[LOG] Dreams can cause problems
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ass_teaWhere: 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.
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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Date: 2007-10-15 07:25 am (UTC)Sure, I can write Hawk by myself, I just wanted to make sure you weren't like...itching to play him or something like that. XD So yeah, two narratives for me then. I seriously can't think of anything major, though I really do feel like we maybe ought to do one more thing before Alby has the "so I have a friend..." talk with Scorp. D: Any ideas? I'm also thinking that Scorp might try talking with Professor Blackwood, cause he's the head of house and he seems like the type of person to know what to do. After all, it would be hilarious if Professor Blackwood gave him pamphlets on safe sex spells and stuff like that. |D Oh, high school memories!]
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Date: 2007-10-15 04:00 pm (UTC)Okay, sounds good then~ Yeah, I was kind of thinking... there's got to be something that kind of... precipitates Alby telling Scorp that he likes him, except I'm not sure what that would be. (Though maybe having someone else ask Scorp out first would do it, now that I think about it...) Either that or we have one more really awkward almost-something with them - I'm not sure what yet, but I'll try to think of ideas! Maybe something like one of them catches the other talking to Hawk, or maybe their dormmates bug them or something... I'm also thinking Lily might try to get herself involved, actually, because she'd have noticed Alby's been acting weird since the summer. :D;
Ahaha, yes, that would be totally hilarious if Blackwood gave Scorp a whole bunch of safe sex literature. XD That would be priceless.]
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Date: 2007-10-15 09:33 pm (UTC)Hahahaha, I'm thinking that maybe Scorp should have the talk with Professor Blackwood after he and Alby get together. XD Maybe the professor will want to see him after class, since he's heard all the rumors. D: He'll probably want to be talking to Alby too, or maybe he'll get his wife to talk to Alby. XD That would be HILARIOUS!]
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Date: 2007-10-15 09:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-16 12:01 am (UTC)|D Yes, if he waits 'till after and Professor Blackwood actually pulls him aside, that would be hilarious. XD I totally vote for that. It'll be priceless.
Hrm... I don't know what the classes are like, but I do get the feeling it's on a rotating schedule sort of thing? Because sometimes they have double periods, sometimes they don't, etc., etc., so I think they can't take all their classes during the day. I wonder if it's more like college, with a MWF and TR sort of thing? We can draft up a basic schedule, I don't mind - heck, we might actually want to implement the same sort of thing over at CoS?]
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