[LOG] Dreams can cause problems

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Where: The Slytherin Dormitories
When: ~Mid-October, 2021 (fifth year)

Albus was standing with his back to the wall of the Slytherin common room, the cold from the stones seeping through his jumper and accentuating the temperature gradient from his back to his front, which was quite warm, given that he was pinned between the wall and the person before him, whose warm mouth was covering his own, robbing him simultaneously of breath and the strength in his legs.

Alby, of course, was finding that he didn't care about breathing or standing at this point, fingers catching in the other's jumper as a groan tried to escape his throat, only to be swallowed by the other's lips and teeth and tongue. Then the mouth pulled back just a bit, allowing Alby to take a breath, drawing enough air to push one labored word past his swollen lips.

"Scorpius," he breathed, as long pale fingers brushed over his own jumper now, his skin prickling at the touch even though there were two layers of clothing between Scorp's hands and Alby's chest. Somehow this seemed so right, that Scorpius was the person pinning him to the wall, kissing him like this, that it wasn't Alby doing the pinning or the kissing and that the the other person wasn't any of the girls that Alby had ever tried and utterly failed to date. This was Scorp and there was no one in the world Alby would prefer to be this close to, ever again. They had the whole of the common room to themselves - the whole of the castle to themselves, he felt. It was dizzying. It was what he wanted, what he wanted all the time and now that he had it, he wanted to stop time so he wouldn't ever have to think about parting.

Alby's eyelids fluttered open as the other's mouth touched the corner of his lips lightly; Scorpius looked down at him, flashing a calm, demure smile that did nothing to hide the strong undercurrent of possession that Alby could practically feel rolling off the taller boy in waves, and suddenly his hands slid back down Alby's front to his waistline and below, pressing firmly right there and Alby gasped -

"S - Scorp!" Alby jerked awake, heart racing; he blinked in the darkness of his enclosed four-poster bed for only a few seconds before he realized two very important things, neither of which boded at all well. First, he'd actually been calling out for Scorpius, because he could hear shifting outside the curtains of his bed as though the other had woken at his cries.

The second was that he was rather painfully - and quite obviously - hard.

Oh, fuck -

Alby hand't had one of these dreams in weeks - it had been one small stroke of luck, when everything else had gone wrong for a while, but now that things had finally almost gotten back to some semblance of normal, Alby realized that, as the shuffling beyond the curtains of his bed grew more distinct, they were about to take a turn for the decidedly suicidal. He scrambled desperately for the coverlet - he'd thrown it off in the midst of his dream, and he desperately scrabbled for it, bunching it over his midsection before whoever was out there - oh God it probably was Scorp - opened the curtains and saw.

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Scorpius kept his mouth firmly shut as Alex asked Alby about last night. Alex had heard? It was a good thing he hadn't gotten up to investigate. Scorpius heaved a mental sigh of relief. "See you at breakfast," Scorpius waved, as the three boys exited to grab seats at the Great Hall before all the food disappeared.

Scorpius shrugged as Alby apologized to him, trying to act like he hadn't known that Alby had been wanking off in the showers. His mind briefly wondered what Alby had been thinking of, but that particular line of questioning always depressed him. No doubt the answer contained girls or women some sort, something Scorpius was definitely not interested in.

"It's all right," Scorpius replied, putting on his robe and making sure he had his wand and all his books in his bag. "I went back to sleep anyway. I hope the dream wasn't too bad," he said with a shrug. He wanted to offer to let Alby talk about it if he wanted to, because that's what he used to do with his mother when he had nightmares in the middle of the night, but he didn't want to hear the details if Alby wanted to tell him the truth. Knowing that Alby was straight was bad enough, having to listen to exactly how straight he was was a torture session that Scorpius wanted to avoid as much as possible.

Scorpius shouldered his bag and headed out, pausing to turn at the doorway. "I'll take good notes for you," he said simply and walked out.

The Great Hall was filled with its usual student body when he found a seat next to Joe.

"Alby looks like shit," Joe said simply, looking to Scorpius as if he had all the answers.

Scorpius looked back impassively. "He had a bad dream."

"Heard the showers last night," Alex said from across the table, spearing a sausage with his fork and wolfing it down.

"Oh," a look of realization dawned on Joe's face. "So he does it at night then." He nodded and then returned to his scrambled eggs.

Scorpius looked from Joe to Alex. Zach was nowhere to be seen, probably at the Hufflepuff table with his girlfriend. "What?"

"Wanking, mate," Alex said, spearing another sausage and waving it at Scorpius. "Everybody does it," he said matter-of-factly. "I've always just sort of wondered when Alby does it."

Scorpius looked between his two dormmates with disbelief. "What the bloody--"

"Look." Alex wolfed down another sausage and put his work down. "We're fifteen. Of course we wank. It's bloody hard to find a time and a place to do it when nobody's in the room, so I've got to make sure nobody has overlapping wanking times and places, because that could get awkward real fast."

Joe usually didn't like agreeing with Alex, but he nodded his head reluctantly. "It's a good thing Alby does it in the middle of the night."

Scorpius rolled his eyes at the ceiling. He was absolutely sure somewhere that his ancestors were playing a huge cosmic joke on him. No answers came from above. "I cannot believe I'm having this conversation."

"So when do you wank off, mate?" Alex asked.

"None of your business," Scorpius snapped. He was not getting involved in this conversation.

Alex put his arms in the air innocently. "I'm just trying to avoid awkward situations here, mate."

Scorpius put his fork down. He was done with breakfast. "If you haven't caught me already, then you never will all right?" He grabbed a plate and heaped some pancakes and butter on top, nabbed some silverware and got up. "See you in class," he said, rushing out of the Great Hall as fast he could, but not before he heard the last snatches of Alex talking to Joe.

"My God, I think he does it when we're in there. Must be when we're just falling asleep, or even in the mornings. That's disgusting."

If Scorpius hadn't already been on his way he out, he would have turned around and given his roommates a big "bugger off."