Golden

aka the unicorn fic

“There’s a reason they call this place the Forbidden Forest.” Adam hops over a questionable puddle, surreptitiously gathering his robes—What? They’re brand new!—and hurries to catch up with Kris. The forest is creepy during the day; at night, it’s downright disturbing. It’s not like Adam expects Kris to protect him, but there’s safety in numbers.

“Yeah,” Kris says, busy checking some bushes. “Because it’s forbidden. To students. ”

Adam shakes off a spider—attacking his hair, which had taken him an hour to do that morning, getting the feathers just right—and, in his haste, collides with Kris’ back. “We should be setting good examples,” he defends himself, holding onto Kris’ arm, possibly a little too tight—but who can blame him when he can practically feel the bloodsucking creatures watching them from afar? With their evil eyes and sharp claws and…

“Ah,” Kris says, bending over. “There it is.”

There’s a full moon, which is why they’re here in the first place, because Kris needs…some plant harvested under a full moon for…something. Honestly, Adam hadn’t been listening, and right now, he can’t really think, because Kris isn’t wearing a robe, and the moonlight is shining directly on this beautiful, smooth strip of skin where his ridiculous Muggle jeans and even more ridiculous plaid shirt part.

“Got it.”

It’s almost like Kris’ skin is shining golden…

Wait. That’s not coming from Kris. “Is that—?”

It’s impossible to see exactly what it is at first, because it’s glowing with a rich golden light, brighter than the full moon, and Adam thinks it’d be warm if he reached over or stepped closer—but that would be a bad idea for sure, because there’s only one thing that’s that small and that glowy in this forest, and that is—

“Oh, no, you don’t.”

Kris’ stupid shirt is almost too tight to grab, but Adam manages, just barely, to hold onto the back of it, using it to pull Kris back.

“Kris! You do not wanna touch—”

“It’s a unicorn,” Kris says, breathless. “A baby unicorn.”

“Kris,” Adam says, fingers slipping one by one, “they don’t like people, and—” But of course Kris doesn’t listen to him. When has he ever? “—they bite,” Adam finishes, watching Kris kneel down on the ground to practically snuggle with the creature. Adam’s blood freezes in his veins.

“Adam, look,” Kris says, turning shining eyes on him, lips stretched in an impossibly wide smile, hands petting the golden mane. Adam stares, fascinated—and still more than a little scared—as the tiny unicorn nuzzles into Kris’ palm, making contented noises.

Adam puts up with children all day every day, and they’re plenty smelly enough for him already, thank you very much, so he makes sure to at least stay away from animals—magical or otherwise—if he can help it. Which means he knows next to nothing about unicorns. Sure, he could tell the thing’s future if he had some tea leaves with him, but he has no idea why this particular unicorn seems to be Kris-friendly. From what he recalls of his classes back in the day, they’re only supposed to like young girls. Maybe it’s because this one is very young itself; maybe it’s just sociable—

Adam takes a step closer, but jumps back immediately when the unicorn hisses at him.

Or maybe not.

“You’re scaring it!” Kris says, frowning at him with disapproval. His fingers dance along the unicorn’s neck, soothing—and no, Adam is not jealous of the stupid creature. He’s just wary. Worried for his friend.

“I’m scaring it?” His hand tightens on his wand. Hurting a unicorn is not a good idea, that much he knows for sure, but if it comes down to the golden horsie or Kris, Adam is damn well going to be kicking some unicorn ass. “You really need to get back here. Right now.”

Kris stands up, pouting at Adam, and the unicorn brushes against his legs like an oversized cat. Adam finds himself reluctantly admiring the picture they make—and particularly how stubborn, how natural, how lovely, and how fucking innocent Kris is—

Which is when it finally clicks.

“You’re a—!” Adam can barely keep from swallowing his tongue. “Really?”

Kris’ eyebrows climb up his forehead. “I’m a what?”

Natural. Innocent. Naïve. Innocent.

Adam stares down at the unicorn, which is busy glaring at him.

Really? Like seriously? Is it even possible? How can someone be this hot and amazing and fucking talented and still be—

“A virgin.”

“Oh,” Kris says, ducking his head. “That.”

Really?

Like. Really?

Kris shrugs.

Adam blinks at him, then down at the unicorn, and then at Kris’ tight, tight jeans.

Kris fidgets.

Adam stares at Kris’ hands, playing with the hem of his plaid shirt. Kris’ innocent hands. He’s almost embarrassed, thinking about all the times he’s pictured those hands doing not-so-innocent things to him, when they’ve never—when they’re completely—

“Um.” Kris looks around, nervous. “I think we should go.” He steps over the bushes to get back to the path they’d followed, but then stumbles, barely catching himself with a hand against an oak tree.

Glancing at the unicorn trying to pull him back by the leg of his jeans, he sighs.

“We might have a problem.”

~

Adam would be lying if he said his mind is completely focused on the problem at hand here. He is only human, after all, and the question of Kris’ sexuality has kept him up often since the Headmaster first introduced the new Charms Professor to him that one fateful day. One handshake and an endearingly lopsided smile, and Adam had been appropriately charmed.

Things have only gone downhill from there.

But now—now he doesn’t know what to think. All his carefully cultivated theories have crumbled around him with one nuzzle from a baby unicorn. Kris is not secretly-dating-Aurora/clueless/asexual/blind. Okay, maybe the clueless part, but certainly not dating anyone, because who would be saintly (stupid) enough not to pop that cherry?

Not Adam, that’s who.

“Adam. A little help?”

Kris is a ways back, struggling with his tiny horse friend, who doesn’t seem that keen on letting him leave. Adam would heroically save him, but his own innocence is long gone—long, long gone—and that thing has teeth. Like, sharp, scary teeth.

“How can you still be a virgin?”

Kris stops trying to pull his jeans free from the unicorn and gapes. “What? That’s… You wanna talk about this now?”

Adam makes a face. He wants to talk about it now, and tomorrow, and the next day, because—how? He just doesn’t get it.

The look on Kris’ face is adorable though, and Adam can never not cave when Kris looks at him—whether it be in anger, or hurt, or amusement. So he stealthily steps off the path, and, using the cover of the trees, makes his way back to Kris. He signals with his eyebrows, warning Kris to be ready for it—very covert, though Kris looks like he has no idea what the hell is happening—produces his wand, and says,

“Accio Kris!”

“Ow.”

Kris punches him on the shoulder, his glare almost scary—maybe to people who don’t know that this is a man who teaches kids how to make teapots dance and enjoys it—but Adam only grins in response, because come on, that was an awesome catch. He could’ve been a brilliant Seeker if only they made Kris-shaped Snitches.

Hearing a shuffling noise, Adam switches their positions, pressing Kris flat against the large tree and peering around it. The unicorn is still there, though it now looks confused, sniffing the ground, probably trying to catch a whiff of its friend. Adam wonders if it can track scents. It does have a rather large nose, so who knows…

Kris pinches his arm.

“What?” Adam whispers.

Kris’ face is a little pink and very, very close, which makes Adam realize, wow, they really are standing close, aren’t they?

“What are we gonna do?” Kris whispers back.

His breath hits Adam’s neck—and wouldn’t his face fit perfectly there?—and Adam stares at him.

Now there’s an idea.

Kris’ eyes widen, then narrow. “We are not having sex just so that a baby unicorn will leave me alone.”

It’s promising that Kris’ mind gets there just as fast. “Not just,” Adam agrees, sidling even closer. Kris freezes.

“Um—”

“Let me just,” Adam says reasonably, “get to the bottom of this,” and slides his hands around Kris’ hips and down, and pushes a thigh up between Kris’ legs.

Kris squeaks.

“Sssh,” Adam presses his cheek against Kris’—his skin is so sinfully soft—and places a hand—slightly shaking, obviously because of the danger they’re in—over the bulge in his ridiculous jeans. “I’ll give you a hand with this.”

Consent, Adam thinks, because um is not exactly yes, but then Kris arches into his hand and pulls himself closer with arms crawling around Adam’s neck, and that’s more than enough consent for Adam. He unzips Kris’ jeans, reaches inside, and groans along with Kris at the first touch—hot, silky soft, perfect. Kris is just like Adam had thought he would be; fitting against him just right, making the most delicious needy noises at the back of his throat. It’s almost familiar, this whole thing, which, granted, Adam has spent an unhealthy amount of time considering scenarios a lot like this one, but—

Wait.

“I saw this.”

Kris’ head falls back against the tree. “Huh?”

Adam rubs his thumb against the head of Kris’ cock thoughtfully. Kris chokes a little.

“What d’you mean—you saw—” he stutters, panting.

“No, I Saw this,” Adam corrects him.

Kris bites his bottom lip. “Then why did you come here at all?”

That is very faulty logic, because why wouldn’t Adam come here if he knew—but he doesn’t bother correcting Kris. He’s a virgin, after all. He can’t be expected to get why someone would risk unicorns for sex.

Adam shakes his head. “I thought it was just a regular sex dream.”

“You have regular sex dreams about unicorns?”

He doesn’t. Well. Not often. “No, but I have regular sex dreams about your—”

Kris’ eyes grow wide.

“Um,” Adam finishes eloquently.

If his hand wasn’t on Kris’ dick, Adam would maybe take a step back, because wow, awkward, but it doesn’t seem polite to leave the guy hanging now, and besides, his hand is very fond of its current location, so he decides to keep it where it is.

“So,” Kris says, uncomfortably, “is this like… you have sex dreams about everybody, or like—” He looks down and away, eyelashes fluttering like butterfly’s wings.

Adam smiles at the faint blush covering his cheeks. How utterly adorable is he?

He considers telling Kris that no, he doesn’t have sex dreams about everybody, because his Kris-dreams keep him busy enough; or that if they could only fuck once, then Adam probably wouldn’t be having this problem at all; or that he is so completely, stupidly obsessed with Kris that he can’t even think about anyone else… but then again, maybe not.

He nuzzles Kris’ cheek—soft, soft, soft—and turns his face gently to capture his lips in a kiss, because that’s the most honest answer he thinks he can give.

Kris’ lips open under his, shy but determined. Adam takes that as a yes—and a ‘me, too,’ and, on the off chance that it’s a ‘get me off now’—he does just that.

~

“It cried.”

Adam rolls his eyes.

“You made it cry,” Kris repeats, staring at Adam with horror in his eyes.

“Excuse me, I wasn’t the one coming loud enough to wake the werewolves. ”

Now it looks like Kris is going to cry. Wonderful.

Adam takes Kris’ hand in his and gives it a squeeze. He’s a sucker for those sad brown eyes.

“I don’t think it’ll even remember this tomorrow.”

“You think so?” Kris asks, hopeful.

“Yeah,” Adam lies. “I’m sure it’ll get over you in no time.”

The End

March 24th, 2010