A/N: Okay, I know I shouldn't be writing because I'm on holiday and my grandparents are nagging me to actually go outside. But in my defence, there is nobody remotely cute without clothes on out there, so I'm just going to have to write about cute people without clothes on in here, instead. If anybody fancies sending a few topless guys over to the apartment I will stop writing and go outside. Until then, I am a hermit, as usual


Skinny Dipping

Albus was drunk. Scorpius, however, was very, very drunk. Albus was shorter than the blond, and skinnier, but he still had to half drag, half carry him back to their hotel at three in the morning, Scorpius muttering nonsense into Albus' shirt.

"You 'member that time when we got lost, Al," Scorpius slurred, clinging to the darker haired boy's neck, "You remember? We were in your granddad's car, 'member?" Scorpius pulled at Albus' hair.

"Yeah, I remember," Albus hummed. They were approaching the complex now, just passing the pool. Scorpius stopped dead, digging his feet into the ground, forcing Albus to stop too. Scorpius swayed where he stood, and Albus chuckled a little bit. He wrapped his hand around the blonde's middle, hoping to tug him along, but Scorpius had other ideas. He grabbed hold of Albus, holding him tightly against his chest, his hands oddly certain for someone who was barely conscious.

"Remember what you promised me?" Scorpius mumbled into Albus' hair.

"You're drunk," Albus told him, but he didn't try to move. It was nice, Al supposed, in the heat and the humidity, with Scorpius wrapped around him, "I didn't promise you anything."

"You did," Scorpius whined, "You promised, you said we would." Scorpius pouted, Albus could feel his lips on his hair.

"What did I promise you?" Albus asked, bemused.

"You promised me," Scorpius said with a stifled giggle, "That we would go skinny dipping."

Albus raised his eyebrows at the blonde, "You want to go skinny dipping?"

The answer came in the form of Scorpius pulling his shirt over his head, reaching then for Albus'.

"We'll get into trouble," Albus mused as he slipped out of his jeans anyway. Scorpius was on him in a second, his hand knitted in his boxers.

"Only if someone finds out," Scorpius said against Albus' neck, pulling him into a hard, sloppy kiss that tasted a lot like alcohol.

"That seems plausible," Albus nodded, stripping completely.


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