To Catch a Killer

~ ~ Chapter four ~ ~

That night Harry found himself in mid wank, picturing Albus riding his cock while he sat in his office chair. He was getting so close to coming when his fireplace started screaming.

“Potter! Potter! Where the bloody hell are you!” Cormack's voice almost instantly made Harry's cock start to shrink.

“Fucking hell!” Harry shouted, pulling his quilt up over him as he stood and covered his unrelieved cock. He walked over to the fireplace, his feet thumping loudly with each step and scowled at his boss. “What the fucking hell do you want!”

Cormack gave him an equally harsh scowl. “Watch your tone with me, Potter!”

Harry's clock chimed three times. “This is my house, my time and it's fucking three in the morning. You'll take any tone I give. Now why are you shouting at me while I'm trying to sleep?”

“There's another body. Get to Diagon Alley now.” Cormack turned out of the fire, reappearing a second later. “On second thought,” he said, giving Harry a nauseated look, “first put some clothes on. The last thing any of us want to see is your white girly legs.”

Harry threw an empty floo powder tin into the smouldering embers, a futile attempt at hitting Cormack. “First rate git!” he shouted, turning around and dropping the quilt on he bed. He moved his bare feet around the dimly lit floor in an effort to find his pants.

“Dad? What's going on?” Albus asked, sleepily rubbing his left eye.

Harry jumped and squealed like a first year. “Damn it, Al. Don't do that.”

“S-sorry,” Al yawned. “What's going on?”

Finding his pants, Harry quickly kicked them under his bed, as they were actually Al's. “Nothing, go back to bed.” He walked over to his wardrobe searching for some pants. “Damn it!”

“Somethings going on. I heard shouting! What you looking for?”

“Al! It's just work stuff. I have to go into work now, and I can't find any pants,” Harry said, growing more angry. Cormack had a lot of nerve yelling at him in his own home.

“So-sorry,” Al yawned again, walking over to Harry. “I forgot to do the laundry today.”

Chafed, Harry gave his son a very angry look. Fortunately it was still mostly dark in his room. And then it got really weird. It was as if time had gone into slow motion, or he was again having a wet dream, although he would never admit to it. Al stood in front of Harry, bent down and rummaged through the bottom of Harry's wardrobe for a clean pair of pants. Harry was watching Al as he bent over at Harry's feet. His cock started to grow, and Harry was horrified. Not only was he getting hard again, but there was a long string of precome, from his wanking earlier, dangling off the head of his cock. And then it happened. Harry tried to grab it but in the half second he saw it, started reaching for it, it fell and Al stood up.

“Don't see any either, Dad,” Al said, as the string of precome pooled on the top of Al's right foot.

Harry was going to be sick. How in Merlin's bollocks could this night get any worse? Al was going to get appalled at him - he was going to loathe him - move in with his mother - tell everyone Harry was a sick, bloody, perv of a father... and then Al spoke.

“I really am sorry I forgot.”

“Well,” Harry said, his voice breaking in his two second paranoia. “If you'd just focus on one thing at a time...”

Al groaned. “I know, I know. You always say that.” Grabbing the waist band of his black y-fronts Al pulled them off. “Here take these. I put them on after I took a shower, so they're basically clean.”

Harry's heart started racing and he started to protest but his cock was now visibly growing harder and he needed to cover himself before Al noticed. He took the pants and turned toward the bed, sucked in his stomach and pulled them on quickly before picking his trousers up off the floor. They were a far sight tighter than was reasonable, but he was in a hurry, and they were of course, Al's. “Thanks, they'll have to do.”

“I know they're a little short for you, but they're clean. Why we always have to leave the house with clean pants I still don't get. Here, put these trousers on, those are dirty,” Al said, handing Harry a pair of trousers from the wardrobe. “And I promise I'll do the laundry first thing.”

“Okay, but eat breakfast first if I'm not back in time to cook it for you,” Harry said, getting dressed. Facing Al's retreating body in the dark he stopped short. Just as Al had reached the door, he brought his right foot up and scooped Harry's come off his foot with a finger. Harry's heart raced faster, but he thought for a moment that Al put the finger in his mouth.

~ ~ tbc ~ ~