Feel the Heat

Sweat poured down Albus Potter’s brow, flowing into his eyes, stinging them with its saltiness. He blinked furiously to clear his vision and forced himself to focus on the young man across from him. Scorpius Malfoy was smiling, that damned, mocking smile that Albus wanted to wipe off his face twenty times a day, the smile that said, louder than words, I told you so. “Never been in a sauna, have you, Potter?” he asked in the sardonic drawl that the Malfoys had to pass down from father to son.

Albus hated Scorpius’ drawl.

He hated his ice-blonde hair, his intensely blue eyes, his high cheekbones, his pointed chin, and most especially his lean, hard, finely-muscled, and, at the moment, completely naked body.

That body stretched over to pick up a wooden ladle in the half-full bucket that lay next to the heated stones that were making Albus’ life miserable. He dipped the ladle in the water and poured the water over the stones, smiling (that damn smile) as the water hit and turned to steam with a sharp hiss.

It was one week after Graduation Day at Hogwarts. Albus and Scorpius, now eighteen, had taken their NEWTs and were trying not to think of their results. As a graduation present, Scorpius’ dad had given them a week alone at Malfoy Manor; he didn’t have a problem with their unlikely and somewhat bizarre relationship.

Unlike my dad, Albus thought—and then pushed the thought out of his head to go back to hating Scorpius.

Scorpius leaned back, his arms folded behind his head. He didn’t look like his skin was about to boil off. Yeah, sure, he was sweating, but it only accentuated the chiseled muscularity of his frame. His hair wasn’t even out of pace.

I hate you, Albus thought silently.

Aloud, he said, “I’m fine. It’s just hotter than I thought it would be. I’m not used to it.”

Scorpius chuckled. “So I see. And yeah, I admit, it’s not really fair. I’ve been using the sauna ever since Father had it built when I was eight. You should have seen me then. I looked like you do now.”

“Really?”

“Well, not completely like you do now,” Scorpius smirked. He reached over and between Albus’ legs to the rampaging erection Albus had sprouted the second they had entered the sauna. “I didn’t have anything like this, for example.”

“Still don’t,” Albus said sourly.

“Nope, I don’t,” said Scorpius, glancing down at his own swollen member. Albus easily had him beat for size. “But then, you’ve never complained, have you?”

“Not about that. This, on the other hand………”

“Well,” Scorpius said, “I’m just going to have to take your mind off the heat.” He slid over on the bench until he was next to his boyfriend.

“Really?” Albus replied, in a surprisingly good imitation of Scorpius’ drawl. “And how do you plan to do that?”

Scorpius smiled again, and somehow, this one seemed much more appealing—and more promising—than the other had been. His hand drifted over and stroked the inside of Albus’ thigh. Albus grinned wolfishly and said, with perfectly feigned innocence, “Why, Scorpius, whatever are you doing?”

Scorpius’ smile grew wider, and he got up off the bench and squatted in front of Albus. His lips and tongue brushed against Albus’ thighs—first the left, then the right—and then he got down to business.

Albus’ throbbing cock and balls were dripping with sweat, sweat Scorpius licked off almost as soon as it formed. His mouth opened to accept Albus inside, and he immediately took the whole thing in, no mean feat considering how long and how thick Albus was, gliding his lips down the shaft to the very base, his throat muscles working the sensitive head.

Albus moaned in sheer pleasure and leaned back in contented bliss, his hand lazily massaging Scorpius’ shoulders and the back of his neck. “Feels good,” he murmured.

Scorpius didn’t answer, his mouth being too full of Albus. His head bobbed up and down in a fluid, easy motion, then he let Albus’ cock out with a loud POP!, almost making Albus jump in startlement. Scorpius licked the slit, which was already dripping with a liquid that was definitely not sweat, and played his tongue along the head.

Albus shuddered. Scorpius looked up, still grinning; he knew he gave good head and he especially liked to see Albus’ reactions. He started sucking again, even as he climbed back onto the bench next to his boyfriend and began to jerk his own member.

Scorpius began to bob his head faster, and Albus moaned and squirmed under Scorpius’ attentions. His hand slid across Scorpius’ chest to flick the nipple that was the blonde’s weak spot. Scorpius stopped sucking with a gasp, and Albus twisted and stroked the nipple.

“Like that?”

“You—GASP!!!—know I do……”

“Like this, too?” Albus squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger, as hard as he could. Scorpius’ body arched and he half-fell, half-dropped off the bench.

“Yeah, too much!” he gasped, giggling. “And speaking of things we like too much.”

He began to lick at Albus’ dick again, letting his tongue travel in quick, short strikes along the shaft, then Albus’ balls, then his taint, all the while forcing the other man’s legs into the air—until the pink rosebud of Albus’ arse was in range.

Scorpius licked at the entrance way for a long time. Sometimes his tongue gave one long stroke, sometimes two or three short ones. Albus’s eyes were closed and his face was twisted into a mask of unbearable pleasure as he jerked himself off and Scorpius continued to tongue fuck him.

“Oh, Merlin, Scor……you’re going to make me shoot!” Albus groaned.

“Not yet.” Scorpius backed off. “Stand up.”

Albus did, and Scorpius went back to devouring his dick, his tongue and lips bringing Albus closer, ever closer, to the climax they both knew was coming. When Scorpius moved his attentions to Albus’ balls, Albus would jerk at his aching dick, to keep it hard—not that he needed any help with Scorpius naked and kneeling before him.

And then the eruption started, spurt after spurt, and Scorpius arched himself up, catching as much of Albus’ jizz on his chest as he could, even as his own eruption started, shooting up his torso to mingle with Albus’.

Albus bent over and kissed Scorpius long and hard, leaning on him for support. “That was awesome,” he gasped.

“It’s even better in the hot tub,” Scorpius murmured.

“Hot tub? You never told me you had a hot tub!”

“Oh, didn’t I? How silly of me. I guess that means you don’t want to try it……” Scorpius smirked as Albus got that look on his face of adorable exasperation on his face again. “Oh, well, if you’re willing……”

“I’ll show you how willing I am.” Albus grabbed Scorpius under the arms and hauled him to his feet, kissed him once, and then bent over and swept Scorpius off his feet. “Where to?” he asked.

Scorpius, his arms around Albus’ neck, directed his lover as Albus carried him to the tub. Along the way, he murmured a quick Cleaning Charm to get the now-hard stickiness off of their bodies; Albus had a suspicion that Scor’s father would kill him if the tub got clogged.

They reached the tub, and Albus hesitated. “So,” he said in a near-perfect imitation of Scorpius’ drawl, “do I just drop you in, or what?”

He winced as Scorpius’ grip around his neck tightened. “You WOULDN’T!” Scorpius cried, seriously alarmed.

“Well, well, well,” Albus smirked, “NOW who’s afraid to try something new?”

“That’s not trying something new, that’s trying something that’s dangerous!”

Albus chuckled. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I wouldn’t do something like that to you. Let me just ease you down…gently…”

He suited the action to the words, stopping and allowing Scorpius to ease his way into the hot tub. A moment later, he was sitting on the rim of the tub, and about to slide himself in, when Scorpius stopped him.

“Enough of trying something new,” he murmured. “Let’s do something we know.”

He dove for Albus’ cock, his lips and tongue attacking the organ like a starving man. Albus cried out as Scorpius delivered a blowjob that was almost as hot as the tub itself. His hands slid under Albus’ thighs, lifting the other man’s legs out of the water.

Scorpius worked his way down, kissing and licking at the shaft, then Albus’ balls……and then he reached Albus’ hole.

“GODS! Scorpius!!!” Albus gasped and cried out as Scorpius’ tongue slid over his hole and then flicked against it. Albus collapsed onto his back in pure ecstasy.

Scorpius went back and forth, now licking at Albus’ hole, now sucking his dick. Albus reached down to stroke the blonde’s hair, his eyes closed, quiet whimpers coming out of his mouth. Scorpius seemed to decide on Albus’ hole, but now he faced a new decision—his tongue or his finger?

He went for both.

Scorpius’ tongue plunged into Albus’ hole, with his finger trying to pry the opening just a little wider. Albus’ whimpers turned into moans, then cries. He pulled his legs in tight to his body to give Scorpius plenty of room.

But Scorpius broke off, saying, “I gotta get out of the tub—too hot.” He climbed out, and said, “Get on your hands and knees.”


Albus obeyed, and Scorpius got down on all fours behind him. Once more his tongue grazed against Albus’ hole, and the youngest Potter spasmed in pure pleasure at the sensation. Scorpius began to alternate – one moment plunging his tongue into Albus’ opening, the next minute twisting around to suck Albus’ still-swollen member. It was all Albus could do to hold himself up instead of collapsing onto the floor.

“Al,” came the whisper behind him, “do you want to fuck me?”

Albus moved so fast, he thought he must have Apparated. Scorpius was on the edge of the tub, on his back, his legs in the air. Albus dropped down into the tub and then got between Scorpius’ legs—and then stopped. No condoms.

“You would get safe on me,” Scorpius grumbled, getting to his feet. “Wait here.”

With a loud CRACK! Scorpius Disapparated, only to reappear seconds later with a bottle in one hand and a foil package in the other.

“Is my lord satisfied?” he drawled sarcastically, “or would he like to make sure I’m taking the pill before we proceed?”

“Get down here,” Albus growled, pulling Scorpius down with him. He didn’t have to pull very hard; Scorpius was flat on his back with his legs in the air before Albus even finished the sentence.

Albus unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto his aching dick, then squeezed out some lube from the bottle and greased his pole. He squeezed out some more lube and rubbed it into Scorpius’ hole, smiling as he felt it open slightly. “Ready?”

“Always.”

Albus carefully brushed his head along Scorpius’ hole, feeling it open just a little bit more under the “knock”. When it felt right, he eased himself in, just a little at a time, until he was all the way in and Scorpius’ eyes were shining in that way they only did when the two young men made love.

Albus began to thrust, powerful, hard strokes. Again and again he rammed into Scorpius, hitting The Spot that made the blonde thrash and scream. Wild cries came from the other man’s throat, and he pulled Albus even closer and screamed, “Harder! Harder!”

Albus climbed out of the pool and mounted Scorpius, still thrusting, harder and harder, his mouth hungrily seeking Scorpius’. Their kiss was hard and raw, teeth hitting each other and tongues battling for supremacy. Scorpius bucked and thrashed under Albus, and Albus kept pounding and pounding and pounding.

They finished with Albus flat on his back and Scorpius riding him, bouncing up and down on his pole and crying out as he did so. Albus could feel himself getting closer…closer…..”Scor, GET OFF!”

Scorpius immediately scrambled off of Albus, and Albus just managed to get the condom off before his dick erupted in thick spurts of jism, flying every which way, matched by Scorpius standing over him and splattering him with his hot load.

The exertion was too much for Scorpius. He sank to his knees, then collapsed in a heap next to Albus. “That……was hot,” he gasped.

“So who can’t take the heat now?” Albus teased.

Scorpius’ only reply was distinctly nonverbal.