"I'm so nervous!"
"Rory, you look amazing and you're going to go out there and be brilliant! C'mere."
Scorpius accepted the hug Albus gave him, all but clinging to his friend. Albus smiled and ran his fingers through Scorpius' ponytail.
"I'll be there in the front row with Lily and your dad, okay?" He kissed Scorpius' cheek. "Go!"
"All right," Scorpius replied, panicked. Albus ran out of the wings backstage and went to his seat.
"Is he a wreck?" Draco asked.
"He'll be fine," Albus whispered back.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" a booming voice said through the speakers. "Thank you for coming out tonight to see our dancers. They've worked very hard, and we hope you enjoy. Our first dance is a duo called 'The Babbitt and the Bromide', a dance originally performed by Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire. Please welcome Wolfgang Took and Scorpius Malfoy!"
Albus and Lily stood and whistled, cheered, and clapped, much more obnoxious than everyone else. When the lights came on, Scorpius and Wolfgang were sitting on a bench reading newspapers. Then, Scorpius started tapping in his seat, lowering his paper. 'Oh, he's so adorable with his dimples!'
As the dance went on, they practically finished each other's moves. Albus was absolutely captivated. He had so much personality on stage! Albus thought he was WAY better than Wolfgang, but maybe that was because he favored Scorpius more. Whatever. Draco was beaming, as if saying, 'I created that!'
The dance was about five minutes long, and when it ended, Albus and Lily were, once again, up and cheering loudly. Albus pulled out a bouquet of tropical flowers, the exact color of Scorpius' eyes, and tossed them one by one. Scorpius actually caught one and put it behind his ear, smiling at Albus. He tapped backstage, and the rest of the dances went on, though him and Lily left after Scorpius'. They didn't really care about anyone else's.
The siblings snuck backstage into the dressing room, where Scorpius was collapsed on the floor, breathing hard. Albus laughed.
"That bad, huh?"
"Ugg… I'm gonna throw up."
Albus hauled the blond boy off the floor and hugged him.
"Rory, you totally kicked arse out there! How could you ever be nervous? You were perfect!" Albus congratulated, running his hands up and down Scorpius' back. He wondered what the skin looked like, felt like underneath.
"Thank you, and thanks for the flowers! These are my favorite," he said, removing the flower from his hair and smelling it. Albus plucked it from his fingers and stuck it back behind his ear.
"Keep it like that," he said. He just held such an air of innocence when he had the flower in his hair. Albus wondered how long he could hold back for. He didn't want to take his hands off Scorpius.
"So, when is the Wizarding English Dance Company gonna take you?" Lily asked, hugging Scorpius, too.
"Lily, I'm not professional. They want super-fantastic pro dancers."
"You are super-fantastic! And, hey, I'll pay you a Knut, then you'll be considered professional!" Albus said, putting a Knut in Scorpius' hand. He giggled. Merlin, Albus loved his laugh!
"Thanks, Al, but I don't think this counts," he said, handing the Knut back to him. Albus shrugged.
"Ah, well, time to go, then!" He pulled Scorpius by the hand out of the theater. Lily smirked at them.
"Gods, I want to get out of this costume!" Scorpius said, exasperated. "It's itchy!"
Albus pretended not to look as Scorpius unbuttoned his suit and threw his hat off. He stripped off the costume and pulled on some baggy pyjama pants, shaking his hair loose before putting an oversized tee shirt on. Albus savored the few seconds he saw of Scorpius' flawless pale back, gorgeous in a vampiric way. The blond dancer then grabbed a brush from his nightstand and sat on his bed, running the brush through his hair.
"Can I?" Albus asked, sitting behind him. Scorpius shrugged and handed the brush to him over his shoulder. Albus brushed tenderly, starting at the tips and working his way up. He ran his fingers through the newly brushed hair after every stroke. It was so silky! He couldn't get enough of the satiny feeling between his fingers. He gazed at the pale neck presented before him.
'All right, Albus, it's time to put that Gryffindor bravery to work and make your move! Do it now or forever wish you did!'
Albus brushed all of Scorpius' hair over one shoulder. He set the brush down on the opposite side of the bed and slowly descended his lips onto that beautiful neck. As his lips made contact, Scorpius gasped.
"Al… what are you doing?" he asked, breathless. Albus pressed open-mouthed kisses up Scorpius' neck to behind his ear. "Albus…"
"Does this freak you out?" he whispered. Scorpius hesitated.
"No," he finally said. "Please, more…"
Albus gratefully obliged, dabbing his tongue inside Scorpius' ear. He shudder-moaned and grabbed at the sheets. Wow, that was a powerful reaction. He made figure-eight patterns inside his ear, eliciting more and more delicious noises that sent his blood eagerly to his cock.
"Oh…" Scorpius said softly. Hm, Albus thought, he's a talker. I wonder if he's a screamer? "Oh!"
"Turn around," Albus said huskily. Scorpius complied eagerly, all but pouncing on Albus once he turned. Scorpius immediately pressed their lips together, and it was amazing. 'Ah, so here's his Slytherin side.' Albus greedily thrust his tongue inside Scorpius' mouth. He didn't taste sharp and minty like Albus would have thought, but warm and organic, like the tea they drank. Albus had to break away soon for breath.
"Where did you come from?" he asked breathlessly.
"Sorry I went nympho on you," Scorpius apologized.
"Rory, what do you want?" Albus asked, sitting up with the light bundle in his lap.
"Anything you can give me." Scorpius straddled him and kissed Albus' neck.
"That's a lot you'd be getting, Rory. Are you sure?" Albus moaned as Scorpius found that one spot on his neck, just above his collarbone.
"A Malfoy is always sure."
"All right, then." Albus flipped their positions, Scorpius making an adorable 'oof!' sound as he flopped on his back, his hair splayed across the dark red sheets. His breathing was hard and his cheeks were flushed, and it was so hot Albus could hardly stand it. With a throaty growl, he was back at Scorpius' lips, raping his mouth with his tongue brutally.
After a few minutes of snogging, Albus moved down Scorpius' body, coming to the neck of his shirt. With an impatient noise, it was ripped off and thrown to the ground.
Scorpius was thin and pale and delicate, like a flower, but with long, lithe, dancer muscles. Suddenly, Albus didn't want to be rough and merciless like he would normally. Scorpius just looked so dainty, Albus was afraid he'd break him if he were too hard. He changed tactics and made his kisses lighter and his caresses softer.
"Ah-ahk!" Scorpius exclaimed, eyes wide as Albus sucked on his nipple. Scorpius' hands were instantly tangling in the black bird's nest, holding his head in place. "Yes…"
"Is that good?" Albus asked. Scorpius nodded. "Just tell me when something feels good, okay?" He didn't wait for an answer as he smooched his way down Scorpius' chest and flat stomach, pleased as the muscles jumped under his ministrations. He stabbed his tongue hard into his belly button, not really getting a response. 'Oh well, he's not a navel person. Moving down!'
He undid the zipper of Scorpius' trousers with his teeth – he didn't wear underwear, apparently -- letting the very tip of his tongue slide along the length of it. Scorpius made more of those delicious sounds.
"Albus… so good," he moaned, thrusting into Albus' face.
"It can be better, Rory. So much better…" he said as he licked a line from Scorpius' heel to his toe. The blond squirmed deliciously.
"Better?" Scorpius asked. Albus nodded and slid back up his long body.
"Yes, much better," he whispered. As they started kissing again, Albus reached for his wand. He tapped it on his palm, feeling the slick lotion form there. He rubbed it between his fingers before tracing one finger down Scorpius' cock. He bucked up into his hand with a helpless whimper, and Albus slipped lower, pushing his pants down lower on his hips and toying with the blond fuzz at his testicles.
"Eee! Tickles," he breathed, shrinking away. Albus chuckled into his adorable blond's mouth before making a corkscrew motion with his finger into Scorpius' virgin hole. "Ga-ah! Albus, what the hell?"
"It's called fingering. There's a place riiiight…"
"Ah!" Scorpius' breath caught in his throat, and he made a noise so strange that even the author couldn't write it phonetically.
"…Here! Brace yourself," Albus advised as he rubbed the knot of Scorpius' prostate mercilessly. Scorpius' moany sounds increased volume and length as his orgasm came dangerously close.
"A-Al!" he choked out.
"Yes! Come on, Rory! Let it out!"
Scorpius cried out and arched his back impossibly off the bed as he came in thick splatters under Albus' chin. Well, maybe not impossibly. He was a dancer, after all. Turns out he was a screamer.
"I… 'm sorry, Al," Scorpius panted. "Came all over your face…"
"One notch higher, and you would have been coming up my nose," Albus teased, rubbing the cum off his chin with the backside of his hand. He dabbed his tongue in it lightly, just to taste.
"Ew! Al, that's so unsanitary!" Scorpius exclaimed, aghast.
"Love is unsanitary? How rude," Albus teased, not realizing what he said until a few seconds later. His eyes widened.
"Did you just say you loved me?" Scorpius asked.
"I—"
"Well, would you look at that?"
Scorpius and Albus both jumped at the voice at the door. They turned their heads comically slowly to see Draco standing there smirking, Harry behind him, gaping.
"Dad! I, uh…" Scorpius realized he couldn't cover this up. Scorpius was on his back with Albus' finger in his ass, who had his other hand at his mouth covered in Scorpius' cum. (And Scorpius is half-naked, if you weren't previously aware.)
"Let me guess, Albus was looking for his Bertie Botts, and thought that your arse might be a good place to look?" Draco said sarcastically. Albus looked at him strangely.
"You don't seem mad," he said slowly.
"Mad? Pah! As if I wasn't caught in similar compromising positions at your age. Right, Potter?" Draco turned to Harry, whose eyes were still wide.
"I should think not!" he yelled. Draco jumped. "Albus, what the hell! Sex at your age?" Albus removed his finger from Scorpius' ass and covered the two with a blanket. "And-and-… You're coming home right now, young man!"
"Dad, we didn't even go that far!" Albus protested.
"I don't care! You're coming home!" Harry yelled, pointing out the door.
"…No!" he yelled back.
"Al," Scorpius whispered, "just go—"
"No! I didn't do anything wrong!" he insisted.
"He's right, you know," Draco said to Harry. "Sex makes the world go 'rou—"
"I don't need you to tell me how to discipline my children, Malfoy! Albus, come!" Harry said as if Albus were a dog.
"I won't! Not until you calm down!" Albus yelled. Harry made an outraged noise and Disapparated away on the spot. Albus sighed and dropped his head onto Scorpius' shoulder.
"Dad?" Scorpius said weakly. "Could you come back after I'm dressed?"
"Oh! Yes, I'll be in the den," he said as he slipped out. When the door clicked closed, Scorpius turned to Albus.
"Albus, did you say you loved me?" he asked softly again. Albus bit his lip and looked away. "Al—"
"I don't know! I was just being a cocky bastard, you know?" he said.
"So, are you sure it wasn't a Freudian slip?" Scorpius asked, but he sounded putout, as if he wanted Albus to have said that he loved him. But Albus really didn't know if he did. He liked Scorpius a lot, he knew, but was he in love with him? He suddenly felt like crying, because he didn't want to lie, but he didn't want to say no and break Scorpius' heart. He cared about him too much to do that.
"I don't know. Do you love me?"
Scorpius looked just as troubled.
"I don't know," he answered. "But I think I could." And then he kissed him. "I think that part comes later, though." Albus quirked an eyebrow at his oddly cheerful mood. He grinned.
"Yeah, but I think now's the time for all little Scorpiuses to get dressed so we can go have the father-son talk," Albus joked, throwing Scorpius' shirt at him.
"Oh, wait, let me get my camera!"
"Daaaaad!"
"No, no, seriously. You two holding hands is just about the cutest thing ever!"
Albus grumbled.
Draco had taken Scorpius and Albus to King's Cross since Harry was being a prick -- Draco's words, not the author's. Albus was gripping Scorpius' hand tightly. He didn't know why, but he had a bad feeling.
"Albus!" a girl shrieked from behind him. He turned and smiled at Lily. "How was Christmas?" She hugged him. He let go of Scorpius' hand to hug back.
Boy, was that stupid.
"Incarcerous!"
"Scorpius!"
"STUPEFY!"
Draco fell to the ground. Muggles ran around, screaming like headless chickens. Albus let go of Lily and snapped around to see Astoria holding Scorpius, who was tied up, against herself and stroking his hair. She smirked and Disapparated away.