Black? No. Brown? No. Blond? Maybe...
This was the part about being a Metamorphmagus that Teddy disliked the most. Too many choices. Not just an outfit, but an entire person to go with it.
Glancing at the clock, Teddy cursed at how much time he’d wasted in front of the mirror. To match his frustration, he settled on black hair, styled into a fauxhawk, even sharpening his facial features. A final look in the mirror revealed no trace of Teddy Lupin. With a leather jacket, transfigured from a worn jumper, in hand, he cast a Disillusionment Charm over himself—not even bothered anymore by the sensation of a cracked egg traveling down his body.
“Jesus! What was that?” someone yelped.
Shit! Teddy cursed his recklessness. He should have known a few patrons would have found a bit of privacy in the alley beside the club by now. Breaking the Statute of Secrecy was not on his to-do list tonight. He held still, thankful he’d taken at least some precaution.
“Probably just a car backfiring. Now get that pretty mouth back where it belongs,” came another voice. The telltale sounds of blowjob followed. Teddy had no interest in sticking around to watch though, he was already late.
Teddy dropped the charm once safely inside the club. It would have been impossible to sneak through the wall of bodies, and besides he needed to be seen for this part. He swept the crowd with his eyes, searching. Not spotting what he wanted, he headed to the bar.
“I’ll take a mar—I mean I’ll take a pint.” Stay in character, he berated himself. He sipped the beer while scanning the club more, hoping he hadn’t missed his chance. There! On the dance floor, practically glued to another man was the brown-haired man he was after. James Potter always came to this muggle club to destress after a Quidditch match. And in one form or another, so did Teddy.
Now that he had found James, Teddy was content to wait and watch. James moved with grace, be it on a broom or on the dance floor. The man behind him, in contrast, did little more than grind into James’s behind. A spark of possessiveness flared up inside Teddy, but he remained where he was. He wouldn’t break them up. It was James’s choice who he danced with. When the man gestured to James to head off the dance floor though, James shook his head. Nothing could be heard over the music blaring, but the rebuff was clear. Teddy left his mostly full beer on the bar and went to try his luck.
“Care for a fuck, hot stuff?” Teddy growled into James’s ear, draping his arms around him as they both began moving along to the throbbing beat.
“You too?” James chuckled as he glanced over his shoulder but gave no sign of recognition. “I’m just here to dance.”
James’s body was so warm, it seared any part of Teddy it touched. Gladly, Teddy threw himself into the heat, pulling James flush against his front. “Then let’s dance.” They found a rhythm and moved as one, not always in sync with the music—Teddy could barely hear it with his head so far in the clouds—but always together.
At some point Teddy realized he’d gotten hard. His erection now pressed against James’s backside, but neither of them acknowledged it and their dance continued. From his vantage point behind him, Teddy could see the sweat building on James’s flushed skin. Feeling bold, Teddy added an extra inch or two to his height, so he could properly envelop James. He felt James shiver all along their connected bodies.
James turned his head to the side. “I’ve changed my mind. I could go for more than a dance.”
“Your place or mine?” Teddy said it with such confidence. James always chose his own place. He was so predictable that way, Teddy thought playfully as he ground his erection harder into the soft flesh of James’s ass. Drawing a moan from the smaller man. Teddy was getting better and better at this. Soon he’ll be—
“Yours,” James finally said and Teddy froze. Fuck...
The cab ride was long, but by the last few blocks Teddy had regained his confidence. Keep him occupied and he won’t have time to notice anything else, he repeated in his head as he trailed kisses along James’s exposed collarbone.
With a nonverbal Alohomora, he pulled his front door open and held it for James. His eyes locked onto James’s ass in his tight jeans as he walked past, but soon regretted the polite door gesture when he realized James had a clear view of his flat. Teddy raced in after him and pushed James up against the closing door, their lips meeting for the first time that night.
“Someone’s eager,” James chuckled against his lips but happily joined in, opening his mouth to allow Teddy’s tongue access. James’s hands buried themselves in Teddy’s black hair as Teddy’s snaked their way down to grip James’s firm ass. They kissed with wanton abandon, filling the room with harsh pants and the occasional clink of teeth. Teddy’s erection was back, and this time he could feel a matching hardness against it. He thrust his hips against James, who broke the kiss to bury his face in the crook of Teddy’s neck.
Without James to kiss, Teddy’s eyes stared at the familiar sight of his front door. James was in his house. The realization made him feel light-headed, but it also reminded him that the game could be up at any moment. James started sucking on Teddy’s neck, no doubt trying to leave a mark. Teddy let one appear—he could always remove it later. Taking advantage of James’s newfound endeavor, Teddy shouldered the other man’s weight, having to grow his muscles just a bit to bear the load, as he carried his brown-haired prize to his bedroom.
“Fuck!” James moaned loudly, face buried in one of Teddy’s pillows as Teddy’s face was buried between the cheeks of his ass, lavishing praise against the pucker. “So good!” He loved how responsive James was to him. James gave him his all each and every time. The tip of his tongue finally slipped inside and James let out another string of curses, “Merlin’s balls!” to which Teddy couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Merlin, huh?” Teddy teased. James squirmed under him, reeling from the momentary loss of the hot tongue against his hole. Face down on the mattress, ass in the air, and pants pulled down around his thighs, James was the sexiest sight possible. Teddy planned to bottle this memory and wank to it every chance he could. “Tell me what you want next.”
“Just fuck me already,” James whined.
“I need to find some lube first,” Teddy replied, but James ignored his words. Teddy watched as, with a wave of his hand, James wandlessly cast a lubrication charm on himself. His hole glistened and accepted Teddy’s first finger with ease. What in the world—
“More!” James demanded and Teddy quickly added a second finger. “Yes, right there.” Teddy didn’t feel in control at all anymore as James rocked his hips, fucking himself on Teddy’s fingers.
With effort, he found his bearings again and started meeting James’s hips with sharp thrusts, drawing sharp gasps from the man under him. Teddy’s stiff cock strained against his tight pants, which he quickly vanished—not wanting to pause the action to take them off properly. His fingers withdrew from inside James, who scooted back, trying to follow the retreating fingers. He lifted his head off the bed to try and see why the pleasure had stopped, but quickly collapsed back when Teddy thrusted inside in a single stroke.
“Ahh...” James moaned and his toes curled as his body accepted Teddy’s long cock. Balls deep, Teddy stalled, overcome with pleasure. Inside James felt amazing. Hot, Tight, Slick. He pulled back, teasing the rim with the head of his cock, before thrusting back inside. This time he didn’t wait at all, laying into James’s ass with a barrage of powerful thrusts. James took them all, pressed further into the mattress and babbling pleading words into the pillow.
Without James’s loud moans, the room suddenly felt quiet, despite the sound of skin slapping together or Teddy’s labored breathing. “Your ass feels amazing,” Teddy moaned directly into James’s ear and the walls surrounding his cock tightened, confirming he’d been heard. Getting close, his body told him, and he planted his knees between James’s thighs and hoisted him off the mattress and onto his lap. The room once again filled with the sounds of James’s voice.
“Fuck!” James shouted as Teddy lowered the man back down onto his cock, the new position allowing him to go even deeper. He reached around and found James’s cock. The tip was slick with pre-cum, which he gathered in his palm and used to slick the shaft as he stroked in time with his own thrusts. “I’m close,” James confirmed.
“Where do you want me to come?” Teddy wasn’t sure why he suddenly asked, but he just needed to hear James speak more in this moment.
“Inside. Come inside me,” James panted, and then he was coming, shooting jets of come over Teddy’s hand and all over the pillow in front of them. Completely spent, James collapsed backwards onto Teddy’s chest. He released James’s cock and moved his hands to James’s hips, holding him in place as he thrust into James’s quaking body.
“James,” Teddy moaned as he came, holding them together as he pumped his load as deep as he could into the man he loved so much. Both clearly exhausted, he gathered James into his arms and laid them both down on the mattress, being careful not to pull out. Brown locks tickled his nose as he snuggled closer. He felt ready to tell James about all this, confess his feelings, and let him choose if the next time could be for real.
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