Waiting For You

“You'll love it,” Scorpius promised, waving his hands around as he described the beach house where the three would be spending most of their summer hols. “It's a private beach, right on the Adriatic Sea. But it's not too far from a nice wizarding village and a small Muggle town so we don't have to worry about food or anything.”

His great-uncle – a Squib – had offered him use of the house till August. After that Scorpius reckoned he could begin his Grand Tour, hopefully with his friends in tow.

“It'll be great,” he said, looking over his shoulder at Rose and Al. They smiled in unison.

Scorpius missed the look they shared behind his back.


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It was after Rose had gone to bed for the night, Al and Scorpius had stayed up to play around with the telly. Al, being more of an expert on Muggle eckletronics than he, had the remote and had been flipping through the stations for something for them to watch.

They'd tried watching a footie game and, perhaps it was the beer's fault, but Scorpius couldn't understand a damn thing that was happening. After twenty minutes and no one scoring, Al moved on until they landed on a Muggle porn featuring two ridiculously well-endowed women in a bubble bath.

A sly half-grin twisting Al's mouth as he lowered the remote.

As it turned out, Muggle porn was so much better than the wizarding variety. Unlike the pictures in magazines which were charmed to move and smile, the Muggle pictures could do all that and they could whimper and moan like the buxom redhead on the screen was doing now while her blonde friend slipped one-then-two fingers into her cunt. After one particularly loud cry that seemed to go straight to his cock, Scorpius' eyes flickered up the stairs to where Rose's room was.

"Don't worry," Al murmured beside him. Scorpius looked at him and found his eyes drawn down to his erection pressing against his denims."You know Rose sleeps like the dead."

"Right," Scorpius said quickly, eyes focused back on the screen where the blonde was now licking the redhead's clit and sweet Merlin they could see everything. Al must have been thinking the same thing because he let out a soft surprised sound and Scorpius glanced at him again only to find his gaze lingering lower.

Shifting in his seat, Scorpius wished he could run to the loo to wank without it being embarassingly obvious what he was doing. His mouth dry, he took a long drink of his beer, his eyes once more wandering towards Al's erection. Suddenly Scorpius imagined it was his mate's cock between his lips rather than the bottle and the urge to touch himself through his trousers is almost unbearable. He was so hard that he wasn't sure he could walk out of the room if he wanted to. The redhead on the screen crying out with her climax wasn't helping

The couch shifted as Al moved, Scorpius looked over in time to see Al's hand brushing over his own bulge. His fingers itched to do the same.

That's when it happened. Scorpius looked up to see Al staring at him, an odd expression on his face and his heart leapt into his throat. Time seemed to lurch slowly forward and Scorpius was sure he must have resembled a fish as he moved his mouth, trying to think of an explanation and his mind drawing blank.

Scorpius blamed the lack of blood flow to his brain.

Then Al leaned over, green eyes searching his for a long moment, and kissed him.

Things unraveled quickly after that, with the two of them kissing and groping and rubbing against each other in some vain attempt to find release. Finally, Al took the initiative and undid Scorpius' flies, wrapping his fingers around Scorpius cock. One stroke and he was bucking against Al's hand; Scorpius knew he wasn't going to last long.

He watched with wide-eyed amazement as Al sunk down to his knees in front of him, pulling down Scorpius trousers and pants before swallowing his cock balls-deep. Scorpius' tangled his fingers in Al's hair, thrusting into his mouth as Al sucked and licked him. Between the redhead on screen making the blonde moan as she licked her tits and the sound of Al jerking off as he gave him the best knob job of his life it was a total sensory overload.

All it took was Al pushing his tongue across the slit and the creak of the stairs above for him to come.

Heart pounding, Scorpius assured himself that he was relieved that Rose hadn't seen them. Why would he want anyone to know about that?

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"So what did you two lads get up to last night," Rose asked, rubbing the suntan lotion on her legs. Scorpius was so engrossed in watching that it took him a minute to hear what she had said.

When he did, he glanced away, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Nothing. Just watched some telly. A footie game was on."

The morning after... whatever last night had been, Scorpius had desperately wanted to avoid Al. Rose had made this easy by suggesting they go to the beach while Al slept in. Though he doubted it had been her intention, she had worn an obscenely tiny white bikini which had managed to knock every other thought out of his head as he found himself amazed that Rose was wet, practically naked and didn't care who saw it.

Not that there was anyone but him to see it, they were on a private beach.

And now she was rubbing suntan lotion all over herself. She claimed she preferred the Muggle way because she liked the coconut scent. Scorpius thought that between suntan lotion and the porn, Muggles had to be geniuses.

"Was it a good match?" Rose asked, rubbing the lotion on her shoulders. Scorpius felt like a letch staring at her tits but did it anyway, at least for a few seconds more, before pulling his eyes away.

"Erm, yeah."

"Erm, yeah?” she replied, rubbing lotion down her arms. “Sounds great."

Rose abruptly turned around and unfastened her bikini top. Scorpius blinked at the naked expanse of skin then titled his head, noting that from the right angle he could see a bit of side-boob.

"Do my back?" she asked, handing him the bottle of suntan lotion over her shoulder.

"Erm, yeah." The best tutors in all the world and his entire vocabulary had been whittled down to those two words. Moving closer to where she sat, Scorpius squirted the lotion into his palm and began gingerly applying it to her back. Rose's moans encouraged him to press deeper until he was massaging the lotion into her skin. Like a cat, she arched her back, practically purring as he rubbed lower. From this angle he had a perfect view of her breasts and Scorpius found himself licking his lips as he looked at the hardened pink nipples.

Rose turned around and it was struggle to look her in the eyes but through sheer force of will, he managed. Something which Rose found very amusing indeed.

"I--I--"

"Don't bother, Malfoy." Rose leaned in close, breasts pressed against his chest and he found himself staring again. His eyes flickered up to her face just before she kissed him.

He realized, as she straddled him while he kissed her neck and cupped her breasts, that it was very stupid to mess around with Rose after messing around with Al. Stupid, however, wasn't enough to deter him while she was riding him, their covered bodies grinding against each other.

Circling one peak with his tongue before covering it with his mouth, Scorpius felt Rose shudder. Smirking as she looked at him, Rose surprised Scorpius by slowing down, moving her hips over him in a slow clockwise circle. Scorpius gasped loudly when she did it again, this time counter-clockwise.

"Shh," Rose whispered close to his ear, tongue tracing his pulse. "We don't want Al to hear."

Gripping her arse tightly, he pushed against her hard as he came.


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As much fun as it was to be lead around by his dick, Scorpius was forced to conclude it was bad for his health. His mental health definitely and his physical health eventually. Messing around with a Potter and a Weasley was stupid, messing around with a Slytherin Potter and a Slytherin Weasley was suicidal.

His sole consolation was the knowledge that he would die after having loads of amazing sex. Not everyone got that so Scorpius reckoned he should be thankful.

After their thing at the beach, Scorpius found that avoiding both cousins while sharing the same house at them was impossible. But he still gave it the old Hogwarts try. It lasted all of thirty-six hours before he bumped into Al in the loo while the other man had been shaving. One thing led to another and they had wound up in the shower, Al's hand wrapped around both their cocks while he kissed and bit Scorpius' neck and whispered pure filth into his ear.

A mere twelve hours later Scorpius had found himself in Rose's bedroom, tongue lapping at her clit and fingers buried inside her as she begged him for more. Rose had promised to return the favor and she had, pushing him onto his back, sliding one then two fingers inside him all the while sucking him off. The combination had been enough to make him see stars when he came and he spent the rest of the day wondering if the ability to give incredible head could be hereditary.

And despite having had more sex in one week then he'd had in his entire life, Scorpius still wanked himself raw to thoughts of Rose or Al or - more frequently now - Rose and Al. That wasn't an entirely new thing, he had to admit. At various times before he had found himself attracted to one or the other but – the occasional wank aside – he never lingered on it. Before this he had never had any indication that either of them felt the same way about him and he wasn't going to risk his friendship to find out.

Rose and Al were close, they always had been. They had been best mates first and Scorpius had been the interloper. They'd made a pact to be Sorted into the same house, they'd been Head Boy and Head Girl together, they had mutually adopted Scorpius the wayward Hufflepuff as their friend during their Second Year and they'd even gone to the Yule Ball together during their Sixth Year because they were both unattached. Most people would hate to be landed with their cousin for a dance but Rose and Al gave the impression there were few people in the world they'd rather spend time with than each other. Scorpius being the sole exception to this rule.

Or he had been. When they found out - and Scorpius knew it was when and not if - that all could change.


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Entering the house, Scorpius was greeted by soft moans that made his cock twitch. Closing his eyes, he readied himself to find Al or Rose watching the Muggle porn. While he knew it would destroy his resolve he couldn't help but look forward to the small disaster about to happen. Walking further into the house, he stopped short at the site in front of him.

It hadn't been the telly. The breathy sighs were coming from Rose and Al laying together on the floor. Still mostly dressed – Al no longer had his shirt and Rose didn't have a bra under her flimsy white tank – they were tangled together on the floor languidly kissing and touching. Scorpius watched with a mixture of envy and desire as Al's hand slid under her shirt to fondle her tits, Rose rocking against Al's thigh pressed firmly between her legs, her short skirt pushed up to her hips.

A flush came over Scorpius while he watched the two cousins, his stomach twisting even as the sounds and images made him hard. Sensing his presence, Rose tilted her head back, giving him an upside-down smile. Al looked up with a grin of his own and Scorpius straightened, knowing he should probably leave but not wanting to.

“It's about time. We were wondering uh-- fuck, Rose” Al lost his train of thought when Rose slipped one hand down his denims while sucking his neck.

“Malfoy, get over here,” Rose said in-between her ministrations.

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"Rose, ah..." Al's voice trailed off as he slid further in, his fingers leaving indents on Scorpius' hips as he tried not to move. Overwhelmed with the sensation of Al's cock stretching him from inside while he was buried in Rose, the slightest movement from either had him trembling. Not trusting himself to set a steady pace, Scorpius hoped that one or the other moved soon.

Rose did, pushing her hips against him as much as her position on her back would allow. Al instinctively rocked forward before leaning in close, nipping at Scorpius' neck as he whispered, "Sometimes I'd fuck her from behind so she could pretend it was you."

Scorpius moaned in response and Al took this as encouragement to try a few shallow strokes. Each one had Rose grinding against him in response and several teasing moments passed before the three could find a rhythm.

"When I was sucking you off," Rose began, the sentence finishing in a near-whine as Al thrust faster, "Al was watching. He should have joined us, yeah?"

Groaning, Scorpius fucked her harder or tried to as much as he could sandwiched between the two. It took a few thrusts but Al caught up, delivering a few punishing thrusts.

“Rose's thing,” Al gasped, his movements looser and Scorpius knew he was close. “What she really wants, is to ride you while I fuck your mouth.”

For the second time that week, Scorpius saw stars when he came.

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“You're saying that you planned this thing from the start?”

Looking to his left and right, Scorpius could see the two cousins exchange glances. Finally, Al nodded. “Pretty much, yeah. As soon as you mentioned going on hols.”

Planting a small kiss on shoulder, Rose looked up at him through her lashes. “You're not mad, are you?”

Scorpius laughed.