Twisted Misters
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bleedingangel84Title: Twisted Misters
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Prompt: Harry sees Teddy late at night coming home from a rock concert and now he can’t think straight.
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Harry/Teddy
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.
Rating: R
Warnings (Highlight to view):*Language, Sexual Suggestion, Age difference ,Angst*
Word Count/Art Medium: 499
Summary: It all started with those leather pants.
Author Notes: Title inspired by the band Twisted Sister. Slightly heavier than is typical for me, but I hope it’s okay. Posting of my HP Rare Cliche fic from last year. Finally.
“Teddy! For fuck’s sake, what are you wearing?!”
“They’re just leather trousers, Harry. I was at a rock concert, not one of Grandmother Andromeda’s quilting parties.”
“Yes, well, I’m bloody well surprised you got those things on. They look unbelievably tight. Can you breathe in them?”
“Yes, Harry. Quite well. You, on the other hand, look exceedingly flushed.”
“it’s just…some things should not be worn in public, yeah? I bet the girls were ogling your arse all night in those. They’re indecent.”
“How are they indecent, Harry? All my naughty bits are stowed away.”
“If you call being outlined in tight black leather stowed away. I’m surprised your nubs haven’t got squished.”
“Nubs? Harry, we’re both adults now. You can actually call things what they are, you know.”
“Right, well…yes. I suppose I should head back to bed now that I see you’re home safe. Don’t stay up too late, all right?"
“Harry, there’s no need to run away. I’m not going to bite. Not unless you ask me to, of course.”
“Teddy, stop this. Whatever you’re thinking…it’s not right. Your father was my parents’ best friend. It would be wrong.”
“Stop thinking, Harry. Just feel. I can tell you want me. Your cock certainly seems interested.”
“I’m a gay man and you’re a fit bloke. It’s a perfectly natural reaction especially with you in those painted on leather monstrosities. That doesn’t mean it’s right to act on my attraction to you.”
“’Painted on leather monstrosities?’ Whose dear, sainted old granny are you channeling now, Mr. Potter?”
“Enough of that, you. Get to bed before you force me to do something both of us might regret later.”
“Why do you think I wore these in the first place, Harry? I’ve been trying to get you to notice me for months, but you always look away when I catch you watching me. I was beginning to think I wasn’t wanted. I had to make you see me. Now you can’t deny it.”
“I call unfair tactics.”
“Harry, this isn’t Quidditch. You aren’t my father, and I want you."
“There’s only so much teasing a man can take, Ted. I’m only human.”
“I’ll never ask you to be anything else, Harry. But don’t pretend you don’t feel something for me when we both know that that isn’t true.”
“What do you want me to say, Ted?”
“Tell me you want me as much I want you. Stop pretending that things are just the same as they always were. Harry, you’re driving me mad, and I can’t take it anymore.”
Harry heard a frustrated growl emanating deep from within Teddy’s chest. The next thing he felt was the solid heat of Teddy’s mouth against his own.
He could only whimper as his mouth was taken and claimed. Whether it was a sound of defeat or gratification was beyond him, but at the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
He only hoped Teddy wouldn’t regret this in the morning.
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bleedingangel84Prompt: Harry sees Teddy late at night coming home from a rock concert and now he can’t think straight.
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Harry/Teddy
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.
Rating: R
Warnings (Highlight to view):*Language, Sexual Suggestion, Age difference ,Angst*
Word Count/Art Medium: 499
Summary: It all started with those leather pants.
Author Notes: Title inspired by the band Twisted Sister. Slightly heavier than is typical for me, but I hope it’s okay. Posting of my HP Rare Cliche fic from last year. Finally.
Twisted Mister
“Teddy! For fuck’s sake, what are you wearing?!”
“They’re just leather trousers, Harry. I was at a rock concert, not one of Grandmother Andromeda’s quilting parties.”
“Yes, well, I’m bloody well surprised you got those things on. They look unbelievably tight. Can you breathe in them?”
“Yes, Harry. Quite well. You, on the other hand, look exceedingly flushed.”
“it’s just…some things should not be worn in public, yeah? I bet the girls were ogling your arse all night in those. They’re indecent.”
“How are they indecent, Harry? All my naughty bits are stowed away.”
“If you call being outlined in tight black leather stowed away. I’m surprised your nubs haven’t got squished.”
“Nubs? Harry, we’re both adults now. You can actually call things what they are, you know.”
“Right, well…yes. I suppose I should head back to bed now that I see you’re home safe. Don’t stay up too late, all right?"
“Harry, there’s no need to run away. I’m not going to bite. Not unless you ask me to, of course.”
“Teddy, stop this. Whatever you’re thinking…it’s not right. Your father was my parents’ best friend. It would be wrong.”
“Stop thinking, Harry. Just feel. I can tell you want me. Your cock certainly seems interested.”
“I’m a gay man and you’re a fit bloke. It’s a perfectly natural reaction especially with you in those painted on leather monstrosities. That doesn’t mean it’s right to act on my attraction to you.”
“’Painted on leather monstrosities?’ Whose dear, sainted old granny are you channeling now, Mr. Potter?”
“Enough of that, you. Get to bed before you force me to do something both of us might regret later.”
“Why do you think I wore these in the first place, Harry? I’ve been trying to get you to notice me for months, but you always look away when I catch you watching me. I was beginning to think I wasn’t wanted. I had to make you see me. Now you can’t deny it.”
“I call unfair tactics.”
“Harry, this isn’t Quidditch. You aren’t my father, and I want you."
“There’s only so much teasing a man can take, Ted. I’m only human.”
“I’ll never ask you to be anything else, Harry. But don’t pretend you don’t feel something for me when we both know that that isn’t true.”
“What do you want me to say, Ted?”
“Tell me you want me as much I want you. Stop pretending that things are just the same as they always were. Harry, you’re driving me mad, and I can’t take it anymore.”
Harry heard a frustrated growl emanating deep from within Teddy’s chest. The next thing he felt was the solid heat of Teddy’s mouth against his own.
He could only whimper as his mouth was taken and claimed. Whether it was a sound of defeat or gratification was beyond him, but at the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
He only hoped Teddy wouldn’t regret this in the morning.
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on 2015-01-25 08:21 am (UTC)Go on, you're on the roll now, write till you drop! Well, no, no really, but until it still makes you feel good! :) You're doing well.
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on 2015-01-25 08:27 am (UTC)