Not leaving

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January 26, 2006-Added A/N: ATTENTION ALL READERS: For the many people that flame the Pottercest (specifically this fic), you are the ones that entered the James/Harry subsection of AFF.net. If the only reason you come here is to flame, that is considered trolling and will be reported to the adminstrators of this website. Also, I have posted the warnings on the summary of this fic with also an added note that if you do not like this sort of fic, do not read. Flames are not welcome and just show your ignorance at being unable to read a summary. I did not force you to read this fic, so don't feel that you have to. If you are just here to bitch or call me a fucking incestual child molester, then please feel free to fuck off. As many of the others that write incest, bondage, golden showers, other such fic, we DO NOT practice them in RL. They are simply plot bunnies that come to us and need to be written down. *steps off soapbox* For all real readers, I thank you for doing so and appreciate your feedback. You are all most wonderful.

Not leaving by Killer the cat

James woke from his nap with a start as a small body flung itself onto his bed. He opened his eyes slowly to see his son, Harry, staring back intently. James wrapped the bed sheet around his body and sat up carefully so it would not slip and expose his bare form beneath.

“Harry?” James questioned in a sleep ridden voice. He was still a little disoriented as he reached over to his bedside table to fumble for his glasses. After putting them on, he looked back at his son, surprised to see tears glistening at the corners of his Harry’s eyes. “What’s wrong, love?”

Harry shook his head and thrust a piece of parchment at his father. “It just arrived,” he replied in a broken voice. His slender body was shaking with silent sobs as James hurriedly took the parchment and scanned it quickly.

Attempting to hold back his smile of relief, James let out a drawn out sigh. The post was a rejection of admission from Hogwarts for young Harry. A small part of James had wanted Harry to follow in his and Lily’s footsteps and go to school at Hogwarts, but a bigger part of James did not want to lose his son for nine months out of the year. After Lily had died giving birth to Harry, he was all James had left in the world and he loved his boy dearly. More than he should, most people would say.

“I am sorry, love,” James said in faux sincerity as he gathered the eleven year old in his arms. He pressed kisses to the top of raven colored head. “I must admit though, I am rather happy I do not have to see you go. I would miss you a great deal.”

Harry looked up at James with watery eyes, biting his lower lip. “I would miss you too, Dad, but I wanted to go and make you proud of me.”

James smiled down at the emerald eyes and pushed Harry’s hair off of his face. “I am proud of you,” James stated fiercely. “I will always be proud of you.” Using his thumb, James pried Harry’s precious lip from the firm grasp of his teeth and rubbed the wounded lip gently. No longer being able to restrain himself, he leaned down and captured Harry’s lips in his own. Much to his surprise and pleasure, Harry kissed him back and wrapped his stick like arms around him.

“Dad?” Harry asked in small voice as the kiss broke apart.

James’ hands moved to the front of Harry’s pajama covered chest and started rubbing their way down to the bottoms. “Ssh, Harry. Dad will make it all better. You want him to, yes?”

Harry gave a small, pitiful whimper as James took a hold of his small cock. “Yes, Daddy,” he answered back in a whisper.

After kissing him one more time, James flashed his son a winning smile as he laid his boy on his back and sat between his legs. Gingerly he lowered Harry’s pajama bottoms and pulled them off the boy, revealing his son’s half-hardness. He gripped the small length and began placing tender kisses all along the sides of it. Never breaking contact with his boy, he parted his mouth and took in the erection an inch at a time.

Harry’s eyes glazed over as his father swallowed him whole. He felt a unique sensation in his lower regions; it was if they were coming to a boil and it felt like the most blissful he had ever had the pleasure of feeling. His small hips began to arch up into James’ mouth, to meet it’s furious pace.

James smiled around his mouthful when he saw Harry coming close to the edge. Holding onto Harry’s hips tightly, he swirled his tongue around his boy’s prick. He was rewarded for his efforts by his young son shuddering ferociously in a dry orgasm. He was slightly disappointed that his reward was without tangible evidence, but knew it was only a matter of time before that would no longer be the case. Picking himself off his spot on the bed, James scooted closer to the headboard and gathered his still quivering son in his arms. He placed soft kisses along the sweating brow on the angelic face.

“Feeling better?” he asked as he cradled the once upset boy.

Harry nodded his head adamantly and gazed adoringly at his father. “Much. I don’t want to leave you, Dad.” He looked around at his surroundings as if seeing them for the first time. After a moment he dropped his gaze to the bedcovers and traced them shyly with his finger. “Can I stay in here and nap with you?” he asked quietly.

James grinned broadly and covered them both up with the sheet. “You can stay in here as long as you like.”

A small smile gracing his lips, Harry’s eyes fluttered closed and he snuggled closer to his father.