Haiku: One Last Present (Harry / Scorpius, R, 362 words)

[birdsofshore]

Title: One Last Present
Author: birdsofshore
Pairing: Harry / Scorpius
Rating: R
Word count: 362
Warnings: Haiku. Age disparity (your choice as to how old exactly Scorpius is, although he's not underage). Reference to payment for sexual services.

A/N: For our beloved Harry, on his birthday. I've been neglecting him terribly lately, dropping out of his Bang, and writing my first ever fic in which he doesn't even appear. So I wanted to give him something extra-special for his birthday to compensate. raitala suggested that the 'something' should be Scorpius. ;-) So, thank you, raitala, for inspiration and improvements.

Don't seem to handle
my drink like I used to. Far
too old for giggling...

Ah well, no-one here
to see. Might as well enjoy
myself. 'Smy party.

Some fresh air. Garden's
nice. Suppose I should really
go back in... but, who―?

Blond hair, so pretty.
Shining bright to light the way.
Draco. Shit, no. (Fool.)

Looks like him though. Or
how he looked when― long ago.
Why's he smirking like―?

“Hello, Harry. A
friend sent you one last present.”
He's standing too close.

Don't know why I feel
dizzy all of a sudden.
He's only a boy.

“Aren't you going to
unwrap your present, Harry?”
That smile. Just filthy.

“I don't― Scorpius,
is it? What are you―?” I shake
my head. No way. No.

“I'd better give you
a hand, I suppose. I hope
you're not too drunk to...”

I'm drunk, but not too
drunk to know that this is wrong.
Who did this? Who knew?

One button at a
time. My head is swimming with
drink, desire, and shame.

Oh, god, his smooth skin.
No scars, but... so touchable.
Made for licking and―

Fuck. The truth? I'm hard.
So fucking hard. For this boy,
only Albus' age.

“Someone must love you
a lot. I don't come cheap, you
know.” That bloody smirk.

Why am I still here?
Why don't I just―? “Scorpius,
stop. There's some mistake―”

“Your mouth says no, but
your dick seems to quite like me.”
Damn these tight trousers.

“No-one needs to know.
I can do whatever you
like.” A hot whisper.

“Anything.” My heart
is pounding. His fingers are
so horribly sure.

I could just― No. No.
The sound of a belt buckle
opening slowly.

“It's your birthday. You're
entitled to a moment's
indiscretion, yes?”

His knuckles brush my
erection. Once, twice... I groan.
It's so fucking hard

being the hero
all the time. Sometimes I want...
I want... I just want.

His lips are so near.
His eyes, just like his father's.
His body... young. Strong.

I take a deep breath.
(He smells like freedom and joy.)
Close my eyes. And fall.

Comments

[my_thestral]

I'm usually not a big haiku fan, but this one works beautifully. :)

[lumosed-quill.livejournal.com]

OMG!!!! I'm running out the door -- or I WAS! -- then this popped up, and I sat down, read it, and promptly DROOLED ALL OVER MYSELF.

Hot DAAAAAYYYYYUUUUMMM!!!!

I think I died a little.

The whole thing is dripping sex and UST and wrong, but this line deepened it for me and just MADE IT:

It's so fucking hard

being the hero
all the time. Sometimes I want...
I want... I just want.

UNF!!!

Brava, my friend! Thank you for giving me this to fantasize about while I drive today!

(And happy birthday, Harry!! Wow! ;-) :-) )

[nia_kantorka]

Uh uh, that is hot. And very generous of the mysterious giver. :D

[capitu]

“Your mouth says no, but
your dick seems to quite like me.”

You have all the best lines. :D

And speaking of lines, I thought this line, (He smells like freedom and joy.) said "fandom" instead of freedom.

Yep, for some reason I thought Scorpius smelled like fandom to Harry. LOL

This is amazing, you're too good!

[blithelybonny.livejournal.com]

I mean, unf.

This was so bloody sexy and sensual and perfectly captured Harry's inner struggle. I loved that line about how hard it was to be the hero all the time. Gorgeous.

As always, m'dear, you are a champion of poetry!

[eidheann_writes]

Oh my heart
Hot and (bitter)sweet and hot and guh!

[lijahlover.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhhh this was hot hot hot!

[candamira.livejournal.com]

Oooooh, hot! Scorpius seems to know his business! I can totally understand why Harry falls for him. I like it that there is some sadness between the lines... A fabulous piece of work, thank you!

[catplusfox.livejournal.com]

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. ALL OF THE UNF!!!

[zeitgeistic.livejournal.com]

Have I told you lately, that I love you?

[barefacedbandit.livejournal.com]

Omg, you are so brilliant. I read this the other day and I loved it but I've been racing round like a blue arsed fly for the last few days and I hate commenting when I don't have time to do it justice. Aaaaaanyway, guuuuuuuuh! This is so hot, I love Harry's attempts to convince himself he can resist. LOL, not a chance mate! I love your little touches of humour, like "It's so fucking hard//// being the hero". And it's so so so hot. I am madly in love with your Scorpius. I am totally imagining this is the companion piece to raitala's art. I have no idea how you do this, but it's amazing - so Harry, so funny and so sexy all rolled up in an epic haiku. Fabulous ♥

[writcraft]

This is absolutely incredible. I loved this so much!! I have actually read it a couple of times now and love it a little more each time. Happy birthday Harry indeed. All the feels!! *squishes him so tightly*

[emhemm.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow. That's wonderful. I love the whole thing, especially Harry's reticence/guilt, Scorpius' knowledge of how much he's worth (a lot!), Harry's "'Smy party". That Harry gives in at the end :D I didn't know I liked Haiku poems!