Note: My biggest pet peeve is the chewing noise, so I decided to pass it on to Scorpius as well. Its really short, and I wanted it to be smutt-ier, but its all I could do for now. Enjoy!
The Chewing Noise
Scorpius Malfoy hates. That. Noise. He has dubbed it "the chewing noise" and it drives him absolutely insane. He can't figure out why, but the sound of someone eating too loud just grosses him out. It's like the proverbial nails on a chalkboard for him.
So naturally he can no longer focus on his Herbology essay when Albus starts munching on his Sugar Quill. The noise is positively deafening in the quiet of the library, and it made the hairs on the back of the blonde's head stand up. But he was determined to finish his essay, so he merely sighed and stared at the parchment harder. It was to no avail; Al continued, and his essay was not going to write itself while he simply looked on.
"Al, can you please stop?" He asked quietly. Scorpius still stared at his essay.
A loud smack and Al posed "Stop what?"
"That noise!" Scorpius's gave in and looked up. Oh God, big mistake. Al's pink lips were wrapped around the treat, his pale cheeks hollowed from sucking on it. Slowly, he withdrew the end of the quill from his mouth. Scorpius gulped. Al continued, darting out a red tongue to lick his lips, oh so slowly. He met Scorpius's indignant gaze and those sinful lips turned up in a smirk.
"You're doing this on purpose." He stated and turned back to the essay.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Al mocked innocence, but it was ruined when the blonde looked up and that devious grin was still plastered all over his face. He groaned.
"Al, I'm working. And you're purposefully being seductive." He sighed when Al's grin widened. "And it's not going to get you anywhere."
Albus looked crestfallen. "But, Scorpius, it's getting late." He whined. "And that essay isn't due for another week. Don't you think it's time to call it a night and crawl into bed with your boyfriend?"
"It's not that late; the essay also counts for a large portion of our grade; and I'm not going to give in to you and your childish behavior." He turned back to the essay, reaching over to flip a page in his text.
"Well then I'll just have to try something else." When Scorpius looked across the table again, Al was gone.
"Al, what- oh!" He nearly jumped out of his seat when he felt a hand on his knee.
"Shh, this is a library, you know."
"Oh, now you're adhering to the rules!" Scorpius leaned back in his chair to look under the table "Albus!" The boy in question was nestled between his knees, running his hands up and down his denim clad thighs.
"What?" Al's hands continued their path, occasionally brushing his growing erection. "You can continue, finish your essay, scorp."
Scorpius groaned. He felt mutinied by his own body. Gathering himself, he turned his attention to the essay on the table. But it didn't last long; as soon as Al unbuttoned his jeans he was rock hard again.
"C'mon, we're going." He hauled Al up by his shoulders. Al looked far too smug for his own good. He gathered his things and left the library as fast as he could, Al following right behind.
He was going to have to teach that boy a lesson.
