Summer Camp Part Four (AS/S Drabble)
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dysonrulesPrompts: sunburn, sandcastles, sprinkler, strawberries, speedo, The Dark Knight quote, Scrubs quote, Bonus Prompt - Foodsex (there 's food seduction, does that count?)
Title: Summer Camp Part Four
Length: 1,787
Rating; PG13
Summary: They head back to camp, where things are always... interesting. Sequel to Summer Camp, Summer Camp Part Two and Summer Camp Part Three
Al woke up wondering where the hell he was, which happened far too frequently these days. He blinked at the ceiling for a moment and then turned his head to see a brown-haired boy snuggled against his shoulder.
Ah damn. Jake. He sat up quickly, not caring when Jake’s head thumped against the ground. Al looked around for Scorpius, but he was nowhere in sight. Neither was Hugo. Surely they didn’t stay up all night?
“Albus?” Jake murmured sleepily. Al ignored him and got to his feet. He hurried to the door and peered out. Two sleeping bags flanked the dead fire pit. One disclosed Hugo’s red hair and the other showed the silver blond of Scorpius. Al sagged in relief. He had been afraid Scorpius would continue his trek and leave them before dawn.
He shivered, suddenly noticing the chill. He dressed, retrieved his wand, and went outside to stoke the fire. The flames were blazing high when Score finally stirred. Al had settled himself close to the blond. He smiled down at him and was rewarded with a sleepy smile that made his heart lurch.
“Morning,” Al purred and wished he dared to lean down for a kiss. “Want me to warm you up?”
The smile widened and then the grey eyes blinked and grew shuttered. Score’s head disappeared beneath the blankets. He muttered something unintelligible and Al sighed. A pebble bounced off Al’s chest and he glared at Hugo, who grinned at him from beneath his own covers.
“Thanks for giving us some heat, cousin. Got anything to eat?”
“You’re the one who brought provisions, remember?”
“I think Jake burned all the marshmallows last night.”
“That doesn’t sound like a good breakfast, anyway.”
“Probably not,” Hugo muttered and copied Score’s turtlelike motion by disappearing beneath the sleeping bag. Jake wandered out of the tent.
“You guys slept out here? That’s nuts.”
Scorpius threw back his covers and crawled out of the cocoon before marching past Jake and into the tent. Al figured the blond would have a shower and briefly entertained the notion of joining him. The knowledge that he preferred to keep his testicles intact kept him where he was. Scorpius was obviously still fuming over the Jake situation. Al gave the boy a glare. Jake grinned sheepishly and settled himself close to Hugo.
“I need to convince Scorpius to return to camp with us,” Al told them.
Hugo’s head popped up again. “Already done.”
“What? How did you do that?”
Hugo grinned. “I have to have some secrets, Albus. Let’s just say I can be very persuasive.” His tone was suggestive and Al immediately pictured Hugo in a compromising position with Scorpius, Hugo’s smirk was too crafty to entertain that notion for long.
“Prat,” Al snapped.
Hugo laughed. “Hey, Al, I set him up for you. It’s your job to knock him down. Like that Muggle game. The one with the funny bottles.”
Al didn’t bother to ask what Muggle bottle games had to do with winning Scorpius back, but he was grateful to Hugo, regardless. Jake looked disgruntled.
“I’m hungry,” said the Slytherin.
“You should have thought of that before following us into the wilderness.”
“And torching my provisions,” Hugo muttered as he crawled from his blankets and tugged on his trousers.
Scorpius strolled out of the tent, looking impeccable in mustard yellow, a color he only wore when he was irritated. Al frowned. Scorpius said, “All right. I’m leaving now. Anyone coming along is welcome to try and keep up.”
A quick spell collapsed the tent, shrank it, and popped it into Score’s backpack. Without a glance at Al he strode into the forest.
“I guess we’re leaving,” Hugo quipped and drowned the fire with a deluge of water from his wand.
The storm from the previous day had dissipated completely, leaving the sky clear and cloudless. They had apparently gotten a late start, because the temperature quickly rose until they were all sweltering. Score grew even testier, threatening to turn Hugo into a birch tree if he sang one more bloody song.
Jake, apparently tired of Al ignoring him, made his way up to walk with the blond. Soon the two were chatting like old chums. Al watched them suspiciously, not trusting the little Slytherin any farther than he could toss him without the aid of a Weightlessness Charm. He hoped the brat was explaining yesterdays’ misunderstanding to Scorpius, but when the boy looked over his shoulder at Al with a calculating grin, he doubted it. Jake was likely making things worse.
Hugo glanced at Al. “So. What’s your plan?”
Al snorted. “Plan? Do I look like someone with a plan? Score won’t even let me get near enough to apologize. Not that I have anything to apologize for.” He shook his head, frustrated. “My life is a mess.”
“At least you’re pretty.”
“Yeah, well pretty don’t pay the rent,” Al muttered and then glared at his cousin. “Will you shut up?”
“Bu you don’t pay rent!” Hugo pointed out. “You still live at home.”
“Reprise the bit about shutting up.”
Hugo stuck out his tongue, but managed to keep quiet for another quarter hour. By then they were nearly back to camp. Al recognized a landmark as they approached. He cast a worried glance at Scorpius, who had foolishly worn a short-sleeved shirt. Al could see a hint of pink on his upper arms and knew the pale-skinned boy would likely have a sunburn if he didn’t get under cover soon.
Loud screams alerted them of the presence of the camp before they reached the boundary. Al was alarmed until he heard the sound of laughter mingled with the shrieking.
They strolled into the clearing to find it transformed into a makeshift beach complete with sand and a decent-sized body of water. A group of young children ran past them spraying water at each other from their wands. A huge sprinkler had been rigged at one edge of the clearing and it drenched giggling children in large wet passes. The Abbott twins were building an enormous sandcastle.
Al and the others stared for a moment, transfixed. Lily spotted them and ran over quickly. Al frowned when he saw the skimpiness of her pink bikini. She glared at him.
“You guys are bloody lucky I covered for you. No one noticed you were missing. Except that baby Slytherin’s friends have been wandering all over looking for him.” She gestured to Jake, who shrugged.
“Shove off, baby Slyth,” Hugo said and nudged Jake ungently. The Slytherin glared at him, but walked away and waved to his mates.
Hugo’s jaw dropped and Al followed his gaze to see Oliver Wood clad only in a black Speedo. He was surrounded by a gaggle of admirers, most of which were female. Bloody hell, but the Quidditch star was fit. Al thought if he were a few years older, he would certainly think about chatting up Wood. But only if Scorpius were out of the picture, of course. No one could hold a candle to him.
Hugo snorted. “I can do better than that.” Hugo cast a spell and was instantly dressed only in tiny white swim trunks adorned with strawberries. He waved and bellowed loudly, “Oh, Amber! Zephyr! Over here, girls! Did you know my fruits are edible?”
He wandered toward the pool and the Abbott twins squealed and raced for him, quickly creating a Hugo sandwich. Al laughed and shook his head. He turned and grinned at Scorpius, who met his amused gaze for only a moment before marching toward the Hub.
Deep freeze it is, Al thought morosely as he followed his not-boyfriend. He thought maybe he should have been the one to keep walking last night and go home.
The round tables were still in place in the Hub and laden with all types of breakfast food. Al quickly threw himself into a chair and loaded a plate. Scorpius seated himself on the other side of the table, not surprisingly.
Al slathered a piece of toast with raspberry jam and wolfed it down before picking up a succulent-looking banger and taking a blissful bite. Food was good. He was lost in a reverie of culinary delight until he heard a throat-clearing noise and glanced over at Score, who was glaring at him.
“You have jam on your face.”
Al immediately stuck out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth to locate the offending bit of raspberry. Score blanched. Al raised a brow and Scorpius nodded before turning his attention back to his plate. His cheeks were pink and Al wondered how much of it was sunburn. Al shrugged and resumed sucking the innards out of his banger. Another throat-clearing noise drew his attention.
“What? Did I miss a spot?” he asked.
“Do you have to fucking do that? Can’t you just eat it like a normal human being?”
Al looked at him blankly.
“You’re a sucking on that like it’s a… a…” Scorpius drew his lips into a thin line and his grey eyes flashed.
Al smirked wickedly and bit delicately into the sausage before deliberately licking his lips suggestively. He then licked his fingers one at a time and sucked on the tips. He spied a bowl of sliced peaches and reached for one. He ate it as suggestively as possible without taking his eyes from Scorpius, who had given up eating in order to watch him with what seemed rapt attention.
“Not fair, Albus,” the blond hissed.
“All is fair in love, Scorpius,” he retorted sharply.
Al bit into the last bit of peach and the juice dribbled from the edge of his lips to trickle down toward his chin. Scorpius growled and stood so fast his chair threatened to fall over. Al sat up in alarm, expecting the blond to storm out of the room, but instead Scorpius rounded the table in a rush and gripped the collar of Al’s shirt.
He hauled Al to his feet and planted a hard kiss on his lips. Al sucked in a startled breath and then relaxed against his not-boyfriend. The tension that had been choking him melted away and his arms slid around Scorpius’s waist to pull him closer.
“Score,” he murmured as the blond pulled away to suck at the peach juice near Al’s mouth. “I’ve missed you so much. I swear there is nothing between Jake and me.”
“I know. He’s a little Slytherin prat,” Scorpius said. “Hugo told me the little monster is trying to break us up.”
“He is?”
Scorpius pulled away long enough to scowl at him. “Albus, can you get any more clueless?”
“Maybe.”
“Shut up and kiss me, all right?”
Title: Summer Camp Part Four
Length: 1,787
Rating; PG13
Summary: They head back to camp, where things are always... interesting. Sequel to Summer Camp, Summer Camp Part Two and Summer Camp Part Three
Al woke up wondering where the hell he was, which happened far too frequently these days. He blinked at the ceiling for a moment and then turned his head to see a brown-haired boy snuggled against his shoulder.
Ah damn. Jake. He sat up quickly, not caring when Jake’s head thumped against the ground. Al looked around for Scorpius, but he was nowhere in sight. Neither was Hugo. Surely they didn’t stay up all night?
“Albus?” Jake murmured sleepily. Al ignored him and got to his feet. He hurried to the door and peered out. Two sleeping bags flanked the dead fire pit. One disclosed Hugo’s red hair and the other showed the silver blond of Scorpius. Al sagged in relief. He had been afraid Scorpius would continue his trek and leave them before dawn.
He shivered, suddenly noticing the chill. He dressed, retrieved his wand, and went outside to stoke the fire. The flames were blazing high when Score finally stirred. Al had settled himself close to the blond. He smiled down at him and was rewarded with a sleepy smile that made his heart lurch.
“Morning,” Al purred and wished he dared to lean down for a kiss. “Want me to warm you up?”
The smile widened and then the grey eyes blinked and grew shuttered. Score’s head disappeared beneath the blankets. He muttered something unintelligible and Al sighed. A pebble bounced off Al’s chest and he glared at Hugo, who grinned at him from beneath his own covers.
“Thanks for giving us some heat, cousin. Got anything to eat?”
“You’re the one who brought provisions, remember?”
“I think Jake burned all the marshmallows last night.”
“That doesn’t sound like a good breakfast, anyway.”
“Probably not,” Hugo muttered and copied Score’s turtlelike motion by disappearing beneath the sleeping bag. Jake wandered out of the tent.
“You guys slept out here? That’s nuts.”
Scorpius threw back his covers and crawled out of the cocoon before marching past Jake and into the tent. Al figured the blond would have a shower and briefly entertained the notion of joining him. The knowledge that he preferred to keep his testicles intact kept him where he was. Scorpius was obviously still fuming over the Jake situation. Al gave the boy a glare. Jake grinned sheepishly and settled himself close to Hugo.
“I need to convince Scorpius to return to camp with us,” Al told them.
Hugo’s head popped up again. “Already done.”
“What? How did you do that?”
Hugo grinned. “I have to have some secrets, Albus. Let’s just say I can be very persuasive.” His tone was suggestive and Al immediately pictured Hugo in a compromising position with Scorpius, Hugo’s smirk was too crafty to entertain that notion for long.
“Prat,” Al snapped.
Hugo laughed. “Hey, Al, I set him up for you. It’s your job to knock him down. Like that Muggle game. The one with the funny bottles.”
Al didn’t bother to ask what Muggle bottle games had to do with winning Scorpius back, but he was grateful to Hugo, regardless. Jake looked disgruntled.
“I’m hungry,” said the Slytherin.
“You should have thought of that before following us into the wilderness.”
“And torching my provisions,” Hugo muttered as he crawled from his blankets and tugged on his trousers.
Scorpius strolled out of the tent, looking impeccable in mustard yellow, a color he only wore when he was irritated. Al frowned. Scorpius said, “All right. I’m leaving now. Anyone coming along is welcome to try and keep up.”
A quick spell collapsed the tent, shrank it, and popped it into Score’s backpack. Without a glance at Al he strode into the forest.
“I guess we’re leaving,” Hugo quipped and drowned the fire with a deluge of water from his wand.
The storm from the previous day had dissipated completely, leaving the sky clear and cloudless. They had apparently gotten a late start, because the temperature quickly rose until they were all sweltering. Score grew even testier, threatening to turn Hugo into a birch tree if he sang one more bloody song.
Jake, apparently tired of Al ignoring him, made his way up to walk with the blond. Soon the two were chatting like old chums. Al watched them suspiciously, not trusting the little Slytherin any farther than he could toss him without the aid of a Weightlessness Charm. He hoped the brat was explaining yesterdays’ misunderstanding to Scorpius, but when the boy looked over his shoulder at Al with a calculating grin, he doubted it. Jake was likely making things worse.
Hugo glanced at Al. “So. What’s your plan?”
Al snorted. “Plan? Do I look like someone with a plan? Score won’t even let me get near enough to apologize. Not that I have anything to apologize for.” He shook his head, frustrated. “My life is a mess.”
“At least you’re pretty.”
“Yeah, well pretty don’t pay the rent,” Al muttered and then glared at his cousin. “Will you shut up?”
“Bu you don’t pay rent!” Hugo pointed out. “You still live at home.”
“Reprise the bit about shutting up.”
Hugo stuck out his tongue, but managed to keep quiet for another quarter hour. By then they were nearly back to camp. Al recognized a landmark as they approached. He cast a worried glance at Scorpius, who had foolishly worn a short-sleeved shirt. Al could see a hint of pink on his upper arms and knew the pale-skinned boy would likely have a sunburn if he didn’t get under cover soon.
Loud screams alerted them of the presence of the camp before they reached the boundary. Al was alarmed until he heard the sound of laughter mingled with the shrieking.
They strolled into the clearing to find it transformed into a makeshift beach complete with sand and a decent-sized body of water. A group of young children ran past them spraying water at each other from their wands. A huge sprinkler had been rigged at one edge of the clearing and it drenched giggling children in large wet passes. The Abbott twins were building an enormous sandcastle.
Al and the others stared for a moment, transfixed. Lily spotted them and ran over quickly. Al frowned when he saw the skimpiness of her pink bikini. She glared at him.
“You guys are bloody lucky I covered for you. No one noticed you were missing. Except that baby Slytherin’s friends have been wandering all over looking for him.” She gestured to Jake, who shrugged.
“Shove off, baby Slyth,” Hugo said and nudged Jake ungently. The Slytherin glared at him, but walked away and waved to his mates.
Hugo’s jaw dropped and Al followed his gaze to see Oliver Wood clad only in a black Speedo. He was surrounded by a gaggle of admirers, most of which were female. Bloody hell, but the Quidditch star was fit. Al thought if he were a few years older, he would certainly think about chatting up Wood. But only if Scorpius were out of the picture, of course. No one could hold a candle to him.
Hugo snorted. “I can do better than that.” Hugo cast a spell and was instantly dressed only in tiny white swim trunks adorned with strawberries. He waved and bellowed loudly, “Oh, Amber! Zephyr! Over here, girls! Did you know my fruits are edible?”
He wandered toward the pool and the Abbott twins squealed and raced for him, quickly creating a Hugo sandwich. Al laughed and shook his head. He turned and grinned at Scorpius, who met his amused gaze for only a moment before marching toward the Hub.
Deep freeze it is, Al thought morosely as he followed his not-boyfriend. He thought maybe he should have been the one to keep walking last night and go home.
The round tables were still in place in the Hub and laden with all types of breakfast food. Al quickly threw himself into a chair and loaded a plate. Scorpius seated himself on the other side of the table, not surprisingly.
Al slathered a piece of toast with raspberry jam and wolfed it down before picking up a succulent-looking banger and taking a blissful bite. Food was good. He was lost in a reverie of culinary delight until he heard a throat-clearing noise and glanced over at Score, who was glaring at him.
“You have jam on your face.”
Al immediately stuck out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth to locate the offending bit of raspberry. Score blanched. Al raised a brow and Scorpius nodded before turning his attention back to his plate. His cheeks were pink and Al wondered how much of it was sunburn. Al shrugged and resumed sucking the innards out of his banger. Another throat-clearing noise drew his attention.
“What? Did I miss a spot?” he asked.
“Do you have to fucking do that? Can’t you just eat it like a normal human being?”
Al looked at him blankly.
“You’re a sucking on that like it’s a… a…” Scorpius drew his lips into a thin line and his grey eyes flashed.
Al smirked wickedly and bit delicately into the sausage before deliberately licking his lips suggestively. He then licked his fingers one at a time and sucked on the tips. He spied a bowl of sliced peaches and reached for one. He ate it as suggestively as possible without taking his eyes from Scorpius, who had given up eating in order to watch him with what seemed rapt attention.
“Not fair, Albus,” the blond hissed.
“All is fair in love, Scorpius,” he retorted sharply.
Al bit into the last bit of peach and the juice dribbled from the edge of his lips to trickle down toward his chin. Scorpius growled and stood so fast his chair threatened to fall over. Al sat up in alarm, expecting the blond to storm out of the room, but instead Scorpius rounded the table in a rush and gripped the collar of Al’s shirt.
He hauled Al to his feet and planted a hard kiss on his lips. Al sucked in a startled breath and then relaxed against his not-boyfriend. The tension that had been choking him melted away and his arms slid around Scorpius’s waist to pull him closer.
“Score,” he murmured as the blond pulled away to suck at the peach juice near Al’s mouth. “I’ve missed you so much. I swear there is nothing between Jake and me.”
“I know. He’s a little Slytherin prat,” Scorpius said. “Hugo told me the little monster is trying to break us up.”
“He is?”
Scorpius pulled away long enough to scowl at him. “Albus, can you get any more clueless?”
“Maybe.”
“Shut up and kiss me, all right?”
