FIC FIC FIC.
Title: Nineteen
Author: Esh
{Fandom} Pairing: {BL-universe Harry Potter} Pepper/Aubrey(/shocky collar lololol)
Rating: Not for the kiddies.
Summary: "Wow, I'm beginning to understand why you constantly belittle my intelligence."



"I think it looks rather fetching on you," Pepper said seriously, as if Aubrey couldn't feel him grinning against his back.

"You can't tell," Aubrey replied, "but I'm giving you a withering look right now."

Pepper laughed and spread his hands against Aubrey's bare shoulders, skimming his fingers down Aubrey's arms. Under any other circumstance, with the late evening light filtering in through the windows and the pair of them near-cuddling, Aubrey would have said it was moments like these that made him feel like they were a proper couple, until Pepper said something like: "No, really, Rover. I mean it."

In retrospect, the fact that Pepper had fairly insisted that Aubrey stay the night at his flat ought to have tipped Aubrey off. And Pepper 'borrowing' (taking) several Muggle pound notes from Aubrey's pocket. And the look Pepper got whenever the collar debacle was mentioned.

"Wow."

The fingers rubbing small circles against Aubrey's hips stopped. "'Wow', what?"

"Wow, I'm beginning to understand why you constantly belittle my intelligence."

"I'm thinking," Pepper started in a tone of voice Aubrey had come to know as the 'You-are-going-to-do-the-next-thing-I-say-no-exceptions' voice, "we should try it out."

They had tried it out -- or, more appropriately, Pepper had tried it out while Aubrey was asleep, resulting in Aubrey having a minor spasm and shouting every conceivable curse known to man and a few otherwise and Pepper responding with "So twenty is too high? Let's try nineteen." -- but the fact that Pepper had moved from lying quietly on the mattress to actively straddling Aubrey made him think that perhaps that was not exactly what Pepper had in mind.

Aubrey groaned. "Can't I just suck you off and be done with?"

Pepper leaned forward to brush his lips against Aubrey's, drawing out a smaller, more different groan. "You make it sound as if you don't enjoy it."

"The collar or the blowjobs?"

"Either or." Pepper slid back onto his side of the bed, and for a moment Aubrey thought he might have pissed him off. "If you're going to do this, now would be a good time to start."

It was almost moments like these that made Aubrey feel like they were a proper couple.

~*~

The first time Pepper did it, Aubrey almost gagged, which was odd, because Aubrey never gagged (ever -- Pepper often said this was why he put up with him and, see, this was why they were never going to be a proper couple), but of all the times Aubrey had gone down on anyone ever he had yet to experience a distinct shocking sensation.

He started to pull away, but the hand wrapped in his hair pushed him back down. "That was two."

Aubrey wasn't sure what the proper response to that was, so he went merrily back to work. He teased the head of Pepper's cock languidly with his tongue, rewarded with a light tug on his hair and, as he moved his way down to the base, another shock.

"What the hell are you -- "

"Four. We haven't got all day, Aubrey."

Aubrey's fingers dug lightly into Pepper's hips, his body filled with a new tenseness -- anxiety, really -- alternating with the sensation of being jolted quasi-regularly. The sharp shocks were more jarring than painful, forcing the muscles of his throat to go lax and sending tingles down his spine, straight to his cock. He'd known he was a masochist for some time, but --

"Seven."

"Higher," Aubrey hissed, and took Pepper completely into his mouth.

~*~

Pepper jerked his wrist up sharply, murmuring platitudes and "twelve" under his breath. His free hand rubbed Aubrey's collarbone, to irritate or alleviate the pain Aubrey couldn't know (so god damned close to being a proper couple). Aubrey thrusted shallowly into Pepper's hand, eyes rolling back in his head with each successively stronger pulse. He wrapped his arms around Pepper's neck, kissing him hard and messy.

"Fourteen, I can't tell if you're having a seizure or an orgasm," and with that extremely unsexy statement Aubrey groaned and came.

~*~

It took five or six 'static electricity shocks' at the office for Aubrey to figure out it wasn't just some crazy fluke.

"Let's just say one," Pepper said through a smile, not raising his eyes from Crouch's latest memo. "Your shirt's inside out."

So god damned close to being a proper couple, and then Pepper said things like that.