hpkinkfest | FIC: Take the Bull by the Tongue (Percy/Teddy)

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Title: Take the Bull by the Tongue
Author:

cecilegrey
Prompt Number: 280 submitted by

eruditefics
Kink Showcased: rimming
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Percy/Teddy
Summary: Timid Teddy Lupin will have to muster up a bit of confidence if he hopes to cheer failed Ministerial candidate, Percy Weasley.
Warnings: rimming, age discrepancy (22/44)
Word Count: ~3400
Author's Note: The prompter requested the rimming be tame but yummy. I tried to adhere but I may have gone a bit... wild. I hope it's enjoyed regardless! Thanks to

zxora for the beta! I did some panicked rewriting after getting this back from her, any remaining errors are my own.

Teddy Lupin announced his arrival by stumbling into the fireplace grate, which in turn bumped the coffee table, which mussed the rug something dreadful.

"Sorry!" he said, spotting Percy on the sofa. Teddy could tell straight off the man was miserable, sprawled as he was in a decidedly un-Percy-like fashion, and fixed as a statue while the firelight distorted his features. Teddy tucked his brandy bottle under his arm and knelt to tidy his mess. "I brought brandy!" he announced.

Percy’s gaze drifted away from him, to the fireplace, giving the impression that he’d been staring there long before Teddy’s big entrance. Leaving his trainers behind, Teddy smoothed the rug flat with his foot and took a seat beside Percy. He began to fiddle with the brandy cork, shaking his head.

"It should've been you."

Percy gave no response. In a way, Teddy was relieved. He felt sorry for Percy--today must have been one of the biggest disappointments of his life--but, embarrassingly worse, Teddy felt unsure of his own abilities to comfort the man. He took Percy's silence as an excuse to breeze over the topic all together.

"The brandy’s from Harry's cellar. Should be good. Oops!" When finally the cork came loose, Teddy dropped it and scrambled after it.

He poured brandy into each of the snifter goblets he'd brought along, discreetly glancing sideways as he did. Percy's silence was making Teddy nervous. Perhaps he'd rather be left alone?

Teddy tried again. "Crap weather we've been having, eh--?"

Percy stood up abruptly, startling Teddy into smacking his heel bone into the sofa frame. "I just can't stop racking my brain!" Percy exclaimed. "Where did I go wrong? I did everything by the book, brushed elbows with all the right people! I've been on the Wizengamot for ten years! One of the youngest ever to be elected in, I might add! I've gone above and beyond to show them all that I was ready and willing to step up to the challenge! Then they go and--they go and appoint Cobblecookie instead of me? I ask you."

Teddy had been holding out a goblet for Percy as he paced, but Percy hadn't noticed. Teddy lowered it and looked inside as if expecting to find a fly. "If you don't want brandy, I could put a kettle on," he offered.

"Old Shacklebolt himself said I'd make a formidable Minister. Formidable!" Percy sighed, exasperated. "It should have been me."

Teddy held out the goblet again. "You’ll get it next time, yeah?" he said with a half-smile.

Percy pulled his face out of his palm and stared at the goblet as though it had appeared from nowhere. He accepted it, gazed at its tawny brandy depths as Teddy had a moment before, and then raised his eyes to Teddy. He studied the younger man. Teddy felt pinned down and dissected.

"No," Percy said, handing the goblet back, his lips never having touched the delicately curved rim.

"No?" Teddy echoed.

"I don’t think there will be a next time, Ted."

"Sorry?" His mind raced with the worry of misinterpreting Percy's words. "I mean--I thought becoming Minister was your dream, wasn't it? You're not leaving the Ministry, surely?"

"I think you'd best clear off for now," Percy told him with a nod toward the Floo. He then walked briskly out of the room, down the short hall, and into the bedroom. The door thudded shut behind him.

Confronted with fulminant silence in Percy's sitting room, Teddy stood without knowing how to react. He looked helplessly at the goblets in his hands, then at the grey walls and white window frames. Everything was spotless and dustless, and upon every visit Teddy imagined all the things he should do at his own decidedly naff flat. He was probably a bit old to still have Quidditch action figures flying around, after all.

His gaze landed on the fire, and one burning question begged to be probed: had he just made things worse?

He'd been trying to help, in his own pathetic way. Teddy just wasn't good at this sort of thing. He'd rarely had to console anyone, growing up. Gran had certainly never sought comfort from him, had she? Not the type. And everybody else already had someone to confide in. Someone besides Teddy.

He'd heard from the Weasleys that when Percy was a teenager, it had been commonplace for him to march off in a strop and shut himself in his room. Surely the Weasleys would be better off comforting Percy with all the practice they'd had.

Looking around at the perfectly matched interior decorating, there was one thing that Teddy couldn't deny: he was here now, and the Weasleys weren't.

Teddy set the goblets on the coffee table. Then he snatched them up and moved them onto coasters.

Regardless of whether Teddy understood him like the Weasleys did, Percy did like him. More importantly, Percy liked Teddy for Teddy. He never encouraged Teddy to make a display of himself. Hardly spoke of his Metamorphmagus abilities at all, really. He praised Teddy for his actual hard work, like that shining moment during N.E.W.T.s when Percy, supervising Teddy's viva voce Ancient Runes examination, had congratulated Teddy on a job well done and forged into a twelve-minute speech about the good work of translating ancient magical inscriptions. Percy always knew just the right thing to say.

Spurred into action by this memory of Percy's amazingness, Teddy knocked on the bedroom door and addressed Percy in a loud voice.

"Percy, I'm sorry the Wizengamot didn't appoint you Minister for Magic. Would you like to talk about it?"

"No, I would not," came Percy’s voice, very close on the other side of the door.

"Oh. Are--are you sure?" Teddy asked. Quickly he cleared his throat and spoke in a more lofty manner, "Well then, at least let me join you in your sulking. We can get smashed. Or not. We could drink tea and discuss broomstick regulations, if you'd rather."

"Maybe I've been kidding myself," came the sad, muffled reply. "Maybe I'm just not good enough to be Minister. You'd best be on your way, Ted. You deserve better than an old fool like me. I don't deserve you."

Teddy could relate with the feeling of not deserving things but, coming from Percy, this was a load of cack. Percy was a brilliant wizard. He had worked frighteningly hard for the Ministerial appointment after Brickbiscuit had announced his resignation a few months prior--not long after Teddy and Percy had first slept together. This had incurred many a challenge on their shiny new relationship, indeed, but Troll-sized as those challenges were, this challenge was Giant-sized in comparison.

Teddy would have to go one step further. He'd have to adopt humour as well as swagger.

"Oh, poppycock. Don't deserve me, you say?" Teddy asked, kicking the bravado up a notch. "Why is that? Is it because I have twenty-two years less experience at... everything? Because I can't even settle on a career but hey, at least I can do useful things like keep my entire body hairless without shaving. Yes, yes, I see now. I'm much too good for you."

Nary a snigger from the other side, but then, Teddy was probably pants at jesting. For no particular reason except he was perhaps clumsier than normal when attempting to swagger, Teddy knocked into the art on the wall behind him. He turned with haste and set about straightening it, taking care to set it exactly right so that Percy would not notice a difference.

To Teddy's surprise, the door cracked open.

"You're not going to leave, are you."

Teddy rose up to his tiptoes and down again. "No."

Percy rubbed at an infinitesimal spot on his bedroom door. "I just don't want you to see me in such a state. I feel like a failure." After a moment, the lines on his face went from gloomy to gloomy-but-thoughtful. "Even your chin, you don't have to shave?"

"Even my chin." Teddy reached over and tapped knuckles with the other man. "You're no failure, Percy. Those stuffy old farts... they just want to appoint someone whose name rhymes with a sweetcake--didn't you notice? Brickbiscuit, Cobblecookie.... Anyway, I'll tell you what, you go and take the most blistering, mind-numbing shower you've ever taken, and I will...." He paused and cocked his head and in a show of contemplation. "Prepare supper."

Percy looked skeptical, and rightly so. In all these months, Teddy had never been the one to cook for them, unless you counted that awkward morning with the marmite toast and the sausage and the "No, no, Hades! We do not leave dead mice in our friend's nice oxfords! Oh, you AWFUL bird!"

Sensing refusal from Percy's end, Teddy put on his best puppy-dog eyes. Not figuratively, either--Teddy actually looked at him with a puppy dog's eyes. They were sad and watery and undeniably guilt-inducing, he knew. He'd mirror-practiced.

"That's actually more frightening than cute," remarked Percy, "But all right."

Once Percy was behind the loo door with the shower running, Teddy puttered around the kitchen and suffered paroxysms of self-doubt.

A terrible thought had occurred to him, as they often did when he spent more than five minutes alone. Days ago there had been an article in the Prophet with a photo of Percy and Teddy out having lunch, but the article slanted it to make it sound as if they'd been out on a romantic supper. They weren't public about their relationship (only the Weasleys and close friends knew), so naturally they avoided supper out, but still speculations surfaced. Teddy had disregarded all that business because he'd thought for certain Percy would be a shoe-in.... What if these speculations had ultimately been the cause of Percy's loss?

If that was the case, Percy might never stand a chance at getting the Minister's seat.

All because of Teddy.

Simmer down, Teddy told himself. Blowing things out of proportion again, wasn't he? It was one dumb article. (As far as he knew.)

He couldn't stop the inkling, though. Percy might be thinking this whole thing with Teddy wasn't worth it, that it might put a big fat stopper in the ever-coursing current of his ambitious career. This very minute Percy might be standing under the shower nozzle thinking that breaking it off with Teddy would be for the best...

Well! He'd have to put a stop to that nonsense, wouldn't he?

He shut the cupboard door with considerable force. Somehow, that courage he'd been feigning came roaring to the forefront of everything, smothering the little voice at the back that cried, "Run away! Run far away where you'll never be a bother to anyone again!"

"And what was I thinking, anyway, saying that I'd make supper? I can't cook!"

Teddy stomped to the Floo and ordered a pizza from Penelope’s Perfectly Palatable Pizzeria. He then cast off his over-robe and made his way to the loo, reaching the door just as the water shut off. He slipped inside, leaving the door open a crack to dispel the humidity more quickly. Go on, now, Teddy thought to himself, do something manly and impressive.

Percy politely ignored Teddy's staring while he dried off.

Teddy approached and encompassed his nude ginger from behind. He kissed Percy's shoulder and was promptly scratched on the cheek (--"Oh, I'm sorry"--) by Percy's comb. Driven still by mad determination, Teddy continued his lip mambo across Percy's soap-scented neck. Teddy saw his own blurred head in the foggy mirror inching down and down, until a freckled shoulder blocked his reflection from view. The towel around Percy's waist came loose with little suasion.

"I've only just showered..." was Percy's argument, clearly a weak one as he did not bother to follow up on it. Teddy knelt down on the fallen towel and stared at the arse that was very close to his face. He'd never stared at one quite this close before. Looked rather different up close, didn't they? He placed his hands delicately on those pale globes of flesh.

"Relax," Teddy said to Percy, he himself feeling as though he might perish from heart failure at any second. He pressed the cheeks apart and, with no reason left to hesitate, he licked between them.

"Oh," Percy uttered, voice high. "Oh, you cheeky bugger."

It was probably obvious to Percy that Teddy had very little (read: zero) practice in this particular field. Teddy wondered how on earth he was going to make sure Percy never forgot this. Then, as if a "Lumos!" had gone off in his head, he knew what to do.

Eyes already shut, Teddy focused on the image of a wolf, until his tongue took on the shape of a wolf's, flat and wide. It felt strange in his human mouth, but he let instinct drive him as he licked the area into a wet mess. Judging by Percy's intermittent spurts of profanities, so far so good. But a wolf's tongue was lacking in solidity and did not jab forward in the way he wanted.

So Teddy changed his tongue to that of a boa constrictor and dived in Percy's entrance. This tongue delivered a whole new range of senses, so much at once that Teddy was almost instantly lightheaded from it. Percy made high-pitched titter sound, as if the forked tongue tickled him within. Lucky for Percy, Teddy had a very extensive knowledge of the animal kingdom. Next he tried that of a bull, which was large and strong. Teddy was perhaps too hasty in this transformation, though, because he felt immediate resistance squeezing around it.

He didn't like it as much as the snake's. It felt like he'd eaten a ton-tongue toffee, in comparison. But judging by Percy's vocal reaction, Teddy gathered that he may very well have given Percy a whole new appreciation of cattle.

He tried to reach and touch Percy's cock, but Percy seemed quite content to do that part himself. Hard in his own trousers, Teddy took a second to unbutton them, and in his struggle his wand fell out of his pocket and clattered onto the floor. Too troublesome an operation, he decided, so he resolved to ignore his own pleasure and focus on the task at hand.

"Oh, lord. You--you batty, brilliant man...nngh... filthy!" Percy's colourful language increased as they went. "Oh, good fucking grief! Ted! Where did you learn to--blast! Fuck!"

Teddy had heard Percy's bedroom language before, and though it was always a bit peculiar, it also made his own cock stand up like nothing else. To know that Teddy was the magic that was spelling Perfect Percy into this blasphemous, ineloquent state... it sent something vaulting through his body, a quenching zap that sparked within him a confidence, a sort of self-peace he'd rarely known. It permitted him to well and truly let go of his inhibitions. He threw himself into the act, testing an array of exotic animal tongues. Percy was trapped against the sink, which allowed Teddy to nuzzle forward as hard as he pleased. It was the most intimate and uninhibited he'd ever felt.

"Ted, just--" Percy spoke with concentrated effort. "Just use your--"

All that dirty language and now suddenly Percy sounded shy.

"Just use your own, please, will you?"

Teddy nodded, his nose dragging on Percy's skin. He licked up the crevice, taking some salty sweat with him as he pushed his own normal tongue back inside the arsehole. It was easier using his own tongue. More natural and satisfying to know that was what Percy wanted, explicitly. Percy's hands came next to Teddy's to hold apart his buttocks. Teddy used his freed hands to stroke Percy's thighs, to fondle his balls, to stroke his lubed cock a few times before a cramp came on, at which point they switched hand placement again.

He could hear the squelching as Percy tossed off; Teddy tried to keep up, comfortable enough now to build a rhythm. Percy persisted with a creative stream of expletives (--"Fuck yes, fuck me silly, oh dear god, bleeding buggering inferno, yes!"--) and Teddy reckoned it was the closest a left-brained fellow like Percy ever got to poetry.

A short while later, Percy groaned low and long, an indication that he was finishing. When it seemed (Teddy hoped) that Percy was indeed done, Teddy leaned back to narrow all his focus on his own wank. In his mouth, his tongue felt engorged and exhausted, from both the physical work and the exercise of transforming. It throbbed as his climax rushed through him, coming mostly on the towel but a little bit on Percy's ankle.

"Er, sorry."

Percy did not seem to mind. Teddy was relatively certain that the look of flushed satisfaction on the other man's face was real. Bit hard to fake, that. It was very quiet but for their loud breathing as Teddy rose to his feet.

"Perhaps you'd better comb that hair again, mate," said the mirror to Percy. What followed was a silence more pronounced than before. "Just a suggestion," the mirror added hurriedly.

The dam of confidence that had built up inside Teddy seemed to crack at this small disruption of their private world. The cracks birthed finer cracks, and each blooming question seeded more questions. Did Percy really get it? Did he understand how much Teddy thought he deserved all the pleasure in the world?

And, even if Teddy wasn't certain he could give it himself, that he damn well wanted to try?

Teddy's mental typhoon went silent as Percy came to meet his eyes.

"Could you possibly...?" Percy trailed off, gesturing toward the towel under Teddy's foot.

"Oh! Of course, yes. Right."

After the towel was nicely folded and hung up, the two of them dressed. Percy combed his hair once more with one hand and reached for a bottle with the other hand, successfully removing the cork with his thumb because he was deft in a way Teddy could only dream of. The bottle was shoved in Teddy's direction without a word. He looked at the label: mouthwash.

They exchanged amused looks, and it was only when Teddy was busy gurgling that Percy spoke up again.

"Never underestimate yourself, Ted."

Teddy wanted to empty his mouth and confusingly ask "Sorry?" but something about Percy's face told him he'd better go for the whole thirty seconds like the bottle directions recommended.

"Now, I believe you said something about supper?" Percy asked. At Teddy's guilty nod, he furrowed his eyebrows. "What is it?"

Teddy turned to the mirror and wrote "pizza" on the steamed glass.

"You ordered pizza delivery and then you--? Merlin's beard, Ted!" Percy said as he rushed out of the loo. He didn't get far. Teddy heard a shocked "Oh, my!" from the hallway.

Teddy spit blue into Percy's clean white sink and bounded around the corner after him. Spread across the sitting room were a band of merry Weasleys, drinking brandy and eating pizza. Bill raised one of Teddy's snifter goblets from his spot on the sofa.

"Sorry about the Ministerial appointment, Perce! I paid for your pizza!"

"We saw Teddy's robe strewn across the sofa," George piped in, aiming a wink at Teddy, "Reckoned we'd better not go looking for the two of you--Merlin knows what we'd find."

Some of the group laughed while others looked faintly distressed. Percy went red from chin to hairline. There were still a few among the Weasleys that looked on Percy and Teddy's relationship with concern, but for the first time in recent months, Teddy was not unnerved by them. As the evening stretched long with more food and drink and conversation, Teddy even brought up his decision to switch career paths, news he'd been putting off. But tonight was about keeping Percy in high spirits, and nothing spirited him up quite like vocational discourse.

Teddy might have also (very secretly) been hoping to show, in front of the Weasleys, how happy he was beside Percy; because for all his worry, he was happy. These months were possibly his happiest since Gran's death, because Percy understood him like few ever had. Whatever this was between them, it was strong, and it was only getting stronger.

Whatever it was, it wasn't something to shy away from.

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