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fic: On the other side of the mirror (Teddy/James, Al)
Title: On the other side of the mirror
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leashy_bebes
Prompt Number: 234 submitted bycorona_0304
Kink Showcased: Voyeurism
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): James/Teddy
Summary: Al wasn't expecting this, but he certainly isn't leaving once he sees.
Warnings/content notes: Anonymous exhibitionism/voyeurism, spanking, highlight for (spoilery?) more detailed explanation of the voyeurism set up: James and Teddy know they're being watched, but not who's watching them. Al, obviously, knows once he sees them, but he didn't know beforehand.
Word Count: ~4500
Author's Notes: This is, no kidding, the third fic I attempted for this prompt. In lieu of it being the thing I wanted it to be, I just decided to go all-out porn. Thank you toisisanubis for the beta.
A witch in a slinky midnight-blue dress leads Al into the observation suite. It always makes him smile to see the same familiar room, to remember coming here the first time, when it was just for a laugh. When he didn't realise that watching two strangers fuck would turn him on so hard and fast it'd leave his head spinning. He's lost count of the times he's returned in the years since that first night, sometimes alone and sometimes with company. Tonight, it is just for him.
The witch summons him a drink and takes him through the instructions for the spells to control the mirror that separates the observation from the exhibition room. Al smiles politely and nods in the right places even though he knows the movements and incantations by heart now.
He's sure there are other ways he could scratch this particular itch but the club works so nicely. Other stuff goes on here too, and Al sometimes partakes, but this set-up is just too neat. It's what he returns to again and again. There's a schedule for each side of the mirror and the voyeur gets to take their pick of couples and combos. Tonight Al is here to watch two men, and so far that's all he knows. The couple know they will be watched but not by whom. The anonymity, doubled in Al's case, adds to the thrill he gets.
At the moment, the window on Al's side of the room is opaque. Once the couple are ready, a green light will come on and Al will start the visual and maybe auditory observation spells, depending on how the mood takes him. Sometimes he likes it without the sound.
Al removes his coat and hangs it up, undoes the top button of his shirt. Once he's settled on the sofa, he sips at his drink and waits. When the light turns green, Al waits a few minutes, enjoying the tease. It lets his imagination spin out, because he never knows what it is he'll see, and the awareness that it could be anything prickles under his skin.
Once he's ready, he taps his wand at the visual controls and murmur's the spell.
It's strange. There isn't a dawning realisation, and Al can't even pinpoint the exact thoughts that go through his head. There's no room for thought because as soon as the glass clears he is shudderingly, blindingly aware that he's watching James and Teddy. They're kissing slowly, sideways on to the mirror. Teddy's hands look hard on James's hips and James's own are clinging to the material of Teddy's shirt.
It was always a possibility, Albus tells himself firmly. That you'd see someone you knew. It wasn't like he'd never seen a familiar face before, he reminds himself, as he has a brief internal debate over whether to just cut the spells and run right now. By the time he's decided not to, Teddy and James kiss has turned hot and heavy. James pulls away and glances over his shoulder at what, from their side at least, looks like a mirror. Al's wand hovers again over the button to cut the visual link but before he can, Teddy pulls James back around, and not gently either. Al finds himself casting the spell for audio instead, and the sound of James moaning and muttering into another heated kiss suddenly floods his ears.
It really was always a possibility, and James and Teddy must know that too. The club has plenty of safeguards, both magical and legal, to say that nobody can speak about club activities externally aside from a few safety related exceptions. No one will ever find out.
His mind made up, Al allows himself to really take in the details before him. It's not like he doesn't see them together all the time, but he's never seen them even kiss like this before. And he's going to see a lot more than this. Al's unsurprised by Teddy's apparent bossy streak, but completely blown away by the way James responds to it. He's so easy, moves where Teddy puts him, clings and whimpers and laughs when Teddy calls him a good boy.
Eventually Teddy sits on the edge of the bed and nudges James back a couple of steps. James's back is to the mirror, mostly obscuring Al's view. Al fidgets around a little for a better angle, and is surprised how hard he is already. This...is not something he has considered before, but it feels like the first time all over again, that slam of arousal, secrecy and security and private knowledge.
"Take your clothes off," Teddy says, and the swiftness with which James scrambles to obey makes Al bite down hard on his lip.
Al's pretty sure his brother was born without a functioning sense of shame, so his body isn't exactly unfamiliar, but it's different seeing him strip with purpose. There is a Gryffindor lion tattooed on his thigh – Mum would flip – and Al wants to laugh, it's such a cliché. It's also very, very James, so he doesn't. Instead he lets his eyes swoop up and down James's body. There are more scars than he was really expecting, but curse-breaking is dangerous work, and Al has long suspected that James doesn't tell the family half of what goes on, most likely in a bid to avoid Mum and Gran's shrieking.
James stands squarely in front of Teddy, feet slightly apart, his wrists crossed behind his back. The pose looks almost military but for the way it draws Al to the inevitable conclusion that his brother has a really good arse. That one thought sets him loose and he drinks in the sight of James's thighs, his broad shoulders, strong arms. Seeing him naked, exposed, seeing the strength of him, it makes the ease with which he bent to Teddy's will earlier even more alluring.
Teddy spreads his legs, pulls James to stand in between them, skims a hand up and down one of his hips. Then he lifts James's hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it. Al hears James's soft laugh but it's easy and familiar. Al is the only one flustered by that little flash of the foundations of their relationship. Of course. Why should they be worried about that?
Teddy still has his mouth pressed to the back of James's hand when he speaks next. "You're so beautiful," he says. And, "I want to hit you."
The words and the tone both jar around in Al's head for a moment, sounding dangerous, making him pause. James doesn't even blink. He gasps suddenly, swaying on his feet a little until Teddy's hands grip his thighs. "Yes, yes, yeah, Teddy, please."
Al's trousers are still buttoned and he gropes himself through the fabric, impossibly turned on by the mindless desire in James's voice. All it takes is one long blink and when he opens his eyes Teddy has his shirt off at last and James is spread over his lap, face down
"C'mon, c'mon," James chants, begging, his face turned away from the mirror. Teddy, though. He looks right at Al, so hard and so intense that Al worries for a second. Then he sets one hand on the back of James's neck and with the other delivers a ringing slap to James's arse. He keeps his hand in place, rubs at the reddened skin.
"Jesus, that stings!" James complains, and Al will never forget the way he jolted at the slap, the way his toes curled.
"You like it," Teddy says, not a question.
"Yeah. Yes, I – again? Please."
Teddy groans low in his throat and Al can't blame him at all. The hand on James's nape maintains a surprisingly gentle caress and Al switches between looking at that and fixating on the way Teddy's other hand is raining down a stream of smacks on James's arse. It's obvious that this is something they do often and Al can't help wondering how many times he's unknowingly talked to James when his arse was still burning, still red from Teddy's hands.
Al gives in and opens his trousers, trying to squeeze himself in times with the strikes falling on James's skin. Teddy keeps it varied though, unpredictable. Sometimes it's little more than a caress and James jolts just from the shock. Other times it's hard enough to makes Al's eyes widen and James bucks and sobs.
When Teddy finally stops James is draped over his lap, moaning and stretching, the rhythmic little twitches of his hips leaving Al in no doubt as to whether that turned James on as much as it did Teddy and Al. Teddy's fingers comb softly through James's hair and he bends forward over James's body, surrounding him for a moment, muttering something too soft for Al to hear.
After, Teddy makes James sit in his lap and kisses him while he hisses at the heat of his arse on Teddy's thighs. Al watches the way they move against each other, the way Teddy's hands carefully cup the hot swell of James's arse. James presses into the touch and moans, and Al wishes his angle was better. He wants to see James's face.
"This what you wanted?" Teddy asks.
So this was James's idea. Al likes that idea for some reason he can't quite put his finger on. Al likes to watch and James likes to be watched, and it is neater than almost anything else about their relationship. Teddy's hands move from James's arse to his back, stroking the whole length of his spine while James nods eagerly and says, "Yeah. Yeah, it's good," in a thick voice.
James looks over his shoulder at the mirror again, and this time Teddy lets him. James's eyes wander over the full size of the mirror and Al looks his fill. James's face isn't tear-stained like his tone made Al imagine it might be, but he's wide-eyed and maybe a little sluggish in his movements, flushed and halfway to stoned with lust. Al's hand pauses where it's stuffed into the front of his trousers, even slow touches almost too much when it feels like James's eyes are on him.
Teddy's gentle this time as he turns James around and nudges him into a kiss, this one slow and lingering.
"Why don't you suck my dick now?" Teddy requests, and Al and James whimper in tandem, which is just deeply weird until James drops to his knees and Al is well and truly distracted.
Obviously – obviously – Al hasn't spent any time thinking about their sex life before tonight. It existed in abstract, which was totally fine. In fact, when everyone was wailing about the two of them being 'practically brothers', Al didn't bat an eyelash. He's always known Teddy saw him and James differently. But he doesn't want to trip himself up working out whether he has more brotherly feelings for Teddy or for James, so Al just refocuses his attention on the fact that James can apparently give head like a porn star.
He's graceless in a way that takes practice because while he's choking and gasping around Teddy's cock, slickening the length with drool, his rhythm never falters. Al can't help picturing a younger James learning how to do this, wants to hear that soft gagging sound with a real edge of panic to it. Like he's reading Al's mind, or just like he knows what a viewer would want to see, Teddy grabs a handful of James's hair and holds him down for a few long seconds, grinding against his face.
Al's breath catches in his throat and he grips the edge of the cushions under him. Teddy lets James go back to controlling the pace, but only for a minute or so before he grabs James again and starts riding his mouth.
"Too slow," Teddy remarks.
James makes a sound around his mouthful that could just as easily be a plea for more or an apology. Teddy apparently takes it for the former because he pulls James away, makes him splutter. His fist in James's hair holds him in place, while with his other hand he slaps his cock against James's face a few times.
"Come on, sweetheart," Teddy says. "It's not just me wants to hear you beg for it."
"Oh god," James says. "Teddy, please. Please please. Fuck my mouth, let me taste it."
Teddy does, pulling James in again and holding him steady while he rolls his hips, fucking in and out of James's mouth. Al watches intently, and the strange part is not seeing James's eyes water, or his mouth stretched wide, not even seeing Teddy's dick. The strange part comes when he sees Teddy tuck James's hair behind his ears in an intimate little gesture and feeling like an intruder for the first time.
He thinks about leaving. Briefly.
Teddy pulls James off his dick and up into his lap, turning him on the way so James is facing the enchanted mirror. Al feels like his eyes are burning as he takes in every inch of his big brother, squirming in Teddy's lap, his cock red and straining, a flush spilling over his face and chest. His eyes are glassy with lust and he whines and whimpers when Teddy starts stroking him off.
"Teddy – god – "
"Come on, Jamie, let it go. Feels so good to fuck you when you're all loose and easy."
Al's breath catches in his throat, suddenly picturing that, James all languid and accommodating, spread across the bed while Teddy fucks him, unrelenting and all-consuming. Teddy's arm is firm around James's waist, holding them tightly together as he strokes at James's dick. The motion is fervent and practiced and Al realises that he now probably knows the fastest way to get James off. He can't resist copying it on himself, and it's good. Sure enough James arches in Teddy's hold not long later, fucks through his fist a few more times and comes with a yell.
Teddy keeps stroking him in a way that Al knows has to add up to raw sensation, pure over-stimulation. James doesn't complain at all though, just carries on shivering in Teddy's arms. He reaches one hand back to tangle in Teddy's hair and wriggles around until they can share an awkward, sloppy kiss. Al can see their tongues touching in the space between their mouths, feels overheated at the way they moan on each exhale, how completely into each other they are.
And they want it. They want this to be seen. Al sort of wants to step closer to the glass, secretly wants to press himself against it, but he doesn't want to miss a single second or lose a single angle of his vantage point. Good job too, as Teddy reaches up, tweaks one of James's nipples with fingers still dripping come. Al pinches his own nipple through his shirt and then in a flurry he pulls the shirt off altogether, scrapes his nails down his chest and stares like he's starving at the slow, soft kisses his brother is trading with their god-brother.
Teddy and James twist in an easy, practiced motion until James is under Teddy on the bed, thighs spread around Teddy's hips. They kiss for a long time like that and Al palms his cock more slowly, the sight affecting him in a different way than usual. There's such familiarity in their actions, such an ease to the way they touch each other. When he's been in this room before, Al has never really thought about the relationship between the people he's watched. But with the knowledge he already has of James and Teddy, it's kind of fascinating.
Teddy says something too quiet for Al to hear and James laughs hugely, head tipped back, beaming and bright and so familiar. This is so good. Al's already wondering if he'll ever come back here, if anything will ever compare to this, to the sights and sounds of James getting out of his head on pleasure. It's just – overwhelming, and he loves both of them, loves the fact that their love means it can be this way between them. That Teddy can be so aggressive with James, pin him and spank him and use him, and then kiss him as sweetly as this. It's the hottest thing Al's ever seen, and he doubts that porn will ever do it for him again, not now that he has seen James, flushed and desperate, coming to order so that Teddy gets the warm, pliant body he wants to fuck.
"God, Jamie," Teddy groans and that name, that fucking childhood nickname, god it kills Al. He rolls his hips along James's body and says, "I can't – I need to fuck you."
Even though Al can only see the side of James's face he knows the exact smile he's wearing, huge and charming and honest as he says, "Anytime, anywhere, you know that."
"Yeah," Teddy says and his hand curls around James's jaw. The next kiss is sharp-edged as he tells James, "I want you all the time."
"Let me turn over," James asks, except it sounds more like begging.
Teddy scrambles back onto his knees, stroking his cock as he watches James get onto his hands and knees. Al is momentarily distracted because Teddy is...not small. And he's looking down at James with all this raw, naked hunger, like he'll die if he doesn't get to fuck James. Al doesn't think anyone would look different in his place.
James braces on stiff arms at first and Al admires the clean line of his back, the obvious strength of his shoulders. Teddy leans into him though, presses at James's arms and guides him down onto his elbows instead. That's even better. Like this, Al can see the flush from the spanking still lightly colouring James's arse as he – god, just presents himself to Teddy and waits to be taken.
Earlier Teddy had seemed intent on keeping James's eyes on him, off the mirror. Now though, his grip is ungentle as he turns James's face towards the mirror. It could be to remind him there is someone watching, but it could equally be to make James watch himself, see the glazed look on his face that Al is so enjoying.
Al can't take his eyes off the satisfied but eager look on James's face, his heavy lids and full, bitten-red lips. James has always tended towards pouty, even though it doesn't suit his personality at all, but this is positively obscene. Cock-sucking lips is no longer just a joke. James's mouth looks almost bruised, not helped by the way he keeps sucking his bottom lip into his mouth in response to whatever Teddy's doing.
Al takes a glance to check, and almost chokes on thin air. Again, it's not about Teddy, it's all about James and the easy spread of his legs, the way he's accepted two – maybe three, it's hard to tell – fingers into his arse. Teddy's fucking him with them, not rough exactly, but...unstoppable. Purposeful.
He goes back to looking at James's face. Occasionally his eyes drift closed but mostly he keeps them on the mirror, lazily taking in the details. Al feels much more frantic than James looks, can't quite manage to take his hand off his dick for more than a second at a time. But it's not urgent, not yet, just constant. He wants to see everything.
The bed shifts, and James along with it. Al glances across to see Teddy getting into place behind James, tugging his hips up a little higher. Al's expecting Teddy to tease, maybe – hopefully – make James ask for it again. Instead, he just slides his dick into James like it's the easiest thing in the world. Smooth, steady, and James's only real response is a long, measured exhale. It's dizzying, how they fit together, how well their bodies must know each other.
"Christ," Teddy says, ruining it a bit. "It's like coming home."
James lets out an undignified snort of laughter and cranes his neck to try and give Teddy a look. Al can't disagree – that was a terrible line.
They both sober up fast though, when Teddy's grip tightens on James's hips and he says, "I should have fucked you the first time you came begging for it."
Al bites down on his fist. Even if he screamed they wouldn't hear him, but still. It'd be too much to actually hear himself getting off on the thoughts in his head right now. He's always thought it must have started the summer before James turned seventeen, but now he's wondering when James started asking, how long Teddy held out.
"Yeah you should," James says. "You know I'd have let you."
"'course you would," Teddy says.
"Make it up to me now?"
It's Teddy's turn to laugh and his grip on James's hips fleetingly turns into a caress. Al has to smile too. Maybe that's why they love each other. Nobody else would put up with those sorts of lines. Teddy doesn't waste any more time, just starts fucking James, fast and demanding right from the first thrust. James comes even further apart under the onslaught, breathy encouragements slipping out.
"Yeah, Jamie. You take it so well. Knew you would, from the first time I got my fingers in you and you came all over yourself straight away."
Al groans and has to squeeze his balls sharply to avoid missing anything while he comes. He's aware that Teddy could be playing it up for their anonymous audience, but he prefers to think that this is how it always is, that Teddy always says things that make James squirm through his fucking, his arousal edged with embarrassment in a way that just spikes Al's own higher.
It's almost too much and Al concedes to closing his eyes for a few seconds and keeping his hands off his dick for several more. Even with his eyes closed, he can hear them. He's not sure when James started moaning exactly, but every breath is edged with it now. When Al looks again he sees that James has one hand fisted in the pillow and the other dug into his own hair. He pulls, like he's desperately trying to get control of himself. Teddy's having none of it though, just slams all the way into James and grinds against him. He also swats the side of James's hip with his fingertips, hard enough to leave a red mark that has James bucking under him and spitting curses.
Teddy cuts another glance over at the mirror, a 'look what I've got' expression on his face. It's one thing to know they're together, to see the doe eyes James sends Teddy's way, and the brilliance of the smiles he gets in return. It's quite another to see them like this. Well. No. Al likes Teddy, and he's not blind. Teddy is attractive. But Al is honest enough with himself to admit what it is about this scenario that has him so hot: James.
Or more precisely, James carefully and systematically taken apart. James out of control and begging for it.
The thing is... The thing is, people have a lot of preconceived notions about what it is to be Harry Potter's son. Especially to be the one who looks like him. Al had worried about it once upon a time, too. The combination of his names and his father's deeds had felt like a lot to live up to. Except Al realised quickly that people didn't really expect any of them to live up to anything. Dad did what he did, and as a consequence, no one is surprised if his kids are successful, or gifted, or casually brilliant, but they don't expect it either.
Al has always found it much, much more of a challenge to be James Potter's brother than to be Harry Potter's son. Even when they were kids, James had always been funny and smart and outgoing enough to hold his own in adult conversation in a way Al never could. Then he came back from his first year at Hogwarts an inch taller and completely unrecognisable. One way or another, Al can't help feeling that he's been playing a futile game of catch-up ever since.
But Al's never...he's never hated his brother. James is hard to hate. Just sometimes, Al wishes James didn't always get his way so easily. Everything he wants seems to fall into his lap, so it's just – mindblowing, to see him being somebody's, instead of holding the world in the palm of his hand. Right now, James has both his hands clenched in the sheets above his head, even though Teddy's nowhere near them. He's not even trying to get himself off, and that thought rushes through Al like a hit of something only semi-legal. It makes his own arousal that much more urgent and he starts stroking himself again in earnest as James shoves back against Teddy as much as he can, fingers clawing at the sheets.
"You like that, don't you?" Teddy asks, something dangerous and glittering in his voice.
The fingers of Al's free hand digs bruises into his thigh as Teddy slams into James a few more times, taking him roughly, leaving him breathless, shaking apart his reply.
"Yeah, Teddy, more," James manages.
"Never would have thought you were a virgin when I first got my hands on you. You just love it, don't you? Everything I do to you, you love it."
"Yeah, yeah, yes, more," James says, a desperate little chant that electrifies Al's blood. He grinds the heel of his hand into his dick as Teddy draws out slow, teasing James until he begs. It doesn't take much.
After that, Al just grits his teeth and palms his dick and listens to James's shouts getting louder and louder, watches the bed jolt, drinks in every detail because surely they can't go on long like this. Sure enough Teddy's thrusts lose their brutal rhythm, start to stutter and fray and his body curves forward around James's, and he chokes out words Al can't make out.
Surprisingly quickly, Teddy pulls out and turns James over and they kiss and kiss and kiss. Teddy's fingers drag through the smeared come on James's stomach, and Al finally brings himself off, sort of listening to their heavy breathing and soft words, but mostly remembering the way James was so open, so easy for everything Teddy did to him, just...ruined, taken apart by pleasure.
He watches for a few moments more as James brushes his knuckles over Teddy's cheek, as Teddy kisses James's eyelids, as they settle into obviously familiar positions. Then Al ends the visual observation spell and leans back into the sofa with a big, whooshing exhale. He is sure that at some point soon, he will have a lot of thoughts about tonight, but for now all he's really thinking is this:
How secure would his protection spells need to be before he could justify to himself keeping a pensieve memory of this? Tonight has been something Al might never get tired of watching.
Author:
leashy_bebesPrompt Number: 234 submitted by
corona_0304Kink Showcased: Voyeurism
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): James/Teddy
Summary: Al wasn't expecting this, but he certainly isn't leaving once he sees.
Warnings/content notes: Anonymous exhibitionism/voyeurism, spanking, highlight for (spoilery?) more detailed explanation of the voyeurism set up: James and Teddy know they're being watched, but not who's watching them. Al, obviously, knows once he sees them, but he didn't know beforehand.
Word Count: ~4500
Author's Notes: This is, no kidding, the third fic I attempted for this prompt. In lieu of it being the thing I wanted it to be, I just decided to go all-out porn. Thank you to
isisanubis for the beta.A witch in a slinky midnight-blue dress leads Al into the observation suite. It always makes him smile to see the same familiar room, to remember coming here the first time, when it was just for a laugh. When he didn't realise that watching two strangers fuck would turn him on so hard and fast it'd leave his head spinning. He's lost count of the times he's returned in the years since that first night, sometimes alone and sometimes with company. Tonight, it is just for him.
The witch summons him a drink and takes him through the instructions for the spells to control the mirror that separates the observation from the exhibition room. Al smiles politely and nods in the right places even though he knows the movements and incantations by heart now.
He's sure there are other ways he could scratch this particular itch but the club works so nicely. Other stuff goes on here too, and Al sometimes partakes, but this set-up is just too neat. It's what he returns to again and again. There's a schedule for each side of the mirror and the voyeur gets to take their pick of couples and combos. Tonight Al is here to watch two men, and so far that's all he knows. The couple know they will be watched but not by whom. The anonymity, doubled in Al's case, adds to the thrill he gets.
At the moment, the window on Al's side of the room is opaque. Once the couple are ready, a green light will come on and Al will start the visual and maybe auditory observation spells, depending on how the mood takes him. Sometimes he likes it without the sound.
Al removes his coat and hangs it up, undoes the top button of his shirt. Once he's settled on the sofa, he sips at his drink and waits. When the light turns green, Al waits a few minutes, enjoying the tease. It lets his imagination spin out, because he never knows what it is he'll see, and the awareness that it could be anything prickles under his skin.
Once he's ready, he taps his wand at the visual controls and murmur's the spell.
It's strange. There isn't a dawning realisation, and Al can't even pinpoint the exact thoughts that go through his head. There's no room for thought because as soon as the glass clears he is shudderingly, blindingly aware that he's watching James and Teddy. They're kissing slowly, sideways on to the mirror. Teddy's hands look hard on James's hips and James's own are clinging to the material of Teddy's shirt.
It was always a possibility, Albus tells himself firmly. That you'd see someone you knew. It wasn't like he'd never seen a familiar face before, he reminds himself, as he has a brief internal debate over whether to just cut the spells and run right now. By the time he's decided not to, Teddy and James kiss has turned hot and heavy. James pulls away and glances over his shoulder at what, from their side at least, looks like a mirror. Al's wand hovers again over the button to cut the visual link but before he can, Teddy pulls James back around, and not gently either. Al finds himself casting the spell for audio instead, and the sound of James moaning and muttering into another heated kiss suddenly floods his ears.
It really was always a possibility, and James and Teddy must know that too. The club has plenty of safeguards, both magical and legal, to say that nobody can speak about club activities externally aside from a few safety related exceptions. No one will ever find out.
His mind made up, Al allows himself to really take in the details before him. It's not like he doesn't see them together all the time, but he's never seen them even kiss like this before. And he's going to see a lot more than this. Al's unsurprised by Teddy's apparent bossy streak, but completely blown away by the way James responds to it. He's so easy, moves where Teddy puts him, clings and whimpers and laughs when Teddy calls him a good boy.
Eventually Teddy sits on the edge of the bed and nudges James back a couple of steps. James's back is to the mirror, mostly obscuring Al's view. Al fidgets around a little for a better angle, and is surprised how hard he is already. This...is not something he has considered before, but it feels like the first time all over again, that slam of arousal, secrecy and security and private knowledge.
"Take your clothes off," Teddy says, and the swiftness with which James scrambles to obey makes Al bite down hard on his lip.
Al's pretty sure his brother was born without a functioning sense of shame, so his body isn't exactly unfamiliar, but it's different seeing him strip with purpose. There is a Gryffindor lion tattooed on his thigh – Mum would flip – and Al wants to laugh, it's such a cliché. It's also very, very James, so he doesn't. Instead he lets his eyes swoop up and down James's body. There are more scars than he was really expecting, but curse-breaking is dangerous work, and Al has long suspected that James doesn't tell the family half of what goes on, most likely in a bid to avoid Mum and Gran's shrieking.
James stands squarely in front of Teddy, feet slightly apart, his wrists crossed behind his back. The pose looks almost military but for the way it draws Al to the inevitable conclusion that his brother has a really good arse. That one thought sets him loose and he drinks in the sight of James's thighs, his broad shoulders, strong arms. Seeing him naked, exposed, seeing the strength of him, it makes the ease with which he bent to Teddy's will earlier even more alluring.
Teddy spreads his legs, pulls James to stand in between them, skims a hand up and down one of his hips. Then he lifts James's hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it. Al hears James's soft laugh but it's easy and familiar. Al is the only one flustered by that little flash of the foundations of their relationship. Of course. Why should they be worried about that?
Teddy still has his mouth pressed to the back of James's hand when he speaks next. "You're so beautiful," he says. And, "I want to hit you."
The words and the tone both jar around in Al's head for a moment, sounding dangerous, making him pause. James doesn't even blink. He gasps suddenly, swaying on his feet a little until Teddy's hands grip his thighs. "Yes, yes, yeah, Teddy, please."
Al's trousers are still buttoned and he gropes himself through the fabric, impossibly turned on by the mindless desire in James's voice. All it takes is one long blink and when he opens his eyes Teddy has his shirt off at last and James is spread over his lap, face down
"C'mon, c'mon," James chants, begging, his face turned away from the mirror. Teddy, though. He looks right at Al, so hard and so intense that Al worries for a second. Then he sets one hand on the back of James's neck and with the other delivers a ringing slap to James's arse. He keeps his hand in place, rubs at the reddened skin.
"Jesus, that stings!" James complains, and Al will never forget the way he jolted at the slap, the way his toes curled.
"You like it," Teddy says, not a question.
"Yeah. Yes, I – again? Please."
Teddy groans low in his throat and Al can't blame him at all. The hand on James's nape maintains a surprisingly gentle caress and Al switches between looking at that and fixating on the way Teddy's other hand is raining down a stream of smacks on James's arse. It's obvious that this is something they do often and Al can't help wondering how many times he's unknowingly talked to James when his arse was still burning, still red from Teddy's hands.
Al gives in and opens his trousers, trying to squeeze himself in times with the strikes falling on James's skin. Teddy keeps it varied though, unpredictable. Sometimes it's little more than a caress and James jolts just from the shock. Other times it's hard enough to makes Al's eyes widen and James bucks and sobs.
When Teddy finally stops James is draped over his lap, moaning and stretching, the rhythmic little twitches of his hips leaving Al in no doubt as to whether that turned James on as much as it did Teddy and Al. Teddy's fingers comb softly through James's hair and he bends forward over James's body, surrounding him for a moment, muttering something too soft for Al to hear.
After, Teddy makes James sit in his lap and kisses him while he hisses at the heat of his arse on Teddy's thighs. Al watches the way they move against each other, the way Teddy's hands carefully cup the hot swell of James's arse. James presses into the touch and moans, and Al wishes his angle was better. He wants to see James's face.
"This what you wanted?" Teddy asks.
So this was James's idea. Al likes that idea for some reason he can't quite put his finger on. Al likes to watch and James likes to be watched, and it is neater than almost anything else about their relationship. Teddy's hands move from James's arse to his back, stroking the whole length of his spine while James nods eagerly and says, "Yeah. Yeah, it's good," in a thick voice.
James looks over his shoulder at the mirror again, and this time Teddy lets him. James's eyes wander over the full size of the mirror and Al looks his fill. James's face isn't tear-stained like his tone made Al imagine it might be, but he's wide-eyed and maybe a little sluggish in his movements, flushed and halfway to stoned with lust. Al's hand pauses where it's stuffed into the front of his trousers, even slow touches almost too much when it feels like James's eyes are on him.
Teddy's gentle this time as he turns James around and nudges him into a kiss, this one slow and lingering.
"Why don't you suck my dick now?" Teddy requests, and Al and James whimper in tandem, which is just deeply weird until James drops to his knees and Al is well and truly distracted.
Obviously – obviously – Al hasn't spent any time thinking about their sex life before tonight. It existed in abstract, which was totally fine. In fact, when everyone was wailing about the two of them being 'practically brothers', Al didn't bat an eyelash. He's always known Teddy saw him and James differently. But he doesn't want to trip himself up working out whether he has more brotherly feelings for Teddy or for James, so Al just refocuses his attention on the fact that James can apparently give head like a porn star.
He's graceless in a way that takes practice because while he's choking and gasping around Teddy's cock, slickening the length with drool, his rhythm never falters. Al can't help picturing a younger James learning how to do this, wants to hear that soft gagging sound with a real edge of panic to it. Like he's reading Al's mind, or just like he knows what a viewer would want to see, Teddy grabs a handful of James's hair and holds him down for a few long seconds, grinding against his face.
Al's breath catches in his throat and he grips the edge of the cushions under him. Teddy lets James go back to controlling the pace, but only for a minute or so before he grabs James again and starts riding his mouth.
"Too slow," Teddy remarks.
James makes a sound around his mouthful that could just as easily be a plea for more or an apology. Teddy apparently takes it for the former because he pulls James away, makes him splutter. His fist in James's hair holds him in place, while with his other hand he slaps his cock against James's face a few times.
"Come on, sweetheart," Teddy says. "It's not just me wants to hear you beg for it."
"Oh god," James says. "Teddy, please. Please please. Fuck my mouth, let me taste it."
Teddy does, pulling James in again and holding him steady while he rolls his hips, fucking in and out of James's mouth. Al watches intently, and the strange part is not seeing James's eyes water, or his mouth stretched wide, not even seeing Teddy's dick. The strange part comes when he sees Teddy tuck James's hair behind his ears in an intimate little gesture and feeling like an intruder for the first time.
He thinks about leaving. Briefly.
Teddy pulls James off his dick and up into his lap, turning him on the way so James is facing the enchanted mirror. Al feels like his eyes are burning as he takes in every inch of his big brother, squirming in Teddy's lap, his cock red and straining, a flush spilling over his face and chest. His eyes are glassy with lust and he whines and whimpers when Teddy starts stroking him off.
"Teddy – god – "
"Come on, Jamie, let it go. Feels so good to fuck you when you're all loose and easy."
Al's breath catches in his throat, suddenly picturing that, James all languid and accommodating, spread across the bed while Teddy fucks him, unrelenting and all-consuming. Teddy's arm is firm around James's waist, holding them tightly together as he strokes at James's dick. The motion is fervent and practiced and Al realises that he now probably knows the fastest way to get James off. He can't resist copying it on himself, and it's good. Sure enough James arches in Teddy's hold not long later, fucks through his fist a few more times and comes with a yell.
Teddy keeps stroking him in a way that Al knows has to add up to raw sensation, pure over-stimulation. James doesn't complain at all though, just carries on shivering in Teddy's arms. He reaches one hand back to tangle in Teddy's hair and wriggles around until they can share an awkward, sloppy kiss. Al can see their tongues touching in the space between their mouths, feels overheated at the way they moan on each exhale, how completely into each other they are.
And they want it. They want this to be seen. Al sort of wants to step closer to the glass, secretly wants to press himself against it, but he doesn't want to miss a single second or lose a single angle of his vantage point. Good job too, as Teddy reaches up, tweaks one of James's nipples with fingers still dripping come. Al pinches his own nipple through his shirt and then in a flurry he pulls the shirt off altogether, scrapes his nails down his chest and stares like he's starving at the slow, soft kisses his brother is trading with their god-brother.
Teddy and James twist in an easy, practiced motion until James is under Teddy on the bed, thighs spread around Teddy's hips. They kiss for a long time like that and Al palms his cock more slowly, the sight affecting him in a different way than usual. There's such familiarity in their actions, such an ease to the way they touch each other. When he's been in this room before, Al has never really thought about the relationship between the people he's watched. But with the knowledge he already has of James and Teddy, it's kind of fascinating.
Teddy says something too quiet for Al to hear and James laughs hugely, head tipped back, beaming and bright and so familiar. This is so good. Al's already wondering if he'll ever come back here, if anything will ever compare to this, to the sights and sounds of James getting out of his head on pleasure. It's just – overwhelming, and he loves both of them, loves the fact that their love means it can be this way between them. That Teddy can be so aggressive with James, pin him and spank him and use him, and then kiss him as sweetly as this. It's the hottest thing Al's ever seen, and he doubts that porn will ever do it for him again, not now that he has seen James, flushed and desperate, coming to order so that Teddy gets the warm, pliant body he wants to fuck.
"God, Jamie," Teddy groans and that name, that fucking childhood nickname, god it kills Al. He rolls his hips along James's body and says, "I can't – I need to fuck you."
Even though Al can only see the side of James's face he knows the exact smile he's wearing, huge and charming and honest as he says, "Anytime, anywhere, you know that."
"Yeah," Teddy says and his hand curls around James's jaw. The next kiss is sharp-edged as he tells James, "I want you all the time."
"Let me turn over," James asks, except it sounds more like begging.
Teddy scrambles back onto his knees, stroking his cock as he watches James get onto his hands and knees. Al is momentarily distracted because Teddy is...not small. And he's looking down at James with all this raw, naked hunger, like he'll die if he doesn't get to fuck James. Al doesn't think anyone would look different in his place.
James braces on stiff arms at first and Al admires the clean line of his back, the obvious strength of his shoulders. Teddy leans into him though, presses at James's arms and guides him down onto his elbows instead. That's even better. Like this, Al can see the flush from the spanking still lightly colouring James's arse as he – god, just presents himself to Teddy and waits to be taken.
Earlier Teddy had seemed intent on keeping James's eyes on him, off the mirror. Now though, his grip is ungentle as he turns James's face towards the mirror. It could be to remind him there is someone watching, but it could equally be to make James watch himself, see the glazed look on his face that Al is so enjoying.
Al can't take his eyes off the satisfied but eager look on James's face, his heavy lids and full, bitten-red lips. James has always tended towards pouty, even though it doesn't suit his personality at all, but this is positively obscene. Cock-sucking lips is no longer just a joke. James's mouth looks almost bruised, not helped by the way he keeps sucking his bottom lip into his mouth in response to whatever Teddy's doing.
Al takes a glance to check, and almost chokes on thin air. Again, it's not about Teddy, it's all about James and the easy spread of his legs, the way he's accepted two – maybe three, it's hard to tell – fingers into his arse. Teddy's fucking him with them, not rough exactly, but...unstoppable. Purposeful.
He goes back to looking at James's face. Occasionally his eyes drift closed but mostly he keeps them on the mirror, lazily taking in the details. Al feels much more frantic than James looks, can't quite manage to take his hand off his dick for more than a second at a time. But it's not urgent, not yet, just constant. He wants to see everything.
The bed shifts, and James along with it. Al glances across to see Teddy getting into place behind James, tugging his hips up a little higher. Al's expecting Teddy to tease, maybe – hopefully – make James ask for it again. Instead, he just slides his dick into James like it's the easiest thing in the world. Smooth, steady, and James's only real response is a long, measured exhale. It's dizzying, how they fit together, how well their bodies must know each other.
"Christ," Teddy says, ruining it a bit. "It's like coming home."
James lets out an undignified snort of laughter and cranes his neck to try and give Teddy a look. Al can't disagree – that was a terrible line.
They both sober up fast though, when Teddy's grip tightens on James's hips and he says, "I should have fucked you the first time you came begging for it."
Al bites down on his fist. Even if he screamed they wouldn't hear him, but still. It'd be too much to actually hear himself getting off on the thoughts in his head right now. He's always thought it must have started the summer before James turned seventeen, but now he's wondering when James started asking, how long Teddy held out.
"Yeah you should," James says. "You know I'd have let you."
"'course you would," Teddy says.
"Make it up to me now?"
It's Teddy's turn to laugh and his grip on James's hips fleetingly turns into a caress. Al has to smile too. Maybe that's why they love each other. Nobody else would put up with those sorts of lines. Teddy doesn't waste any more time, just starts fucking James, fast and demanding right from the first thrust. James comes even further apart under the onslaught, breathy encouragements slipping out.
"Yeah, Jamie. You take it so well. Knew you would, from the first time I got my fingers in you and you came all over yourself straight away."
Al groans and has to squeeze his balls sharply to avoid missing anything while he comes. He's aware that Teddy could be playing it up for their anonymous audience, but he prefers to think that this is how it always is, that Teddy always says things that make James squirm through his fucking, his arousal edged with embarrassment in a way that just spikes Al's own higher.
It's almost too much and Al concedes to closing his eyes for a few seconds and keeping his hands off his dick for several more. Even with his eyes closed, he can hear them. He's not sure when James started moaning exactly, but every breath is edged with it now. When Al looks again he sees that James has one hand fisted in the pillow and the other dug into his own hair. He pulls, like he's desperately trying to get control of himself. Teddy's having none of it though, just slams all the way into James and grinds against him. He also swats the side of James's hip with his fingertips, hard enough to leave a red mark that has James bucking under him and spitting curses.
Teddy cuts another glance over at the mirror, a 'look what I've got' expression on his face. It's one thing to know they're together, to see the doe eyes James sends Teddy's way, and the brilliance of the smiles he gets in return. It's quite another to see them like this. Well. No. Al likes Teddy, and he's not blind. Teddy is attractive. But Al is honest enough with himself to admit what it is about this scenario that has him so hot: James.
Or more precisely, James carefully and systematically taken apart. James out of control and begging for it.
The thing is... The thing is, people have a lot of preconceived notions about what it is to be Harry Potter's son. Especially to be the one who looks like him. Al had worried about it once upon a time, too. The combination of his names and his father's deeds had felt like a lot to live up to. Except Al realised quickly that people didn't really expect any of them to live up to anything. Dad did what he did, and as a consequence, no one is surprised if his kids are successful, or gifted, or casually brilliant, but they don't expect it either.
Al has always found it much, much more of a challenge to be James Potter's brother than to be Harry Potter's son. Even when they were kids, James had always been funny and smart and outgoing enough to hold his own in adult conversation in a way Al never could. Then he came back from his first year at Hogwarts an inch taller and completely unrecognisable. One way or another, Al can't help feeling that he's been playing a futile game of catch-up ever since.
But Al's never...he's never hated his brother. James is hard to hate. Just sometimes, Al wishes James didn't always get his way so easily. Everything he wants seems to fall into his lap, so it's just – mindblowing, to see him being somebody's, instead of holding the world in the palm of his hand. Right now, James has both his hands clenched in the sheets above his head, even though Teddy's nowhere near them. He's not even trying to get himself off, and that thought rushes through Al like a hit of something only semi-legal. It makes his own arousal that much more urgent and he starts stroking himself again in earnest as James shoves back against Teddy as much as he can, fingers clawing at the sheets.
"You like that, don't you?" Teddy asks, something dangerous and glittering in his voice.
The fingers of Al's free hand digs bruises into his thigh as Teddy slams into James a few more times, taking him roughly, leaving him breathless, shaking apart his reply.
"Yeah, Teddy, more," James manages.
"Never would have thought you were a virgin when I first got my hands on you. You just love it, don't you? Everything I do to you, you love it."
"Yeah, yeah, yes, more," James says, a desperate little chant that electrifies Al's blood. He grinds the heel of his hand into his dick as Teddy draws out slow, teasing James until he begs. It doesn't take much.
After that, Al just grits his teeth and palms his dick and listens to James's shouts getting louder and louder, watches the bed jolt, drinks in every detail because surely they can't go on long like this. Sure enough Teddy's thrusts lose their brutal rhythm, start to stutter and fray and his body curves forward around James's, and he chokes out words Al can't make out.
Surprisingly quickly, Teddy pulls out and turns James over and they kiss and kiss and kiss. Teddy's fingers drag through the smeared come on James's stomach, and Al finally brings himself off, sort of listening to their heavy breathing and soft words, but mostly remembering the way James was so open, so easy for everything Teddy did to him, just...ruined, taken apart by pleasure.
He watches for a few moments more as James brushes his knuckles over Teddy's cheek, as Teddy kisses James's eyelids, as they settle into obviously familiar positions. Then Al ends the visual observation spell and leans back into the sofa with a big, whooshing exhale. He is sure that at some point soon, he will have a lot of thoughts about tonight, but for now all he's really thinking is this:
How secure would his protection spells need to be before he could justify to himself keeping a pensieve memory of this? Tonight has been something Al might never get tired of watching.
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And then you had to go and be all - hey. Voyeurism kink, right this way. And I was done. Just done. I had to read it.
There's this weird incest-y naughtiness to it that I loved, the spanking, the exhibitionism...argh! You made me love this pairing/grouping...and I shall *never* forgive you.
Unless you write more.
*looks shifty*
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The setup of this piece felt like a science-fiction-y glimpse into the future. Someday the elite will take their sex in a clean, neat room, with vision and sound and scent controls, and a lovely mixed drink, and foolproof privacy protections...
I find myself thinking about Al and hoping he can find something for himself besides watching. For sure there's no room in the Teddy/James relationship: they are too closely paired.
Finally, I wanted to say I loved your Teddy and James. You gave us a few wonderful glimpses of their intimate relationship, their history, their love, and their kinks. I loved the way they were always whispering to each other. They are so absorbed in each other, but it was pretty cool how James was revved up by the complete but anonymous exposure. Maybe he likes someone else to see how he is cared for and desired. Al and Teddy obviously found him desirable, and I did too.
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It's just – overwhelming, and he loves both of them, loves the fact that their love means it can be this way between them. Aaaaah, my next-gen OTP, never leave me. ♥♥♥♥
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These three made a lovely 2 + 1. The set up with the window / mirror was lovely, and I really enjoyed the descriptions of Al's fascination with watching James. It was all very believable, hot and delicious. Bravo!
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I have such a thing for those brothers! Can't pass up a thing like this! And you write them wonderfully!
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huh. That's funny. I had the exact same reaction as Al. But mine the entire story. I alternated between saying "Oh my god," and biting my fist (technically heel of my hand but same difference). Sorry I'm blabbing because this was so damn fucking fantastic I can't quite find the words to say it.
Everything everything everything was AMAZING. I love everything you write but you write THE BEST JAMES. Hands down no competition. This was god so hot and well paced and done and god you are just the best. THE BEST. *flails*
Like Al, once again, I will be returning to this story A LOT.
OH and not to be forgotten. The mixture of so naughty hot and tender love with Teddy and James. OMG it was going to make my head explode. Love it!
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(By the way,
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