Bedroom Tumbles

Bedroom Tumbles
Pairing: James/Harry
Warnings and kink: incest, slash, rimming, and enema use (no poo, don’t worry), AU
Rating: NC-17/Mature
Notes: This could have been a bit kinkier, but I somehow lost my kinky muse in the middle of writing this. I may do a sequel if said muse comes back. One of the things I had in mind only appears as an idea that James talks about instead of actually happening. It’s been a while since I’ve done something smutty, so I hope it’s satisfactory.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
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The minute James rolled over onto his side he felt the familiar gangly body laying next to him. Sometimes in the middle of the night, his son Harry would crawl into his bed without him knowing it until he was either tangled up in Harry’s limbs or he would accidentally get smacked in the face with a hand or kicked with a bony foot.

He wondered what kind of nightmare Harry had to drag him into his bed this time.

James was just about to sit up, pondering using the loo, when Harry turned on his side, facing him, and then threw an arm over his torso so that he was now trapped. James regarded his son’s face as he slept on. Harry did look so much like him, except for the small differences. Harry looked so vulnerable while he slept, no glasses, eyes shut, features softened, hair splayed all about… James couldn’t help leaning down and planting a small kiss onto Harry’s forehead.

But in doing so, he had woke his son up. Harry’s eyes slowly opened, just a crack at first, and then Harry’s head lifted up so that he could see the person looming over him better.

“Oh,” said Harry, flushing. “Hello, dad.”

“Good morning, Harry. Sleep well?”

Harry hesitated for a second. “I suppose.”

“After you got into my bed, you mean?” James smiled. Harry smiled back, slightly nervous.

“Um, yeah. Sorry about that, dad.”

“It’s ok, Harry. I’m rather used to it by now. So, what was the nightmare about this time?”

Harry looked away, frowning slightly. Before, when he would ask Harry what his nightmare was, Harry would clam up. But Harry had slowly been opening up to him, telling him most of what his nightmare had been about. It was enough to satisfy James; he didn’t want to pry too much into his son’s privacy.

“It was silly,” said Harry finally. “Just—just silly, and I shouldn’t have come in here…”

“Don’t worry about it. If you really feel the need to be here, then you’re most welcome to. I won’t kick you out.”

Harry smiled.

James knew just why he wouldn’t kick Harry out too. It wasn’t just because he was his son, or because he cared that Harry got enough sleep—he really loved Harry, like a son, of course, but also because he was warm; a warm body to have next to him, a body that he could wrap around and touch and even taste when Harry wasn’t aware; a warm smell that would hit his nostrils, his senses, and make his chest—as well as other things—swell. His son was beautiful, but not feminine. Harry was graceful even though he had those lanky arms and legs and those big, awkward feet and hands, like a growing puppy.

James looked at the time. It was fifteen minutes after five. James yawned and in turn made Harry yawn.

“Let’s go back to sleep,” he said. Harry nodded groggily, sliding against his father and tucked his head under his. “What should I make for breakfast when we get up?”

Harry mumbled something incoherent, but then lifted his head and said, “Pancakes.”

“Of course,” said James, grinning. Harry loved his pancakes. “With extra syrup?”

“And sausage.”

They slept on for another four hours before getting up and having said breakfast. James studied his son closer, noticing little changes, but didn’t comment.

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The next night, James found himself tangled up in his son’s arms and legs again. Harry’s breath was warm and tickled his neck; James moved slowly, trying not to disturb Harry as he tried to rearrange his limbs.

“Dad,” Harry sighed. James froze for a moment, suddenly feeling the unmistakable morning wood against his thigh. James gently moved Harry into a different position and then sat up. He looked down at his son as he slept on.

He was beautiful. For a while now, James had been having unwanted feelings toward his own son. He would mark it off as either missing male company or narcissism. More and more, James would watch how Harry walked, how he moved his hands and arms, how he talked, how he would eat, drink, duck his head in embarrassment, smile, mess up his hair, curl his hands into fists when angry… everything. It was getting so that James thought for sure that he was going crazy.

As Harry slept on, James thought about all these things, and it didn’t help matters much when he was able to stare and observe his son while he lay there next to him.

He did miss Lily, but he thanked God every day for sparing his son. His beautiful, most enchanting son…

“Dad?” Harry’s voice shook him back to reality and he saw that Harry was most definitely awake now. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” James sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Just fine.”

“You’re not,” said Harry. James looked into Harry’s eyes in the dim light. He knew. Harry just knew that his own father was not all right. He knew him that well.

“I will be,” said James with a crooked smile. “Just go back to sleep.”

“I can’t,” said Harry. He snuggled closer to James. “I’m wide awake now.”

Harry’s morning erection brushed against James’s thigh.

“Um, I can feel—er—see that.”

Harry blushed and moved his lower half away from James. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“It’s ok, Harry. Happens to all us men.”

Harry smiled. “You called me a man.”

“Well, aren’t you?”

James held his breath at the look Harry gave him. He wondered if he crossed the line, calling a young teenager a man.

“You think of me as a man?” Harry said finally, eyes glittering. Without knowing why he was doing it, James brought an arm around Harry and pulled him close. Harry laid his head on his father’s shoulder.

“You act like one… most of the time,” he quickly corrected.

“Thank you, dad. That’s the best compliment I’ve ever been given.” And with that, Harry tilted his head up and kissed James smack dab on the lips.

James was shocked for only a couple seconds, but then he was kissing Harry back tentatively, slowly… and Harry tried to open his mouth, but James ended the kiss and moved his head up and away.

“You really shouldn’t have…”

“Why not?” Harry said, sounding a little disappointed. “I used to kiss you before.”

“You were little then, Harry. Children are allowed to peck their parents on the lips… not have full blown snogs with them.”

Even in the near dark, James could tell that Harry was blushing. “I’m sorry, dad. I just thought… well…” Harry trailed off, looking down at the bed.

“You thought what?” James asked softly. Harry stiffened for a moment, but then laid his head back down on James’s shoulder.

“Never mind.”

James wrapped his arms around Harry and they lay back down in the warmth of the sheets. When Harry draped a leg around both of his, James didn’t protest, and nor did he protest when he felt that erection against his hip. Harry sighed into James’s neck as he moved around as if trying to get comfortable—James could feel Harry slowly rutting against him, the tip of Harry’s erection slightly moist. But soon Harry’s movements halted and his breathing slowed down.

It was so very hard not to just pin Harry to the mattress and thrust madly against him.

An hour later, he and Harry were in a deep sleep, but it hadn’t lasted too long. Harry jerked awake, almost kneeing James in the groin, in which woke James up.

“Harry?” he whispered. Harry wrapped his arms and legs around James tightly and buried his face into James’s chest.

“Dad?” he breathed.

“Yes, I’m here…” James said quietly, stroking Harry’s hair. He had a feeling that Harry had another nightmare. He kissed the top of Harry’s head, emitting a soft moan from Harry.

“I’m glad,” Harry said against his sternum, and then he was kissing him there. Harry moved his lips lazily over James’s neck, working his way up. James took hold of Harry’s face and brought it up.

“Harry… don’t…” but then James was staring directly into those soft, green eyes; he was losing the battle.

James didn’t know who moved first, but they were suddenly lip-locked in a kiss that would be considered appropriate for only a married couple. Harry keened softly in his throat, which made James lose even more control. He slowly laid Harry down on the bed as they continued to kiss, open-mouthed and exploring tongues.

“Dad…” Harry murmured. He spread his legs, allowing James to settle his own in between them, and then Harry wrapped his calves around James’s thighs. They slowly began to move against each other. Harry tossed his head back, exposing his throat, and James took advantage of it—kissing and licking it all around, nipping at Harry’s Adam’s apple. Not once was he considering how wrong it all seemed.

James made his way down Harry’s body, swiping his tongue along Harry’s nipple on the way, tonguing his bellybutton, and then planting wet, open-mouthed kisses on his pubic mound. James slid Harry’s boxers off, making Harry’s erection bounce against his belly. James left his socks on.

Harry gripped at his father’s hair as his father moved down his body. He jerked at the feel of James’s mouth over the tip of his erection. Harry spread his legs wider, trying to convey just what he wanted, unsure of how to ask. James seemed to get the hint as he lipped and nibbled at his cock, and then slowly descending to the skin right under his balls. Harry panted, curling his fingers harder in James’s hair.

“I think I know what you’ll like, Harry,” James whispered. He moved even lower, spreading Harry’s ass cheeks with his thumbs, exposing Harry’s winking pink hole. Slowly, James swirled the tip of his tongue around the outside of Harry’s opening. Harry moaned softly as James moved more and more, and then James brought his whole mouth around it and sucked. Harry inhaled sharply.

“Dad, dad, dad,” Harry whimpered. “Please, dad…”

James quickly grabbed his wand from the bedside table to summon something from the bathroom. Harry looked up the moment James caught it and his eyes widened in shock. It looked like an overgrown doctor’s syringe except there was no needle at the end—just a cylinder that came to a point. James tapped his wand on it and it suddenly filled with some sort of green-blue liquid.

Harry’s eyes stayed widened in surprise. “Dad? What—what is that? What are you doing?”

“It’s all right, Harry. Hold still.” James propped Harry’s arse up onto two pillows. “Hold your cheeks apart with your hands.”

Still confused, Harry did as he was told. James maneuvered one end of the thing into Harry’s hole. Harry squeaked and jerked for the cold feel of it and then gasped aloud when he was suddenly being filled.

James pushed on the plunger at the end, forcing the liquid inside Harry. “Clench a bit… atta boy, Harry… hold it in…” James slowly took the enema out of Harry and then quickly conjured a small basin. He held it over Harry’s arse. “Ok, let it out.” Harry unclenched his muscles and the liquid came out. He didn’t put that much in him, just enough to clean him. It was a special potion that helped do such things without a giant mess; it dissolved waste. With a wave of his wand, the basin disappeared.

What James really wanted to do to Harry was to bend him over the toilet or bathtub and squeeze as much of the cleaning potion as he wanted into Harry’s arse until it couldn’t hold anymore and dribbled down his thighs, and then squirted jets and jets of it when he took the enema out. He could do that sometime later, James reasoned. Right now, he wanted to play with Harry’s arse as much as he could tonight.

“All right, Harry?” he asked. Harry nodded, looking flush. James moved down to swipe his tongue along Harry’s twitching hole. “Good.”

Harry whimpered. James moved his tongue around the puckered entrance as much as possible until he felt it soften, and then brought it to a point and slid it inside a little at a time. Harry gasped, gripping at the bed sheets and flexing his arse muscles the moment he felt the intrusion. James thrust his tongue in more and more until his lips were touching the outer rim of Harry’s anus. When James heard Harry wanton groan, James groaned as well and buried himself in Harry’s arse cheeks, pushing his tongue in as far as it would go.

“Dad,” Harry panted. “Dad… daddy…”

James removed himself from Harry, unwillingly, and then kissed his way back up to lick at Harry’s cock. He pushed back the foreskin gently, lapped around the sensitive head, and then sucked it into his mouth. Harry jumped at the feel of his cock’s head being exposed and then enveloped in his father’s warm mouth. Harry tried to buck into James’s throat, but James stopped him.

James looked up Harry’s body as he rolled Harry’s balls gently. Harry had his head turned against the pillow and was biting his lower lip, eyes screwed shut. James planted small kisses along Harry’s length as he moved up, taking care to pay attention to Harry’s nipples again, before turning Harry’s face toward his and kissing him.

“Dad…”

“I want you, Harry.”

James didn’t know what made him say it, but he did. Harry froze and James had a sinking feeling that he went too far. And then, without a word, Harry sneaked his hand down and grasped James’s cock a little awkwardly. James gasped, burying his face into Harry’s neck as his son, his only son, jerked him off.

“Go ahead,” Harry said in such a bedroom voice that James forgot everything.

Harry was already so lubed up from the enema that James could stick two fingers inside easily. He found Harry’s prostate with no problem, bringing Harry to a thrusting frenzy. So he wouldn’t lose his nerve, James took out his fingers and then carefully slid his leaking cock up to Harry’s hole, and then angled his hips down a little and pushed. Harry let out a strangled cry and threw his head back as James’s cock stretched him—filled him. Instinctively, Harry clenched around his father’s dick, forcing a low growl from James. When he couldn’t go any further, James didn’t stop moving—he couldn’t stop. He did a few shallow thrusts at first, but then as Harry’s arse loosened more and more, he sped up and elongated his strokes. Soon he was pounding into Harry’s body with abandon. Harry brought his legs around James’s back and locked his ankles together so that he could thrust along with James. They pushed and pulled against one another, Harry gripping at James’s arms and shoulders as his father thrust into him over and over, Harry’s hips lifting off the bed. Harry let out a series of long whimpers and moans every time James went balls deep in him.

“Oh, daddy… oh, daddy…”

“Touch yourself, Harry… I want to see…”

Harry shakingly brought a hand down between their bodies and fisted himself hard as he pushed up to meet his father’s thrusts. It didn’t take long at all and Harry was coming long, pearly strings of semen all over his knuckles and belly and his father’s belly. When Harry finished, James got on his hunches, grabbed hold of Harry’s knees, pushed them up as high as they’ll go, and spread them as he continued to fuck his son mercilessly. Harry gasped shrilly at the different angle, but kept gyrating his body against his father’s.

A few thrusts later, James was coming. He pulled himself out so that he could come all over Harry’s balls and cock; first bits of his come seeped out from Harry’s pulsing hole. Harry moaned at the sight of his father’s seed all over him, mixing with his own.

“Oh, fuck, dad…”

James leaned down and kissed him soundly.

“Watch your language.”

Harry grinned impishly. “I see how it is. Do it but don’t say it.”

“Think you’re smart now, eh?” James said sternly, but the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “Do you know what I do to smart mouthed brats like you?”

“I can take a guess,” Harry said smugly.

“I give them something else to do with their mouth…”

“Just me, I hope.”

“Cheeky little prat,” said James affectionately.

Harry leaned up and kissed his father again. James secretly hoped that Harry would continue to be a cheeky prat so that he could punish his son his way.

End.