"Winter Sun", Teddy/James, R
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traintracksTitle: Winter Sun
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traintracks
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Teddy/James
Rating: R
Word Count: 440
Warnings: some angst, secret sex/love (If you want to say that's because they grew up like brothers, who am I to stop you? ;-) I see their ages here as maybe 25/18, btw.)
Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything, least of all anything having to do with Harry Potter.
A/N: This is for adventdrabbles and prompt #25: winter sunshine.
Teddy's favorite times were coming down out of the mountains, seared, sooty, and exhausted, and coming home to the Potter house, getting clean for the first time in months, getting away from the dragons, away from bitterly cold nights of nothing but wind and altitude.
His favorite times were soaking in hot baths again, the peace of the countryside around him, waking up before anyone else, making coffee, and sitting in the kitchen reading the paper and waiting for everyone to come down – Harry's ready smile, Al and Lily's grumpy faces.
James.
His favorite times were getting to see James – watching him play Quidditch out in the blaring valley sun, listening to him laugh at Hugo's terrible jokes, watching him clean his broom with exquisite care, those graceful hands slow and tender.
Teddy's favorite times were pulling him out of the winter sun and into the cold shade, alone. His favorite times were sliding his palms up under Jamie's shirt, gripping naked skin and making him whimper. Teddy's favorite times were stealing messy kisses against the trunk of a tree, writhing against one another until they were almost there.
Almost there.
His favorite times were eating dinner all together – the warm kitchen all dough-smelling and apple-y and tart and savory good. And Jamie's eyes over his glass, full of the future, full of Teddy.
His favorite times were in the middle of the night, sliding into him from behind, Jamie's open-mouthed groans muffled by his pillow and a handful of magic. Skin to skin after so long. So bloody long. All night until they were exhausted and still they wouldn't have had enough of each other. Jamie's hand reaching back and gripping his thigh hard while they rocked, while he came.
Teddy's favorite times were those days after – short days and endless dark nights – meeting, breaking apart, silence and joy.
The worst part was going back.
The worst part was when the holiday was over, the wrapping paper ripped, the bright sunny cold turned to cloudy snow. The worst was saying goodbye in private, their hands all over one another, their mouths, everything frenzied and painful and too much. The worst was saying goodbye in front of the others – back-banging hugs like they weren't lovers, agonized looks, furtive whispers against a neck.
And then separation. Then mountains and work and magic and dragons and fires at night to keep warm, but not James.
Only owls and code and impossible longing.
Until Spring. Until things bloomed between them once more, fresh and hot and lovely.
And until then…both of them remembering all of their favorite moments under the flickering blue stars.
Author:
traintracksFandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Teddy/James
Rating: R
Word Count: 440
Warnings: some angst, secret sex/love (If you want to say that's because they grew up like brothers, who am I to stop you? ;-) I see their ages here as maybe 25/18, btw.)
Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything, least of all anything having to do with Harry Potter.
A/N: This is for adventdrabbles and prompt #25: winter sunshine.
Teddy's favorite times were coming down out of the mountains, seared, sooty, and exhausted, and coming home to the Potter house, getting clean for the first time in months, getting away from the dragons, away from bitterly cold nights of nothing but wind and altitude.
His favorite times were soaking in hot baths again, the peace of the countryside around him, waking up before anyone else, making coffee, and sitting in the kitchen reading the paper and waiting for everyone to come down – Harry's ready smile, Al and Lily's grumpy faces.
James.
His favorite times were getting to see James – watching him play Quidditch out in the blaring valley sun, listening to him laugh at Hugo's terrible jokes, watching him clean his broom with exquisite care, those graceful hands slow and tender.
Teddy's favorite times were pulling him out of the winter sun and into the cold shade, alone. His favorite times were sliding his palms up under Jamie's shirt, gripping naked skin and making him whimper. Teddy's favorite times were stealing messy kisses against the trunk of a tree, writhing against one another until they were almost there.
Almost there.
His favorite times were eating dinner all together – the warm kitchen all dough-smelling and apple-y and tart and savory good. And Jamie's eyes over his glass, full of the future, full of Teddy.
His favorite times were in the middle of the night, sliding into him from behind, Jamie's open-mouthed groans muffled by his pillow and a handful of magic. Skin to skin after so long. So bloody long. All night until they were exhausted and still they wouldn't have had enough of each other. Jamie's hand reaching back and gripping his thigh hard while they rocked, while he came.
Teddy's favorite times were those days after – short days and endless dark nights – meeting, breaking apart, silence and joy.
The worst part was going back.
The worst part was when the holiday was over, the wrapping paper ripped, the bright sunny cold turned to cloudy snow. The worst was saying goodbye in private, their hands all over one another, their mouths, everything frenzied and painful and too much. The worst was saying goodbye in front of the others – back-banging hugs like they weren't lovers, agonized looks, furtive whispers against a neck.
And then separation. Then mountains and work and magic and dragons and fires at night to keep warm, but not James.
Only owls and code and impossible longing.
Until Spring. Until things bloomed between them once more, fresh and hot and lovely.
And until then…both of them remembering all of their favorite moments under the flickering blue stars.
