Fic: Shh (Hugo/James II)

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Title: Shh
Author/Artist: yeaka
Prompt: 055 by sophia_clark: James II/Hugo: They know it’s wrong, but it feels so right.
Pairing(s): James Sirius Potter/Hugo Weasley
Word Count: 8,600~
Rating: (NC-17)
Warning(s): M/M, anal, oral, established relationship, cousin incest, mild d/s.
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: I love LS. I think imma have an affair with her – shhhh.
Summary: James and Hugo have some fun on a family weekend.



Dinner is something of a difficult affair.

The whole family is over – as many as can fit at one time, anyway. James is squished between his father and Albus on one side, Lily next to Albus and his mother next to his father. Hugo’s across from him, between his mother and Rose. The far corner is made up of Hugo’s father and their grandparents, although their grandmother hasn’t fully sat down since they started.

“Have you tasted the potatoes yet, dear?” she ‘asks’ him, shoving a hot bowl down to his end.

James is saved from having to answer by Albus chirping, “Ooh, thanks!” and promptly serving himself another helping. James’ plate is already full enough to burst, even though he’s mostly just shifting it around. The whole table is a bustling array of food and plates and moving cutlery, and the air is thick with conversation. James is completely unable to get sucked into either his parent’s Quidditch argument or Albus’ and Rose’s Gryffindor pride conversation. For once, James is completely silent. He’s busy just watching, and he’s got more than enough to feed a certain type of appetite..

Hugo is only a meter away. He’s crushed between his family, but somehow it seems like the table is clear except for the two of them – no one but James seems to notice. ...He isn’t doing anything thatconspicuous, perhaps, but to James it’s definitely more than noteworthy. No one eats pudding quite like Hugo – and that’s definitely a good thing, because not all tables would forgivingly hide James’ reaction so well.

Hugo eats utterly adorably with just a hint of sensuality, just like he does everything else. He swirls his butter knife around his bowl in a lazy pattern, before lifting it straight up and running his tongue along the edge. He starts at the base right atop his fingers, and draws his open lips all the way up the side, right to the very tip. Then he chastely presses his lips against the top of it – kissing away anything left on the edge. Why he doesn’t use a spoon like a normal person James has no idea – but he be can guess it’s probably to torture him.

Hugo doesn’t glance over at James. He looks at the chocolate in his bowl as he stirs it again, and his eyelids flutter closed as he laps everything off his knife. His pale cheeks are dusted a faint, rosy pink, which looks marvelous against his freckles. His hair is still a mess from where James ruffled it earlier, and his denim jacket’s collar is still flipped up where he’s trying to hide James’ hickey. James understands the precaution, of course. And he knows he really shouldn’t have marked Hugo. Especially not with a family weekend coming up, with everyone around to notice. But he just couldn’t help it, not with a gorgeous, erotic Hugo writhing in his arms this morning, delicate hands over that pretty mouth to stifle the noise. Just knowing those marks are there gets James’ hotter than he can stand, and he chews on his own lip to prevent himself from moaning.

When Hugo’s bowl is mostly empty, he drops his knife in favour of using his hands. He runs his index finger all along the inside before popping it into his mouth. He sucks on it languidly with fluttering lashes and a stifled moan, and his finger pistons gently in and out – just like James’ cock wants to do. He can feel himself twitch in his pants at the sight, and he shifts in his seat awkwardly.

Then Aunt Hermione bats at Hugo’s wrist, scolding, “Don’t eat with your hands!”

Hugo blushes harder and drops his hand instantly, murmuring, “Sorry, Mum.” Then he waits for her to look away, so he can eat the home-cooked french-fries with his fingers. His tongue darts out when he’s finished each bite, trying to lick all the extra salt off his skin – something James would happily volunteer for. He still doesn’t look up – James isn’t sure if he’s being coy or just more patient.

Even if that is the smarter choice – they’re at a family dinner, for goodness’ sake - James can’t help himself. It drives him crazy to think that Hugo doesn’t see him, and he stubbornly slides his foot along the floor until he feels Hugos’. He knows it’s the right one – Hugo’s wearing the absurdly fluffy socks Albus gave him last year for Christmas. James checked before he came in. Then there’s the size – Hugo probably has the smallest feet at the table. He’s one of the smallest bodies. He’s too young for James, James knows, just like he’s a boy and they’re cousins. But James can’t bring himself to care – not when Hugo’s gorgeous blue eyes are finally looking up at him, too hazy and slightly-dilated. James flattens his entire foot over Hugo’s, covering it all and toeing his ankle. Hugo shifts his other foot into James’.

James covers both of Hugo’s feet. He watches Hugo’s eyes as his socks slowly climb up Hugo’s legs, pushing up his jeans. Hugo’s breath hitches; he drops the french-fry he was holding. He looks up at James through his pale lashes, and James pushes all the way up to Hugo’s knees, spreading them apart. Hugo bites his lower lip, glancing between his mother and sister, but they still don’t seem to notice. James quickly double checks – no one notices. It’s just a family dinner. They’re family, and they’d never expect...

James rests the heel of his foot against Hugo’s chair, right between his thighs. James lightly presses the ball of his foot against Hugo’s crotch. Hugo looks at him pleadingly, but James isn’t the sort to relent. He knows Hugo wants it, anyway, even if he might not at the table. James raises an eyebrow – a challenge for Hugo to bear it.

For a few seconds, Hugo tries. Then he licks his lips nervously, looking around. His pudding wasn’t on purpose then, James figures – of course not. Hugo’s an innocent little Hufflepuff. ...Or perhaps he was only teasing, thinking that was different; they weren’t really touching...

Lifting his hand to his mouth, Hugo subtly kisses his palm. Then he lowers his hands below the table, lightly caressing James’ foot. James takes that as a peace offering. Smirking despite himself, James lowers his foot, but not before nudging Hugo’s knee – an order to keep them open. Hugo nods obediently, signally that he understands.

James looks down at his plate, finally ready to attempt actually eating, when Grandpa says loudly over the general din, “Right then! Everybody good and full? What do you all say to a game before bed?”

Groaning in jest, James’ dad laughs, “If you mean a Muggle one, only if you let Hermione fully explain it first.”

“We’re not going to replace all the trains in Monopoly with brooms again, are we?” Albus asks. Grandpa laughs, looking slightly embarrassed. Why they have to play Muggle games James will never understand – can’t they just play Gobstones or chess like a normal person?

But Rose suggests loudly, “How about Scrabble? We could do teams...”

“Aw, Scrabble’s boring,” Albus whines.

“That’s only because you don’t know any words,” Lily quips. Albus wrinkles his nose at her, and James is quiet, although he knows the sentiment. He isn’t really into board games, or word games, or any games really that aren’t Quidditch, but right now he’ll take any excuse to leave the table.

A minute later Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron are cleaning up the dishes and everyone’s being ushered into the living room. James takes a few minutes longer to get up – the last to leave. He makes it seem like it’s to scarf down more food, but really he’s trying to picture Professor Flitwick and Professor Binns making out – a sure way to get rid of his hard-on. It doesn’t work completely, but it gets things down enough that he can safely stand up without being detected. As everyone mills into the tiny living room of the Burrow, James announces loudly, “I’m just going to take a quick bathroom break.” Then he looks at Hugo pointedly, when no one else is looking.

Without further explanation, James walks out of the living room and climbs the stairs, headed for the washroom for no real reason. Once inside he closes the door behind him, careful not to lock it, and sits down on the toilet next to the sink. He puts his feet up on the edge of the tub – the bathroom here’s way too small.

A moment later the bathroom door opens – Hugo quickly slips in and locks it behind him. He mutters, “I said I had to go change into something warmer,” as James stands up and walks over to him.

As soon as Hugo turns around James is on him. James slams him into the door hard enough to make it burst, but it mercifully holds up Hugo’s body as James sets to attack it. He ducks his head to capture Hugo’s lips, hands sliding down Hugo’s arms to grab his wrists, one knee shoving between Hugo’s trembling thighs. Hugo arches up into the touch as much as he can, but mostly he’s just helpless in James’ grip. James grinds him into the door like an animal, cock already hard again.

When James releases Hugo’s lips, Hugo instantly gasps – James is rutting their crotches together, and Hugo’s just as quick to respond. James kisses his cheek and licks his way to Hugo’s ear, biting the shell and fiercely growling into it, “You were such a fucking slut at dinner.”

Hugo always falls apart under James’ mouth. His smaller hands slip out of James’ grasp, climb around James’ back, clutching tightly at his shoulders. James settles for running his long fingers down Hugo’s sides, bunching up his t-shirts and caressing all the skin he can reach. Hugo’s breath is quick and uneven, coming with obvious difficulty as he whimpers, “Th-that’s how I eat...”

James knows Hugo has strange eating habits. He’s full of odd quirks, but that doesn’t make their games any less fun, and James still hisses, voice almost slipping into Parseltongue, “Then you eat like a whore.” He controls the deep lilt as best he can – he knows how Parseltongue affects Hugo, and they don’t have time for as much sex as it’ll warrant. Instead he dips his tongue along Hugo’s freckled lobe, musing, “You should really make it up to me...”

“J-James,” Hugo just barely manages to get out. His crotch is now as excited as James’, and James wishes they weren’t wearing so many clothes. He can feel Hugo’s small chest struggling for air against him, and he can hear Hugo’s racing heartbeat in his ears. He slips both his hands all the way up Hugo’s shirt, climbing his smooth stomach and reaching for his nipples. Hugo gasps while James starts to play with them, rubbing them into pebbles and squeezing lightly. Hugo tries to stifle his wanton moan, but James is close enough to catch every sound.

Hugo’s putty in his hands, and James doesn’t even bother to continue the game. He knows their time is limited, and he can’t let it end before he’s finished. He tries to make it still an option when he orders, low and strong in Hugo’s ear, “Suck me.”

Hugo shivers like it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever heard. His eyes roll up like he’s already in ecstasy, and his fingers tighten in James’ shirt.

Then he sinks slowly to his knees between James and the door, leaning his forehead against James as he goes. It tousles his hair beautifully, and his hands run down James’ back and sides, until he’s kneeling with his face in James’ crotch. He keeps his eyes closed and breathes in heavily. He murmurs quietly, “I missed you so much...”

“I missed you, too,” James breathes. The summer is always harder – they need excuses to come over, and they need to be careful not to do it too much. Hugo isn’t allowed to Floo alone or old enough to Apparate, and James is always stuck babysitting, and the Weasley house is always too full to sneak anyone out off. Usually they have to wait for moments like this – stolen kisses on borrowed time. James wants to treat Hugo properly, serenade him and bask him in love. But there just isn’t time for that, shut away in a tiny bathroom, and he’ll settle for whatever he can get.

The need is too much not to come. Hugo’s so fucking hot about it – he catches James’ zipper in his teeth and tugs it down – a little trick he learned just for James. ...Sometimes James feels a stab of guilt at how much he’s debauched his innocent little cousin, but mostly it just makes him moan...

James’ hands automatically drop to brush through Hugo’s soft hair. He hast to remind himself not to tug at it – not to force him down, or be too rough. He’s still learning to take it, and James never wants to hurt him. Maybe when they’re alone, and they have time to kiss bruises and make love after everything, they can be a bit rougher. But right now he just lets Hugo do his thing, softly thumbing his bangs and playing with fire. Hugo mewls under the attention. He pulls out James’ cock with wide, bright blue eyes, excitement plastered all over his face. He flattens his tongue against the side and licks the whole shaft in one quick motion. James shivers and growls warningly, “Hugo, there isn’t time to tease...”

Hugo nods obediently and pulls back to press his lips against the crown – James has to shift his hips backwards. There isn’t room for Hugo between him and the door. Hugo savours the first kiss more than they have time for, but he takes a second to breathe it in and moan.

Then he opens his eyes halfway and his lips as far as they’ll go, slipping down over James’ hard cock. James bites his cheek to stop the scream. Why didn’t he put up a silencing spell? Fuck, he always thinks of that too late... now a spell would mean stopping long enough to be coherent, and James doesn’t ever, ever want to do that. Hugo’s mouth is deliciously warm and wet around him, and the pressure’s amazing. It’s incredibly difficult, but James keeps his hips still. Hugo pushes himself down, impaling himself and somehow managing not to choke. He keeps going and going without pause, until James feels himself hit the back of Hugo’s throat, and Hugo’s little nose digs into James’ dark curls. He keeps petting Hugo fondly, and Hugo absolutely moans.

The vibrations send a shiver all up James’ spine, but it’s the next bit that really gets him. Hugo suddenly sucks hard, completely hollowing his little cheeks and applying more suction than any human should be able to do. James snarls in ecstasy, shifting a hand to lean against the door. He can’t hold his head any more, but that’s just as well – he wants to watch Hugo do every part of it. Hugo wiggles his tongue along the underside as best he can, humming around it and sucking over and over.

Then he starts to pull off, sliding slickly back down it, jaw kept wide. James groans as his cock reappears outside of Hugo’s swollen lips, now covered in saliva. James is completely flushed and rock solid with desire – just like he always is in that mouth. When Hugo reaches the head he slides himself back down, whimpering like it’s the best thing he’s tasted all evening. Then his hands slide up James’ thighs, coming to cup his balls, and James almost loses it. It’s all he can do not to scream loud enough to bring the whole house running. Hugo rolls James’ balls between his soft fingers, sucking as he bobs up and down. He starts to go faster and faster, probably knowing they’re running out of time.

Because somehow Hugo always forgets, or perhaps just chooses not to, James insists, “Touch yourself,” and he shifts his foot to press against Hugo’s hard crotch for emphasis. Hugo whimpers and leans into the touch, one hand drifting from James’ balls. Hugo runs his fingers down his lithe body, running down his chest and slipping into his own jeans. James mutters encouragingly, “Fuck, yeah... you’re so hot...”

Hugo hums appreciatively. Then he digs his mouth as far into James’ crotch as he can go, sucking fervently. It’s so unbelievably tight around him, and so unbelievably worth it. James leads forward into the door, resisting the incredible urge to fuck Hugo’s face right then and there. He doesn’t have to, though. One more suck and it’s all he can take – his fingers clench in Hugo’s hair and he bites back his roar, cock twitching wildly and exploding all down Hugo’s perfect throat. Hugo stays subserviently on, throat open and relaxed, ready to take it all. He always takes it all. Except when James likes to come on Hugo’s face, of course, but they can’t do that with family all around. So he settles for the incredibly erotic sounds of Hugo swallowing every last bit of his cum, gulping it down like a starving man. He doesn’t stop swallowing and sucking until everything’s gone.

James doesn’t miss a beat. As soon as he’s done he pulls out of Hugo’s warm mouth, zipping himself up with one hand and holding Hugo down by the hair with the other. He slips down to the floor and presses Hugo back into the door again, diving one hand into Hugo’s pants and pushing Hugo’s own of the way. Hugo mewls happily and throws his arms around James’ shoulders, pulling him in for a hard kiss. James shoves his tongue down Hugo’s throat, tasting himself and still going. Hugo’s dick is warm and hard in his hand and slightly slick with sweat. James fists it hungrily and devours Hugo’s lips, nipping and biting and just generally ravishing his younger cousin. He doesn’t care if it’s wrong. It feels so deliciously right, and all he wants to do is make Hugo feel as good as Hugo makes him feel.

Hugo doesn’t take long. He quivers against James as he comes undone, fingers digging hard enough into James’ shoulders to leave marks. He doesn’t once let his mouth leave Hugo’s – he swallows all the moans. James pumps it all out as Hugo paints the inside of his boxers and James’ hand. Then Hugo’s slumping against him in a satiated mess, and James finally lets his abused lips go. Hugo moans, “James,” quietly into the side of his hair.

Not caring that it’s sticky, James pulls his hand out and runs it through Hugo’s hair, cradling the back of his head. He cups Hugo’s face and thumbs his cheeks lovingly, pressing in one final, chaste kiss. Before he stands up, he murmurs, “I love you,” in Parseltongue.

Hugo doesn’t understand the words, but he recognizes the sound, and he shivers delightfully as he answers, just as quiet, “I love you, too.”

James holds out a hand for Hugo; Hugo takes it and lets himself be tugged back up to his feet. James hugs his cousin with one hand as he fishes his wand out of his pants, tapping in between them with some quick cleaning spells. Hugo’s lifting up on his toes for another kiss when a loud knock suddenly raps on the other side of the door, making them both freeze in each other’s arms. Lily’s voice screams through it, “James, you’re taking forever! What the hell? I need to get in there!”

“I-I’m having a quick shower,” James suddenly lies. Realizing how weak that sounds, he brings up, “Er, Al and I got really sweaty playing Quidditch earlier, and-”

“You’re so inconsiderate!” Lily retorts angrily. “You know it’s my time of the month! I need to get in there – you can shower later! And besides, everyone’s waiting for you. Hugo completely disappeared and our teams are all uneven!”

“Er, yeah, he’s... off looking for the jacket I lost yesterday, I... I said he could borrow it.” James metaphorically pats himself on the back – he really should’ve been in Slytherin. Then he coughs into his hand, before working himself up to sound a bit more firm, like he usually does – she caught him all frazzled. “Look, unless you want me to burst out naked I suggest you go back downstairs – I’ll come get you in a minute when I’m dry and dressed.”

Lily makes an extremely aggravated noise. The door caves in slightly with the force of what’s probably a kick, and James doesn’t have to strain to hear her footsteps disappearing down the landing.

He pecks Hugo on the forehead and moves him out of the way to cautiously open the door and peer out it – the coast is clear. He shoves Hugo lightly in the direction of their shared rooms, and Hugo creeps off, apparently to steal a jacket. James takes a deep breath and heads back to the living room. The steps creak eerily as he descends them, like they know how much he just sinned.

James doesn’t feel bad about the person he loves anymore, and he ignores them.

The living room is a mess – too many people are crammed into it, and there aren’t enough seats. The couches are pushed back against the walls and the fire is going in the hearth, and a Scrabble board is set up on the coffee table. Everyone is crowded around it, and James can see already that they’re not following the Muggles rules. For one, all the tiles are floating, and the whole board swivels instantly when it switches to Rose and Albus’ turn. James gravitates first to his brother, but Albus glances over his shoulder and says, “We’ve already got one more than everyone else – Lily’s on our team.”

Lily’s moping in the corner – James jumps as she suddenly hops up and darts past him, glaring heavily. James moves to sit with his grandparents, who warmly take him with an, “Oh good! We’re losing.”

Hugo’s parents, naturally, are winning. James suspects it’s entirely due to Aunt Hermione, who seems to make every play for the pair of them. When Hugo comes down the stairs he oddly chooses to sit with James’ parents instead, who happily take him with a laugh. He helps rearrange their tiles in midair while they wait for a turn. Albus and Rose play ‘druid’ off of ‘dentures.’ Then it’s Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron’s turn, and they (just Aunt Hermione) turn ‘cat’ into ‘catacombs.’ When it comes to James’ and his grandparents’ turn he has to try hard to concentrate, and not let his mind drift off to Hugo, who looks far too adorable in James’ black, faux-leather jacket. It’s much too large for Hugo, and drowns out his pale skin and small frame in the cutest way possible. Then Grandpa exclaims, loudly, and right next to his ear, “Aha! Telefone! Scrabble!”

He moves the pieces onto the board before James can correct, “Er, it’s not spelt like that, Grandpa...”

Grandpa says, “Oh,” and pulls the pieces off dejectedly.

Grandma gives him a scolding look, and James nudges her lightly in the side as he rearranges the tiles to spell ‘feline,’ missing an ‘i.’ There’s an ‘i’ within reach on the board, and it also earns them a triple word score. His grandparents both pat him on the shoulders excitedly, and James tells Hugo, “Your turn.”

Hugo thinks it over for a bit with James’ parents. Eventually they go, and then Rose, Albus, and a returned Lily go again, and so on and so on. By the end of the night James has sort of gotten into it, but he’s only mildly disappointed when they come in second place. Usually he’s a first-place kind of guy, but he accepts that he simply can’t win a word competition against Aunt Hermione. Her and Uncle Ron come in first place despite having the smallest team, and Albus, Rose, and Lily lose fairly graciously. As James helps grandpa round up all the floating tiles, Albus asks the parental grouping in general, “Hey, can I sleep in the girl’s room tonight?”

“Why would you want to do that?” their dad asks. James’ head instantly whips around – if Albus sleeps with the girls, than he and Hugo...

“We’re going to dye his hair,” Rose says calmly, despite her parent’s raised brows.

Albus adds excitedly, “They’re going to give me a green Mohawk! I’m gunna look so badass.”

“You’re gunna look like an idiot,” James can’t help but laugh. Albus glowers at him, and Hugo giggles in the background.

James’ dad looks at his mom, and he shrugs. Albus’ hair is sure to be a wreck in the morning, but the house is full of older, talented wizards and witches, who’ll surely be able to fix it.

Mostly because James is borderline salivating at the thought of sharing a room with Hugo, he says, “I think that’s an awesome idea – he snores anyway and kicks in his sleep.”

“I do not!” Albus denies loudly, even though he does.

Lily adds, “He can sleep in my bed – I’ll sleep with Rose.”

“And I can sleep alone!” James proudly proclaims, even though he isn’t at all intending to. But even great sex aside, he’ll swap his brother for his cousin anytime. Hugo’s the ideal bedmate: he’s quiet and he always cuddles up to James, and he never hogs the blankets like Albus does. James’ parents exchange more looks and then glance over to Uncle Ron in the corner – Aunt Hermione’s disappeared somewhere with Grandma.

Finally James’ dad shrugs, saying, “Alright.”

Albus chirps, “Awesome, thanks!” and abruptly takes off up the stairs. Lily and Rose follow behind, giggling and already discussing a wealth of products to try out on him. James follows up the stairs casually, purposely not looking over his shoulder. When he reaches his room Albus is already in it, gathering up his stuff. He passes Hugo on the way out, and Hugo sits down on the far bed innocuously. As soon as the door shuts behind Albus, James reaches over and taps the handle with his wand, locking it.

Hugo instantly grins and practically runs over, barreling into James’ arms. James falls back into the bed with a laugh, waving his wand over Hugo’s head to throw out a silencing charm. Another flick and the curtains slide closed – it’s already pitch black outside. A third flick and the ceiling light clicks off, the side table lamp coming on. Finished, James tosses his wand onto the table and wraps his arms tight around Hugo, breathing him in and sighing, “Finally.”

“I’ve been missing you all summer,” Hugo mumbles into his neck, straddling his waist and still wearing his jacket. James wraps his legs up around Hugo, too – he just wants to hold Hugo as tightly as possible. Hugo smells sort of earthy and faintly of lavender – he’s clearly been using the shampoo James sent him. James often sends him those sort of gifts, just so he can mark Hugo in one more way – have Hugo walk around smelling however James chooses. He cards a hand through Hugo’s soft hair, stroking it gently. After a moment of luxurious silence, Hugo continues, voice tellingly lower, “I hate that we have to sneak around like this.”

“I know,” James soothes, sliding Hugo higher up his body by the waist. This way he can get a proper kiss before grumbling, “It’s necessary, though.”

“It’s love,” Hugo mumbles strongly. He leans his forehead down against James, eyes fluttering closed and hands slipping around to splay atop James’ chest. “...If we love each other, shouldn’t that be all that matters...?”

James smiles sadly but stays quiet. Hugo’s too sweet for this world, sometimes, and it breaks James’ heart whenever he has to shatter that. He hates that he can’t have Hugo all the time – hates that he can’t be there to make Hugo happy when he’s sad, or pull him back up when he falls. James hates that Hugo has to suffer like this – has to carry around such a heavy secret. A part of him even hates himself, for staining something so pure. ...But then he sees the joy in Hugo’s eyes whenever they’re together, and he gets over that quickly.

He just says, “I love you,” because there isn’t really anything more to say. Hugo grins radiantly down at him, leaning in for another kiss.

It hasn’t been that long since the bathroom, but that doesn’t make James any less ready to go. He’s wanted Hugo since breakfast – wanted to make love to him properly: worship his perfect body and make him writhe with pleasure. As their tongues dance between their mouths, James pulls Hugo’s waist as firmly into him as possible, rolling them onto to their side. Hugo topples off with a squeak, but he lands safely next to James. James brushes his cheek and grabs his chin, resuming their kiss immediately. Hugo moves easily back into it, hands running all down James’ sides.

James parts their lips enough to murmur, “You’re so beautiful.” Hugo smiles so wide it crinkles his eyes, freckles alight with his blush. James means it, and he brushes his own jacket off Hugo’s shoulders without asking. The room isn’t cold enough for outer layers, anyway, and James fully intends to warm them both up.

Hugo helps wiggle his way out of the jacket, and he insists, “You’re so handsome,” as James tosses the jacket over the edge of the bed. “I mean it, James.” The sincerity in his eyes is overwhelming; James is as transfixed as always. “...You’re handsome, and you’re so popular, and you’re smart. You’re absolutely amazing on a broom and everybody loves you – I still can’t believe you’d pick me.”

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” James insists, without any reservation. “You’re funny and smart and fucking adorable, and you’re so much fun and you feel so right with me that I never want to let you go.”

Hugo giggles, “See, you’re even better at words than me.” He leans in for another kiss before James can protest, fiddling with the hem of James’ shirt. James shifts up onto his elbow, continuing the kiss for as long as he can, to peel his own shirt over his head. His bare skin prickles in the cold, but he wastes no time pulling off Hugo’s shirt, too. It gets stuck around his shoulders and Hugo has to weasel it off, while James gets impatient and moves onto his pants. When Hugo’s finally out of his shirt he doesn’t bother trying to help James – instead he moves to James’ fly. James pulls Hugo’s boxers and pants down his hips all at once, marveling at every new centimeter he reveals. Hugo’s cheeks are bright enough to clash with his hair, but there is no hesitation in his movements. James has to sit up to get his own pants and boxers off, until there’s a large, haphazard pile of clothes haloing the bed.

Hugo’s the first to climb back under the blankets. James follows, even though he’s sad to lose the opportunity to see everything. He’ll have to content himself with memories and all the other senses – the small lamp doesn’t reach under the blankets. Hugo cuddles right up to James, just like he always does, even when he was young, and he pulls the pillows so that they’re both sharing one. He beams up at James like James is his world, not knowing how true it is the other way around.

“You’re irresistible,” James breathes. He pecks Hugo’s forehead and then the bridge of his nose, and ten the tip of it and then his cheeks. Hugo giggles under the attention and presses his palms flat against James’ chest, rubbing slowly. When James feels Hugo’s hand over his heart it’s almost as though everything stops – the memory imprints in his mind like a slice of a Pensieve. He lifts Hugo’s chin and presses their lips together, his other hand sliding down Hugo’s body.

Hugo has the best body James has ever seen. He’s small and lithe, thin and slightly curved, and everything’s smooth and faultless. James traces the train of freckles around his shoulders, follows the arch of his spine, and runs down to the arc of his waist and hips. When James reaches Hugo’s ass, his other hand automatically runs down to meet it. He takes two big handfuls, squeezing Hugo’s cheeks hard enough to make Hugo pull away to gasp. James uses his grip to grind their bodies together, both of their cocks already excited. James can feel Hugo’s flush against him, trapped between their stomachs. He kneads Hugo’s ass and plays with it harshly, pulling them apart. Then he holds them back together, and then he rubs them in hard circles, making Hugo squirm and pant. Hugo ruts back into him and mewls erotically, wriggling between all the sensations. James makes sure Hugo is having fun from every side and every angle. He makes sure Hugo is lost in pleasure before he dips his index fingers down Hugo’s warm crevice, tracing down his crack.

Hugo slides his hands down James’ shoulders to grab onto his biceps, muttering huskily, “James, I want you inside me so bad...”

James shivers all over, kissing Hugo’s cheek and hissing in Parseltongue, “And I want to stuff you full of my big cock, little Hugo...” Hugo trembles and lets out a breathy moan – all he can recognize is his own name. James wants to try and teach Hugo Parseltongue someday – he wants them to have their own private language, at least around Hugo’s house or at Hogwarts. He slides his fingers down to Hugo’s tiny hole and gently rubs over the tight ring of muscles, puckered and firmly closed. He slowly pistons his fingertip against it while he purrs, “I want to tie you to the bed and twist you into all sorts of nasty positions. I want to fuck you every which way imaginable – I want to cover you in my seed and never let you go, ravish you senseless and keep you locked away in my room forever...”

Hugo’s cock twitches between them as he gasps and groans, writhing sensually in James’ hands. James recaptures Hugo’s lips just as he finally pushes the tip of his finger inside, making Hugo scream into his mouth. Hugo’s furrowed entrance doesn’t want to let James in; it squeezes at him hotly and tries to push him out. James doesn’t listen. He snakes his way in slowly further, very careful not to tear or hurt. He always keeps his nails as short and blunt as possible specifically for this purpose. Hugo whines at the sting that’s probably still there, but James tries to soothe him, steady and cautious. When he lets Hugo’s lips go, Hugo pleads softly, “J-James, please... please spit on me...” He means for lube, of course, but the words still make James impossibly stiff.

Saliva isn’t enough for Hugo. He’s too young, and he’s too tight, and even though it’s fucking hot to fuck him with just spit and precum, James doesn’t like to do it unless he has to. He reaches over to the side table with his free hand, not bothering to remove his finger from Hugo’s ass. He can’t quite reach, though, so he has to grab hold of Hugo and drag him an extra few centimeters closer. Hugo bites his lip and submissively goes where he’s taken, waiting for James to cuddle back into him.

Wand in hand, James knows he has several options. He could use a wetting spell, of course, just like he could stretch Hugo open with the easy flick of a simple spell. ...But he wants to draw it out more than that, so he summons the tube of lube he brought in his bag. It floats up into the air and floats over to the them; James tosses his wand aside and grabs the lube. It’s strawberry flavoured to match Hugo, and it’s Hugo’s favourite. James reaches behind him to dribble a little down his crack, slicking all around James’ finger. He pulls out just enough to let some in, diving back inside to rub the lube around. Hugo gasps at the invasion – it’s thick and cold.

James knows he should probably coat himself up, too, just in case. But things with Hugo are never that simple – James is always tempted to go another step. Before he can stop himself he’s tilting the tube forward between them, squeezing some out onto Hugo’s pouting, kiss-swollen lips. A particularly large glob topples out onto Hugo’s chin – Hugo winces, but doesn’t turn away. James closes the lid and tosses it over to the nightstand. His finger resumes gently bobbing in and out of Hugo’s ripe ass.

Hugo’s burning blue eyes don’t once leave James’ as he brings his fingers up to his lips. He slowly scoops off the rosy-clear solution, tongue darting out every so often to catch a tiny taste. James knows Hugo likes the taste or James wouldn’t have done that, and he knows Hugo doesn’t mind James getting his face dirty based on previous occasions. Hugo bites his rouged lips as his messy fingers trail down his body, tracing a sticky circle around one nipple. When he reaches the tangle of red curls just above his cock he moves to James, dripping fingers wrapping around James’ shaft. James moans instantly, pressing into the touch.

Hugo parts his lips and leans forward – wanting to close the distance, but leaving it up to James’ if that’s still alright. Of course it’s alright. James doesn’t care how messy Hugo is (especially when it’s his fault) and he kisses Hugo hungrily, tasting all the fruit-flavoured remains. It’s slick and oddly clumped together, but James doesn’t care. He grows impossibly harder in Hugo’s small hands, and tries to slip a second finger inside while Hugo’s distracted. Hugo still gasps into James’ mouth when it enters, although James hopes the lube takes away the burn. He stretches Hugo’s tight walls apart as gently as he can, and Hugo strokes him, coating his whole cock. Every touch makes him shiver – the lube is cold, but Hugo’s fingers are so, so warm. Hugo thumbs the head while he waits for James to stretch him properly. When he presses the tip of his finger into James’ slit it drives James absolutely wild.

It’s too much for how long this is taking, even though he knows he wants to do this right. As soon as James manages to get the third finger in he breathes, “How do you want to do this?”

Hugo is a panting mess, and he murmurs distractedly, wriggling back against James’ probing fingers, “Hm? Oh... oh... however you want...?”

Trying not to smirk, James licks a patch of lube off his chin, hissing, “I want to fuck you in every position known to man, and then some. ...Now help me choose which to do now...”

“Mmmm,” Hugo purrs wantonly in James’ grip, making it really hard to be coherent. After a minute he decides, squeezing James’ cock pleadingly, “Get on top of me and pound me into the mattress...” The words are barely out of his lips before James is rolling them over, attacking Hugo’s pale neck.

James hates that he has to pull his fingers out, but he needs his hands to part Hugo’s legs around him. Hugo’s breath hitches when his hole is left empty, a bit of lube trickling out and onto the sheets. James tries not to stare at it – he has other things to do, like make sure Hugo’s head is properly cushioned on the pillows and make sure his own dick is wet enough. Hugo did a good job, though. James shifts to line himself up with Hugo’s hole, and Hugo’s arms leave to run up James’ chest, tracing his Quidditch-toned muscles and getting more lube everywhere. When Hugo reaches James’ shoulder, he fists them in James’ hair, kneading through it and rasping, “Wanted this so bad...”

“Want you all the time,” James answers. He hates that he has to pull up a little, but he needs to make sure everything’s in place. Hugo’s ass looks absolutely delicious – the best fucking thing James has ever seen. He wants to take a picture and carry it around in his pocket. He wants more, and he decides to press Hugo’s legs all the way back along his pale body, bending them over James’ shoulders. Hugo lets himself be maneuvered, lids heavy and lips open, cheeks pink and irises almost entirely swallowed. He’s breathing heavy. James gets his cock in place and stops when he presses the head against Hugo’s tiny, furrowed hole. He looks up and growls, “Ready?”

“Been ready all summer,” Hugo whines like a whore. James can’t wait any longer – he presses hard into Hugo’s body, thrusting hard enough to pop inside. As soon as Hugo’s walls close around him James cries out, and Hugo gasps and arches. James digs his fingers into Hugo’s perfect hips and presses in more; deeper. He keeps going, going, pushing in – he can’t stop himself. He tries to go slow, he does, but he doesn’t stop until Hugo’s face scrunches in pain. James freezes immediately, chest heaving and body screaming to go.

Hugo opens his eyes to beg, “Oh! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” James just nods and keeps going.

Hugo has the most amazingly tight ass in the world, James is sure of it. Even with the lube, the burn is exquisite. It’s moist and hot and so, so snug around him, and once he’s halfway in it feels more like those spongy walls are trying to suck him in than push him out. It’s as if Hugo’s very being is hungry for James’ cock, and it sucks him in and traps him. It’s difficult to move, and it doesn’t really feel like he’ll be able to make it all the way. When he does, and it’s just impossible to go anymore, balls against Hugo’s ass and cock fully sheathed inside him, James throws back his head to groan. Hugo is tense and still, and his hands fall to fist in the sheets. James has to bend down to kiss him. They can’t be this far apart.

Hugo mewls as James shifts inside him, leaning down to flatten their bodies back together. He has Hugo bent in half, legs trapped between them and cock full against his stomach. James doesn’t touch it yet – he doesn’t want Hugo to come yet. James kisses all the sweat from Hugo’s brow, murmuring aimlessly, “I adore you.”

Hugo just nods. James shifts a bit, thighs brushing Hugo’s sides, and Hugo winces, face screwed up in a mix of pleasure and pain. After a few moments of James luxuriating in the sensations, remaining torturously still, Hugo looks heatedly up at James. Recognition flickers across his face; James is waiting for permission. Hugo bites his bottom lip and nods. He mumbles weakly, “S-so big...”

James tries not to smirk. He knows he’s well endowed, but he still wants to pass the credit, and he nuzzles into Hugo’s ear, whispering, “No, you’re just so tight...”

Then he begins to pull out, one glorious millimeter at a time. Hugo’s mouth opens wide, struggling for air. James grunts. He reaches one arm under Hugo’s waist and strokes Hugo’s hair with the other, trying to hold Hugo up for the right angle. When he gets all the way out to the head he slams brutally back inside – it’s too hot to be slow. Hugo screams rapturously, head lolling back and heels digging into James’ back. James wriggles around inside him and tries to be as much in as possible before pulling back out, thrusting into another spot. James knows it’s the right one.

Hugo writhes and cries, “James!” And Hugo reaches up to claw at his shoulders.

James tilts Hugo’s head so he can bite into Hugo’s frail neck – he wants to leave more marks. He pulls out and slams in as hard as he can, then again, and again, until his hips are moving of their own accord, pounding Hugo furiously into the bed. Hugo slides up with every thrust, pulled down with every release. He moans and whines loudly, fingers digging into James’ back. James bites and sucks at his throat, leaving new marks over magically-covered old ones. He trails them all up Hugo’s jaw, reaching his chin and still tasting strawberry. Hugo lunges into his lips suddenly. The kiss is everything. It’s wildly intense and ravenous. James snakes one hand between their bodies – he has to touch Hugo now.

Hugo bites James’ lip when James cups his crotch, calloused fingers encircling the base. James starts to pump Hugo in time with his thrusts, though it’s hard to keep up – he’s going so fast and so hard. The bed is creaking in protest, and obscene, wet slapping sounds fill the air. Whenever their lips part heavy breathing and ragged moans overpower the noise of skin-on-skin. James fucks Hugo hard enough to break the bed. A few more thrusts and he’s going hard enough to slam the bed into the wall on every thrust – Hugo’s a panting, sweating, writhing, moaning, hot-as-fucking-hell mess in James’ arms. James kisses Hugo with everything he has. Then his free hand finds one of Hugo’s, fingers slipping together.

James never knows how he lasts more than a second inside Hugo. When he feels a familiar pleasure pool in his stomach he wants to stop it – he wants to keep going. It crawls down his spine and his balls tighten – James pumps Hugo madly to match. A second later it’s too much – his orgasm rips through his veins with a wild roar, and he explodes inside Hugo, seeing stars and gripping Hugo’s hand tight enough to break it. He grinds his hips down hard into Hugo’s ass, pumping it all out and milking every last drop. He strokes Hugo again and again until Hugo is coming a moment later, ass tightening deliciously around James’ flagging cock. Hugo shrieks into James’ mouth as he does it. His release paints both their stomachs and the inside of James’ hand, and James squeezes it all out. He doesn’t stop until Hugo’s raw and spent, and then he collapses sideways in the mattress, not wanting to crush his smaller lover.

Hugo topples over with him, still intertwined. It takes him a minute to slip his legs off James’ shoulders, and another minute to let James pull out his cock. Hugo whimpers at the release. James simply has to take a minute to stare at his abused hole, stretched wide and dripping with translucent pink lube and white cum. It’s a sticky mess and it’s utterly beautiful, and James pats Hugo’s ass fondly, as Hugo stretches his legs out across the sheets.

For a moment, they’re both quiet. They’re both breathing very, very heavily, sweaty and sticky, still so close that the heat radiates between them like they’re trapped in a sauna. James isn’t even sure when he knocked the blankets off them – probably when he sat up. When his head clears enough for his coordination to work, he reaches down for the blanket, tugging it over them and up to their shoulders. Hugo shuffles closer to him, both of them sharing a pillow.

The light’s still on. James doesn’t really want to turn it off – he wants to see Hugo, all the time. He doesn’t want to sleep; he can’t guarantee he’ll dream of Hugo, even though he often does. Hugo mumbles cutely, cheeks still flushed and face wild, “That... was amazing.”

James grins and lifts a hand to brush through Hugo’s hair. “You’re amazing,” he insists. “I love you.” He says it too much, but never gets tired of saying it or hearing it.

Hugo purrs, “I love you, too.” James shifts over onto his back, still facing his little cousin, and Hugo curls up to James’s side, moving to rest his head on James’s shoulder. They’re both still sticky, but he doesn’t really care. He has all the right spells u-

“James!” Albus voice suddenly whisper-yells, completely shattering the dream. James’ head snaps around to face the door – the spell doesn’t work both ways. After a second, when Albus’ footsteps don’t ring away, James reaches over to click off the lamp. Albus hisses, “Nice try, I already saw your light on! I know you’re awake.”

James groans audibly and mutters loud enough for Albus to hear. “Go away – I’m sleeping.”

“I forgot my magazine.”

“So?”

“So, I wanna show the girls what I’m talking about, they’re doing it all wr-” James abruptly starts tuning Albus out, and uses the rest of his brother’s rant to figure out what to do. Both James and Hugo smell heavily of sex, they’re both naked, and they’re both in the same bed. James reaches for his wand and quickly takes care of the smell and the mess, and then he glances at Hugo, who’s looking up at him with wide, searching eyes. James makes a quick decision and grabs Hugo’s hair, trying to shove him under the blankets. Hugo takes the hint and hides underneath them, sticking as close to James as possible.
James doesn’t turn the lamp back on. He flicks his wand to unlock the door, hissing, “You better be quick – I’m trying to sleep.”

Albus mutters a distracted, “Sorry,” comes a few steps in, and promptly trips over something to fall on his face. James cringes at the loud thud – the last thing he needs is the whole family waking up and barging in. Albus struggles to his feet and whispers, “Turn the light on! I can’t see anything!”

“I can’t,” James lies, “Hugo’s sleeping.”

“It was on a minute ago,” Albus grumbles, but he feels around in the dark anyway. A few minutes later he must find what he’s looking for, because he just barely manages to stifle an excited, “Aha!”

Then he clambers back out of the room – James locks the door again behind him.

Hugo instantly bursts out from under the covers, gasping at the clear air. James pecks his cheek apologetically, pulling him out and helping him lie down again. Hugo mumbles, “That was close.”

“It’s just Al,” James says as soothingly as possible. It’d be bad if anyone found out, really. But sometimes he likes to think that his whole family wouldn’t completely hate him, wouldn’t entirely disown him, if he could just explain to them what it’s like. He knows what they have is wrong, but it doesn’t feel that way. Hugo settles back down against him, arms all around him.

Hugo mutters quietly, “What if they find us in the morning?”

“It’s locked,” James answers as firmly as he can manage. “...And if they break in we’ll say you had a nightmare, and it was too hot for clothes.”

Hugo sniffs and murmurs, “What if I have morning wood?”

James laughs and says, “You’ll tell them you dreamt of a hot girl, and as soon as they leave I’ll take care of you.”

It’s still dark, but James can practically feel Hugo’s smile – he knows it’s there. He knows Hugo’s content, whatever his worries are, and he knows that they’re both warm and satiated and happy. He doesn’t say ‘I love you’ again, because Hugo knows. Instead he snuggles into his cousin, breathing gently, “Good night, Hugo.”

Hugo sighs, “Good night, James.”

His voice is so full of devotion that James doesn’t quite know what to do. He holds Hugo tight to his chest, drifting off to the sound of his lover’s soft breathing.

Comments

[gracerene]

hot and sweet! :)