Title: The Cousin Of Ipswich
Author: Kyra
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it! If I did, I probably wouldn't be writing fanfiction.
Summary: After refusing the Dark Mark the summer after 5th year, Draco Malfoy runs to his cousin Reid Garwin in Ipswich, Massachusetts.
Pairing: Draco/Tyler,Caleb/Reid…and Pogue is still a surprise, so you have to wait to find out who he's with.
Spoilers: HP – Starts the summer after 5th year, so everything up through OotP. Covenant – Starts the summer after the movie, so almost a year later. Chase is dead and all four Sons have just graduated and they've all Ascended.
Warnings: Slash!!! You have been warned!
A/N: Yay! A new chapter! Sorry about the wait!
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Chapter 16: First Day At Spenser
Drake glared at the clothes he had laid out in front of him on his bed. "Stupid uniform," He grumbled as he snatched the pants to his Spenser uniform off the bed. Pulling them on, he cast a longing look at the jeans lying on his bedroom floor. Turning to glare at the uniform once more, Drake sighed in resignation before pulling on the button up shirt and adding the tie.
Drake looked up as a knock sounded on his bedroom door. "It's open," He called.
The door opened and Reid poked his head in, a smirk crossing his face as he saw Drake standing there in his school uniform.
"Shut up," Drake said before the older blonde even managed to open his mouth.
"I didn't say anything," Reid protested.
"No, but you didn't have to either," Drake said.
Reid just shrugged. "You ready?" He asked. "Pogue's here with the 'Vette."
Drake nodded and grabbed the uniform jacket off the bed and his backpack off the floor and followed his cousin downstairs.
Pogue grinned as he caught sight of the scowl on Drake's face as the younger boy entered the living room. "Hey, we all had to wear those things, too," He said, knowing the scowl was because of the uniform the blonde was wearing.
Drake's lips twitched into a small smile as he pictured Pogue and Reid in the Spenser uniforms; the image making him feel a little bit better.
"Yeah," Caleb added, "At least you only have to wear it for the next two years. We were stuck in them for four."
Drake nodded. "You have a point," He conceded. "You'd think I'd be used to it after five years in a Hogwarts uniform. Granted, that was a robe, but still…"
"I think it looks good on you," Tyler said as he leaned to give his boyfriend a quick kiss.
"I miss my jeans," Drake pouted, "And my t-shirts and sweatshirts."
Caleb chuckled at the younger boy. "You'll get used to the uniform," He said, "And you can change as soon as you get home from school."
The other three Sons nodded and Reid glanced down at his watch. "Speaking of which, you need to be going."
Drake glanced down at his watch and nodded, leaning over to kiss Tyler once more. He reached up and caught the Corvette keys as Pogue tossed them to him, not even breaking the kiss with his boyfriend to do so.
"Damn Seeker's reflexes," Pogue grumbled good-naturedly.
Drake slowly broke from the kiss and turned to grin at Pogue, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Thanks for letting me use the 'Vette."
Pogue shrugged. "No problem. Now go, you don't wanna be late on your first day, do you?"
Drake nodded and pressed one more quick kiss to Tyler's lips before heading toward the front door. "I'll see you guys later," He called over his shoulder, four replies reaching his ears just before the door closed behind him.
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Drake sighed as he flopped down into a seat at the back of the classroom and pulled out a pen and a notebook before shoving his backpack under his chair.
A few minutes later, the bell rang signaling the start of the first class of the day and the teacher stood up at the front of the room and started taking attendance.
After a couple minutes the teacher reached his name. "Garwin, Drake." The teacher seemed to do a double take as he read the name and looked up to search out the boy that had answered. When his eyes landed on the blonde slouched at the back of the room, his eyes went wide and a shocked "Dear God, not another one" escaped his mouth.
Drake's eyebrow rose at the history teacher's reaction to him and he filed it away to ask Reid about later.
After a moment of silence in which the teacher continued to stare at Drake, the older man finally seemed to shake himself out of his shock and finished the roll call before starting class.
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Drake made a face as he caught sight of himself in the mirror in the boys' locker room. He already officially hated his swim class…And the class hadn't even started yet! The swim trunks he was forced to wear for the class were tiny and although Drake didn't have a problem showing off his body, he thought this was a bit excessive. The only person he wanted seeing this much of his body was Tyler. Drake made another face, grimacing as he realized that his entire gym class was about to see more of his body than his boyfriend had.
Sighing, Drake shook his head and made his way out to the pool to wait for class to start. As he leaned against the wall to wait a boy with brown hair and eyes stalked over and stopped directly in front of Drake.
"Well, well, well," The other boy sneered, "You must be the new Garwin."
Drake just looked at the brunette unimpressed. "Somebody give the boy a gold star," He drawled.
Anger flashed over the other boy's face as he glared at Drake. "You think you're hot shit, don't you?"
"I'm going to assume that was a rhetorical question," Drake said as he pushed away from the wall.
"You're not, you know. Being a Garwin doesn't make you special."
"Of course it doesn't," Drake replied, "Being me makes me special…Just like being you makes you special ed." He paused for a second and looked at the now-furious boy curiously. "Who are you, by the way?"
"Ryan Abbott," The brunette spat, managing to somehow sound both angry and arrogant.
"Huh," Drake murmured as he noticed the similarities between Ryan and Aaron. "I guess that whole special ed thing must be hereditary, then."
Ryan's brown eyes narrowed to slits in anger a second before he lashed out and shoved Drake, sending the blonde backwards into the pool with a splash.
Drake broke the surface of the water with a gasp and felt a jolt of satisfaction at the sound of the swim teacher's angry bark of 'Mr. Abbott' resounding throughout the room.
Drake slowly made his way over to the edge of the pool and pulled himself out of the water as the teacher yelled at Ryan. A smirk crossed his features as the teacher finished by giving the other boy a week's worth of detention.
Standing up, Drake's gaze locked with Ryan's, the brown eyes glaring hatefully at the blonde. Drake simply smirked in reply before rolling his eyes and turned away from the other boy, thoroughly unimpressed. Ryan Abbott had nothing on Draco Malfoy.
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Drake threw his backpack onto his bed, not even pausing as he continued into his bathroom, stripping off his Spenser uniform as he went.
Stepping under the hot spray of the shower, Drake gave a sigh of contentment as he let the water run over his body for a moment before starting to wash away the chlorine from his swim class.
He was thankful that gym was his last class of the day, meaning that he could simply dry off and get dressed after class was over, waiting until he got home to shower in the privacy of his own bathroom.
Thirty minutes later, Drake reluctantly shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around his waist, Drake made his way back into his bedroom, heading for his closet and a pair of comfortable jeans and a t-shirt only to stop short as his eyes landed on his bed.
Sitting cross-legged in the center of his bed reading a book was Tyler.
The older boy looked up as he heard the bathroom door open and his eyes went wide as he caught sight of Drake, the blonde standing in the bathroom doorway in nothing but a towel and dripping wet. Tyler swallowed thickly as his eyes roamed over his boyfriend.
"U-uh, s-sorry," He stuttered, "I didn't expect you to come out in a towel." He blushed lightly as he tried to keep his gaze on the younger boy's face instead of letting it roam. He wasn't having much success.
Drake stared for a second in surprise before shrugging and continuing to his closet. He paused just outside the door the closet and turned to look back at Tyler. "You know what the sad thing is?" He questioned.
Tyler looked at him curiously in response.
"I'm standing here in nothing but a towel and you're still seeing less of me than my swim class did today."
Tyler's eyes narrowed slightly as Drake disappeared into the walk-in closet. "Just how much of you did they see?" He asked, a slightly jealous tinge to his voice.
There was a soft shuffling sound before Drake reappeared in the closet doorway, a pair of loose jeans hanging low on his hips, towel in hand and still not wearing a shirt.
"You know how small those swim trunks are," Drake said. "Just picture me in those." A second later he grinned as Tyler's eyes noticeably glazed over. Grin still in place, he dropped the towel in his hand and stalked over to the bed, Tyler not even seeming to notice that he was moving.
Tyler jumped slightly as he felt the bed dip beneath him and his eyes focused on his suddenly-much-closer and grinning boyfriend. He watched as the younger boy crawled up the bed until he was kneeling directly in front of him.
"Good visual?" Drake asked teasingly, chuckling when Tyler blushed and averted his eyes, only for them to land on Drake's still-bare chest causing the older boy to blush even harder and turn his eyes back to Drake's face. "Don't worry," He murmured, "I've been picturing you in those trunks ever since I first saw them." And with that, he leaned forward and sealed his lips over Tyler's, moaning softly as the older boy immediately opened his mouth for him.
Tyler's arms slipped around Drake's neck, but didn't stay there very long, instead wandering down to explore the blonde's bare chest and back. After a few minutes, Tyler slid his arms back around Drake's neck and leaned back, pulling the younger boy down on top of him.
Drake moaned as he settled his weight on top of Tyler, the older boy echoing the sound as their erections rubbed together through the denim of their jeans. Pressing his hips down into Tyler's, Drake broke away from the kiss, panting for air as Tyler gasped and arched his back slightly, the older boy raking his nails down Drake's back.
Tyler spread his legs a bit more and moaned lightly as Drake began kissing him again.
Drake shifted his weight, bracing most of his weight on one hand and sliding the other over Tyler's side, across his abs and down to the fly of his jeans.
Tyler moaned into the blonde's mouth as he felt the button on his jeans come undone and his zipper slowly being lowered. A second later he gasped sharply as he felt Drake's hand slowly slipping under the waistband of his boxers, the sound of his gasp muffled by Drake's mouth. His hands gripped tightly at Drake's shoulders as his hips arched towards his boyfriend's touch.
Drake moaned as his hand slowly ventured into new territory. "Oh God, Ty…"
"Drake..." Tyler's reply was half moan and half gasp as he felt the tips of Drake's fingers ghost over the skin of his hardened cock.
Tyler and Drake jerked away from their kiss and Drake's hand froze in place, both boys turning their gazes to Drake's bedroom door as it flew open.
"Hey-WOAH!" Reid exclaimed as he stepped into the room and caught sight of the two younger boys, Drake stretched out topless on top of Tyler with a hand in the brunette's jeans. "Shit! Sorry! Sorry! Ignore me, carry on."
The older blonde quickly turned around and exited the room just as quickly as he had entered, slamming the door behind him.
Drake and Tyler stared at the door in shock for a moment before Drake let out a groan and dropped his forehead down onto Tyler's shoulder and slowly removed his hand from his boyfriend's pants. "Damn it, Reid," He muttered softly.
Tyler let his head drop back to rest on the bed as he panted, trying to catch his breath. "Well, that was about as effective as being thrown into an ice bath…" He commented, feeling Drake nod against his shoulder before the younger boy rolled off of him.
Drake laid on the bed next to Tyler for a moment before standing up with a sigh and moving toward his closet to grab a shirt. "Remind me to kill Reid," He said as he disappeared into walk-in closet once more, stepping back out a moment later while pulling a shirt on over his head.
Tyler snorted. "I'll help," He replied as he did his pants back up before standing up and straightening the rest of his clothes.
"C'mon, let's go see what my soon-to-be-dead cousin wanted," Drake said as he took Tyler's hand and headed for the door.
Tyler tugged on Drake's hand, pulling the younger boy back around in front of him and pulled him close before pressing a soft his to his mouth. "We'll have to try this again sometime. Preferably when there's no one else around to interrupt us," He murmured against Drake's lips.
Drake grinned before kissing Tyler once more, quickly slipping his tongue into the other boy's mouth. The kiss was short but they were both panting as it ended. "Definitely."
The two made their way down to the living room where they knew they'd find the other three Sons.
Reid looked up as they entered and quirked an eyebrow at the couple. "Well, that didn't take very long," He commented earning him a glare from the younger two boys.
Caleb reached over and smacked his boyfriend upside the head. "Lasted longer than you did that one time," He quipped.
"Hey! That so didn't count!" Reid protested.
Drake just shook his head as he pulled Tyler down onto one of the couches. "I so don't wanna know," He said while Tyler nodded his agreement and Pogue laughed at Reid.
Reid shot a glare at the laughing teen. "I wouldn't laugh if I were you," He said, "You're the one that's only got their hand for company."
Pogue stopped laughing and just glared at Reid for a moment before turning to Drake and pointedly changing the conversation. "So how was your first day at Spenser?" He asked.
Drake shrugged. "Okay," He replied, "Except for the fact that Ryan Abbott is in my swim class. Stupid fucking Abbott."
"Oh yeah, I forgot Aaron had a younger brother," Caleb said.
"He anything like Aaron?" Tyler asked.
Drake nodded, "Yup." He then turned to look at his cousin curiously, "Any idea why every single one of my teachers, except for the choir teacher, had the same reaction of 'Oh no, not another one' when they got to my name during attendance and saw me?"
Reid just started laughing as the other three Sons snickered.
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Yay! Another chapter is done! I hope you all liked it! Please leave a review and let me know what you think!
~ Kyra