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"What do you want?" Scorpius asked insistently, still threading his fingers through James's hair, sitting in his lap. Even though the conversation was so serious, it was nice to just be talking like this. They didn't often have private moments where they weren't fooling around, and Scorpius sort of treasured these.

"I don't know," he admitted softly, and it was only then that the furrow of his brow began to relax. "I wish things were easy. I wish I wasn't a- bloody Potter, and I wish I could mess things up without the whole world knowing."

James leaned back a little then, awkwardly trying to catch Scorpius's eyes. "Do you know what kind of scandal this would be? It's- unreal."

"So we keep it a secret," Scorpius says, shrugging. He leans back until his spine touches the table, giving James a bit more room to breathe. "And, erm, maybe I stop calling you at work and wanking in your bed." A grin. It would be difficult, but hey, they'd only have to worry until Scorpius graduated. Then, things would be easier.

And James does breathe a little easier, even if he seems vaguely reluctant to let Scorpius lean too far away from him. He hesitates, then slides his hands down the sides of the other boy's arms, letting his fingers rest at his elbows. "... ugh. Albus is going to punch me in the face when he finds out, too." But Lily would be happy for him, most likely.

"Like I said: secret," Scorpius reiterates, although the idea of Al punching James in the face is sort of funny, Merlin help him. Al's a spitfire. He'd probably do more than punch James if he found out. But Scorpius isn't planning on letting him in on this. If they have to keep quiet for a while, hopefully not forever, then Scorpius can handle it.

"Hey, James," he coos, giving him bedroom eyes and a slow, sensual smile. "I may not know much....but I think you may be overcooking your pasta."

"What--" James begins, and it becomes momentarily clear that he's forgotten about the fact that he was cooking anything at all entirely. His eyes go wide and he hops to his feet, hurrying over to the stove and muttering a quick "Merlin's balls" as he yanks the pan from the burner. "Shouldn't you be getting back to school before you're caught out?"

He starts to move to the sink wiith the pan.

"You are still a student, Scorpius, and I know you're a little jealous at how much more adult and mature I am, but I'm afraid you'll just have to deal with it." James is just being silly, clumsily trying to lighten the mood, but he seems to have jinxed himself, too. Maybe it's the universe rebuking him for bragging about being an adult -- the very moment he finishes talking, he sloshes some of the near-boiling water onto his hand and drops the entire pan into the sink with a hiss.

"Merlin, you're hopeless," Scorpius says, rolling his eyes as he hurries to the sink, reaching for the cold water nozzle and yanking James's hand under the tap. It'll sting like hell, but it will also take some of the heat out. Since Scorpius can't do magic off Hogwarts grounds, he'll help the old fashioned way.

James yelps, shooting Scorpius an irritated look when he grabs his hand and yanks it under the sink. "I'm fine," he huffs at him, pushing his hand away and dragging his own hand back to himself, frowning at it as he investigates the burn. his pride is more wounded than anything else. "You can't go back wearing my shirt, you know."

"But I ruined mine," he says, as if that's not out of bounds to discuss. He crowds James's space, still rather proud of how quickly he can get James going. Just by a certain lilt of his voice. "And it's your fault it's ruined, so the least you can do is let me borrow this."

"I just meant--"

James frowns a little, just because it's do that or admit that he's rather fond of the way that Scorpius crowds him like that.

"It's clearly not your shirt. People are going to ask if you go back wearing that."

"And, what, I can't say this shirt belongs to my boyfriend, James Sirius Potter?" he coos, not even bothering to bite back the grin on his face. Seeing James squirm does things to him. And being the one to make him squirm? Even better.

James reaches up to rub at the burn on his hand, trying to will away the heat he can feel flushing his face as he looks over to the sink. Really, he"s just trying to look anywhere but at the boy in front of him.

"No, actually," he mumbles, "you can't. Secret, remember? Kind of defeats the whole point."

"Teasing," Scorpius clarifies, still grinning though. It's delicious, seeing the heat in James's face. All because of a few words. The boy is gorgeous. Scorpius has to wonder why he thinks he'd tire of him so quickly. This was really only the beginning, as far as he saw it.

"But I can at least say it belongs to my boyfriend, right?" He leans in, mouthing at James's cheek. "That way, I don't have to sneak back here to sniff your underwear while I wank."

James really shouldn't allow this, he thinks. They've already fooled around enough today, he has some actual work he needs to do -- but god, he'd been so stressed since he'd blurted out that love confession on the phone, and the relief he felt now was almost palpable.

When he mouths at his cheek, James reaches up to gently grip at his hip, digging his fingers softly into it.

"People might recognize that shirt, Scor, I've had it for ages..."

"You think so highly of yourself, don't you, Potter?" Scorpius hums, somehow making the insult sound like a compliment when purred from his lips like that. "Everyone will recognise your shirt. Immediately, they'd think you're buggering me."

Raking his teeth against James's jaw, Scorpius nudges him back against the sink.

"I'd have to tell them someone else is snogging me, you know. To cover."

James grunts quietly again when he feels the warmth of Scorpius's breath against his jaw, his fingers tightening in his shirt at the comment about cover. He allows him to back him against the sink and counter, but shifts slightly as he steps back, trying to slide his thigh up between Scorpius's legs.

"You'd better not say a word to anyone. Not even a stupid cover."

"Why not?" Scorpius knows exactly what he's doing, and it thrills him. James wants him. Doesn't want him to want anybody else. So what better way to rile him than to say he'll tell everyone someone else is snogging him to cover?

It's bad. He shouldn't, really. James is right - he needs to get back to Hogwarts. But Scorpius doesn't care about getting in trouble as much as he cares about seeing James for just a minute longer.

"I shouldn't say some hot bloke is shagging me raw every chance he gets? Putting his hands all over me? Letting me call him at work..>?"

"You know you can'l say that sort of thing," James huffs, flexing his grip against Scorpius's hips. He tugs him a little closer, visibly a little agitated, before he bends his head to press his mouth against the younger boy's. It's a needy, pushing kiss, biting softly at his lower lip and tugging at it when he does.

He knows that Scorpius is being a prat on purpose, knows that he's purposefully riling him up, but that doesn'l make it grate on him any less.

"Don'l you dare. Just don't even bring it up at all."

The kiss is lovely. All teeth and tongue, with James's insistent, possessive hands on his hips. Scorpius can't deny the lure of just snogging James for the rest of the evening, even if it might mean getting caught for sneaking out of the castle after hours. Totally worth it, he thinks.

"Fine. Then, you'll have to wash my other shirt to get all the come out before I go back."

"Fine," he murmurs, and he should really let him go do it now, but he's reluctant to let him go. Just another few minutes of snogging, he thinks, and then he'll be sated. Surely he will. "Just in a second. I'll toss it in the wash so you can get on your way."

And then he's kissing him again, dragging him closer still.

Scorpius moans. He likes when he can push James to the point of willingness. Or past it, as it seems he has now. Likes when James is the one pulling him in for a change, shoving his tongue into his mouth, and Scorpius feels really, truly wanted. Needed, even. Loved.

It's the reminder of James's little confession over the telephone that has Scorpius rocking against him, groping down his body, sliding a hand between James's legs.

"...bedroom," he hums, a minute later.

"Laundry," James mumbles instead, exhaling a little gasp that he can't quite swallow down when Scorpius actually slides the hand between his legs. His own fingers are sliding up the back of his shirt, rucking it up, privately savoring the fact that it's his shirt that Scorpius is in, his clothes that he's wearing, and he holds the other boy as he grinds up against him, ducking back in for a harder kiss than before.

"Do you ahh --- really want --- hnnn --- to fuck me in the laundry?" Scorpius gasps between kisses, thoroughly turned on just from that alone. James's mouth is so possessive, warm, a little rough but so very affectionate. It's like neither of them had come earlier at all; it feels like they could do this all night, as far as Scorpius is concerned.

His hand curls around the bulge growing in James's trousers, palming him tenderly, feeling the hardness out as it grows.

"No," he mumbles back, and it's almost a whine. As far as James is concerned, he barely came earlier at all -- he'd stressed himself out so badly with his own impromptu love confession that it had been hasty, embarrassed. Disappointing. It's likely that's why he's so easily excited again now, coupled with the relief of everything else. "Need to wash your shirt, you gotta- ngh, go back to school-"

But he's pressing himself against Scorpius's hand, eager as he ducks his head away from the kiss to attack his throat with a fierce fondness.

With a sigh of pleasure as James's lips and teeth find his throat, Scorpius rocks against him, gripping a little tighter to the outline of his cock, desperate to get his skin on James's, desperate to see him naked, laying out on his bed, probably blushing.

It winds Scorpius up, but this... This is sort of more about James, and Scorpius doesn't mind at all.

"So I should just hhah --- suck you off? Right here and now? Quick, probably, huh?"

we need to play Harry finding out about them >.>!!!

Oh no we so should

I may have to start working some Harry time into James's life

i think that would be an exceptional thing to do :3

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