The first day of Al's summer with Scorp begins. After an enlightening premonition, Al accepts the fact that he is in love with his best friend. But after getting a peek at an adult Scorpius, Al starts to take notice of another handsome Malfoy male. But Al's self conflict doesn't last long when an unexpected heart ache strikes Scorp.
Disclaimers: usual stuff. I don't own squat.
When Al woke up he was greeted with the site of the world's most perfect boy sleeping next to him. At some point in the night Scorpius had turned on his side and was facing Al. His arm was draped limply around Al's body. Al stayed there trying to remain as still as possible so he would not wake his friend and spoil the moment. But all to soon the temptation became to great. He reached out and lightly stroked him friend's cheek. As if on cue, Scorpius awoke soon after. He blinked a couple of times before his eyes focused on Al. He lips curled into a small smile. "Morning." He said faintly. "Morning." Al answered back.
Scorpius sat up and stretched, a sight Albus quite enjoyed. He rolled his neck around a bit and Al wondered how his hair managed to stay so perfect throughout the night, when Al's own was a mess no matter how often he combed it. Scorpius got up from bed and made his way to the closet. He found and dawned a pair of pajama pants, still refusing to put on a shirt. He did however put on a matching robe. "Com'on." He called back to Al. "Let's see if breakfast's ready." Al exited the room with Scorp. Across the hall Mr. Malfoy was coming out from his own room, still looking half asleep. Al wondered for a moment if perfect morning hair ran in the family. Like Scorpius, Draco was naked from the waist up, though in the process of putting on a robe the same color as his son's; deep crimson. It was odd seeing Malfoys in something so close to Gryffindor colors, but it suited them both. Al examined the elder Malfoy's body before it was hidden by the bode and hoped that Scorp would have one to match when he was that age. Hell, he practically already did.
"Good morning, Father." Scorpius said. Draco looked up in surprise, as if not expecting either of them to be there, which Al realized, he probably didn't. Scorp had been away at school and Al didn't even live there. He recovered himself quickly and greeted them. "Good morning, boys. Sleep well?" "Yes, father." Al still couldn't get over how formal the two were around each other. He knew from the way Scorp talked about his father that he loved him, but they never seemed to act like it. "Come on, Al." Said Scorp interrupting his thoughts. Al followed the two, in his mind beautiful, men downstairs to the dining room. Draco looked at his son and sighed heavily. He took a handful of Scorp's hair, holing it up. "When are you going to cut this?" Scorp released his hair from his father's grip. Before he could answer Al spoke up . "I like it!" Scorp looked up at him and smiled. Al felt suddenly embarrassed for some reason. Scorp turned back to to father and said "See? Al likes it." "Hmm." Was Draco's only response.
When they made it to the foot of the stairs Scorpius asked "Is mother joining us?". "No." Draco replied. "She had to leave early, business to conduct." Al noticed that while Scorpius talked about father quite often he almost never mentioned his mother. He would have to ask why that was. The three of them sat down and enjoyed a hefty breakfast. Draco had seemed somewhat more relaxed than when Al usually saw him. Though he still didn't seem as comfortable around Scorp as Al's dad was around him. Oh well, thought. Finally Mr. Malfoy, who had been sitting directly across from Al got up, and bent over to collect his morning paper from the table. His robe, which had been wrapped loosely around him, hung open, allowing Al another brief peak at his chiseled body, but he straightened up. "Well Al," He said looking down at Al. God he had gorgeous eyes, just like Scorpius. "Have fun. Don't let this one get you into too much trouble." He said with a smile. Al almost melted. "Be good Scorpius." "Yes, Father." And with that the elder Malfoy was gone. "You alright?" Scorpius asked, noting Al's expression. "Yeah, I-I'm fine. How 'bout a game of Quidditch?" Al asked, changing the subject. "Think I'll have a shower first." The two left the table and returned upstairs.
Scorpius was almost completely naked when he said "There's room enough for both of us, you know?" "What?" Al answered in surprise. "The shower. There's room enough for both of us. It'll save time. And water, father will like that" He kicked off his boxers standing before Al completely bare. "Well, are you coming?" Al was lost for words. He managed only to nod and started to undress himself. He had seen Scorp naked so many times, but it still got to him. Scorp was right. The shower must have been almost half the size of the one the school Quidditch team used. He was glad that by the time he'd finished undressing Scorp was facing the other way. He bent over to adjust the water. Al's erection stuck out straight in front of him, and the sight of Scorp's round buttocks looked very inviting. Satisfied that the water was the right temperature Scorp stood up under the spray. Thankfully when Scorp turned to him face Al his eyes were closed, blocking out the water. "Come on, Al. The water's perfect." Al took a deep breath and joined his gorgeous, dripping wet, too damn sexy to be all together legal, best friend under the water.
Afternoon found the boys stretched out on the grass, looking up into the clouds. Al liked times like this with Scorp. He liked how they could enjoy each other's company without really needing to do or say anything. Just being there together was enough. Al thought about his vision from the night before and wondered if he would have to wait so long before kissing Scorp. Or had they already been doing so for years at that point. Al had never given much thought to his feelings about Scorp before. He knew he loved him, of course, but in what sense. Scorp was the only friend he really had. Sure there was his family who he'd always been close to, but they were different. They were his family regardless. Al had no other real, none related, friends to compare his relationship to Scorp with. He had no frame of reference as to what was typical behavior between male friends, and what was something else. For a long time it was enough to know that he loved Scorp and that Scorp loved him, but lately he wondered.
When Scorp finally spoke, what he said convinced Al that he must be a mind reader. "Al, you love me right?" Al couldn't answer right away. "Yeah. Yeah, I love you." He said trying to sound natural. "Like a brother?" Scorp asked. Al didn't know how to answer that. He was torn between telling the truth and telling Scorp what he wanted to hear, and if the latter, 'what was it Scorp wanted to hear'? He was spared when Scorpius spoke again without waiting for an answer. "It's just that sometimes I wonder what it's like to have a brother. You know? I always wanted one. Even if I had one now, it'd be too late. I'm 14 and he'd be a baby. That wouldn't be must fun." Al snorted. "My brother's only a year older than me and he's NEVER been much fun." They both chuckled at that. Scorp spoke again. "Still, even though he's an ass sometimes, James looks out for you. He protects you." Scorp looked up at the sky as if it held all the answers he was looking for. Al propped himself up on an elbow. "I look out for you." Scorpius turned his head toward Al. A smile slowly appeared on his face. He looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn't. He finally settled on "We should go inside. Father will be home soon and if he sees me messing up my good robes out here, he'll kill me." They returned to the house.
Mr. Malfoy did not return as soon as Scorpius had expected. When he did come home he looked dead tired. He said he was going to rest a while and that Scorp and Al should eat dinner without him. After their meal Scorp and Al were in Scorp's room playing exploding snaps. "I'm board." Scorp announced after the fourth game. "I wonder if father will take us out somewhere." After a moment he said to Al "Why don't you ask him?" "Why don't you?" Al shot back. Scorp shook his head with a twisted lip. "Father doesn't like it when I bother him after a long day. But you're a guest. He HAS to be nice to you." Al wasn't convinced. "At least if you ask" Scorp continued. "He might say yes. If I ask it'll be a definite no. Just ask him." Accepting defeat, Al got up. "Well where do you even want to go?" Scorp shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Just out." Al grunted and turned toward the door.
He went across the hall to Mr. Malfoy's room. The door was cracked and the room inside was dark. Al knocked. "Mr. Malfoy?" No answer. He knocked again, the door opened more as he did. "Mr. Malfoy?" Still no answer. Al opened the door more. The room was empty. There was light coming from the bathroom and Al debated whether or not to go in. "Mr. Malfoy?" His voice sounded odd even to him. He was struggling between wanting to be heard from within the next room and wanting to be able to slip out quietly. Al knew Scorpius would not leave him alone until Al had spoken to his father personally. He gritted his teeth and stepped further into the room. As he got closer to the bathroom he could hear running water. He made it to the door and peaked inside. Mr. Malfoy was in the shower, one even bigger than Scorp's, his back to Al. Even though the glass was fogged over Al could still make out Mr. Malfoy's nude body. He was leaning against the wall in front of him, as if it were the only thing holding him up. This was the first time Al had seen Scorp's father naked, and the sight was incredible. Sure he'd seen his own dad nude once or twice, but that was his dad, while this... this was a GOD.
The elder Malfoy's body looked even more sculpted than that of his son even through the foggy glass. It was fully illuminated by an over head light. Mr. Malfoy raised his head, letting the water run down his face and front. He turned facing Al. Al almost bolted, but his luck from that morning was holding out. Mr. Malfoy was rubbing his face and couldn't have seen anything. Al could just barely make out the shape of his... Al mentally smacked himself and left the room. He waited in the hall until he heard Mr. malfoy moving around inside. Then he knocked on the door again. "Mr. Malfoy?" "Come in." Al was speechless for a moment. Mr. Malfoy was still naked except for a towel around his waist. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his left side to Al, his eyes on the floor. He seemed to be deep in thought. "A-are you... okay, Mr. Malfoy?" Al asked before he could stop himself. Mr. Malfoy smiled and nodded, just tired, it comes with getting old. Mr. Malfoy began stretching his back, tilting his head up and poking his chest out. Al scanned his body, and thought he looked far from old or tired. Finally Malfoy turned to Al. "What is it, Al?" Al regained his senses. "Scorp was board. He wanted to know if you could take us out somewhere." Mr. Malfoy chuckled. "And he sent you to do his dirty work did he." Al was silent, swallowing a lump in his throat. "Sneaky bastard." Malfoy said under his breath. "All right then. Get dressed." Al nodded and turned to leave. "Close the door behind you, will you?" Al turned back as he went to close the door. Mr. Malfoy was standing, dropping his towel on to the bed.
Mr. Malfoy had taken the boys out to New York. He had visited the muggle city once to conduct some business with a muggle born client who lived there, his relations with muggle borns having improved over the years. He had to admit it was a sight to see. Especially at night. The U.S. was a few hours behind the UK so when they got there it was barely sundown. The boys seemed fascinated by nearly everything they saw. And Mr. Malfoy quite enjoyed watching their excitement. They spent most of their time in Time Square. They visited a wax museum, an amazing store called Toys 'R' Us, and took a ride on a 'bicycle for eight', something Al could have sworn was magical in origin. They had been walking through the theater district when Mr. Malfoy decided on a whim to take them to see a play called "Wicked". Though it did take a little magical persuasion to get tickets. Supposedly the play was about two witches, though of course neither the Malfoys nor Al expected it to be accurate. It was entertaining none the less.
By the time they came home they were all exhausted, but they'd enjoyed themselves. Al couldn't help notice that Mr. Malfoy seemed less tense than he had when he came home that night. "Good night, boys" He said, going into his room with a smile on his face. "See, I told you he'd take us." Scorpius said triumphantly. "No you didn't!" Al retorted throwing a pillow at him. Scorp caught it and threw it back. "Well I said it'd be better if you asked than me, didn't I? By the way what took you so long, anyway?" "What?" "When you asked my father if we could go out. You were gone a long time." Al tried to think of a lie. "Oh... uh... He was in the shower, so I... had to wait outside." Scorp seemed to accept that. He laid down on the bed turning onto his stomach.
Al climbed up on the bed beside Scorpius. He began rubbing the boys back gently with one hand before massaging his shoulders. Scorp made no objection and seemed to relax into the touch. "We should get Father to take us to New York again, sometime this summer." He said finally. "Yeah." Al agreed. His hands moved further down Scorp's back. "That play was fun." Scorp said. "It was a little weird, though." Said Al. "Well what do you expect? Muggles don't know anything about real witches." Scorp was silent for a while before he continued. "That school was kind of like Hogwarts, though." "Yeah, and the Wizard was kinna like the Minister of Magic, I guess." "Mmm." Al had made his way to Scorp's lower back. His hands slid casually under Scorp's shirt, touching his bare skin. He kneaded the muscles in Scorp's back. Oh God, how he needed them. He worked his way back up slowly, taking Scorp's shirt further up as he went. Scorp laughed. "Stop. That tickles." Al couldn't resist. "What, this?" He tickled Scorp's sides and the other boy laughed again, thrashing around. "This?" Al said tickling the smooth hairless skin under his arms. Scorp laughed harder flipping over on his back. His shirt was hitched up to his rib cage, and Al attacked his belly mercilessly. "Stop, Al! Stop it!" Scorp said between laughs. "Stop it! You're gonna make me pee my pants." Al stopped, still laughing. He looked down, admiring his Scorp quietly. Scorp looked up at him, a hint of a smile still on his lips. "What?" Al shook his head. Scorp gave him a playful smack to the gut. "Fucker. Get ready for bed." Scorp took the shirt off completely. Soon they were both in there boxers and getting under the covers. "What, you're not putting on your pajamas?" Scorp asked. Al shook his head. "Nah, don't feel like it." "Well you know what I don't feel like?" Scorp said, reaching under the covers. He fumbled around for a bit before his hand came back up holding his boxers. He tossed them across the room to land where they may. "Go on." He said to Al expectantly. "Unless you're too bashful." Al smiled thinking about it. "What the hell?" He reached down, pulled off his own shorts, and tossed them aside to join Scorp's. They laid down beside each other. Al had to admit, Scorp's silk sheet did feel nice against his naked skin.
It took until the next morning for Al to realize he'd not seen Scorp's mother since he arrived. He woke up alone in Scorp's huge bed. He quickly found some pants and set out to find Scorp. He found him downstairs sitting outside his father's study. He had his knees pulled up to his chest he looked very tense. As Al came closer he could hear shouting coming from inside. "Scorp?" Al asked. The other boy did not respond. Now that he was closer Al noticed two things. First the voice booming from the other side of the wooden door was Mr. Malfoy, and he was most definitely not happy. The second was that Scorp was, or at least had been crying. His face was completely passive and showed no emotion. But his eyes were puffy and his cheeks were tear streaked. Al knelt down in front of his friend. He placed a shaky hand on his knee. "Scorp?" He said in a low whisper. Mr. Malfoy's voice thundered again, and Al only just then started paying attention to the words. "COULDN'T EVEN TELL ME FACE TO FACE. HAD TO FLOO ME! YOU SPINELESS, EVIL BITCH! WHAT ABOUT YOU'RE SON? WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO TELL HIM? OR DO YOU EVEN GIVE A SHIT?!" Someone else spoke then, it sounded like a woman, but she was almost completely drowned out by Draco Malfoy. "NO! I DON'T EVEN WANT TO HEAR IT! AND I'M NOT MAKING EXCUSES FOR YOU EITHER! DON'T EVEN BOTHER COMING BACK HEAR TO GET YOUR THINGS, BECAUSE I'M GONNA BURN EVERY FUCKING THING YOU OWN! BOUGHT THE SHIT MY DAMN SELF ANYWAY!" Scorpius had apparently heard enough. "Come on." He said before getting up and rushing from the hall without even waiting for Al to follow.
When Al got back to the room Scorp was curled up in the bed. Al had no idea what to do or say to him. He simply curled up beside him. He pulled the covers up over them both and wrapped his arm around Scorp. Scorp placed his hand on Al's, resting on his belly. Al did not know how long they were like that before a small knock could be heard on the door. It open and Mr. Malfoy must've peaked in. Neither boy looked up to see. "Scorpius? Are you awake?" His voice was much softer than Al had ever heard it. It was almost inaudible. A stark contrast to how it had sounded a earlier. Al realized after all that screaming he might not have been able to talk much louder. "Yes, Father." Scorp answered, his voice almost just as low. Mr. Malfoy took a deep breath. "When... when you get up we need to talk, okay?" Al thought he sounded on the verge of tears. "Yes, Father." The elder Malfoy lingered a moment longer, probably wanting to say something else but not knowing what. He finally shut the door and left. Al and Scorp stayed in bed another hour before finally getting up to face the day.