Chapter 2: Wanking and Wishes
The worst part of every night to poor Scorp was the time in between when he and Al drew the curtains on each of their beds and until at least one of them fell asleep. Because the other residents of their dorm fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow, Al shamelessly wanked off before he went to bed—every night—and never cast a Silencio charm. He thought everyone else was asleep.
So it was Scorpius casting the Silencio charm on his own bed every night, so that Albus couldn't hear him moaning as he wanked to the sound of Al coming.
And he did, too. Nearly every night, which was how Scorpius got off at all for quite some time.
He never had time to think so late at night, which, as he'd mused to himself once in the hallway between classes, could be considered a good thing, otherwise he might have found himself depressed and disgusted with himself and decide that the best thing to do for both of them was to distance himself—as his own father had done with Harry—and end up just as depressed as his father was on a daily basis.
Which was exactly what he couldn't do—not that Al would allow that to happen, anyway. Because, as all Malfoys knew, Potters were stubborn—especially around those they loved.
And Al did. Albus loved Scorpius with all his heart, but to Scorpius, that kind of love was just…not enough.