Potter Patch Up Part Two (Hugo/James)

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It had to be done.  Hugo/James Part Two...  Rating:  72 Ice Cubes  (Yes, Cheryl has now boarded the special Incest Bus To Hell. All Aboard!)

Hugo smiled, more relieved than he cared to acknowledge.  His hand moved over the side of James’ face and down to his throat where the ugly lovebites caught his attention.  He lifted his fingers long enough to dip into the jar again and smooth the salve over the bruised flesh.  Impulsively, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the healing patch.  The salve tasted faintly of vanilla and Hugo wondered if the salve had other uses that Uncle George didn’t put on the label.

 His hands slipped down over James’ chest, gently touching scratches along the way.  He followed his fingers with his mouth, not quite sure what the hell he was doing, but unable to stop himself from doing it.  James could have pulled him away at any moment, but the hand in his hair was passive.  Hugo risked at glance upward and found James watching him; his gaze was dark and unfathomable.  Hugo boldly took one nipple into his mouth.

The hand tightened in his hair, but it seemed to be more a reaction of pleasure than a request for Hugo to stop.  His tongue flicked over the hardening nipple and he nearly shivered at the rush of lust that made him suck at it--not hard, because the thought of Miranda was fresh in his mind--but enough to drag a moan from James.  The sound was incredible and seemed to skate through Hugo's senses.

Hugo’s hands splayed over James’ abs as he turned his attention to the other nipple.  This one had been miraculously left scratch-free and he lapped at it experimentally.  James was beginning to pant and for a moment Hugo felt like he was playing an instrument—touch here and receive that response there.  The thought made him want more.

 Lower, he thought and kissed a slow path over James’ torso to his navel.  His tongue dipped inside even as he wondered if Miranda had ever violated the place with her tongue.  He decided it was improbable, since there was no way to inflict pain with the movement.

 He raised his head a bit to examine the area of Miranda’s most acute interest.  James’ cock.  Hugo was surprised to note it was erect.  He had thought James would find it impossible to achieve a hard-on after his earlier abuse.  Close on the heels of that he felt a heady rush at the knowledge that he had caused it.  The fact should have been alarming, but tenderness was his only emotion as he touched James’ cock with light pressure.

 James’ groan nearly undid him and he thought about unfastening his trousers to ease the ache in his groin.  Instead he smoothed salve over the length of James’ reddened prick, finally gripping it tightly and stroking before sliding his palm over the head in a circular motion while curling his fingers around it.  James cried out and the grip on Hugo’s hair became almost painful.  Still, James did not pull him away.

 As if pulled by an unseen force, Hugo moved his face closer and closer until his lips pressed lightly on James’ cock just below the head.  The ridged vein seemed to fit in the gap between his lips perfectly, so he moved his mouth over the length of it.

 “Hugo.”  James’ voice was strangled.  Hugo suspected he was struggling for rationality and knew he should probably stop.  It was insane, after all.  His hand curved around James’ testicles and he frowned when he felt another torn place.  He lifted his head to look more closely.

 “Bloody hell, she doesn’t want children, does she?” Hugo growled and dabbed more salve gently on the bloody scratch.

 James actually laughed, even though the sound was shaky.  “Can you imagine her children?”

 “Goblins?”

 James chuckled again, but he choked when Hugo’s fingers drew over his perineum and touched his nether entrance.

 “Hugo, you have to—”

 “That bitch!” Hugo snarled as his gaze followed his fingers.  “She didn’t—!”

 James removed his hand from Hugo’s hair and flung his arm over his eyes.  “Why do I keep letting her get to me?” he asked.  “Why do I keep getting hard for her?  Am I some sort of sexual freak that likes it rough and painful?”

 Hugo put a generous amount of salve on one finger, coated it completely, and pushed it gently into James.  Miranda had obviously reached in there with her claws.  Merlin only knew what damage she had done.  James cried out.

 “Shhhhh,” Hugo soothed and rubbed his abdomen gently before placing another kiss on his cock.  “It’s not your fault.”

 He mouthed James’ erection to detract from the motion of his finger as he pushed it deeper and then rotated, seeking to apply salve to as much area as possible.

 “Merlin, fuck, Hugo!” James said and Hugo realized with a frisson of shock that James liked what he was doing.  He twisted his finger again, this time with more erotic intent and James arched amazingly.  Holy shit.  Hugo wondered what would happen if he…

 Hugo opened his mouth wide and enveloped James’ cock completely.

 James yelped and for a moment Hugo thought he might have hurt him, but James babbled, “Hugo, oh Merlin, oh Godric, oh fuck…”  Hugo chuckled and James gasped when the sound transmitted to his cock.  Hugo experimentally added a second finger to the one penetrating James, who whimpered.

 Hugo released his cock.  “Should I stop?” he asked in concern.

 “No!” James practically shouted.  His eyes widened and he stared at Hugo.  “No,” he repeated more quietly.  “Um… that is…”

 “Good,” Hugo replied and pushed his fingers in farther.  He might be inexperienced, but he certainly hadn’t neglected reading, especially the time that Rose got on her “let’s research everything about sex” kick and left books lying all over the place.  He knew that somewhere in there…

 “Hugo, what the—?”  James quivered and Hugo suspected he had found the magic spot. 

 Hugo smirked, because apparently James had neglected his reading and despite his extended research into sexual matters with the inimitable Miranda, there were things James did not know.

 “Like that?” Hugo purred and touched it again.  James threw his head back against the pillow and moaned.  Hugo froze in amazement at the sight.  Bloody hell, why had he never noticed how delicious James Potter was?  Hugo had never thought of any of the clan as particularly attractive, even though they all had qualities he admired.  But now?

 “Damn, Hugo, where did you learn that?” James asked hoarsely.

 Hugo liked it better when James was incoherent, so he mouthed his cock once more.  He almost understood what enticed Miranda about sex—the power was indescribable.  And yet, the thought of causing pain was unthinkable.  His fingers gentled, just in case.

 “More,” James gasped.

 Hugo wrinkled his brown.  More fingers?  Or…?

 He lapped at the tip of James’ cock until his cousin writhed and made jumbled keening sounds, and then he released it and pushed himself upward.  James whimpered in protest but Hugo captured his lips even as he withdrew his fingers.

 He fumbled at the waistband of his trousers and freed his rock hard erection with a groan of relief.  James pushed his fingers back into Hugo’s hair, holding him in place while their tongues battled.  It was almost too distracting.  It took Hugo several attempts to move into position, half-expecting James to stop him.

 James did not, however.  Hugo broke the kiss and looked at him closely as he panted for air, but James only nodded.

 “I’ll be careful,” Hugo promised and James quirked his lips in an expression that was almost a smile.

 “I know.”

 Hugo’s cock brushed against James’ entrance tentatively.  After an almost agonizing pause, James shifted downward impatiently.  Hugo quit stalling and quelled a not-so-irrational burst of fear.  He wondered if James had ever done anything like this before.

 Steeling himself, he guided his cock carefully into the tight opening.  James seemed to hold his breath and Hugo definitely held his.  It seemed impossible.  There was no way he could do it without hurting James.

 “Don’t stop,” James said and Hugo suddenly remembered the healing properties of the salve.  Of course!  It had already healed the damage done by Miranda.  Any pain Hugo caused would be quickly eased.  With a sigh of relief, Hugo pressed forward with more determination.

 James sighed against Hugo’s lips and kissed him again.  Hugo could hardly think through the sensation of tight heat surrounding his cock.  It was glorious.  No wonder James kept getting it up for Miranda, if this was the prize—or something similar, at any rate.

 The random thought made him remember something and he took hold of James’ prick once more, squeezing lightly and then caressing.  James rocked his hips, moving his cock in Hugo’s fingers and nearly pulling free of his cock.  In reflex, Hugo rammed forward, not wanting to lose the sensation so quickly.

 “Yes,” James said around a moan.  “Again.”

 Hugo did as bid, repeating the motion until everything lost focus except the feel of James beneath him and the sound of their mingled breathing and soft cries.  He thrust with increasing strength, urged on by James.  He tried to hit James’ prostate with every forward movement.  From the reaction, he succeeded.

 James clenched around him suddenly and his back arched.  Hugo looked down quickly when he felt James’ cock throb.  The pressure around his own prick tightened almost unbearably and when white liquid splashed over his hand and speckled James’ tight abdomen, Hugo felt an orgasm pulse through him like nothing he’d ever experienced.

 He clenched his jaw against a shout as electric shudders rocked him and curled his toes to almost painful contortions.  Merlin.

 He sprawled over James, unable to hold himself up any longer with arms gone shaky and weak.  His shirt stuck to his back, wet with sweat.  He panted into James’ neck and released his cock—finally—to slide a hand up his side, feeling a bizarre mixture of contentment and unease.  James wrapped his arms around Hugo gently.

 Their breathing slowly returned to normal and Hugo finally asked, “Am I crushing you?”  What he meant, of course, was Will this become completely awkward so I’ll never be able to look you in the face, and you’ll pretend I don’t exist, and family holiday dinners will be the worst torture imaginable?

 “No,” James said and tightened his grip.  “Are you, um… okay with this?”

 Hugo was not entirely sure what this was, exactly, but he tried for cocky.  “Of course.  You gave in to my irresistible charm.  Who can blame you?”

 James choked a laugh.  “So you plan to… tell everyone?”

 Hugo raised his head slowly and frowned.  “Shouldn’t this be our secret?”

 Relief flooded James’ features.  Hugo had expected nothing else, but he felt a flash of disappointment, instantly quelled as sentimental stupidity.  It was fine for Albus and Scorpius to come out as a couple—if the two idiots would ever just admit their feelings and be done with it—but he and James were cousins.  People would freak out.  If they were smart, they would admit it was a one time thing and be done with it.

 “Yeah,” James said.  “Yeah, probably.”

 Hugo pushed himself up and cleaned them both with a spell before he put his clothing in order.  Behind him, James tugged his jeans back on.  Hugo capped the magical salve and tucked it into his Potter Patch-up Kit.

“I guess I’ll be off then,” he said lightly.  He shouldered the bag and started for the door, but he heard James leave the bed and stride across the room after him.

 “Hugo,” he said and put a hand on his shoulder.  Hugo turned his head to look at his handsome cousin, who gathered him into a tight embrace.  “Fix me up next time…?”

 Hugo smiled softly, doubting he would be able to refuse James anything in the future.  “Don’t have a ‘next time’ for my sake,” he quipped.

 James snorted a laugh.  “Egotist.”

 Hugo pulled away and headed down the stairs.  “And don’t forget my five Galleons,” he called as he departed.

 

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AND PART THREE