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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Scorpius_Malfoy/James_Sirius_Potter/Hugo_Weasley
  Character:
      Scorpius_Malfoy, James_Sirius_Potter, Hugo_Weasley, Ron_Weasley, Harry
      Potter
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-03 Words: 1700
****** I Told You to Wait in the Car ******
by WhatWldMrsWeasleyDo
Summary
     James gets stuck with babysitting his nerdy cousin.
Notes
     Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all associated ideas remain the property
     of J.K. Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended. No money is
     being made by me.
     Author's Notes: For the
     [[info]]hugo_love and
     [[info]]
     sceasleycest Hugo/Scorpius Hot Summer Recipe.
“But I'm going out!”
 
“I hardly ever ask you to do anything.”
 
“Why can't Albus?”
 
“He always does it. And he's on his Induction Weekend.”
 
As Hugo and his father climbed out of the Floo, they couldn't miss the fact
that their hosts were arguing. Nor what they were arguing about. Ron gave his
son a reassuring pat.
 
“Why can't he stay at home?”
 
“Because Hermione and Ginny are doing that pampering thing there with the
girls. The place will be full of half-dressed women!”
 
Hugo couldn't stop himself from grimacing. Half-dressed females! Hopefully he'd
get away with it as they were all related to him.
 
They walked through into the kitchen. Harry and James were glaring at each
other. When they spotted Ron and Hugo a silence fell. James clearly hadn't been
lying about going out, he was all dressed up and looked untouchably,
unbelievably hot. His clothes were ostentatiously expensive and pressed crisp,
his auburn hair professionally styled and the room smelled of his grooming
products. Hugo tried to keep his gaze away from the bare skin around his
cousin's throat and the tight fit of his pants from knee to waist.
 
“I won't get in the way. I've got my book. Nobody needs to watch me,” Hugo
offered.
 
His father and uncle exchanged a glance.
 
“Er. Not here,” Harry said “we're, um busy ...”
 
“I'll hang out in another room or something.”
 
“No,” Ron said decisively. “Look, James, you can take him with you. He's of
age, just take him down the pub with you or whatever. He's no trouble.”
 
Hugo wilted under the derisive sneer James shot at him. “I'm late!” He strode
towards the utility room to the fireplace.
 
“For Merlin's sake! It's not like you do anything all day!” His father shouted
after him.
 
“This again!”
 
“You can't party your life away!”
 
“I can do what I fucking like!”
 
“You take one more step and I'm stopping your allowance!”
 
James' leg froze in mid-air as though he had been Body-Bound. He twisted his
head round, looking horrified.
 
“OK, OK,” he placated, “I'll get a job.” He glared venom at Hugo. “But it won't
be child-minding!”
 
“Just take him with you!” Ron suggested again.
 
Out in the garden, James was fuming.
 
“You don't have to be seen with me,” Hugo said. “I've got my book.” he patted
his pocket. It was a particularly engrossing one about new developments in
renal-chlorophylic restitutional-transfigurative incantations. “I'll just sit
in the loo or something.”
 
“Not where I'm going.” James cast tempus. “I'm so late.”

“For what?”
 
“I had a date. Look, what we'll do is, we'll take the car. I'll be even more
late, but you can sit in it while I nip in, hopefully find who I'm supposed to
be meeting, explain why I can't make it and then I'll take you to a pub.” He
eyed Hugo's scruffy trainers and washed-out shirt. “A very dark pub.”
 
The Ferrari was parked in a side street with the top on. There wasn't enough
light to read. It was too noisy. Music was blaring out from the direction in
which James had disappeared. Hugo closed the book and looked out of the window.
The car was getting admiring glances from the well-dressed men who kept
hurrying past.
 
Hugo wasn't about to smoke in the Potters' flash car. As he rolled the
cigarette, he wandered down the street. He stood in a doorway opposite the
club. The name was all lit up. It was one he had heard of. The line was full of
handsome young men looking their best. Hugo stuck the cigarette in his mouth
and stared.
 
There was the smooth sound of flint sparking, the scent of expensive cologne
and a flame lit up a pale, perfect face, far too close to his own.
 
“Inhale,” said a deep, drawling aristocratic voice. Hugo did as he was told,
watched by sparkling silver eyes. The man's lips were sculpted, moist,
captivating. “And exhale.” Hugo did. “Don't worry about the queue,” added the
rich voice. “The best people never queue. And you're with me now.”
 
Strong, manicured fingers gripped Hugo's elbow and the boy allowed himself to
be steered into the club because his mind seemed to have stopped working for
itself.
 
Hugo could not have named a single one of the tracks playing so loudly, or told
anyone what it was he was drinking. All he was aware of was the slim body
moving against his own, the taste of skin, the deep, comforting voice and the
flattering things it was saying.
 
He suddenly felt himself being jerked away and a harsh hiss was asking, “Didn't
I tell you to wait in the car?”
 
Hugo freed himself. “I thought you wanted to get rid of me!” he snapped back.
“Why don't you get on with your precious date?”
 
“'Cos he's gone, I've missed him, we were too late!” James yelled back. “What
the fuck do you think you're doing?”
 
The last question was directed over Hugo's shoulder. Hugo could feel a chest
against his back, hands on his waist and hot breath on his neck. He could smell
that spicy cologne again. He laid his head back and let sensation pull him away
again.
 
“What's it look like, Potter?” Hugo felt the ribcage vibrate against his own.
 
“Get off my cousin, Malfoy! I'm supposed to be looking after him!”
 
“You just left him lying around outside where anyone could have picked him up.”
Hugo's earlobe was nibbled lightly. He reached behind him.
 
“Well, now you can put him back down again,” James growled.
 
“Don't worry,” Hugo mumbled thickly, “your allowance is quite safe. I'll tell
Uncle Harry you were the perfect babysitter.” He twisted round inside the other
man's embrace and got hold of his taut biceps. Their open mouths made contact
and so did their bulging groins. James just had to disappear and everything
would be perfect.
 
James grabbed Hugo by the collar and wrenched him backwards. “Do you even know
who he is, you stupid little twink?” he practically spat.
 
“Fuck off James! You didn't want to be seen with me, remember? Why don't you
leave me alone?”
 
It was just Hugo's luck that at the moment that he finally had enough
confidence built up to answer his cock-sure cousin back, the music stopped. The
next track seemed to take a long time to come in, and when it did it had a
slow, quiet, gentle intro.
 
Everyone in the large room seemed to be staring at the three of them. Hugo
became very aware of how scruffy his clothes were. But he gradually realised
that he also had two of the best looking men in the place apparently fighting
over him. James had frozen, still pulling on a fist-full of Hugo's shirt; the
blond was keeping a firm grasp on the waistband of his jeans. They glared into
each other's faces.
 
Eventually, when the music had got loud enough, the deep, rich drawl said, “If
you wanted to join in, Potter, you only had to ask.”
 
James looked horrified, he looked about to protest, only then his mouth stopped
moving and something in his eyes changed.
 
Then there was warm breath in Hugo's ear again and he was being asked, “If
that's all right with you, sweetheart.”
 
Hugo didn't want to share, and James was a tosser and a mean, belittling tosser
at that. But somehow Hugo found his head nodding an agreement, before he pulled
forward and got his hands to that smooth, strong jaw and he lost himself in
another deep kiss.
 
They were moving, it was getting darker. Then they were walking, they were
outside, the warm evening air was on Hugo's skin.
 
“I've got a Ferrari,” James said.
 
“Lucky you,” sneered the man he had called 'Malfoy'.
 
“I want to do it in my sports car,” James clarified. He sounded breathlessly
excited.
 
“No. We were playing first. You have to join in with how we want it.” The rich
voice got warmer as he asked Hugo, “Do you want to do it on my yacht,
gorgeous?”
 
“In my aeroplane,” James insisted. Even he was trying out a wheedling tone,
even he was asking Hugo now.
 
“There's a Jacuzzi at my Paris apartment.” Long fingers played with Hugo's
hair.
 
“We've got a private beach in Mexico.” James slipped a hand under Hugo's shirt.
 
Hugo didn't remember being offered any of this earlier. Hadn't it been a very
dark pub? No, he decided, they could keep their rich-boys' toys. They were
welcome to his world! He took hold of each of their wrists and he spun.
 
They landed in a meadow and before either of the older men could catch their
breath, Hugo pulled them both down onto the ground on top of him. He yanked a
handful of pale blond hair and crashed teeth and tongues for a moment, before
pulling away and saying, “Not that you asked, but my name's not 'sweetheart' or
'gorgeous', it's Hugo Weasley.”
 
“I'm absolutely delighted to make your acquaintance, Hugo. I'm Scorpius Malfoy.
How do you do?”
 
“Fucking fantastic, mate! Now I suggest you two get your kits off.”
 
“It's muddy,” James protested, but quietly.
 
Scorpius was already ripping off his cashmere and slacks, kicking off his
bespoke shoes and silk socks. Hugo tore off the satin underpants with his
teeth. Then he licked the wet, red, round tip of the man's perfect cock.
Somewhere behind him, someone groaned.
 
Hugo opened his mouth wide, but had to wait for his next taste while Scorpius
undressed him and kissed him. Then they lay down in the long grass, belly to
belly and simultaneously took each other's cocks deep into their mouths.
 
Someone behind them released an animal grunt of frustration.
 
Then there was the noise of clothes tearing as Hugo and Scorpius writhed
together, slipping on the mud, hot and desperate, hips jerking and heads
bobbing. A few seconds later there was a naked man against Hugo's back as James
clutched at both of their bodies. They caressed him back, the heat rising, then
uncoiling within them until three streams of creamy white spunk landed on the
dirty brown earth.
 
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