Chapter 14
Albus Potter/Scorpius Malfoy - 14th December in the HP Secret Santa
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“Hold still,” murmured Al, reaching for a bit of kitchen roll to wipe the excess emerald paint off the tip of his brush.
“It’s, ah. it’s not easy,” said Scorpius, wiggling again. “You’re breathing on me.”
“You like it when I breathe,” Al reached for the tube of gold and selected a smaller brush.
“In so much as it indicates that you are alive, yes, I do like you breathing. But you are breathing on me and it tickles.”
When Al glanced up Scorpius’ face was pink, the flush creeping down his neck and across his shoulders.
“You’re not ticklish,” said Al.
“My stomach is.”
“Oh.” They stared at one another for a moment, then Scorpius leant back against the pile of cushions. “Do you want me to stop?” Albus really didn’t want to stop.
The sun coming through their bedroom window was making the gold lines he’d traced along the curve of Scorpius’ belly glitter. It was the first time in months that Scorpius had allowed Al to look at him for this long.
“No,” Scorpius’ voice wobbled. “No I always said I wanted you to paint me and-”
“You have literally never said that.”
“Well,” a huff of breath. “I always thought it. Although I imagined that you would be putting the paint on the canvas, rather than, ah, onto my body but it’s… it’s nice. Is it nice for you? Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” said Al. “Yes this is very much what I wanted.” He returned to the green and began painting a curling fern down Scorpius’ thigh, using one of the longest stretch marks as a guide for the stem. “So you’ve thought about this?”
“A bit, it feels like something we should have done years ago.”
“It wouldn’t have looked as good on you years ago.”
“You’re sure?”
Al rolled his eyes at the question. Pressing gently on Scorpius’ calf until the other man raised crooked his leg, Al continued painting.
“I’m painting, you are naked, I am touching your nakedness while still painting. What part of that scenario would I not be sure and actually rather pleased about?”
“Well I just thought…”
“Yes?”
“It might be even, ah, you might prefer it if you were, ah, naked too?”
Al barked out a laugh, chucked his paintbrush on the floor and started struggling out of his hoodie.