Title: Find America
Author: loony4lupin
Beta: _starcrossed_ and luvscharlie
Length: 5,068 word count
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Scorpius' summer vacation after his 7th year doesn't go as planned... so he thinks.
Warnings: Sex. Booze. Glitter. Crack.
Author's Notes: This is my first post here. I hope I did everything right, especially the tags (sooomany!!). Happy Thursday!!
Prompt(s): Glitter, Tie-dye, "Walking on Sunshine", Road Trip, contact with the muggle world (bonus prompt)
It was officially the worst summer vacation of his entire life.
It would go down in bloody history as the worst idea his mother had ever had. What was she thinking? How could she have let this happen to him? She was his mother! His MOTHER!
Scorpius took a deep breath and tried to relax. He had charmed the truck stop loo door shut. The ugly, disgusting, quarantine-worthy loo seemed to be closing in on him the more that he began to panic. He took another deep breath and turned on the tap.
Oh good Merlin.
It was brown. Brown!
This was not how it worked. His mother said they were going to America for a surprise vacation. They were supposed to be having fun! She was supposed to be taking him to wonderful gay clubs, with glitter and delicious boys in cowboy hats and all sorts of American things for him to enjoy.
Instead, they were road-tripping across America with the Potters.
The POTTERS!
Scorpius attempted to steady himself, grabbing hold of the faucet, but then noticed the very large and very hungry looking cockroach and set his hands on his hips.
At least they weren't with the entire brood of Potters. There was no way his father would have let that happen, no matter what his mother threatened to do. Thankfully, Mr. Potter and James had to stay home for some reason or another, it didn't really matter why it was, just that they weren't there and that is what was important. Or Scorpius would have killed his mother, then jumped out of their 'motor vehicle'.
Oh yes. A fucking car.
Not that Scorpius had any problem with any of the Potters, it was just that… this was supposed to be his vacation after Hogwarts. It was supposed to be his time with his mother, who was wonderful and full of, usually, amazing surprises. He would have been fine with the road trip. He would have even accepted travelling like a Muggle, because Scorpius understood how much his mother loved it. And he would have completely understood wanting to bring Mrs. Potter with them. His mother had taken to Mrs. Potter when she had told Scorpius' father that she wasn't going to stay home and play mother all the time, but she was actually going to try-out for Quidditch. Queue Mrs. Potter and the Holy Head Harpies. He could have handled all of that and still been able to relax and find himself and all the other insanity he had planned for his trip after Hogwarts.
But he just couldn't relax with Al around.
Not now.
It wasn't that he and Al weren't friends. They were the best of friends, but the issue was seeing that Al had paraded around Hogwarts openly, as the wonderful, sexy, friendly and exploring bisexual. Scorpius had been the closet gay. He had spent the better part of his seven years at Hogwarts trying to find a way to tell his father he was gay because Scorpius had known since the first time Cassandra Parkinson had kissed him on the cheek in first year.
He didn't want to be the closet gay anymore, and this trip was supposed to be about experimenting with people he would never see again. Plus, they needed to leave England for a while, due to the fact that Father was not very happy and needed some time to adjust to the only Malfoy heir being homosexual. His mother was absolutely thrilled. She was a odd character to begin with, but Scorpius blamed it on his French Grandmother and his mother's fascination with Muggles. They always joked that his father had got quiet a bit of a shock when he found himself falling in love with someone entirely different than what Lucius Malfoy had expected. Scorpius was quite proud of his father, he had put up with an awful lot.
But he wasn't escaping reality very well with Al bounding around next to him, talking his ear off, dragging him to clubs (the boy had an affinity for glitter that astounded even Scorpius'), and generally just being his best mate. The only problem was that Scorpius was having difficulty exploring his sexuality with Al, who was always around, and if Scorpius didn't get it out… didn't figure out what he was supposed to do-
Scorpius took a deep breath and barely resisted the urge to put his head in between his legs to alleviate the light-headedness he was experiencing.
Because the truth of the matter was, if he didn't spend this summer, slagging around America, then Scorpius was going to have to face the fact that he wasn't just gay… but he was completely and totally gay for Albus Severus Potter.
The vacation was, in short, the biggest mistake of his life and it was being played out in front of Lily, Ginny, and Albus Potter.
"Aye-aye!" Al's voice echoed through the dingy loo stall.
Scorpius took a deep breath.
"I'll be right out, Al."
Scorpius turned from the tarnished mirror and promised himself that he was going to get through this vacation, and he was going to get through it without his virginity, Albus Severus Potter be damned!
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"I'm going to die."
"Scorpius dear, you're being entirely too dramatic."
Scorpius turned towards his mother, who was bopping her head rhythmically to the heavy music of the club and sipping rather enthusiastically on her drink. Scorpius gave a scathing glance towards the dance floor, before he turned and took a shot from the waiting glass of vodka. Then he turned back to his mother, who was quickly turning traitor.
"Mother, I'm trying to be patient here. But he's up there, flaunting himself and I can't concentrate on anything but his, his, well his-"
"Really delectable hips?" his mother offered with a smile, and Scorpius felt all the absurdity of the trip fall onto his shoulders. Not enough liquor (which he couldn't even purchase by himself in this country; they should have thought of that before coming) could cure his issues. Al was too attractive, too relaxed, too fucking touchy-feeling and now, too naked and dancing in a cage on top of the stage.
Oh, yes.
Scorpius looked back at the dance floor. The smoky club was pretty nice; the music and the people in the club were fun and attractive. The sea of bodies pulled at Scorpius, but not as much as the body dancing in one of the two cages, which sat atop the stage. Lily and Mrs. Potter (it was too creepy calling her Ginny) were in one cage, laughing and dancing around like idiots.
But Al, Al was dancing like it was what he went to school for seven years and received an insane amount of N.E.W.T.s in.
"Why don't you just tell him?"
Scorpius took another shot.
"I cannot just tell him," Scorpius replied scathingly. His mother rolled her eyes and finished her drink, then slid off her bar stool.
"Where are you going?!"
"I'm going to join Gin up in the cage thing; it looks fun."
She promptly disappeared in the crowd of bodies.
Scorpius had no choice but to down another shot and try to dance with someone who could distract him from Al's mesmerizing hips. He too, disappeared into the crowd, cursing his mother, his gayness, and the Potter genes.
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It was not right, Scorpius thought, to spend this amount of time of any vacation in the loo. But he had been spending an appalling amount of time in all sorts of loos, from hotel rooms to truck stops to diners and rest stops. Scorpius had locked himself in so many loos. He was beginning to think he could effectively design the best loo for every need; particularly the need to lock the world away and panic, cry and throw a tiny but particularly childish tantrum.
He was doing just that.
Because it was the final straw and he had cracked. His mother had turned against him with such force that he hardly had time to grasp the full panic she could inspire. He had no doubt that she would have been sorted into Slytherin if she had gone to Hogwarts. The woman was fucking cunning, and Mrs. Potter was just as bad.
Apparently, the hotel they were staying at had given one of their rooms away by accident, which left Scorpius no choice but to sleep in the same room as Al. Part of him could have handled that, really. But it got worse, so much worse and Scorpius had no choice but to lock himself in the loo, chain smoke out the window, and drink copious amounts of alcohol.
There was only one bed.
And the floor had bugs…
And they were banned from using magic in Missouri (who had even heard of that state, anyway?).
Fucking painful.
Scorpius took another pull from the bottle of Muggle vodka. It seared his throat, but he was beginning to like it. The cigarettes helped balance out all the stress, but he couldn't get his mind to slow down. All he could see was Al dancing, sweat and glitter covering his entire body… practically begging to be ravished.
Scorpius wasn't sure he was going to make it through the night alive, or with his ego intact, or his friendship with Al. One thing he was sure he was going to wake with in the morning was his virginity. And now he had images of Al taking his virginity. Bloody hell!
He let his head make contact with the window sill and accepted that his mind would wander wherever it pleased. He was a Ravenclaw after all.
Albus bending over to look at the sweets collection at the petrol stations.
Albus licking and sucking on a Muggle popsicle.
Albus falling asleep and snuggling against Scorpius in the backseat of the Muggle car.
Albus tie-dying most of his shirts, his hands twisting the cloth and sending a smattering of dyed water all over his face and laughing, head thrown back to expose his pale throat.
Albus lathering himself with lotion, which was embedded with glitter, highlighting his thin muscles and lickable skin.
Albus prancing around hotel room after hotel room sans clothing of any type.
Albus absently stroking the inside of his elbow.
The sounds of Albus having a wank in the shower, deep moans and breathy pants.
Albus. Albus. Albus.
Scorpius looked down at his erection. It was if his body was constantly betraying him. He was supposed to be in control. He was supposed to be able to utilize mind over matter. He was supposed to be able to breathe when Albus was in the room and not have to think of creative ways to get rid of his stiffy and to get his heart to stop fluttering. His heart wasn't even supposed to flutter, he was a guy not some sort of twelve year old girl! Scorpius wasn't supposed to fall in love with his best friend.
"I never noticed your obsession with loos before this."
Scorpius turned from his perch on the window sill to see Al leaning against the sink. Scorpius covered up his gasp by sucking balefully on his cigarette. Al was not wearing a shirt, his pale chest looked harsh in the fluorescent light of the room, but it brought out the stray glitter that still clung to his skin from the club earlier. Even after a shower, Scorpius could still make out all the tiny specks of sparkle. He wanted nothing more than to lick them off.
Scorpius watched as Albus approached him on the window sill, leaning against the frame and plucking the bottle from Scorpius' hands.
"Starting without me? Not very nice," Al's tone was teasing and light, even though Scorpius could see the tension in Al's body. He was wound tight.
"Just needed something to take the edge of this disgraceful hotel," Scorpius replied, puffing on his cigarette and wishing Al had talked him into buying some herb.
Al nodded and took a couple quick pulls from the bottle, Scorpius watched as his friend's face scrunched up, twisted with the taste and burn of the vodka. Scorpius laughed and held out the cigarette. Al took it, handing back the bottle and taking several drags of the cigarette.
Albus coughed and squinted his eyes at Scorpius. "You are the only Ravenclaw I know, who thinks that a cigarette is a good enough chaser for straight vodka. Thought you lot were supposed to be smart."
Scorpius laughed, the alcohol seeping into his blood stream seemed to be helping him relax in the presence of Al. And he breathed a sigh of relief. They sat smoking and drinking on the window sill for an hour. And Scorpius had only ogled Al thrice, but it was because Albus was stroking the inside of his elbow again. It was Scorpius' weakness. But he thought that one weakness was better than losing all control and he congratulated himself.
"Bed?"
Scorpius looked up from the blinking lights of the dull Missouri streets. He blushed hard but nodded, he had almost forgotten about sharing a bed with Al. He was hoping that he was drunk enough to just pass out.
Al got up and padded out of the loo and into the small bedroom, it was almost too small for the decent sized bed and television. Scorpius followed, trying not to weave too much on the way there. Oh yes, he was decidedly drunk. Although, not as much as he hoped to be.
"Fuck."
"What is it, Al?"
Albus was standing in front of what the Muggles called an air conditioner that was supposed to cool the air. Scorpius took the time to study the way Al's skin stretched across his back and the fluid movement of muscle just beneath the smooth skin. He imagined licking his way across that skin, scraping his blunt nails over that skin, nibbling and sucking on every vertebra…
"-paid so much for this tiny room and now this air thingy is broken."
Scorpius snapped out of his daze and frowned.
"Broken?"
"Yeah, and it's so fucking humid in here."
Scorpius nodded. It really was hot in here. Someone had said that the humidity in Missouri was like walking around in other people's sweat that had no quite fully evaporated. He was beginning to see the truth in the disgusting statement. He felt heavy with heat and tingling limbs. It didn't help that Al was shimmying out of his jeans, revealing his tight arse and strong, but lithe, legs. Scorpius barely choked down a moan.
He twisted around from watching Al kick and hit the air conditioner with such cute angst that made his stomach curl and dance around, and flopped face first onto the bed. He wasn't so sure he could get through this with a practically naked Al. Scorpius had been counting on Albus' favourite sleep wear, which was a tiny white t-shirt and green boxers.
He was concentrating on big, deep breaths when he felt the tugging at his clothing.
"Come on, I know you're a bit tipsy but you can't sleep in these." Scorpius was too shocked to move and too aroused to refuse the contact. Al tugged down on Scorpius' khakis and he felt them slide easily off his hips, obeying Al's every command. A few tugs had Scorpius on his back, wishing that Al wouldn't look down and notice that his best friend was sporting a rather impressive erection.
Scorpius watched Al's hands work down the buttons on his shirt, he imagined they were slippery with drunkenness because Al took an awfully long time, his face frowning in concentration. Scorpius just tried not to arch into every brush of Al's fingertips. It was such a delicious torture, Scorpius had decided he was nothing more than an intelligent masochist.
"There," Al said and Scorpius could have come by the husky quality of Al's voice, which must have been because of the booze and cigarettes, combined with the stifling heat. Scorpius nodded and looked up from Al's fingers that rested on the waist band of Scorpius' boxers. Al's eyes were wide and dark, the emerald green almost vacant from the pools of black. The sight made Scorpius shiver, his erection straining mercilessly against his boxers, begging him to make a move and press his hips up against Al's thigh for a tiny bit of friction.
Suddenly, Al was gone from his position on top of him and bustling about the room. Scorpius watched him turn off lights, set the alarm and call down for breakfast in the morning. He pressed the heel of his hand against his erection; the sight of Al's tight arse shifting underneath the gray cotton was very enticing. Scorpius doubted that all the alcohol in the world could make him fall asleep with his cock as hard as it was.
"Goodnight Al."
Scorpius turned over and draped the sheet over him. It stuck to his wet skin and he listened intently, his eyes closed, as Al moved about the room and then to the flick of the light switch and the slide of the sheet against Al's skin as he slipped into bed. The weight of Al on the bed made a slight squeak in the springs and caused Scorpius to move back a bit. He held his breath. They were almost touching and Scorpius could feel the heat emitting from Al's skin in waves.
He listened for a while to the stillness in the air. Outside he could hear crickets and the loud, rhythmic sound of something called a cicada (Scorpius had read a bit about them on the Missouri brochure). But Al's deep breathing and the sounds of the cicadas outside quickly lulled him asleep, despite his erection and the fear of doing something embarrassing in his sleep.
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Scorpius woke up and wondered if someone was conspiring against him. He took a deep breath to gauge exactly how real his situation was.
It was fucking real.
Somehow, in the middle of the night Al had latched onto him and their positions at the beginning of the night were long forgotten. Scorpius was lying on his back, arms around the squirming Al, who was practically on top of him. Al's face was buried in Scorpius' neck, the trademark wild Potter hair tickling his jaw and Al's hands were all over him.
And Al was thrusting.
Against him.
Thrusting. Erection. ON HIM!
Scorpius took another deep breath. But his hips were moving in time with Al's tiny circles and thrusts, Al's hot puffs of air on Scorpius' neck weren't helping and his entire body was on fire from touching and smelling and being humped by Al.
Al shifted his lower body and their cocks pressed together through fabric. Scorpius saw stars and could not help the moan that tore from his throat.
Suddenly, Al stilled, and panic flooded Scorpius' system.
Scorpius screwed his eyes shut as Al removed his head from Scorpius' neck. But Al didn't move the rest of his body and Scorpius could feel Al's stare. He gingerly opened his eyes. Al was staring, eyes wide but unreadable in the moonlight. Scorpius licked his lips because even if the situation was about to set his entire life upside down, Scorpius had never seen Al look so sexy.
"You're hard."
Scorpius nodded.
"You're gay."
Scorpius paused, realised he was doomed anyway, then nodded again.
"You're hard… for me?"
Another pause and Scorpius nodded. Al tilted his head to the side and Scorpius watched his mouth, now bathed in moonlight.
"Are you gay for me as well?"
Scorpius screwed his eyes shut. This was a fucking disaster. Then he nodded. There was a pause, a great expanse of time when the earth stood still, the cicadas stopped fucking humming, everyone in the world stopped breathing, and Scorpius just laid there trapped in a dingy motel between Albus Severus Potter's insanely sexy body and a dirty mattress in the humid, Missouri heat.
Basically, the world had ended.
But just as suddenly as it had ended, rather anticlimactically Scorpius mused, it began anew when Al smashed his lips against Scorpius' in something that might have resembled a kiss if there hadn't been so much teeth.
It didn't matter though. It was still one of the best moments of Scorpius' life. He moaned into Al's mouth, letting the boy's tongue snake into his own mouth. Suddenly, Scorpius' body seemed to return to life and his hands moved across his friend's body, over his shoulders, and down Al's back to the two dimples there before smoothing over Al's arse. It was Al's turn to moan into Scorpius' mouth.
Scorpius could hardly believe this was happening. It didn't even make sense in his mind. But he thought he could occupy his body while his mind tried to catch up on what exactly this meant and oh, Holy Merlin…
Al ground against him and Scorpius' hands settled on Al's arse. It was a thing of glory and Scorpius kneaded the globes of flesh in his hands, arching into every circle and thrust of Al's hips. If Al hadn't been fucking his mouth with his long, wicked tongue, Scorpius would have cursed with the sheer beauty of what he was feeling.
Al released his mouth and trailed down Scorpius' jaw. All he could do was gasp and moan as Al sucked on Scorpius' neck, drawing the flesh into his mouth and sucking.
"Fuck, Al," Scorpius breathed as Al released the flesh and stroked it with his tongue before moving up to his ear. Al's breath was hot against his ear, his tongue tracing and flicking against Scorpius' hyper-sensitive skin.
"Taste too fucking amazing Scorpius," Al moaned into his neck. Scorpius moaned in response, bucking his hips against Al's hips that worked in tight circles. "I want to lick and taste you all over."
Al moved down his neck to suck on Scorpius' collar bone, and Scorpius lost his grip on Al's arse, moving his hands instead to tangle in Al's wild hair.
"I bet you taste good all over." Al licked at the hollow of Scorpius' throat, his teeth nipping little trails of ecstasy as he went.
"I want to suck your cock until you come. I want to fuck your arse with my tongue." Scorpius keened and tightened his grip on Al's hair when Al sucked a nipple into his mouth. He teased it with his tongue before biting down lightly. Scorpius bucked his hips. He was so fucking close.
"Want to fuck your pretty mouth… oh god, want to teach you, want to spend all my life doing dirty things to you." Al switched nipples and Scorpius felt his friend's hand move between their bodies and grasp at his cock over the thin material of his boxers. He arched into the touch, his back bowed off the mattress. It was too much… too much.
"I want to fuck you, fuck that perfect arse of yours until you forget about everything but my cock and my name."
Al was nipping his way down Scorpius' chest, his tongue swirling into the navel there. Scorpius was going to come; he was so close. But he certainly didn't want it to end like this, coming like a school boy to dirty talk and Al's delicious mouth
"I'm going to come if you don't stop bloody talking!" Scorpius panted and moaned, his body twisting of his own accord against Al's.
Al stilled his movements, hand and mouth, his breath hot against Scorpius' belly. Scorpius took a deep breath, but his chest felt tight and his bollocks even tighter.
"Want you," Al's voice ghosted against the hair of Scorpius' belly.
"Really?"
"Oh, Merlin yes, want you inside me so bad, Scorpius." Al practically keened, his lips moving against Scorpius' hip bone with every letter.
"Yeah," Scorpius breathed. "Yeah, all right, oh, fuck yes."
Scorpius hauled Al up to him by the hair and they kissed, mouths open and desperate against each other. Scorpius could feel his orgasm so close, but he wanted to wait until he was buried inside of Al. The mere thought of it had Scorpius' trembling. Al broke the kiss and scrambled off the bed to his trunk.
"Pants off," Al barked as he tossed things out of his trunk, looking for something. Scorpius obeyed, scrambling to get his boxers over his erection. He closed his eyes and smoothed his hand over the angry head of his cock and squeezed the base and his bollocks, hoping to stave off his orgasm. When he opened his eyes, Al was standing at by the bed, cock in hand as he wanked, his eyes glued to Scorpius cock.
"What are you doing?"
Al's eyes snapped up from Scorpius cock to his face, and Scorpius felt himself blush. He had never had anyone look at him like that before. Never.
"You're just so beautiful." Al crawled onto the bed, sliding over Scorpius. "I was just imagining having this," he grasped Scorpius' erection, "inside of me, but then I realised I don't have to wank to it anymore. It's mine."
The last words were ground out as Al caught Scorpius in another kiss. Their hands flew over each other in such desperation; Scorpius thought they would never get to the main event. Suddenly, Al sat up and straddled Scorpius' stomach, taking his hand. Scorpius watched with wide eyes as Al took two of his fingers and isolated them from the rest, and then Al bent over to the tube he had brought to bed and squirted out enough to coat Scorpius' fingers. Al never looked away from Scorpius' face for too long.
Al guided Scorpius hand behind him, until Scorpius' fingers were nudging at Al's puckered hole. Scorpius gasped and trembled, he had never done this before. The thought seemed to have crossed Al's mind too.
"Just slide them in. I should still be stretched." Scorpius was surprised at how easily his fingers moved into Al's hole and the way Al pushed back onto his fingers, seeking them out. Scorpius worked his fingers in and out, they slid easily and Al moaned above him. The heat was incredible, it was like the sun's rays had exploded and all Scorpius could think about was his cock in Al's arse.
"Why is it so easy?"
"Wanked while you were in the loo, had four fingers up my arse thinking of you."
Scorpius couldn't help it, Al was moaning and pressing back into his fingers and he had just confessed to wanking, just earlier. He pressed three fingers into Al, spreading them out when Al moaned. He was thrusting wildly back onto Scorpius' fingers, rubbing against him in the most distracting way. Scorpius went to add a forth finger, but Al shook his head. He moved back and took Scorpius' fingers out of him. Scorpius moved to sit up but Al pushed him back down with his palms and then he scooted back down Scorpius' body, taking another dollop of lube and coating Scorpius' cock. Al worked quick and desperate.
Al raised himself up and Scorpius wrapped his hand around Al's which sat at his cock. They locked eyes and Al sank down. Scorpius watched as Al's eyes widened and he threw his head back, a moan so deep and gutted coming from his throat and making Scorpius moan in response. Al's arse was a fucking inferno; the heat was insane. Scorpius held his breath until Al was fully seated, and then Al raised his head, caught Scorpius' gaze once more, and began to move.
Al's muscles strained and Scorpius watched as Al rose above him, dragging his cock out and then swiftly pressing down. It was exquisite and all Scorpius could do was moan and thrust back. They built a rhythm, with Al doing most of the work until Scorpius got the hang of it and thrust up inside of Al.
"Scorpius," Al twisted and moaned at the motion of Scorpius' hips. Something inside of Scorpius seemed to snap and he gripped Al's hips and thrust up against him, tilting Al until the boy was thrashing and moaning his name the same way over and over again. Their skin slapped together as Al grabbed his own bobbing cock and began to stoke himself. Watching Al fuck his fist like that, his cock moving in time with Scorpius, broke his control and he couldn't help but to thrust up inside of Al's willing and hot hole without abandon.
Al's own hand flew over his cock until he was coming, Scorpius' name on his lips as come splattered in thick streams between them. It took one look at Al's face, his eyes locked with Scorpius through his orgasm, and Scorpius was coming, spurting hot come inside of his best friend and fucking him without style or grace that was his usual character, there was something primal and uncontrollable about the motion of his hips that twisted inside of him and exploded in a myriad of lights and sound.
There was a soft pop as Scorpius slid out of Al, but it barely registered as Al settled back into the crook of Scorpius' neck and they both fell asleep sticky and hot, but sated.
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Scorpius woke up to screeching inside his head and outside. He moaned and rolled over, disgusted at the way the sheets stuck to him.
Sheets. Come. Oh fucking Merlin.
"I'm Walkin' on Sunshine… WHOOOAHAAOOH!" A screech came from the direction of the loo and Scorpius sat up.
"I'm Walkin' on Sunshine… WHOOOAHAAOH!!!!!"
A tiny smile crept onto his face as he listened to Al sing terribly off tune to the radio. His mind was still struggling to keep up with what had just happened last night, but if Al was singing in the shower, about love and sunshine. It was a good indication that things could only get better for the rest of the road trip.
"Annnnnd don't it feel good, HEY, and don't it feel good, YEAH Oh YEAH, and don't it feel good!"
Plus, Scorpius thought as he untangled himself from the sheet and moved towards the loo. He had already lost half of his virginity and the rest of his trip was looking up.
"I feel alive, I feel a love…"
