fic: The Consequences of Pranks and Dares

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Title: The Consequences of Pranks and Dares
Author: leashy_bebes
Prompt Number: 443 submitted by kjmom1
Kink Showcased: coming in pants
Rating: R
Pairing(s): James Sirius/Albus Severus
Summary: They wouldn't be James and Al Potter if they didn't clash at every turn.
Warnings/Content notes: Incest, dubcon (YMMV), they are 17/16 and 18/17 in the first two scenes
Word Count: 3100
Author's Notes: Thank you to my lovely betas.





This is the first time:

They're hiding from the caretaker (or maybe a prefect, maybe a professor). Doesn't matter who from, what matters is the hiding. The dragging each other around corners and the hands slapped over each other's mouths and their hearts roaring in their chests.

Pranking is in their genes, but what James really loves isn't the planning, or the execution or even the explosions of chaos they leave in their wake. The best bit, the very best bit, is the running, the hiding, the heart-pounding, lung-burning tension of swinging back and forth between run run run and shh not a word don't move don't even breathe.

James's plan goes a bit like this: straight past the first three staircases (the spells on the instant blizzard device they made will be activating when they're between staircases two and three), dodge left (the temperature in the corridor will start to drop), right through the charms classroom. Then double back (just before the first fat flakes start to fall), through the gap behind the portrait of Gregory the Smarmy, up the stairs and away without a single speck of snow on them.

It goes pear-shaped after they dodge. Before Al can fling an Alohamora at the Charms classroom door, they hear footsteps.

"Fuck, move, move," James breathes, shoving Al around. They take off again, back towards the device, hurdling over it. James feels the temperature drop as they run, his hand at the small of Al's back, pushing him onwards. They run scrambling around a corner, and another, vault onto a staircase before it moves, and tear down it.

Then Al's hand comes out, fists in James's jumper and yanks. They trip over each other's feet and slam into the far wall of an alcove, a tapestry whispering back into place behind them. Al's hand is still at James's shoulder, pulling his jumper askew. James's hands sting where they hit the wall behind Al's head, and he can feel Al's chest trembling with the effort not to pant. James grins down at Al, knowing he probably looks a bit mad. Al's skin looks even paler than usual in the gloomy half-light filtering around the edges of the tapestry, and James could almost swear he can see Al's pulse hammering away in his throat even in the shadows.

Al's not looking at James, eyes directed over his shoulder and it's easy to think he's keeping watch, keeping a nervous ear out for whoever was following them before. Except then. Then. Then he realises that Al is hard. Undeniably, unmistakeably hard, pressing against James's thigh.

James isn't sure whether Al has noticed him noticing. His throat bobs a couple of times but that could just be his own awareness. Certainly he isn't reacting how Al normally does in response to possible humiliation at James's hand (he gets angry and his eyes spit fire and he swears up a storm and it's just so much fun) so maybe he doesn't know yet. Doesn't know that James can feel it. Doesn't know that the slow tightening of James's thigh is deliberate.

All he has to do is tense and relax his leg a few slow, careful times, and Al is – it feels like his chest is convulsing, his breath is so irregular. James couldn't say exactly why he does it. It's an impulse. There's a voice in his head saying wrong-wrong-wrong but James knows that voice well. He's been ignoring it since he was about five. James cups his hand over Al's mouth and Al looks at him at last, all wide, shocked eyes.

"I think I hear – " James says around a breath.

Al freezes, every muscle in his body locking down. Because he's got twice the incentive to shut up now, hasn't he? A blizzard in the Charms corridor is nothing compared to having your hard cock pressed up tight against your brother's leg. James has to swallow a hiccupy laugh and leans in closer to Al so they're pressed together everywhere.

The heat of Al's face tucked into James's collarbone is second only to the heat of his dick through James's jeans. It's – Merlin – more than James was expecting and the tiny part of his brain that's cataloguing all the accumulated weirdness of this situation makes a stupid joke about little brother's not so little. But James can feel himself getting hard too – pressed up close to someone, his body flooded with adrenaline, it's only natural and kind of inevitable – and that will spoil the joke a bit if Al realises. So he half turns as if he's listening intently, making sure that the movement takes his own dick away from Al while simultaneously pressing his thigh hard-hard-hard against Al's.

Al sort of folds up, hands scrabbling at James's chest to push him away and he makes this ngrk kind of noise in the back of his throat, his breath escaping in a hard puff. Oh, Merlin. Merlin, he just came. For some reason that makes James want to hug himself with glee. Oh god, this is going to be brilliant. Al will be squirmy and awkward, and that never fails to translate into anger with Albus, the kind of anger that makes his face red and his eyes glitter.

"What is wrong with you?" James hisses irritably, dying to hear what Al could possibly say to that.

"I – cramp," Al says. "In my leg."

"Cramp," James echoes.

"Yeah," Al says, and he bends over, rubbing at his calf in a frankly exaggerated manner.

It's only then that James realises: Al thinks he doesn't know. Al honestly thinks James doesn't know. That thought makes James's mouth twist into a weird, wide smile as he turns his back and looks out into the corridor.





The second time is like this:

They are running again. This time from the Head Boy, a stuck-up bloody Ravenclaw, whose study currently looks like it's been ransacked. It hasn't, of course; they're not stupid. It's just a glamour, and they've carefully made it just weak enough that it won't stand up to the scrutiny of more than one set of eyes at a time. When Cavendish drags a professor along to see, he'll look a right idiot. Alright, so it's hardly groundbreaking as far as pranks go. But Cavendish is a tosser, and sometimes immediacy is more important than originality. It's still a bloody clever bit of magic, and James is proud of him and Al both for pulling it off.

Cavendish hasn't seen them, but he's heard them, and he probably knows it's them, anyway. Really, James thinks, most of the prefects have more sense than to take points off both him and Al in the same week. Cavendish though, has missed the lesson and so earned this petty, playful revenge. If he catches up to them, or even sees them long enough to swear to their identities, then they're in for it, James thinks grimly. His hand squeezes tight on Al's shoulder as they drag each other on.

They don't even need to discuss where they're going. They clatter down the tight spiral staircase from Ravenclaw Tower. James has one hand on the wall, one twisting in Al's shirt, and they can hear Cavendish's heavy footsteps behind them. At the bottom of the stairs, Al stumbles and James hauls him up and on. Three doors down from the bottom of the staircase is a storeroom with a wide, open window. More importantly, there is an old broom stashed away above the curtain rail.

Again, they don't even need to think it, let alone say it out loud, and James feels a mad rush of love for his little brother. Al has his wand out and casts Alohamora just a fraction of a breath before James hurls an Accio in the direction of the broom. It dips a little wildly under their combined weight, and James trusts Al to deal with the window. Sure enough it's wide open onto the sunlight as they zoom through and James lets out a loud, involuntary whoop of laughter as he points the broom towards the sky.

He can feel Al's arms tightening around him, Al's thighs clamped around his hips, Al's hot breath against his throat where he's yelling something, the words snatched away by the wind. James takes them up-up-up, until the air is noticeably colder. He's desperate to get them out of sight of Cavendish who's doubtless at the window by now, craning around for a look. He levels out the broomstick and swoops low over the rooftops to hear Al yell.

They haven't shared a broom like this in years, and James finds he's kind of missed it. They're laughing at Cavendish, at their own daring, at the school grounds laid out beneath them, and the people without a clue what they've been up to. Everything is funny like this, from the knot of Al's hands digging into his stomach, to the shriek of a bird that their passage disturbs. And then...

It's like they become aware of it at the same moment. James realises that Al's wand is held in the bundle of his fist, the handle pressed against James's ribs uncomfortably. Which means no, what Al's jamming into the small of his back isn't a wand. He should probably say something reassuring. It's only adrenaline, you know? Or Doesn't matter, mate, happens to the best of us. The words won't come, though. James is sure he doesn't move, doesn't twitch or react in any way, but suddenly Al is stiff – James has to bite his lip against a laugh – and uncomfortable, every line of his body abruptly radiating tension.

"Go down to the ground," Al shouts.

James pretends not to hear him, sets his eyes on the dark blur that is the Forbidden Forest, and keeps flying.

"James," Al says though gritted teeth. "Go down to the ground."

"No," James calls back over the sound of the wind.

Al thumps his shoulder, hard. "James!" He sounds panicky and shifts back, tipping the broom dangerously. For a moment they just yell at each other: don't be thick – take us down – just stay still – I'm going to bloody kill you.

But really Al has no choice other than to scramble closer, his fingers hooking in James's shoulders to pull himself back onto the broomstick. He's angry. James can feel it pouring off him. When James was six, he'd liked to push his little brother over. He stopped eventually after a strict talking to from his mother about how it wasn't nice to hurt Albus. Because James didn't push Al over to hurt him. He just liked the way Al got all red and embarrassed, screwing his face up and trying to glare like their dad.

Some things never change, because James still has that giddy, guilty squirming in his stomach when he lurches them left and right on the broom, all to feel that brilliant, impossible, wonderfully incriminating hot hardness at the small of his back. He can feel Al's face against his shoulder. Through James's t-shirt, Al's skin is burning-hot, his breath wild and wobbly through the thin cotton. James leans forward on the broom just a bit, abrupt enough to jolt Al forward and lock their hips together. James can't hear Al's little shout over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears, but he can feel it against his shoulder, the hot moist puff of air

And then – James's blood sings in his veins – then he feels Al's hips shudder forward. One slow rock and then another. Al's arms go tight around James's waist and he makes an ugly sound like a sob into the warm angle where James's shoulder meets his throat. His fingers dig into James's stomach and his next breath has a ragged laugh haunting its edges.

James's grin feels manic on his own face as he pushes the broom faster and feels Al jab him in the thigh in retaliation. He can feel the hard line of Al's teeth, exposed in a smile at the nape of James's neck. It's mad and it's fucked up and it's so perfectly them that James can feel it in every inch of his body, right down to his fingertips.

It doesn't take long. Al's fingers are just grazing James's leg and James shifts to a one-handed grip on the broom, crushes Al's hand flat against his thigh. A vibration through James's shoulder must be Al whining, but James doesn't hear a thing, can't think of anything but his brother's hot face hidden against him, the place where Al is grinding into the small of James's back. James is hard now too, but he doesn't try to make Al touch. The dig of Al's hand into his thigh – hard enough to bruise where James is forcing it down – is enough. Not enough to make him come, but enough to make it real.

Al makes a gut-deep noise when he comes. James experiences one of those moments when sound disappears for an instant, only to return with razorblade clarity with the next breath, just quick enough to hear Al snarling, Take. Us. Down. For all that he ended up in the snake-pit, James thinks that's the first time he's ever heard Al truly menacing. When they get down to the ground, Al hits him, which James was expecting. He also snatches the broomstick and disappears into the sky, which James was decidedly not expecting.

On his long walk back to the castle James prods at his sore chin and wonders whether the punch was for this time, or the realisation that James must have been aware of the first time too.




(The second time is the only one James can ever bring himself to regret. It's the time that makes Al withdraw from James and their mates. Pranks fall by the wayside, they eat at their own tables in the Great Hall, and even detentions are incurred separately more than together. James supposes he should have seen it coming, but he has never been good at the whole consequences of your actions thing. He does try to make it better in his own clumsy way, but Al is having none of it. It becomes like talking with someone who is very deliberately having a different conversation. In the end, James's irritation gets the better of him because whatever Al thinks about himself, James is exactly the same. And nobody said being a Gryffindor means you have to be good at not getting your own way.

James joins the Auror corps straight out of school. It's what he's always wanted to do, and it doesn't disappoint. It keeps him busy and it's several months before he even thinks to miss Al. When he does though, it's fierce. It's a fire.

James spends a lot of that first Al-less year trying to puzzle out whether the tension between them was symptom or cause of that first time. He wonders whether he ought to offer Al an apology, and if so whether it would be accepted. He wonders whether things will ever go back to normal between them, and what the hell that means anyway.

It didn't happen again until after they had argued, fought, even duelled. It didn't happen again until they'd both torn each other apart in an effort to prove the other was the fucked up one.

You do it, Al said. You always do it.

But you always let me.)



Then it happens a third and a fourth and a fifth time, and then it's like this:

Things are different now. The whole world shifted on its axis the day they decided fuck everything, they were going to do this. One thing among many that surprised James is how little they actually have to sneak around. They're brothers, they move into a shared flat to save money. What could be more normal?

So yes, things are different now, and James has the means of fulfilling every fantasy he's ever had and clutched to himself like the deadliest of secrets. But there's one thing that brought them together and one thing James will always have a soft spot for: the feel of Al through his clothes, the silent dare you, double-dare you that flickers between them. The inevitable shocked widening of Al's eyes when James doesn't back down, just works the heel of his hand harder against that hot ridge in Al's jeans.

With a grin, James flicks his cigarette butt away and heads back into Teddy's house. Inside, there's a crowd of his cousins laughing and yelling, a card game going on in one corner. The Muggle TV is showing a football match, casting vaguely green light onto Al where he's curled on the sofa, a blanket pulled almost up to his chin.

"Budge up," he tells Al, and no one bats an eyelash when James grabs half the blanket and settles in. Al fights him for a moment, a token resistance because they wouldn't be James and Al Potter if they didn't clash at every turn.

Al subsides eventually and James can tell from his sidelong glance that he knows James is planning something. James makes himself comfortable and waits a long drawn-out moment, listening to Al's breath take on an almost imperceptibly ragged edge. Under the cover of the thick wool blanket, James sneaks his hand into Al's lap, curls around the lean muscle of his thigh. Al just barely clears his throat, shifting his legs apart a little. James digs his fingers in one at a time and Al shoots him a look, just verging on annoyed.

James lets his fingers wander, measures the hardening of Al's cock through his jeans. Al's eyes go dark and he sucks his full lower lip in between his teeth for a second. Across the room, Lily and Rose laugh at something and their giggles are silvery and shimmery in the thick air. James looks at the side of Al's face, the flutter of his lashes as he stares determinedly at the TV.

"Offside," James says at random – he hasn't got the first clue about football really, but it makes Louis look around, which makes Al go perfectly still.

"Like hell it was," Louis tells him. "Idiot."

A muscle jumps in Al's jaw and under the sound of Hugo shouting at the TV, he tells James, "You're a menace."

James grinds the heel of his hand in one more time and Al's hips jolt backwards into the sofa. He punches James hard in the thigh and James shoves him until they fall off the sofa in a messy, scrapping heap.

They wouldn't be James and Al Potter if they didn't always give each other everything they wanted, either.


the end

Comments

[snegurochka_lee]

OH OH OH OHHHHHHHHHHHH I THINK I LOVE YOU.

Oh god, so brotherly, and the affection and pranking and running around, and Al so fierce and embarrassed and James so cocky and brilliant and taking care of Al but also ahahahahaha goading him and making him fall, and ;alksjdfasf. You know, as an aside, I'm not sure I've ever seen James and Al portrayed as Marauders like this before, like James Sr and Sirius, in a way, but it's so perfect and why not??? They'd be brilliant at it. And how covert the arousal was, just being together so adrenaline-fuelled, oh man, I adore it.

And the final scene, after a passage of time, is so fabulous. THEY ARE STILL DOING IT. l;kajs;dfa. ♥♥♥♥♥

[secretsalex.livejournal.com]

*flails* This is just lovely. I love the tension, the unspoken attraction, the way that James' pull toward Al is tied up with the pleasure he gets from making his little brother uncomfortable, embarrassed, angry. God, it's just a perfect take on brother-brother.

Also, hot. Really hot. :)

[geneva2010.livejournal.com]

Brilliant writing, great characterization. Just look at this little nugget - amazing:

There's a voice in his head saying wrong-wrong-wrong but James knows that voice well. He's been ignoring it since he was about five.

I loved it.

re: The Consequences of Pranks and Dares

[vaysh]

Wow! Scorching hot. I cannot tell you how much I love the way you told this, your unorthodox use of timing, the way you made the adrenaline high work every time they fucked. That mix of manipulation, embarrassment, annoyance and lust was a pure pleasure to read. And I can only second what Lee said: I have not read such a Marauderesque take on James and Al, but OMG, it fits them perfectly.

[kjmom1.livejournal.com]

Oh my GOD! I love, love, love you for this. It's so hot, and just what I had in mind. I was super excited to see the prompt get picked up, and I've been waiting anxiously for it to be posted. So frickin thrilled!

I don't even know what else to say. Wonderful, just... amazing. I'm speechless.

[secretsolitaire.livejournal.com]

Hot, hot, HOT. What an awesome dynamic you've drawn between these two.

[secretlypadfoot.livejournal.com]

So amazingly hot. The coming in the pants and then James just unable to resist the temptation of doing it again and again.

Great job!

[badjujuboo.livejournal.com]

oh James your a twisted man lol I love how utterly brotherly you have them, the arguments the giggles and in the begining the running away from ADVENTURE and EXCITEMENT! Then the "oh wow, i have an ULTERIOR affect on Al" - James realisation and need to see how far he can push it/Al is wonderful. It really is a game of Dare/Double Dare that neither of them seem to want to end or discuss as meaning anything more. BRILLIANT!

[gleditsia.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow! I didn't even know I was into this pairing... And I most definitely am! This story pushed all my buttons. It's really fantastic! Thank you! :)

[lovelychew.livejournal.com]

Oh my goodness, THIS. I love so effing much! That James is such a smug ass, and Al's anger and embarrassment is just so GUH, too hot and too awesome. ♥

And when James randomly shouted "offside" to get at Al, it's just so James. (in my head, at least) LOL.

Thank you so, so much for this fab piece! I ADORE it to bits.

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

oh fuck... oh fuck ... this is so hot and wrong and waaaaaaay too delicious. oh god. brilliant.

[nuclearsugars.livejournal.com]

Hnnng, you're killing me with this fic. I can't handle how much you got the boys the way I see them.

[besamislabios]

This was brilliant, I loved how you wrote them. So wrong yet so very hot! ♥

[kitty_fic]

Oh wow!

This is awesome and wonderful!

I love the way you portray them as a team of pranksters!

Lovely and oh so hot!

[winstonmom.livejournal.com]

Oh!that was really but I mean reaaaallly good.
I so love this version of the boys and how much fun they get out of that.
Great and good job aannnd thanks for sharing.

[hpfangirl71.livejournal.com]

Oh I love this pairing.... and you have done them beautifully!! I love how its totally by accident that they discover this other connection between them!! I love how its Al who has the first reaction to his brother but is so embarrassed by it and then there is James being just bold enough to egg his brother on. Its so perfectly natural for them to be this way together... and I love how James gets off by his brother being uncomfortable... makes it just a teensy bit dubious on poor Al's part. I love them being pranksters like their grandfather or the twins... this was just perfectly written!! :D

[pauraque]

This is awesome! I read very little nextgen fic, but you drew both characters so clearly that I felt like I'd always known them. James's POV is amazing, how things are eroticized in his mind. It's all kink for him -- the danger of being caught, the way he can make Al react, and of course a brother's unconditional love. Amazing.

[bryoneybrynn.livejournal.com]

Brilliant! love this dynamic, the relationship you created between them and James with his horrible teasing but this deep connection. Both of them are just pitch perfect. LOVE IT!

[faithwood.livejournal.com]

Loved this.

They are so affectionate and fun and brotherly and hot.

♥

[pessen03.livejournal.com]

this was brilliant.. love this pairing!

[zebrui.livejournal.com]

Absolutely delicious. There's something so stark and vivid about your writing - it feels so fresh.

[mysecretashes.livejournal.com]

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH.

*flails at you*

[frayach.livejournal.com]

Just found this!

I have up until this moment avoided next gen incest like the plague, but your story has convinced me I needn't be so hasty in my opinions ;)

This is absolutely brilliant - funny, hot and surprisingly right. It's hard to imagine them not ending up together. I love the last scene which sums up the whole fic quite nicely.

Oh yeah, plus dryfucking is one of my surefire anything-goes-except-Snarry kink.

[xpectopatronads.livejournal.com]

This is so good, and hot! I love it like burning. Also love how you chose to make it the Potter boys, if you had made this story based on the Weasley or Scamander twins it would have been a bit cliche - but this? is wonderful. Also I would have been robbed of one of my favorite lines: 'Because James didn't push Al over to hurt him. He just liked the way Al got all red and embarrassed, screwing his face up and trying to glare like their dad.' - James has always liked his brother.

Well done for making this kink fun, and non squicky.

[who_la_hoop]

I love the dynamic between the boys. A great read.