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Prompt: First Kiss/Jake Wright & Augustus Rookwood (AU)
Requested by:squidtastic
request one here
Augustus was roaringly drunk. Literally. As in, he was currently engaging in a fucking roaring contest with some Gryffindor alum. They'd just finished their crowing contest, which Augustus had lost miserably. This time he was sure he was going to win
The next round of dares that the small group of friends engaged in was decidedly more risque. "Lapdances," crowed the Gryffindor alum, a fellow auror. "Bottleneck points to giver on first spin. Bottleneck points to receiver on second spin." Smiling mischievously, she spun. It landed on Augustus. The group gave a general sound of anticipation. Augustus leaned forward with a drunken smirk and spun the bottle. The bottleneck pointed at Jake. A chorus of laughter rose from their friends.
"Alright Jake let's do this," he said with a smirk, pointing at the man with two fingers before winking and making a come hither motion. Slowly, to the beat of the music playing (awful, awful music for a lapdance, he thought, this disco bullshit. But he played along, gyrating his hips and swinging his arms while slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Shirt unbuttoned, he swung his arms over his head in a parody of a disco move, and turned round to shake his bum at Jake, earning a laugh from the viewers. Slowly, he gyrated closer and closer to the man, sliding his knees against Jake's knees, then his thigh.
He leaned down, and Jake's breath felt hot on his neck. His nose brushed lightly against the other man's, and he felt a tingle shoot down his spine. They were hip to hip now, Jake's leg between his, and he could feel the heat from his body against his skin. He could've sworn he heard Jake let out a soft moan, and their coworkers were all starting to grow silent when--
The owner of the Three Broomsticks came around from behind the bar. "You lot must be the drunkest fools I've seen tonight," she snapped, though not without amusement. "Getchurselves some water and a ride home before I call yer mums and send y'home for a whippin' for being out after y'bed time."
They let themselves be ushered out, laughing about various moments of the night and saying goodbyes as they dispersed. Augustus threw his arm around Jake as they began to walk. He was almost tripping over his own feet as they stumbled, arm over the other's shoulder, back to his home. It was closer to the bar and thus not a complete and utter epic adventure to get there. "Y'can stay if y'wanna," he slurred, clapping Jake on the back so hard the other man almost fell forward and hit the door. Oops, shit, he hadn't meant to do that. Jake mumbled a thanks. Fumbling with his key, it took him a while to get it into the lock and unlock it.
His house was quiet, silent, still, and they tore through it like a pair of wild dogs, dropping coats on the floor, keys haphazardly placed on the side table instead of hung in the kitchen where they usually were. They slumped onto the couch, shoulders pressing against each other in peaceful camaraderie. "Y'knowwww," Jake drawled, leaning backwards onto the couch with the obvious comfort of someone who'd done so many a time before. "Yer not half bad. At giving a lap dance."
Augustus laughed, hard, because for some reason this was a very funny statement. He shifted his head to look a the other man, his best friend. "Is this going to be a thing now, Wright, where you pine after me at night and wish I was there to hold you and give you lap dances? Have I wooed you with my winning gyrations?"
Jake shot him the most vile glare he'd ever received in his life. "You're a prick, you know that right?" He asked, turning to face Augustus. "Try to give you a compliment...last time I'll ever do that."
Augustus laughed again, but his eyes softened. He'd never really been face to face with Jake this closely before, at least not without some other distraction going on like a wrestling match or a fight. The way the light played off the contours of his face almost made his head spin--or was that the booze?
Without really thinking about it, he blinked once, twice, and then leaned in. His lips met soft, slightly chapped lips, and he was surprised by the returned pressure, the hot tongue that slipped between his lips and set his nerves on fucking fire. Hands came up to clutch at the collar of his shirt and his own busied themselves by tangling in brown hair.
They both pulled back at the same time. Shit. Augustus thought. What the fuck had just happened? "Um. I should prob'ly go to bed." He ran his hands through his hair, lips slightly pink from the ferocity of the kiss.
"Right. Yeah."
He practically ran into his room, shutting the door and leaning against it heavily. What the hell had just happened?
Requested by:
squidtastic request one here
Augustus was roaringly drunk. Literally. As in, he was currently engaging in a fucking roaring contest with some Gryffindor alum. They'd just finished their crowing contest, which Augustus had lost miserably. This time he was sure he was going to win
The next round of dares that the small group of friends engaged in was decidedly more risque. "Lapdances," crowed the Gryffindor alum, a fellow auror. "Bottleneck points to giver on first spin. Bottleneck points to receiver on second spin." Smiling mischievously, she spun. It landed on Augustus. The group gave a general sound of anticipation. Augustus leaned forward with a drunken smirk and spun the bottle. The bottleneck pointed at Jake. A chorus of laughter rose from their friends.
"Alright Jake let's do this," he said with a smirk, pointing at the man with two fingers before winking and making a come hither motion. Slowly, to the beat of the music playing (awful, awful music for a lapdance, he thought, this disco bullshit. But he played along, gyrating his hips and swinging his arms while slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Shirt unbuttoned, he swung his arms over his head in a parody of a disco move, and turned round to shake his bum at Jake, earning a laugh from the viewers. Slowly, he gyrated closer and closer to the man, sliding his knees against Jake's knees, then his thigh.
He leaned down, and Jake's breath felt hot on his neck. His nose brushed lightly against the other man's, and he felt a tingle shoot down his spine. They were hip to hip now, Jake's leg between his, and he could feel the heat from his body against his skin. He could've sworn he heard Jake let out a soft moan, and their coworkers were all starting to grow silent when--
The owner of the Three Broomsticks came around from behind the bar. "You lot must be the drunkest fools I've seen tonight," she snapped, though not without amusement. "Getchurselves some water and a ride home before I call yer mums and send y'home for a whippin' for being out after y'bed time."
They let themselves be ushered out, laughing about various moments of the night and saying goodbyes as they dispersed. Augustus threw his arm around Jake as they began to walk. He was almost tripping over his own feet as they stumbled, arm over the other's shoulder, back to his home. It was closer to the bar and thus not a complete and utter epic adventure to get there. "Y'can stay if y'wanna," he slurred, clapping Jake on the back so hard the other man almost fell forward and hit the door. Oops, shit, he hadn't meant to do that. Jake mumbled a thanks. Fumbling with his key, it took him a while to get it into the lock and unlock it.
His house was quiet, silent, still, and they tore through it like a pair of wild dogs, dropping coats on the floor, keys haphazardly placed on the side table instead of hung in the kitchen where they usually were. They slumped onto the couch, shoulders pressing against each other in peaceful camaraderie. "Y'knowwww," Jake drawled, leaning backwards onto the couch with the obvious comfort of someone who'd done so many a time before. "Yer not half bad. At giving a lap dance."
Augustus laughed, hard, because for some reason this was a very funny statement. He shifted his head to look a the other man, his best friend. "Is this going to be a thing now, Wright, where you pine after me at night and wish I was there to hold you and give you lap dances? Have I wooed you with my winning gyrations?"
Jake shot him the most vile glare he'd ever received in his life. "You're a prick, you know that right?" He asked, turning to face Augustus. "Try to give you a compliment...last time I'll ever do that."
Augustus laughed again, but his eyes softened. He'd never really been face to face with Jake this closely before, at least not without some other distraction going on like a wrestling match or a fight. The way the light played off the contours of his face almost made his head spin--or was that the booze?
Without really thinking about it, he blinked once, twice, and then leaned in. His lips met soft, slightly chapped lips, and he was surprised by the returned pressure, the hot tongue that slipped between his lips and set his nerves on fucking fire. Hands came up to clutch at the collar of his shirt and his own busied themselves by tangling in brown hair.
They both pulled back at the same time. Shit. Augustus thought. What the fuck had just happened? "Um. I should prob'ly go to bed." He ran his hands through his hair, lips slightly pink from the ferocity of the kiss.
"Right. Yeah."
He practically ran into his room, shutting the door and leaning against it heavily. What the hell had just happened?