James lay on the bed, propped on his elbows looking out the window. He had been watching Albus fly out in the yard but his brother had packed it up and headed in just a few minutes before.
Albus was beautiful when he flew and James had watched him as he dipped and dived and performed like music in the air.
Suddenly he heard his door open, slamming against the wall and Albus bounded in the room. He was barefoot, but still wearing his grass stained and torn up old denims.
Before James had a chance to react, Albus was flying through the air without a broom and he flopped onto the bed. Or rather, right onto James' back.
James let out an "Oof!"
"Merlin, Albus! A little warning next time please," James' croaked out under his brother's decidedly heavy weight. "And roll off of me you berk! You're heavy!"
Albus rolled slowly to the right of James and grinned at him from behind his fingers as he bit his nails. His left leg was still draped over the back of James' thighs and they were touching shoulder to shoulder.
"That's a nasty habit you have there." James wrinkled his nose at Albus.
Albus just kept on grinning at him, his hair still windswept from his broom ride and a light sheen of sweat on his face and neck. At least he removed his fingers from his mouth and propped his head up on the one hand.
"What do you want, Al? You have that look on your face that means you want something. I've seen it a million times."
Albus bumped shoulders with James and grinned even wider. James rolled his eyes.
"I just wanted to know if I could use Dad's cloak when we go back to school. Please, Jamie?"
James narrowed his eyes at his brother. "Why? Where do you want to go sneaking about?"
Albus lowered his gaze and somehow managed to look shy for a moment. There was no doubt that the hat had placed Al correctly- the manipulative little git.
"Only up to Gryffindor Tower to see you of course. I get lonely down in the dungeons without you." Albus looked up at James through thick black lashes and from behind his long black fringe that fell down onto his face.
James just stared at Albus, trying to read him- to determine how much of that request was actually the truth.
Albus leaned over, and laid his head on James' shoulder, escaping his piercing gaze for now. James dropped his head over on top of Albus' and they stayed there for a comforting moment.
Albus whispered once more, "Please, Jamie? You'll be so glad I have it. You'll see."
And with that, Albus lifted his head up to place a quick kiss to Jamie's cheek. "Ok, I'm hungry! I'm off to find some food!" And then Albus was flying again, up, off the bed and out the door, not bothering to pull it closed behind him.
James watched his brother go and smiled indulgently after him. The boy couldn't be still for longer than five minutes before he was raring to go again.
Yeah, he'd let Albus have the cloak if he wanted it. He never could deny his younger brother anything. Especially not himself.
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Flying Albus (James/Al)
Date: 2011-09-17 10:51 am (UTC)Pairing: James/Albus
Warnings: brotherly love, pre-slash, hints of incest
Words: 536
James lay on the bed, propped on his elbows looking out the window. He had been watching Albus fly out in the yard but his brother had packed it up and headed in just a few minutes before.
Albus was beautiful when he flew and James had watched him as he dipped and dived and performed like music in the air.
Suddenly he heard his door open, slamming against the wall and Albus bounded in the room. He was barefoot, but still wearing his grass stained and torn up old denims.
Before James had a chance to react, Albus was flying through the air without a broom and he flopped onto the bed. Or rather, right onto James' back.
James let out an "Oof!"
"Merlin, Albus! A little warning next time please," James' croaked out under his brother's decidedly heavy weight. "And roll off of me you berk! You're heavy!"
Albus rolled slowly to the right of James and grinned at him from behind his fingers as he bit his nails. His left leg was still draped over the back of James' thighs and they were touching shoulder to shoulder.
"That's a nasty habit you have there." James wrinkled his nose at Albus.
Albus just kept on grinning at him, his hair still windswept from his broom ride and a light sheen of sweat on his face and neck. At least he removed his fingers from his mouth and propped his head up on the one hand.
"What do you want, Al? You have that look on your face that means you want something. I've seen it a million times."
Albus bumped shoulders with James and grinned even wider. James rolled his eyes.
"I just wanted to know if I could use Dad's cloak when we go back to school. Please, Jamie?"
James narrowed his eyes at his brother. "Why? Where do you want to go sneaking about?"
Albus lowered his gaze and somehow managed to look shy for a moment. There was no doubt that the hat had placed Al correctly- the manipulative little git.
"Only up to Gryffindor Tower to see you of course. I get lonely down in the dungeons without you." Albus looked up at James through thick black lashes and from behind his long black fringe that fell down onto his face.
James just stared at Albus, trying to read him- to determine how much of that request was actually the truth.
Albus leaned over, and laid his head on James' shoulder, escaping his piercing gaze for now. James dropped his head over on top of Albus' and they stayed there for a comforting moment.
Albus whispered once more, "Please, Jamie? You'll be so glad I have it. You'll see."
And with that, Albus lifted his head up to place a quick kiss to Jamie's cheek. "Ok, I'm hungry! I'm off to find some food!" And then Albus was flying again, up, off the bed and out the door, not bothering to pull it closed behind him.
James watched his brother go and smiled indulgently after him. The boy couldn't be still for longer than five minutes before he was raring to go again.
Yeah, he'd let Albus have the cloak if he wanted it. He never could deny his younger brother anything. Especially not himself.