Harry/Teddy/Scorpius - The Best of A Good Solution, NC-17
Title: The Best of A Good Solution
Pairing(s): Harry/Scorpius, Harry/Teddy, Teddy/Scorpius, Harry/Teddy/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6,100.
Warnings: Threesome, rimming, blowjobs, swearing.
Summary: Scorpius isn’t a brilliant reporter, by any stretch of the imagination, but that’s what he does for a living anyway. When he discovers Harry Potter’s imminent divorce, will this be the scoop of his career, or will it all come apart in his hands
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s notes: Written for hp_nextgen_fest for marguerite_26. Thank you to my delightful beta, bewarethesmirk. You are fabulous. Any remaining mistakes are my own.



: :

Scorpius sighed as he rapped his fingers in a mindless pattern on the desk. He hated his job. Hated it. It wasn’t that he didn’t have any work to do – he did. He just had no desire to do it. Losing his job wasn’t an issue; he was a Malfoy for Merlin’s sake. He was a commodity to any firm for which he chose to work – money rolled in just because his name was on the books.

The thing was nothing ever happened. Scorpius was part of the entertainment section of the Daily Prophet, although he used the term ‘entertainment’ very loosely. His section was the society pages. When he had begun the job it had seemed perfect. What could be better than spending all day, everyday discussing the sordid sex lives of minor celebrities and their offspring? Apparently, a lot of things were better than that. Scorpius could name twenty nine off the top of his head.

There were all these silly things such as slander and libel that he had to take into account. It was most perplexing. The first time, his bosses had written it off as a beginner’s mistake. The fourth, they realised that Scorpius actually enjoyed pissing people off, and the only way to stop the paper being sued again was to threaten Scorpius with the removal of his company broom and his job on the direr of occasions. It worked, but Scorpius wasn’t very happy about it.

On a good day Scorpius would get a call from a girl claiming that Albus Potter had got them pregnant – he got one of those at least once a week. Sometimes the Hogwarts professors would descend upon Hogsmeade and get roaring drunk. Occasionally there would be a gay sex rumour that circulated about a Quidditch player (no one even bothered to mention the Holyhead Harpies; everyone knew they were all lesbians and the team was just a front for mass orgies). Scorpius always loved the day Auror training results were revealed – telling the world James Potter had failed for the fiftieth time was always fun. It would never get old.

Today wasn’t a good day. A politician had died of a boring disease, and that about summed it up. It was days like this that Scorpius loved the fact his column was only bi-weekly. Merlin forbid that he have to make things up again. His father still hadn’t forgiven him for that.

It was with a heavy heart that Scorpius headed back to his house that evening. The house was empty and dark, and his owl hooted ominously from the depths.

Sat down at the dining table, eating a house-elf prepared meal of roast beef with all the trimmings, Scorpius looked at the empty seat opposite him.

“I hate my fucking life,” he said to the room. He placed his knife and fork on his plate before heading to the fire. It was seven o’clock - slightly later than the time he normally ended up Flooing to his parents’ house. If he wasn’t careful, they would begin to worry.

He knew his bed would already be made up. It always was.

: :

The next day as he left his parents’ house, ridiculously full after enjoying a full English breakfast with his father, he contemplated his day.

Scorpius wasn’t due into the office for another half an hour – perhaps he could get his chores out of the way now rather than rushing through his lunch. As he left the security of the wards surrounding the Manor, he Apparated away with a pop! and appeared in Diagon Alley.

He didn’t end up where he expected though – it was the right place, but the wrong atmosphere. Diagon Alley on a Thursday morning was usually as dead as an Inferi; a few people milled about, but on the whole there was no one there. Not this morning though.

“Oi! Mr. Potter!” somebody yelled from the midst of the crowd outside Gringotts.

Scorpius rolled his eyes as he approached the back of the crowd. There was never an excuse for a lack of manners, and especially the utterance, “Oi!”.

“What’s going on?” Scorpius said, as he tapped the person in front of him.

The bloke turned around and looked Scorpius up and down. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes again; he didn’t want it to get repetitive.

“’arry Potter, you know, the Man Who Destroyed You Know Who?” the man said.

“I am familiar,” Scorpius said dryly.

“Yeah,” the bloke said, unfazed by Scorpius’ attitude. “Him and his missus, they’ve only gone and broken up like.”

Scorpius raised an eyebrow. Suddenly this little venture into Diagon Alley didn’t seem like a total waste of time. He plucked his wand out of his robes and sent his Patronus to the office. There wasn’t a chance he was going into work today. He was the first reporter here as far as he knew – Harry Potter never invited the press to his announcements. It was all terribly random; he’d just stand on the steps and a crowd would gather.

Scorpius fantasised about having that much power. People would be at his beck and call. This could be the break he needed to be given ten minions rather than one useless assistant called Jeremiah. One could be dedicated to shining his shoes or other such nonsense.

Scorpius muttered his thanks to the man in front of him before pushing past. His father had always told him that his tall, skinny frame would come in useful for something. It definitely was now; without it he would not have sharp elbows, perfect for forcing his way to the front of the crowd.

He only knocked one person over in his battle to get to the front of the crowd. Potter was still talking, shouting something about his children and an empty nest, but the crowd was in an uproar and he could barely be heard. Scorpius could see him starting to get frustrated, and could definitely lip read well enough to make out the words ‘for fuck’s sake!’.

Potter pulled out his wand and cast Sonorous again and his voice got even louder. He wrapped up the impromptu gathering quickly and the crowd began to disperse, leaving just a couple of die-hard fans. Scorpius watched as Potter signed a couple of autographs with a strained smile before he was left on the steps alone. Potter looked up and saw Scorpius. Scorpius smirked and began to walk towards him.

“Mr. Potter,” Scorpius greeted him. He held his hand out and Potter took it reluctantly.

“Hello,” Potter said.

“Scorpius,” he filled in. There was no doubt about it; Harry Potter had aged well. Very well. If Potter was gay, Scorpius would have been first in the line.

Potter nodded. “I remember. How can I help you?”

“Well, here I was just going about my daily business and what do I come across? Well, Harry Potter spreading the word of his imminent divorce. I did wonder if it was my birthday, but alas, it is not May yet, is it?”

“It’s October,” Potter said.

“Indeed it is,” Scorpius said. “Such a lovely month to be sleeping with prostitutes? Finding Mrs. Potter in bed with the Holyhead Harpies? Getting caught shagging a goat?”

“Such a delightful imagination,” Potter said wryly. “However, none of them are correct. There’s not a chance I’m letting you interview me, Malfoy. You report that Albus has a new child on the way every week, and you know fully well I have no grandchildren to speak of.”

Scorpius raised one eyebrow. “My sources, while anonymous, are very trustworthy.”

“I’m sure they are. Listen, there’s nothing to tell. Seriously. Just a late case of empty nest syndrome. We’re both still young enough to find happiness elsewhere, so we felt it was best as we were no longer in love,” Potter told him, running a hand through his hair, revealing that jagged scar on his forehead..

Scorpius didn’t believe him in the slightest, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think that Potter would actually tell him he’d been shagging a goat either. “Fair enough,” Scorpius lied. “Thank you for your time, Mr. Potter.”

Potter sighed and said goodbye to Scorpius, before he Apparated away, leaving Scorpius standing alone on the steps. The dust of Potter’s Apparation began to settle, and a leaflet fluttered to the floor.

Scorpius bent down and picked it up. It was an advertisement for a bar, more specifically an evening this week. With a smirk, Scorpius folded the piece of paper and put it in his pocket. It looked like he had plans for Thursday night.

: :

“Be careful, dear,” his mother said. She straightened his tie before she kissed him on the cheek and walked out the room. “Owl me when you’re home!”

“If there was ever any doubt about why you are still living at home, and fancy men, the answer just walked out the door,” Father said.

“Do shut up,” Scorpius said. He gazed into the mirror before he turned around to glare at his father. “And I don’t live at home.”

“You sleep here six nights a week. You live at home.”

“I’m going now,” Scorpius said. “This is a fact-finding mission for an article. I will be fine. Tell Mother to keep her knickers on, I will be fine.”

“I’ll ignore the fact you said ‘I will be fine’ twice then, as well as your suggestion that I tell your mother to keep her knickers on. Try not to embarrass yourself,” Father said and clapped a hand on Scorpius’ shoulder. He left the room without another word.

Scorpius Apparated to the end of an alley way two minutes away from the bar. After stepping out of the yellow polystyrene takeaway box he appeared in, he walked up to the bar and got frisked by the bouncer.

Inside, the bar was nothing like Scorpius had expected. For one, the people on the dance floor were all men. Together. There were a few women dotted around the place as well, but for the most part, the bar was very high in testosterone. He smirked as he immersed himself in the throng of people. Just one sight of Harry Potter in this bar would be enough to fuel his column for a month. He would have never guessed that the Man Who Destroyed You Know Who played for the same team that he did.

Scorpius headed to the bar and pulled out one of the notes he had exchanged at Gringotts.

“What can I get you?” the bloke behind the bar asked Scorpius.

“Surprise me,” Scorpius told him, figuring it was the easiest way to get a decent drink when he had no idea what to order.

The bloke smirked and nodded before he wandered off, returning a minute later with a bright yellow drink. Scorpius handed the note over, waving off his change before he took a sip. It was orange flavoured, but he was overwhelmed by the taste of vodka as it burned down his throat, setting his stomach on fire.

He stood at the bar for quite a while, watching the people on the dance floor as well as the people who were arriving through the entrance. He wasn’t in a bad place; he didn’t think he could be seen by those entering, which was definitely his goal. He had been there for over an hour before his bladder began to protest. Setting his glass down on the bar, Scorpius headed for the bathrooms, squeezing his way past the crowds which had accumulated.

Surprisingly, the bathroom was empty. He headed for the urinal furthest from the door and did his business before zipping up and heading to the wash basins. The door behind him opened and a man stumbled through. Scorpius studied his reflection in the mirror; certain that he knew that face from somewhere. That bright blue hair was familiar as well, even though he was fairly certain he had never seen a fellow human being with that colour hair.

The man stood next to Scorpius as he washed his hands, catching his eye in the mirror.

“All right?” he said, looking Scorpius up and down once.

“Yes,” Scorpius said bluntly. Muggles were more forward than he remembered; it was the alcohol he decided. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” the man said with a laugh and a shake of his head. “Teddy.”

“Scorpius.”

Teddy’s eyes widened before he laughed again. “Ahh I see. A Malfoy in a Muggle bar. Who would have thought it?”

Scorpius was stunned. “You know me?”

“You know me, too,” Teddy said. He looked at Scorpius for a long moment before he smiled. “I’ll see you out there, yeah?” He winked and disappeared out the door before Scorpius could take another breath.

Fuck, Scorpius thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That must be who Potter was here with. It was too much of a coincidence otherwise. His brain began to whir with possibilities. Teddy… Teddy Lupin - that was his name. Harry Potter’s godson, he had been orphaned in the war. What was he doing here with Harry Potter? This wasn’t the kind of place that you came for a sociable family drink; it was a place you came to seduce someone you wanted to fuck. Unless he was fucking his godson. Interesting. Scorpius left the bathroom at a quick pace before he resumed his place at the bar, on the look-out for Potter.

There he was, on the dance floor. He looked drunk. Scorpius turned around and ordered his third drink. Maybe he was a little drunk, too. It couldn’t hurt, could it?

When Scorpius looked back, Teddy was whispering in Potter’s ear, and the two of them both glanced over at him. Fuck. Potter looked him up and down once then he turned away and disappeared into the crowd. Scorpius became very aware that Teddy was staring at him and, the next moment, he was walking right towards him. He spun around and faced the bar, downing a shot of something vile before he felt a body behind him, pushing him up against the bar.

“Fuck,” Scorpius muttered. He began to squirm, but there was nowhere for him to go, nowhere to escape.

“You’re quite forward,” Teddy said. He picked Scorpius’ drink up and took a sip.

“This could be considered rape,” Scorpius informed him. His cock was hard now, and brushing up against the bar in quite a satisfying way.

Teddy laughed. “You’re already hard and up for it, Malfoy, I can feel you squirming for me.”

“What do you want?” Scorpius said, trying his hardest not to push back against Teddy. “You know what I do for a living; what exactly are you playing at?”

“I do,” Teddy agreed. “I also know you’re shit at your job. And I’m guessing that for a blow job you would be quite willing to forget tonight. And you never write about yourself in your column.”

“Why is Potter here?” Scorpius asked, ignoring Teddy’s slurs. He knew he was brilliant. “Or has he ditched you, and you’ve decided I’ll be your fuck for tonight?” He tried to ignore the way Teddy’s breath felt on his neck, and the hard cock he could feel against his arse.

“This was his idea,” Teddy whispered. The music was blaring in the club, and Teddy had to tighten his arms around Scorpius to mould himself close enough so Scorpius could hear him. “Harry and I aren’t together, not really. After he and Ginny split, he moved in with me. We’ve had a few drunken fumbles, but that’s it. I’m not the one he wants.”

“And I am?” Scorpius snorted. “I’ve met him four or five times, that’s it. And did you ever factor into the equation that I might not want him?”

“He’s Harry Potter, everyone wants him.” Teddy’s hand snuck around to the front of Scorpius’ trousers and grasped him, hard.

“And why are you here? He’s a grown man, if he wanted me, he should have come over here himself.”

“He was going to. I just offered because I wanted in on the fun. You can have him all to yourself after tonight,” Teddy whispered in his ear.

“You’re fucking serious, aren’t you?”

“You’re damn fucking right I am. And so is Harry.”

Scorpius shut his eyes for a minute, then took a deep breath. “Fine, let’s do this. It’s just one night though. I know I’m fit, but Potter better not get his bloody hopes up.”

Teddy nodded and took Scorpius’ hand in his. “I wouldn’t say that until the morning if I was you. Harry is waiting at the flat. I told him I’d be ten minutes at the most.”

“You were that certain I was up for it?” Scorpius asked sarcastically.

“Well, if you weren’t, we would have been fine on our own.”

“I’m sure you would,” Scorpius muttered as Teddy pulled him through the hot, sweaty club. “But I’m more than fine.”

: :

Scorpius and Teddy Apparated with a loud pop! to the flat Potter and Teddy were sharing. Looking around, it became obvious to Scorpius that Potter wasn’t there. Teddy made a face, until a noise from the kitchen emerged.

“Harry?” Teddy called.

“Just getting a drink,” Harry called back. “You want one?”

Teddy glanced at Scorpius, who nodded back. “Yeah, we both do thanks,” Teddy yelled.

There was a pause, and the noise stopped abruptly before beginning again. “Of course.”

Teddy sat down on the couch and pulled Scorpius to sit close to him. He leant in close to Scorpius and began to whisper in his ear. “He’s going to be nervous. He’s never done anything like this before, even though I doubt there’s anything he’s thought about more. He wants you, don’t forget that – kiss me.”

Scorpius opened his mouth to speak, but instead found his mouth occupied as Teddy planted his lips on his. They kissed for a moment, lips sliding over each other, mouths opening gently until Teddy raised his hand and took Scorpius’ chin into his palm. His thumb rubbed the stubbly skin of Scorpius’s face and Scorpius moaned, his mouth opening wide. Teddy slipped his tongue into Scorpius’ mouth, sliding it along his teeth and the roof of his mouth, and God, Teddy was a fucking brilliant kisser. Teddy pulled his mouth away and latched onto Scorpius’ neck. Scorpius opened his eyes, although he had no idea when they had fallen shut, and fucking hell, there in front of him was Harry fucking Potter, looking at Scorpius like he was land and Harry drowning. Scorpius’s mouth fell open as he moaned, “Teddy.”

Teddy pulled his fantastic mouth away from Scorpius and looked at Harry. “Come and join us,” he said.

Nodding while swallowing the lump in his throat, Scorpius held out his hand. Harry looked at it warily, but even from his position on the couch, Scorpius could see the fire in his eyes.

“You two look like you’re having enough fun without me,” Harry said awkwardly. He put the tray of drinks down on the coffee table, leaving Scorpius feeling quite ridiculous.

“We could have a lot more fun with you,” Teddy said. “Sit down.”

Harry looked at Scorpius again before sitting down next to him.

“I want to see you kiss,” Teddy asked. “Please.”

There was a pause. “Well, seeing as you said please,” Harry said. He put his hand on Scorpius’ thigh and looked him in the eye. Scorpius rolled his eyes and pulled Harry towards him, slipping his tongue straight into his mouth, sucking on his tongue. Harry hadn’t shaved, and Scorpius could feel the rough skin above and below his lips rubbing against him, scratching. His skin would be pink in the morning and feel ragged – he hoped it wouldn’t be the only remnant of his evening with Harry and Teddy. Harry pushed him against Teddy’s chest roughly and Scorpius automatically raised his arms to wrap them around his shoulders.

“I want to suck you off,” Harry said as he pulled away from that kiss, that perfect, amazing kiss. Scorpius had been in the room no more than five minutes.

“You certainly don’t beat around the bush,” Scorpius said, wide-eyed as he watched Harry Potter sink to his knees in front of him. He looked wildly at Teddy who smirked.

“He’s pretty amazing at this,” Teddy told him.

Harry smiled at him from the floor. “That’s OK, yeah?”

Scorpius nodded quickly. “Of course, of course.”

Full out grinning this time, Harry said, “Good,” and moved his fingers to pull the zip of Scorpius’ trousers down. Just that small feeling on his cock sent a shock of arousal through his body and he sucked in his breath through his teeth. Harry pulled his trousers over his arse carefully, leaving them in a puddle on the floor.

Scorpius was suddenly very glad that he had put nice boxers on as Harry rubbed his mouth and chin over his cock. His erection was straining to escape his boxers and the head was almost poking from the waistband. Harry moaned as Scorpius pushed his hips up off the couch and glanced at Teddy.

Teddy smirked – Scorpius was convinced they were communicating telepathically – and held Scorpius’ hands behind his back, arranging them so they were rubbing against Teddy’s cock. Unceremoniously, Harry pulled Scorpius’ boxers off of him and chucked them behind him. Scorpius became very aware he was the only one with clothes off.

“Take – take your shirt off, Potter. You too, Lupin,” Scorpius said urgently.

Teddy laughed from behind him and let go of his hands to whip his t-shirt off over his head. Scorpius’ hands were restrained once again and he moaned – there was something so hot about not being able to touch.

Harry sat on his knees, his intense green eyes never leaving Scorpius. He slowly undid every button of his shirt before sliding it off his shoulders, and as he did, Scorpius had to take a breath.

The man seemed to ooze power and control out of every inch of his tight, muscled body. Scorpius dragged his eyes over the muscled shoulders, hoping that later on he would be biting into them as he was fucked. There was a spattering of dark hair over his tanned chest and pebbled nipples. Scorpius wanted to lick and suck them until they were bruised.

Scorpius spread his legs, and Harry gently took his balls in his hand and rolled them around his palm. Harry took the fine covering of hair on Scorpius's balls between his fingers before his other hand grasped the base of Scorpius's cock and then the head of his cock was engulfed by Harry's hot, wet mouth.

Harry pulled his mouth off almost straight away, holding Scorpius’ cock and angling it away from his body. He stuck his tongue out and licked the head, running the tip around slowly, deliberately. Then Harry flattened his tongue and licked straight down his cock, and back up again, eliciting an earth-shattering moan from Scorpius. And then, when he thought it couldn’t get any better, Harry took his cock as far into his mouth as he could, until the head of his cock was nudging the back of Harry’s throat.

Scorpius ached to shove his hands in Harry’s hair, but fucking Teddy was holding his hands and God he needed to touch. “Please, please, please,” Scorpius whined.

Teddy laughed and attached his mouth to Scorpius’ neck, sucking at the pale skin. “Fuck his mouth, Scorpius. He wants you to, just look at him, he wants your cock down his throat, wants you to come in his mouth, feel you on his tongue.”

Scorpius moaned, arching off the sofa, thrusting himself down Harry’s throat. “I can’t… not yet, can’t come yet…”

“You’re twenty-two, Scorpius; you’re going to be hard again in ten minutes if your cock softens at all,” Teddy said against his neck.

“Oh… ohhhh, fuck, I’m not going to last. Ahhhh,” Scorpius yelled as he thrust into Harry’s mouth once more before he came, and came, and came, harder than he had in a long, long time.

“Fucking hell,” he gasped as Harry took his mouth off his cock, not before milking every last drop of pleasure that he could.

Harry raised his hand to his face to conceal his cough. He placed a single kiss on Scorpius’ thigh before he sat up. “Thanks,” he said with a grin.

“Thank you,” Scorpius said, as he lay bonelessly against Teddy and tried to catch his breath. His hands were finally let go and he stretched his arms out and circled his wrists, listening to the satisfying pops of his joints.

“You’re welcome,” Harry said.

Scorpius moved off Teddy to the other side of the sofa. Teddy stretched out along the sofa, his hard cock pressed firmly against the inside of his jeans, a long bulge on the left of the zipper.

“Take your trousers off,” Harry said. He’d moved to sit in the armchair a couple of feet away. His trousers were open and he was rubbing his hand up against his cock. Scorpius couldn’t wait to see it, touch it, have it inside him.

Teddy did as he was told, standing up and discarding his trousers and boxer shorts.

“Scorpius,” Harry began, “I’d like to watch him come in your hand. Is that all right?”

“Fine,” Scorpius said, swallowing as he realised how dry his throat had become. A moment later though, as he stared at Teddy’s cock, which was curving up to his belly button, he felt his mouth begin to water. God, he wanted it in his mouth, but no. That wasn’t what Harry wanted.

Teddy sat back down, his legs spread wide, and his arm along the back of the sofa. Scorpius bit his lip as he thought about the best way to give Harry a show. He got on his hands and knees. He knew Harry would be getting a very interesting view of his arse, and crack, and maybe if he spread his legs a bit more … his hole as well.

Scorpius took Teddy’s cock in his hand, relishing the heavy weight in his palm. He ran his finger up and down, before encircling it with his entire fist. He pumped up and down along the shaft a couple of times, running his thumb over the head.

He held Teddy’s prick with the kind of pressure that he himself enjoyed, and moved his hand up and down. Teddy threw his head back, moaning as Scorpius took his time, wanting to draw this out. He looked over his shoulder to Harry, who was staring intently, his palm still massaging his cock through his boxers.

“Are you going to come for the first time before you fuck me, or in my arse?” Scorpius asked. He sped up his strokes on Teddy’s cock, spreading the pre-come which was oozing out of Teddy’s cock.

Harry’s eyes darkened with lust. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”

“You’re going to lean against the wall, an arm’s length away, with your legs open. From behind, I’m going to kiss your arse, and Teddy is going to suck your cock. Then, you’re going to take me to your bed and fuck me.” Scorpius watched as Harry’s face infused with pink, and Scorpius delighted in the fact that there was something that embarrassed him, some unchartered territory.

“What about me?” Teddy asked.

“If Scorpius is up to it, you’re going to slide in next to me, in his arse. Or he can fuck you at the same time as I fuck Scorpius,” Harry said hungrily. He pulled his boxers off.

Scorpius moaned at the same time as Teddy and he looked back at him. He was writhing against the sofa, pushing himself into Scorpius’ tight fist. He looked amazing, so amazing, Scorpius had to kiss him. He slipped his tongue between Teddy’s lips, and not a minute later felt his fist fill with come and Teddy sagged against the couch.

Scorpius sat back down and stared at Harry. “Stand up. I – I need to… taste you. I need you,” he said, a blush rising in his cheeks.

Harry nodded and glanced at Teddy. As he stood up he said, “I want your mouth around my cock in a minute, Ted.”

Teddy smiled lazily. “Of course,” he said and ran his fingers through his come. He raised his finger to Harry, who sucked it greedily into his mouth, then going to stand near the wall.

That was his cue. Scorpius scrambled over, falling to his knees and watching as Harry spread his legs and leant against the wall. Scorpius ran his hands up and down Harry’s legs, massaging firm buttocks before parting them.

He blew a breath of warm air against Harry’s hole, vaguely aware that Teddy was now sitting in front of Harry, getting ready to suck. His thumbs dug into Harry’s cheeks and he licked straight up and down. He wondered if he would meet Teddy’s tongue down there.

“Malfoy,” Harry moaned. “Please…”

Harry was tense, but Scorpius knew that between them, he and Teddy could fix that. He ran his tongue around the puckered skin, feeling the muscle contract beneath his mouth. He circled around the hole, not quite delving in until Harry began to push back. His breath was coming in quick pants and he realised he would need to hurry up or he was going to come in Teddy’s mouth.

He manoeuvred his tongue into a point, pulling Harry’s cheeks apart again, before sticking his tongue up his arse. There were moans of encouragement coming almost constantly now and Scorpius kept licking and sucking and fucking Harry’s arse with his tongue. He slid a finger alongside his tongue, massaging his prostate, and Harry was whining. Scorpius assumed his rocking back and forth meant Harry didn’t know whether to push back or forwards, into Teddy’s mouth or onto Scorpius’ tongue and fingers. But soon, the decision was no longer needed as Harry came with a primal shout, his hole contracting around Scorpius’ tongue and finger, and God, Scorpius was so hard again; he needed to be fucked, and soon.

Scorpius moved away and watched as Teddy lowered Harry to the floor, where he sat, panting, trying to catch his breath. He caught Teddy’s eye, smirked and received a sly grin back.

“You ready to get fucked?” Teddy asked. He stood up and held his hands out to Harry and Scorpius, who took them and scrambled to their feet. Harry looked shaky when he stood – Scorpius was quite proud of himself.

“I’m ready,” Scorpius said as he let himself be led to Harry’s bed. He jumped on, sitting against the head board. He took his cock in his hand and watched as Teddy and Harry observed him.

Teddy levered himself on next to Scorpius and kissed him for all he was worth. When they broke apart, they were breathless and Harry was lying on the bed, leaning on his elbow, watching them.

“Have you decided?” Teddy asked hesitantly.

Scorpius nodded. “I don’t think… I can. I’d like to fuck you, though, Teddy.”

Harry’s arms encircled him and he felt a kiss pressed to his back, and a half-hard cock against his arse. “Don’t worry. Maybe another time?”

Scorpius nodded. “Another time.”

Harry bowed his head to Scorpius’ shoulder and kissed it, and his fingers worked themselves between his cheeks. Teddy got up off the bed and returned with a tube of lube. He squeezed some on his fingers before chucking it to Harry.

“You can watch me prepare myself for you,” Teddy said.

Scorpius nodded as he felt a cool slick finger slide inside him slowly, moving in and out, stroking his insides. Another one was added, and Scorpius noticed that Teddy was already fucking himself with two fingers. Scorpius pushed back against Harry and a bolt of pleasure ran through his body as Harry brushed his prostate. Scorpius cried out loudly, arching into Harry, who increased his pace, parting his fingers, stretching and twisting. A last finger was added before Scorpius began to beg.

“Please, please, fuck me, Harry, fuck me,” he pleaded.

“On your back, Teddy,” Harry said.

Teddy nodded and did as he was told. He spread his legs and took hold of his cock. Scorpius positioned himself between his thighs, slipping two fingers inside him first, to check he was ready. He was tight, but he moaned as Scorpius fingered him, and God, Scorpius needed to be inside him. He grabbed hold of Teddy’s hips and pulled his legs over his shoulders, bending him in half. Scorpius pressed his cock against Teddy’s hole.

“Sure?” Scorpius asked, desperately trying not to push.

“Fuck, yeah, just do it,” Teddy demanded. He pushed his hips forwards and the head of Scorpius’ cock pushed inside his body. Scorpius surged forwards and buried himself to the hilt.

Behind him, Harry arranged himself, moving Scorpius until he was in the right position, and then he pushed inside of him, no questions, no hesitations, and God, Scorpius loved getting fucked. Maybe he could have taken them both.

Eventually Harry and Teddy found a rhythm and he was being pushed and pulled forwards and backwards and everywhere. Scorpius’ cock was sliding in and out of Teddy, who was moaning, and fisting himself, and Scorpius was being pushed into him by Harry, who was fucking him mercilessly. God, he was going to come, going to come, going to come, and then he did, stars exploded behind his eyelids and Christ, Teddy hadn’t come yet.

He collapsed on Teddy as he let himself get fucked into the mattress. Teddy was moaning, and Scorpius finally took that gorgeous cock in his mouth and sucked, hard and his mouth was flooded with come.

Scorpius pushed himself onto his elbows and arched his back as Harry fucked him. He began to push back to meet Harry’s strokes, and he clenched his arse muscles, knowing how brilliant that extra tightness felt. It didn’t take long until Harry was biting Scorpius’ shoulder to stop himself from shouting as he came, before he collapsed.

Harry rolled off Scorpius, his soft cock slipping from his arse. The three of them laid on the bed, panting, until they fell into an exhausted slumber, sandwiched together.

: :

When Scorpius awoke the next morning, he stretched his back and his arms above his head before he opened his eyes. This wasn’t his ceiling. He turned over and saw Harry staring at him as he slept, with a smile on his face.

“Morning,” Harry said, his voice husky with the early morning.

“Morning,” Scorpius said. He looked around. “Where’s Lupin gone?”

“His own bed,” Harry said hesitantly. “That OK?”

Sitting up, Scorpius nodded, and they sat in silence for a while.

“Last night was fun,” Harry ventured. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Scorpius told him wryly. “I do hope you aren’t spoiled for life by me, and Lupin isn’t good enough now.”

Harry laughed. “Teddy and I aren’t together. I mean we have been, but we’re just friends. Family. He’s not the one I’m interested in.”

“Not the one, hmm?” Scorpius asked lazily, but his heart was pounding.

Harry ran his hand along Scorpius’ jaw. “No.”

“Fair enough. Do I get to meet him then?” he asked.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Do I need to spell it out to you?” His thumb found Scorpius’ bottom lip and rubbed it. Scorpius had been right; his face was raw from where stubble had burned it. He loved it.

Scorpius took a deep breath. He knew it was an awful idea, but there was something about Harry Potter - he was irresistible. “No, you don’t need to spell it out. You could show me though,” he said with a smirk.

Harry laughed throatily and pulled Scorpius down so he was lying on the bed, and he rolled on top of him. His knee was between Scorpius’ legs, his chest against his, their half hard cocks rubbing together. “I plan on showing you on quite a regular basis actually. All right?”

“Fucking perfect,” Scorpius growled and pulled Harry fucking Potter into a kiss.