Title: Why Albus Severus Potter Decided Not to Wear Those Trousers to the Club

Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius/Lysander

Rating: M

Summary: Lysander helps Albus dress for the club but he's a bit too good at what he does.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and publishers. No offense is meant by this fan fiction and this is made purely for fun.

Word Count: +1000


Scorpius sighed as he waited for Lysander to finish selecting an outfit for Mop. The man's girlfriend had requested that Lysander help him chose something this time around because his fashion sense was about as good as moulding bread, which was true. Scorpius saw no reason for him to have to sit and wait during the process though.

"We won't be long, love," Lysander mumbled. Potter was currently changing into something and Lysander seemed confident that this was the one.

"I don't see why it is that I had to accompany you," he complained, as he lounged on the bed.

Lysander turned to him. "What if I want your expert opinion?" he asked.

"You'll get it. When you want me to tell you how dashing you look. I don't need to sit and watch Mop-" Scorpius stopped speaking to ogle Potter as he came out from behind the screen they had set up in the man's room.

Potter was wearing a deep red button up, white jeans and brown loafers with a matching belt. More importantly though was how fitted the jeans were. They hugged Potter's thighs and calves almost as tightly as the club dress most birds wore. There was enough bunching by the knees and ankles that one would not automatically assume Potter was queer, which was good since the man was keeping up his ridiculous relationship with Perret.

"Lysander, you're brilliant," he murmured, as he ran his eyes over Mop.

Lysander turned and observed his, better than good, work and whistled. "I am, aren't I?" He licked his lips as he too ogled Potter.

"Could you two stop that," Potter complained, as he squirmed under the scrutiny.

"Turn," he said, swivelling his finger in the air. Potter glared at him and he rolled his eyes. "Please."

With that the man turned petulantly and far too quickly. Lysander asked him to go again, more slowly, and they got to get a good look at him. Potter's arse looked perfectly fuckable in those trousers. Scorpius reckoned Lysander was thinking the same thing judging by how he shifted. His boyfriend was likely to be getting hard from the sight.

"We cannot let you out like this..." Lysander said, as he walked up to Potter and got a closer look. Scorpius nodded in agreement.

Potter frowned at them. "Is it that bad?"

"On the contrary, Mop, it's too bloody fucking good," he said, willing to hand out a compliment. "If we go to the same club with you dressed as you are... Lysander and I are likely to molest you in public."

"Uhm... Right, well, I'd rather that not happen," Potter started, as he began to turn to the screen, "so I'm just going to change."

"Tut, tut," Lysander sounded, as he slipped a hand around Potter's waist and pulled him back. "Not yet."

"Bring him over here would you," Scorpius said, as he shifted so he sat at the end of the bed.

"You two aren't serious?" Potter grumbled half heartedly. "We have somewhere to go."

"In due time," Scorpius said, catching the man and holding him in his lap after Lysander thrust him forwards. He nipped at the back of Potter's neck as one of his hands slid over jeans clad thighs.

"Either we do this now or you'll have to watch us practically fucking on the dance floor," Lysander said, while he undid the red top. Potter shivered in Scorpius' lap and he rolled his hips forwards.

Potter groaned, "Fuck. I need to learn how to say no to you two."

"Impossible," Scorpius murmured. He parted his legs so that Potter sat more firmly on him and Potter manoeuvred himself out of his shirt.

He ran his hands over Potter's chest, rubbing and pinching at his nipples when he came across them. Scorpius slid his hand up to Potter's neck and coaxed his head back so that it rested on his shoulder. He lavished the areas he knew to be sensitive and ground his hips. Lysander was busy letting his hands roam Potter's thighs and hips. Scorpius knew he had began to give attention to the man's groin when he felt Potter arch and buck in his hold. Lysander was likely to be massaging or mouthing him through the trousers.

Lysander soon got up and climbed onto the bed, pulling Potter with him. Scorpius turned and climbed further onto it. They sandwiched Potter between them, kneeling on the bed, and began to grind against him, Scopius at his front and Lysander at his back. Potter was practically sitting in their laps. They had a hand on one another's hips as they pulled themselves closer together. Scorpius snogged Potter, using his tongue to roam the man's mouth, and Lysander groped at Potter's thigh. Potter had an arm wrapped around Scorpius' shoulders and the other somewhere on Lysander that was out of Scorpius' sight. Potter writhed between them and moaned into Scorpius' mouth as their erections rubbed together through their trousers.

Scorpius and Lysander paused in their grinding to snog one another and Potter thrust his hips to keep up the friction, leaning to the side so that they could reach each other more easily. Potter watched intently as he dry humped them and soon Scorpius heard a grunt and felt the erratic thrusts of Potter's orgasm as he came. Potter rode his orgasm out and they pulled apart and laid him back onto the bed.

"Fuck, my trousers," Potter gasped.

Scorpius snorted and Lysander chuckled as they lay on either side of Potter and kissed and nipped and sucked at his neck, his jaw, his collar, where ever they could reach. They let their hands roam where they pleased and they ground their hips enthusiastically against him, gasping and groaning as they went. They took turns snogging Potter and were all but frotting against him and grabbing at each other for purchase. Potter slid his hand under Scorpius' trousers and groped at his arse, Merlin knew what his other hand was doing to Lysander, Scorpius did not quite care. Potter's hand slid along the cleft of his arse and a finger began to tease at his entrance.

He buried his face in Potter's neck as he bucked and moaned out his orgasm. Scorpius arched against the man and continued to hump him until his orgasm subsided. Lysander came not long afterwards with whimper and a grunt.

They lay there panting and snogging one another with messes in their trousers until they had regained enough energy to get up and clean themselves. They quickly found a different pair of trousers for Mop to wear, spelled the wrinkles and the smell of sex from their clothes and headed out.