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Title: Wand Envy
Name:

dripping_cherry
Prompt: #095 - Wand Envy, dares, wanking
Prompt Given by:

spidermoth
Word Count: 872
Rating: R
Betas:

kittie8571.
Author's Notes: My first AS/S fic
Summary: Scorpius wants Al’s wand.

"I dare you to show me your wand."

If directed at any of the other students sitting in the circle, it would have been a ridiculous and unoriginal dare. But Scorpius’ mouth suddenly became dry.

"Don’t let the Potter boy see your wand," his father had instructed him at King’s Cross Station back when he was eleven.

That was when he’d first realized that something was wrong with his wand. It wasn’t until after he arrived at Hogwarts and his fellow students were comparing theirs at the Welcoming Feast that he realized exactly what it was. At six and a half inches, his wand was shorter than anyone else’s at school.

For over five years, Scorpius had kept his stubby instrument hidden from Al Potter’s view. Whenever they’d had a class together, he’d sat far away and behind the other boy so that he would not see it. But he’d stolen glances of Al’s wand at every opportunity. He’d fallen in love with that glorious piece of mahogany wood at first sight. At thirteen inches—Scorpius had overheard Al bragging—it was exactly twice the length of his own wand. "Exceptionally rigid," Mr. Ollivander had called it when he’d visited Hogwarts to give a lecture on wand lore. It had been enough to send a jolt to Scorpius’ other wand.

"So will you show it to me?" Al’s eyes sparkled like emeralds in the candlelight.

"Is it too late to choose truth?" Scorpius asked.

Some of the students muttered complaints and others sighed, but Al’s eyes never left Scorpius. One corner of his lips twitched. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay. What is it about my wand you find so appealing that you can’t take your eyes off it?"

Scorpius’ jaw dropped open. Had he really been so indiscreet?

Everyone taking part in the game had taken a drop of Veritaserum before playing, so Scorpius could not lie. He felt his cheeks burning. "Everything-- the length, the color… its rigidity…"

Al grinned, obviously amused. "Would you like to hold it?"

The reply escaped Scorpius’ lips before he could stop it. "Yes."

"Under one condition."

Scorpius held back a groan. "What’s that?"

He’d expected that Al would demand to see his wand, so when Al leaned over to whisper his demand in Scorpius’ ear, he thought he’d certainly drunk too much firewiskey.

"I want to see you wank."

"What?" Scorpius gasped. "Now?"

"No, later. In private. And then I’ll let you touch it—my wand, I mean."

Scorpius agreed, and the rest of the party was a blur.

*****

"Why do you want to see this?" Scorpius asked even as he began to fondle his swollen prick. He’d already persuaded Al to let him hold his wand first—the feel of the smooth, rigid wood in his hand had sent the blood straight to his cock—but he would fulfill his end of the agreement.

"Why do you think?"

Al stared hungrily at Scorpius, who was leaning back against the wall in an out-of-order boy’s bathroom, but Scorpius’ mind was foggy so he could not think straight.

"I don’t know. To humiliate me, maybe."

Al moved closer, shaking his head and tsking. "Scorpius Malfoy, do you really think so lowly of me?"

Scorpius didn’t answer. Heat pooled at his center when he felt Al’s warm breath on his ear. They were so close now.

"Do you need a hand with that?" Al asked and wrapped his fingers around the base of Scorpius’ cock.

Scorpius let his hand drop to the side and leaned his head back against the wall. No one but himself had ever touched his cock before and it felt amazing. His breathing became ragged.

"Have you ever considered," Al said, putting a twist on his upstroke and drawing a moan from Scorpius, "that your obsession with this," he touched the wand Scorpius was still holding in his left hand, "has its roots in something other than wand envy?"

"What?" Scorpius asked. It was really hard to think when Al’s hand was sliding up and down his cock, twisting just so, and occasionally smearing precum over the tip with this thumb.

"I have something else that is long and… rigid," Al purred, pressing his erection into Scorpius’ thigh. "It’s much thicker than my wand, and it could do fantastic things to you."

"Oh gods," Scorpius groaned as a wave of pleasure washed over him, turning his legs to jelly. Al’s hard body, pressed up against his own, was the only thing holding him up.

It took Scorpius a while to recover from what he was sure was the longest, most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced. The sensation of Al’s wand being dislodged from his left hand made his eyes fly open.

"I’m going to need this," Al said. He cast a cleaning spell and zipped Scorpius’ trousers. "But if you decide that there’s anything else you’d like to hold or play with, you know where to find me."

All Scorpius could do was stare as Al strode out of the bathroom without looking back. Whatever the source of his wand envy had been in the first place, there was now a different kind of wood he needed to get his hands on.

The End