Let me love you, Dad

Title: Let me love you, Dad

Pairing: Harry/James

Warnings and contents: Slash, incest, AU, PWP, slight chan (?)

Challenge: for the Unspeakable site – one line: “Let me love you, Dad, please.” Bottom!James, and three words: Quidditch, rain, and hot chocolate.

Notes: I’ve wanted to do something in the squick or incest category for a while now, and my new love for James/Harry helped out a bit. ^_^ Harry is 15 here.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, which is a shame, really.

Last warning; if you don’t like this kind of story, then don’t read. Simple as that.

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“Harry!” James called from the back door. The rain was pouring down like mad, so James had to don his violent purple umbrella. “Harry, get your arse in here before you catch your death of cold!”

“Awwww!” James heard his son say as he began his descent to the ground. “But I need to practice in the rain. You know that the weather doesn’t stop Quidditch.”

“Yes, I know… but you must learn to pace yourself, Harry. If you practice too much in the rain, there could be dire consequences.”

Harry slung his broomstick over his shoulder and walked the last few feet toward his father, boots squishing through the wet grass. He moved so that he was underneath his father’s umbrella. Looking up, glasses streaked with rain, he smiled and James smiled back. James couldn’t help staring into those beautiful green eyes.

“I won’t get sick,” Harry said.

“You don’t know that,” said James. He draped an arm around Harry’s shoulders as he turned to steer them toward the door. “Let’s get you inside where it’s warm and dry. You’ll have to take those wet clothes off as well and get into something comfortable.”

James shook his umbrella before folding it up and placing it into the holder. Harry shook his head, sending sprays of water all over James in the process, earning him a half-hearted glare. Harry laughed as he toed off his wet boots by the door, and hurried to the bathroom before his father could retaliate.

“You should take a shower too, Harry.” James said.

“All right, dad,” said Harry, and then he shut the bathroom door. James sighed and then made his way to the kitchen. On such a rainy day, the best thing, in James opinion, was a nice cup of hot chocolate. It was such days as these that made James nostalgic. It was on a stormy day like this that his wife had been killed during Auror duty. One of the many reasons why he had quit working as one and took up a safer job—Quidditch coach for Hogwarts. Madam Hooch needed to retire anyway.

James also had a dirty little secret. Ever since Harry turned thirteen, he had noticed just how much his son had grown. Growing up himself, he had taken many girls and boys as lovers. One, of course, had been Sirius, his best mate. Later on, during their sixth year, however, Sirius and Lupin had grown closer and therefore became more of a couple than Sirius and James ever been. James chewed on the inside of his cheek at the memory. He had always had a crush on Lily Evans; of course, that was not much of a secret. They married right after graduation, and then a year later, Lily was pregnant with their son Harry.

But James still longed for another man’s touch. When Harry obviously began puberty, it made James question his sanity. He found himself staring at Harry, thinking such perverse things that scared him. So many things were wrong with this picture. For one, Harry was his son. Another, Harry was only fifteen years old. He had just had his birthday about two weeks ago, which had been a blast. James had to keep his protectiveness and possessiveness in line whenever he saw Sirius or Remus hug Harry… and even when Harry’s friends had come over, hugging him, getting close to him, kissing him on the cheek… it made James burn with shameful jealousy.

Harry walked into the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of really small shorts, which immediately brought James back to reality. Harry was still dripping wet from the shower, and James couldn’t help staring at the small droplets that ran slowly down Harry’s long neck and down to his collarbone and chest. James shifted his position at the kitchen counter covertly as he dipped a spoon into Harry’s mug and began to rapidly stir the cocoa mix into the hot water.

“Don’t drip on the table,” he told Harry when Harry sat down on a stool next to the counter.

Harry gave his dad a look that said: ‘I KNOW that, dad, I’m not stupid!’ James gave him a ‘don’t even think of arguing with me’ look back. Harry sighed, and then slipped off the stool to go find what James figured was a towel. Harry re-entered the kitchen with a towel on his head, rubbing it vigorously through his hair. James’s hand stilled as he watched Harry, practically mesmerized.

“Are we drinking our hot chocolate in here or by the fireplace?” Harry asked. James was usually lenient about having things to eat or drink in the other rooms. Sometimes they sat on the couch, sitting side-by-side, sipping hot cocoa and doing crosswords together, or just generally talking about anything and everything, including Quidditch.

“We can go have them in the den,” James said. Harry took his cup from his father, and together they went to sit by the fireplace. It already had a fire lit inside the moment they entered. They sat next to each other, holding their cups carefully as they did so. Harry teasingly bumped his hip against his father’s, emitting a blushing smile to form of James’s face.

Harry sipped his hot chocolate slowly as he leered at his father. James was trying very hard not to stare at his son. He was too beautiful, James thought. He knew that Harry looked just like him in many ways, that others have always told Harry that they seemed like twins. Harry’s eyes, however, were a startling green, like his mother’s. James couldn’t help staring into them whenever he talked to Harry face to face. Harry really shot up a few inches since last summer. He not only grew taller, but his body was definitely showing a lot of promise.

“What do you want to do or talk about?” James asked, trying to concentrate on only his cup of cocoa.

“Um… I have a question,” said Harry, in an almost shy tone.

“All right, ask away.”

Harry laid his cup of hot chocolate down on the coffee table, took a deep breath, and then mumbled: “How does one know for sure whether or not they’re gay?”

James nearly spilled his cocoa. He looked at Harry, who was now sporting a pink blush.

“You want to know… Harry, are you… do you fancy…”

“I think so,” said Harry, hurryingly.

“Oh.”

There was a pregnant pause.

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with that. I like women and men.”

Harry blushed, staring down at his hot chocolate. “I think I do too,” he said.

James carefully placed a hand on Harry’s back and rubbed it gently in a reassuring manner. Harry sighed, and then he leaned his body against his father’s. James froze, not too sure just what he should do. His mind was screaming for him to push Harry away, that this was all wrong, but another part of him told him to take the opportunity now before it was too late. While James was having this inner turmoil, Harry took the cup out of his hands and placed it next to his own, and then he circled his arms around his father’s body.

“Harry, wait…” James choked. “What are you doing?”

“I…” Harry blushed again, burying his face into James’s shoulder. James sighed, and then put an arm around Harry and pulled him close. Harry traced a pattern with his finger right above the hem of James’s jeans. He moved his hand higher and higher until it reached the back of James’s neck to play with a few loose strands of hair. James shivered.

“Harry…” coherent and intelligent thoughts had fled his mind. The only thing that occupied it now was images of Harry. Harry on his back in bed… Harry against the wall… Harry over him, mouth open and head tossed back in throes of passion…

“Dad…” Harry said in James’s ear, low and rumbling. “I want to know what it’s like…”

“You—you’re asking the wrong person, Harry… I’m your father…”

“You’ve had experience… you’re into guys, like I am… and I trust you…”

“No, Harry… don’t…” James couldn’t string up any more arguments. His brain seemed to have suddenly left his head, and his trousers felt a lot tighter.

After a few more pleads and excuses, James finally gave up. He couldn’t help thinking of the times he had seen Harry pleasuring himself—times when he had accidentally saw Harry half naked, with his hard cock in his hand, on the brink of orgasm, and then the moments when Harry reached his orgasm, screaming or groaning aloud. It almost seemed as if Harry had been deliberately teasing him these passed weeks.

“I’m not a child, you know,” said Harry. He raised his head up to kiss James’s cheek.

James turned his head, nearly bumping noses and clinking glasses together.

“I know you’re not, Harry,” he whispered. He could no longer control his hormones. “You’re growing up to be such a handsome young man.”

Harry leaned forward a bit, tilting his head, and then his lips were on James’s. James slowly wrapped his arms around his son and brought him into a tight embrace. Their kiss became more and more heated, if only a little sloppy, and tongues met and wrestled excitingly. James never felt this aroused in such a long, long time.

“Love me?” Harry said against his father’s lips. James shivered, only able to nod as he got kissed again, slowly, tentatively, passionately…

Harry pushed against James, and then James was on his back on the couch, allowing Harry to lie on top of him, kissing him hard and needy. James let his hands roam over Harry’s nearly naked body. Harry quivered in excitement and arousal as he felt James’s hands on his, their lips locked in an intense kiss.

James gripped at Harry’s arse, pulling him hard against his erection between his legs. Their kiss ended; Harry looked down at James, eyes clouded with such feral need and possession. He ran a hand through Harry’s still slightly damp hair, stopped at the very back of his head and then grasped some hair into his fist. Harry kept his little hips thrusting against James, and all James could do was ride it out. If this was all his son wanted from him, that was just fine with him.

Harry leaned down again, tasting his father’s lips again. When Harry released his lips once more, Harry looked even more determined than before, and it almost scared him.

“Let me love you, Dad… please.”

James inhaled sharply, in complete shock.

“I—I don’t know, Harry… that’s hardly something that we—” James gasped when Harry had suddenly slipped a hand between them and slid it into the front of his trousers, nimble fingers wrapping around his cock. Harry was now chest to bare chest with him, hips still grinding against him, but not as fast as before.

“I want you, Daddy…” Harry moaned.

“Harry!” James cried. “Don’t…” a gasp, “don’t call me that… it’s… oh god, Harry…”

Harry undid James’s trousers and pulled out his cock, stroking it evenly. James couldn’t stop himself from moaning or shivering… it’s been way too long since he’d had any kind of physical contact like this. Harry scooted down, face between James’s thighs, mouth inches away from the head of his cock, breathing hotly on it. James looked down, unable to fully believe this was all happening. With a glazed look, Harry stared at James, and then slowly sucked in the head of James’s cock.

“Holy shit…” James groaned. Just the mere sight of Harry’s little mouth stretching over his dick was almost enough to put him over the edge. He closed his eyes, willing himself not to come yet. He felt one of Harry’s hands cup at his balls while the other stood his prick up. Harry’s mouth slowly descended, taking in James’s cock as much as he could, and swallowed. “Oh, fuck…” James murmured.

Harry carefully released James’s cock to give him a smug grin, and then went down on him again.

James panted, staring up at the ceiling of the den, trying not to look down at his angel of a son as he continued to suck him off. And then, almost too soon, Harry’s mouth was gone, and James missed the warmth. Before he knew what was going on, he felt more naked than before.

“Harry? What the…”

Somehow, Harry had slid his trousers down and off his body without him fully realizing it. Before he could say more, Harry had pushed James’s legs apart and began to lick and kiss him everywhere he could. Harry started by carefully placing one of his testicles into his mouth, sucking ever so gently, and then switched over to the other one.

“Harry?” James asked in a daze. “Have you—have you done this before?”

“Not necessarily,” Harry said, breathing hotly against his skin. “But I do know what I like, so you must like the same thing…”

James gripped at Harry’s shoulders. “Harry… we shouldn’t—this isn’t right…”

Harry looked up at James and their eyes met. Both were glazed with lust.

“It feels right to me.” Harry said.

“Oh God…” James moaned, and then Harry’s mouth was suddenly on his arsehole. “Harry!”

“Mmm…” Harry probed his tongue into his father’s tight ring of muscle. “You like that?”

James found Harry’s messy mop of hair again and grasped it hard. He couldn’t help it any longer. James wrapped a hand around his cock and gave it a few tugs as he watched and felt his son lapping at his hole, his head bobbing back and forth.

“I want you, dad…”

“I told you not to call me that,” James panted, gripping at Harry’s hair in warning.

“Sorry,” Harry looked up sheepishly. “James…”

James moaned, and then brought Harry up by the ears for a deep kiss. His breath didn’t smell like roses, but at the moment, James could care less.

Harry snaked out of his shorts, his cock bouncing out, rubbing against James’s inside leg. James reached down and began to stroke Harry’s cock slowly. Harry moaned very softly in his throat, and then slid his father’s shirt up to find a nipple. James arched as Harry latched onto him, suckling and nibbling gently. James felt like such a wanton little schoolgirl.

“I want to be inside…” Harry said, huskily, slapping his erection lightly on James’s entrance. James almost had to laugh at Harry’s obvious porn action, but then stopped short, knowing that laughing at his son now would ruin things.

“Hold out your hand,” James commanded. He took out his wand from his trousers\' back pocket (which was lying right next to him on the floor) and then tapped it against Harry’s palm. He muttered something, and then there was slick, oily stuff all over Harry’s hands. Harry smiled shyly as he rubbed it over his erection, and then slipped it across James’s hole. “Prepare me,” James said, “with two fingers… yes, like that…” he bucked his hips.

Harry smiled and complied with his father’s orders. He fingered James’s hole, and when he found a peculiar spot inside, James moaned loudly and thrust back into Harry’s hand. Harry was smiling like a loon now as he watched his Dad rock back and forth on the couch, shuddering, mouth open in a silent scream.

With a flash of incredible urgency, Harry took his fingers out of James with a small pop, and then immediately pushed his cock halfway into James’s body. James clenched around him, looking up at Harry with something like shock.

“Don’t—don’t stop now,” James whispered.

Harry gulped, nerves racked with arousal. He pushed his cock the rest of the way inside, carefully, painstakingly. James snarled, and then snapped his hips upward, embedding the rest of Harry deep inside. Harry and James let out a loud moan at the same time.

“Am I—am I hurting you?”

“Move, Harry!” James gasped, thrusting his hips against his son and squeezing around his cock.

“Da—James!” Harry groaned, and had no other choice but to comply. He moved in and out with tight, shallow thrusts at first. James grunted as they moved as one; Harry’s bent over him, body pressed so tightly against James’s as they rocked hard against each other.

“Oh, yes, Harry… that’s so good…”

“Ohhh… Oh, God!” Harry panted.

“Yes… longer strokes… yessss… just—like—that!”

Harry groaned as he elongated his thrusts, pounding harder and harder into James. Their mouths clashed together in a scorching, greedy kiss—both trembling and so close to orgasm.

“Touch me, Harry,” James managed to say. Harry’s hand flew down and wedged between them to grip at James’s aching cock. He only needed to squeeze and stroke him a few times before James’s cock twitched and then spilled out his semen over them both. James gasped Harry’s name, butt cheeks clenching hard around Harry, pulling Harry right over the edge. Harry cried out, coming so hard that he saw little lights flashing across his eyelids.

Panting heavily, they held onto one another, sweaty and disheveled. Harry buried his face into the crook of James’s neck, and James laid his cheek on top of Harry’s head.

Not knowing what exactly to say, James decided to go the Sirius way.

“Looks like you need another shower,” he said.

Harry snorted in amusement, but then kissed James’s neck.

“I think you need one too.”

“Touché.” James grinned.

It took them a while to get up from the couch, too sated and happy to move.

END!