Itsy Bitsy Spider

Albus remembered even the very first lesson in History of Magic he had attended, had bored him. Professor Binns incredibely monotone voice. The boring information that he was supposed to pay attention to. The loads and loads of pages they had to read for their tests. Yes, Albus hated History of Magic. But not today. Because today, he had a plan. A plan to make this lessons a lot more enjoyable than all of the others combined together.

He had made sure Scor and he had sit in the back of the classroom. It wasn't that hard, seeing as it was already where they usually sat. The front of the desk was covered, like all the desks in the classroom, making it impossible to see what was going on under the tables. Which was just what Al needed. He glanced over at Scor, who looked possibly just as bored as him.

He waited for Professor Binns to start talking and then leaned his elbow on the table, resting his head on his hand, placing an utter bored look on his face. He slowly lifted his other hand and then placed it on Scor's leg. He didn't turn his head to look at the blond again, but just started to draw small circles on his legs, inching closer to where he wanted to end up eventually.

Scorpius was sat in History of Magic, forcing himself to pay attention, knowing that it was beginning to get close to exams, and he needed to start paying more attention in class and stop sleeping in class. He was confident he would do well in most of his classes, except this one, and perhaps Herbology if he didn't start paying attention more in that class. It was hardly his fault though if they decided to make it the last lesson of the week.

He glanced at Al who was fidgetting, remembering how persistant he had been about sitting at the back of the class, even though it was were they usually sat. He considered sitting closer to the front now they needed to start paying more attention, but Al clearly wouldn't have been very happy. He felt himself relax slightly as he felt a warm hand rest on his leg, the small circles slightly pleasant, turning back to face the professor and sighing in a mixture of happiness and sadness as he forced himself once again to pay attention and--!

Merlins beard what the hell was Al doing?! He tensed, swallowing a lump in his throat as he felt the circles slowly progress further up his leg, grey eyes flickering to glance at the boy next to him, an expression of casual boredom still on his face, no sign of anything in the green eyes that weren't looking at him. He tried his best not to growl as he scribbled on the parchment he was taking notes on, shoving it across the desk for Albus to read, mildly irritated.

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what the hell are you playing at?

Al tried very hard not to laugh as he felt Scor tense beneath his hand, but his movement didn't stop. Not even when Scor pushed a piece of parchment to him, with only one sentence on it. Al bit his lip and got out his quill, quickly scribbling down his answer beneath Scor's own sentence. This was going to be even more fun than he had imagined, Al figured. His hand moved up Scor's leg to rest on his upper thigh, a small smirk tugging on his lips. He pushed the parchment back to his friend.

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I'm just having fun.

He stroked his pinky finger over Scor's clothed crotch slowly, still not taking his eyes off the Professor in front of the class. No matter how much he wanted to see his boyfriends face while torturing him like that.

Scorpius huffed at the answer he was given, not satisfied with the simple answer. He decided the best course of action would be to do his best to ignore the offending hand and try his best to concentrate on the lecture. He was sure Al would get bored if he didn't respond, which couldn't be too hard, surely? How easy would it be to ignore his advances when faced with such a dull, uninteresting class with a dull, uninteresting professor?

A small whimper of surprise escaped his throat as he felt a small finger brush against his crotch, gripping his quill so tightly he thought he might break it. The nails on his other hand tug into his skin as he clentched his fist, biting down on his lip and forcing himself to remain calm, rather unsucessfully. He took in a deep breath and scribbled down another note in slightly messy scrawl.

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Stop it. Right now. We have to concentrate.

He supposed he could just brush Al's hand away, but from experience he knew Al could be very hard to stop when he wanted something.

A full grin spread over Al's lips as he heard Scor whimper next to him. He could maybe not see the blond's face, but he could still hear the noises he was making. Al figured that was enough. The parchment was pushed his way again, and Al simply rolled his eyes as he read it. He reached for his quill once more and wrote down his own message. It was rare to see that his handwriting was neater than Scor's. But now it definitely was.

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I don't think I will.

Professor Binns had hovered to the other side of the classroom and started talking about the fifth Goblin war. Al cared nothing for the fifth Goblin war and concentrated on moving his hand. He moved four of his fingers now, trailing them between Scor's leg in slow stroking motions. Up and down. Up and down. And then he suddenly gave a light squeeze, just because he wanted to see Scor's reaction.

Scorpius' face pulled into a sneer as he saw Al grin out of the corner of his eyes, unsure if he wanted to kiss the boy or punch him in the face. He bit his tongue to stop himself snapping at the boy from the reply he got, nose flaring as he shut his eyes to block out the mixed feelings of excitement and frustration.

As soon as the stroking motions started he dropped his quill and burried his head in his hands, holding his breath and not trusting himself to be completely silent. There were people sat in front of them, and if the Professor saw anything odd on his face he thought he might die of shame and embarrassment. He flustered as he felt his blood rush south, his insides tightening with pleasure at the repetitive motion, scribbling on his paper again as he felt his leg muscles tighten from a squeeze, shifting uncomfortably, writing possibly illegible.

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We have exams soon, do you not care about them? You know? OWLs? Big scary things that will play an important role in our future? Things I have to pass well if I want to be let out the house this summer?

He pushed the paper back across the table, looking up and focusing his eyes on the Professor once again, his hand covering his mouth in what he hoped looked natural, making sure no noise escaped.

Al's grin widened rather wickedly as he felt Scor harden beneath his hand. This was definitely one of the best ideas he had had in a while. Another scribbled message was pushed his way and Al had to make an effort to decipher it, but he managed. He rolled his eyes. Of course he cared about his OWL's. But this was History of Magic, the most boring subject in the history of subjects. Al already knew he wasn't going to get top marks in this subject, and he didn't care at all. He just leisurely continued to move his hand as he picked up the quill again.

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Course I care, Sweetums. Just not at this exact moment. I promise I'll find someone for you to copy the notes from. We already know you're gonna get a good grade in this. It doesn't matter if you study or not. Now, just sit back and enjoy.

From the corner of his eyes, Al saw Scor cover his hand with his mouth, and he let out a low chuckle. The Slytherin boy slowly started to move his hands to the button of Scor's trousers, playing with it while palming Scor's hardening cock. He slid the parchment back to the blond and wondered if Scor would be able to write out another coherent answer.

Scorpius cringed at the horrible nickname that Al had chosen for him a while before, scowling at the words on the page. He detested that nickname, now more than ever. It was vile. It was everything that was wrong with the world. And the suggestion that he would pass without needing to study, he wasn't a bloody Ravenclaw, he did have to put in some effort. You didn't get to be as good as him without a little bit of time and dedication.

He picked up his quill but felt himself twitch against Al's palm, faltering as the dark haired boy played with the button of his trousers, allowing himself a moment of weakness to bask in the pleasure that he could have. How much was he really going to learn from this class anyway? Most of his knowledge for History of Magic was from reading up on it as he often fell asleep in class, or stealing someone else's notes. And if Al was going to promise to do the latter, there was no harm in enjoying himself, surely? Minus the part where someone might catch them. Yet that seemed to make it even more appealing.

He shook his head, discarding the thoughts and strengthening his resolve. It would not do if they were caught. Then people would know what they were, and his parents might find out, and good Godric he had to stop this now before it got out of hand. He was finding it slightly difficult to write however.

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No.

He put on his best scowl and turned it to Al, glaring at the boy, determined to not enjoy himself.

Finally Al popped open the button to Scor's trousers and without any hesitation he pushed his hand inside, but on top of his boxers. Al squeezed again, and moved his hand over Scor's still covered cock at a torturesely slow pace, squeezing lightly evert now and then. Just because he could. He pretended to drop his quill on the ground and when he went to pick it up, he made sure to brush his lips against the blond's ear. "You want me to stop then?" Al muttered huskily, before sitting back into his chair.

He and Scor had been dating for more than half a year now, the touching wasn't new. Al knew what his boyfriend liked. He also knew Scor was enjoying this way more than he should. The blond simply refused to admit this to himself.

Al dipped his hand a little lower, rolling Scor's clothed balls in his fingers before palming the blond completely again, increasing the pressure and stroking the skin of Scor's bare thighs he could reach with the tip of his fingers.

Scorpius burried his face in his hands once again, breath catching in his throat as he felt Al's hand delve into his trousers, feeling his boyfriend's hand clearly through the fabric of his boxers, trying to fight the blush that was creeping onto his face. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening. Al was actually attempting to play with him during History of Magic. Scratch that, he appeared to be doing too well to call it an attempt.

A shiver ran right through down to his toes at the words whispered in his ear and the soft lips that brushed past his skin. He glanced back at Al, his leg bouncing slightly nervously. He let out a slightly high moan of protest when Al's hands found his balls, crossing his arms and pressing his forehead against them, hiding his face from the front of the class and the backs of his classmates' heads. He knew it wasn't long before he gave up. The dark haired boy was far too good for him to be able to say no to for too long.

Slowly and slightly reluctantly he shook his head, hoping Al understood that he was answering his question. He certainly didn't want to admit it outloud, in spoken form or written.

Al finally tore his eyes away from the Professor and took great pleasure in watching Scor squirm beneath the movement of his hand. No, this was not one of the best ideas Al had ever had. It was simply the best idea the fifth year Slytherin had ever had. He watched as Scor shook his head, immediately realizing that it was an answer to his question. And if it hadn't been, Al would just pretend it was. He took a quick glance over to the Professor, who seemed to be not watching them.

Without any hesitation, Al pushed his hand inside Scor's boxers. His slightly cold skin coming in contact with Scor's hot one. He trailed his finger tips over his boyfriends cock and leaned close once again, after checking nobody was watching. "Can't make any noise Scor, I didn't put up a silencing spel,' he whispered under his breath, continuing to trail his fingers over the semi-hard shaft until it was completely erect.

Scorpius tensed at the feeling of cold hands grasping his length, fingers digging into his arms and rolling his head about, trying his best to stop noise from escaping his throat again. He felt his frustration rise at Al's words, well aware that he had to be quiet, thank you very much. He nodded still, letting Al know he knew he had to be quiet, still slightly irritated that he was unable to concentrate on his notes and that Al was torturing him in such a way. It was hardly fair that he was the one who had to remain quiet while he was teased mercilessly for the other boy's amusement.

He sat back, swallowing a lump in his throat and schooling his expression into that of casual indifference as he stared at the front of the class. He creeped his hand across to Al's lap, being a lot less subtle in his approach than Al had been, hands reaching straight for his prize with little warning, glancing out the corner of his eyes to look at the boy, he matched his hand movements to his friend's, still breathing deeply from the enjoyment he was undergoing.

Al continued to move his fingers over Scor's erection, stroking his thumb over the slit, using the beads of pre-come that were gathered there to make the movement of his hands earier. He finally curled his whole hand around Scor's cock, and just as he was about to move, he felt a hand on his lap. That wasn't supposed to happen. Scor was supposed to sit there and enjoy, he was certainly not supposed to touch Al .

The searching hand in his lap found what it was looking for and Al arched up a little. He stilled his hand on Scor's cock and turned to shoot an angry look at the other boy. Of course, it was a little (or a lot) hypocritical, but Al did not care that moment. "Take it off," he hissed, trying his very best not to arch up into the hand anymore. "You know I can't keep quiet," he added in another hiss, drawing out the last word to cover up the moan he let out.

Scorpius tilted his head to face Al's angry face, a pleased smirk painted on his own face as he stared into the green eyes, smirk widening at his boyfriend's words. He arched up into Al's hand slightly licking his lips and squeezing his fingers around Al's hardening cock. "But its not fair if I get to have all the fun," he teased quietly, leaning close to Al and whispering quietly into his ear. "You should have the same enjoyment."

He wriggled his fingers along the bulge beneath the fabric, letting out the softest of breaths against Al's ear, mixed with a very low, barely audible moan as he bucked up against Al's hand once again. "I thought you wanted to play, Alley cat?" he purred quietly, smirk still in place. "Or are you going to leave me to concentrate in peace?"

Al moaned quietly, dropping his head on the table with a soft thud. Luckily the sound wasn't strange for this class, seeing as people fell asleep more often. So luckily nobody looked up. He bucked his hips up again as he felt Scor's breath against his ear and he bit down in his hand to keep the noises from escaping his mouth. He could feel his teeth press into the skin, but it was the only way he could keep himself from moaning. Which was necessary, especially when Scor called him Alley cat. A nickname that should never, ever be used in the precence of other people.

"No peace," Al murmered, lifting his head for a moment before taking his hand back into his mouth. He had placed his head on the desk so that it looked like he was sleeping. If his classmates looked around, they wouldn't be able to see him biting into his own hand. Al reminded himself of the hand he still had on Scor's cock, and he slowly started to move it up and down. Going horribly slow on purpose.

Scorpius shifted his chair closer to Al's, hand in a slightly awkward position now that the boy had laid his head on the desk. But that didn't stop him. He lay his arm on the desk and rested his chin on his arm, slouched enough that he could easily continue to slip his hand into Al's trousers, plunging into his pants and twirling his thumb around the tip of Al's erection, the rest of his fingers taking hold of the shaft. He couldn't help but smile slightly proudly as he saw Al bite down on his hand, trying to still the noise he knew wanted to bust forth. Oh, how he longed to hear those noises.

His eyelids fluttered as Al started to move again, matching his hand to move with Al's once again, mildly irritated at how slowly they were going. He sped up slightly, hoping that Al would get the bloody hint and follow his lead, but not entirely sure he would.

Al couldn't stop the whimpers he left out, as he felt Scor's thumb go over his slit. He dug his teeth further into his hand, nearly piercing the skin but not caring. He wanted to moan out so bad, but he knew he couldn't. It would definitely draw attention to them. And casting a silencing charm would too, Al was too afraid someone would notice they weren't hearing something. He couldn't risk that. He wanted to tell Scor to stop. But he couldn't, because he didn't want to.

Scor's hand sped up, and Al figured Scor wanted him to speed up too. He slouched further into his chair, his hand still stifling any noise he would let out. He turned his head, locking gazes with Scor as he sped up the movement of his hand just slightly. He didn't want this to be over soon. If Scor was going to torture him, Al would torture the blond as well. And he was going to enjoy it.

Oh how he loved those eyes. Those beautiful, sexy, enchanting emerald green eyes. His favourite colour staring right back at him and tangling him in their web. He smirked in satisfaction as he heard a tiny whimper, teeth digging further into Al's hand. He should probably be worried the boy was going to hurt himself but at that moment he was having far too much fun to care. But those green eyes, Merlin he loved them.

His own eyes fluttered in pleasure at the feeling of Al matching his pace, a whisper of a smile on his lips. He watched Al carefully, waiting for the boy to do something to irritate him. There was that glint in his eyes that Al always got when he was planning something, especially when it was something Scorpius wouldn't like. The blond haired boy went back to running his thumb over the top of Al's cock every now and then, enjoying the feeling of Al's hand against him.

Al let out a soft mewl and then decided he had enough of it. He removed his free hand from his mouth and bit down his lip instead while he searched for his wand. After what seemed an eternity he found it and he cast a spell he had been taught not too long ago. It caused everyone who looked their wait to forget what they were doing and look away again. After he cast it Al dropped his wand on the ground, removed Scor's hand from his cock, even if he was a little reluctant to do so, and removed his own from Scor.

He soundlessly shove his chair back and got down on his knees under the desk, crouching in between Scor's with a grin from ear to ear on his face. He could feel himself straining his jeans, his own cock throbbing from the lack of contact, but he didn't care. He placed both hands on Scor's hips and hooked them below the waist band. "Be a good boy and lift your hips," he whispered huskily, just loud enough for the other boy to hear.

Scorpius went to complain as Al withdrew his hand, slowing in his own administrations, frowning at the boy and hoping he knew he was not happy that Albus first distracted him from his work and was now stopping before he finished. His frown deepened as he saw Al cast a spell, his hand getting pushed away and becoming increasingly suspicious. Perhaps hoping he had just stopped and was leaving Scorpius unfinished was a good thing, not a bad.

His brows raised to his hairline and his eyes widened as Al crawled under the table and took a hold of his waistline, asking him to raise his hips. "Are you serious?" he hissed, glancing up to make sure no one would see him talking to something under the table. "Right now? Really?"

He did as he was asked however, and lifted his hips slightly, giving Al his best 'I'm-not-okay-with-this' look, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to refuse the boy.

Al smirked deviously and nodded. No, he had no intention of stopping now. As soon as Scor lifted his hips, Al pulled down the boy's trousers. He pondered for a moment about pulling down his boxers as well, but he figured Scor wouldn't like to sit on the chair with a bare arse, so he just left them on. He saw the others boxers were strained and Al couldn't contain himself anymore and nuzzled his nose into Scor's clothed crotch, inhaling the musky scent.

He trailed his hands up Scor's leg and hooked his thumb in the waistband of his boxers, pulling down the silk material, still grinning. He took the tip of Scor's cock in his mouth immediately when it was revealed, lapping up the pre-come that was already gathered there eagerly. "Hmmm," he hummed softly.

This was wrong. So very, very, very, very wrong. He should not be letting his boyfriend undress him under the table in the middle of class and leave his lower half almost exposed and-oh Merlin he was doing what Scorpius feared he would; but of course, what else would he be doing that required him to be on his knees in front of the blond? Very little.

Scorpius' hand grasped the end of the table and he gripped it tightly, biting back several sounds of pleasure as he felt himself being devoured. His insides turned and he felt his breathing becoming far too heavily, licking his lips and glancing under the table subtly, deciding that it wasn't the best idea ever. The sight he was greeted with was entirely too sexy. He couldn't drag his eyes away. He just loved watching Al please him like this. He loved it far too much.

Al continued sucking on the tip of Scor's cock. He wanted Scor to writhe under his touch. He wanted the other boy to grip the table so tightly his knuckles turned white. He wanted him to be on the verge of screaming. Then Al would feel satisfied. So he set to make exactly that happen, no hesitation.

He felt as Scor watched him, he looked up and locked his green eyes with Scor's grey once as he moved his lips slowly over the blonds cock, flattening out his tongue and pushing it against the underside of the vein there while humming again. He searched for friction on his own cock, and as he realized he wasn't going to get it from rutting at the floor, he pressed his own hand against the hard bulge, not able to stop the soft moan he left out. He pulled off Scor's cock and whispered in a husky voice; "Cast a silencing spell. I don't care if they notice, I can't stay silent any longer."

Scorpius bit his lip, clamping a hand over his mouth at the sight of Al looking up at him as he felt a tongue stroke him, a noise sending odd sensations though him. He gripped the desk tighter, moving to place both his elbows on the table, staring at the front of the class intently with his mouth covered, knowing he probably looked slightly suspicious. He subtly flicked his wand under the table, mumbling the spell into his hand. While it did make him feel slightly better, he knew it wasn't enough to make him relax comfortably.

One hand slipped under the table slowly, fingers locating dark hair and threading through them, stroking his thumb soothingly against Al's scalp.

Al waited for the spells to be put up and then moaned around Scor's cock once more, vibrating around the shaft. He slipped his own hand into his trousers and stroked himself slowly, not able to stop it. He continued to move his lips over Scor at a practiced ease, licking at each upstroke and moaning at each down stroke. He knew the other students couldn't hear him, nor see him. And Al couldn't see them either. So he had no problems with making noises. He knew it must be harder for Scor, but that didn't stop him

He felt Scor's hand thread in his hair and pulled off his cock. "Watch me," he whispered huskily, and blew on the tip of the other's erection. "I know you want to," Al added, licking the tip of Scor's cock teasingly.