Hugo set a bottle of butterbeer in front of Logan and took the chair on the other side of the tiny table squeezed into a corner of the Three Broomsticks. Logan glanced up and smiled absently. 'Knut for your thoughts?' Hugo asked.

Logan yanked at the elastic holding his hair into a small, neat ponytail and shook it out, the light brown waves falling into his face. He propped his chin on an upturned palm, and studied Hugo. 'Might I ask you something?' Hugo nodded, lifting his butterbeer to his lips. 'Why won't you let me go down on you?'

Hugo spluttered and choked, setting the bottle down with a thump, and swiped the back of his hand over his mouth. 'W-what?'

'Do you have a particular objection to oral -' Logan began, before Hugo cut him off.

'Bloody hell!' Hugo hissed. 'You want to talk about that in here?' He made a small gesture the encompassed the rest of the room, teeming with dozens of Hogwarts students. Logan chuckled. 'I promise you, nobody is listening to us.' It was true. Hogsmeade weekends tended to be somewhat raucous affairs, as students allowed to visit the village indulged themselves in a few precious hours that did not revolve around schoolwork. If there was anywhere to have a private conversation, it was the middle of the pub in the Three Broomsticks. Logan sipped his own butterbeer. 'What's the difference between my hands, which you most definitely do not seem to mind, and my mouth?' he asked evenly.

Hugo ducked his head and rubbed a fingertip over the grain of the tabletop. 'Nothing, I suppose,' he mumbled.

Logan leaned forward and waited for Hugo to look up. 'Have you ever thought about it?'

'Erm…' Hugo glanced away, face flushing rosily. It was all the answer Logan needed. 'It's naught to be ashamed of,' Logan said gently, chafing Hugo's hand between his own. 'If you truly don't want it or aren't ready for it, it's all right.' He nudged Hugo's ankle with his foot. 'Honesty. Remember?' Hugo nodded, picking at the label on his bottle. Logan stretched a hand across the table and tilted up Hugo's chin. 'I don't ask any of this to pressure you,' he said quietly. Hugo nodded once, frowning slightly.

Logan sighed heavily and toyed with the elastic. 'Have I ruined the day? We can go back to Hogwarts.'

Hugo started, nearly upsetting his drink.'No,' he said firmly. 'Just thinking…'. He shook himself. 'You never said if you were going to stay here over Christmas hols.'

'I'd planned to,' Logan told him. 'But Uncle Kenneth sent me an owl, inviting me to come stay with him for the holiday. He and I will go to my parents' house for Christmas Day, though.' Logan shuddered. 'I wish Jason could just come over to Uncle Kenneth's and leave my parents to their own devices, but…' he shrugged. 'Mum likes to keep up appearances. She will leave right after an early lunch and work a shift at the hospital, and Dad will spend the rest of the day barricaded in his study.' Logan gave Hugo a wry, deprecating grin. 'It's why I don't really care for Christmas, as a rule.'

'The shop closes early on Christmas Eve,' Hugo mused. 'Perhaps we could exchange our gifts then?'

'You could come round to Uncle Kenneth's,' Logan said slowly. 'For the rest of the afternoon.' Hugo's brow rose at the implication. 'Won't your uncle be there?' Hugo asked pointedly.

'No. Uncle Kenneth is an awful procrastinator when it comes to shopping for Christmas gifts, and ends up running around London on Christmas Eve. He claims it's more festive,' Logan replied. Hugo snorted in derision. Anyone who thought it was fun to go shopping on Christmas Eve was daft. He'd helped in the joke shop too many Christmas Eves to believe otherwise.

'Shop closes at two in the afternoon,' Hugo said. 'I could be there by two-thirty.' Hugo glanced around quickly. 'Will there be enough time?' he whispered anxiously. 'To… you know…?'

'To…?'

Hugo didn't reply, but stared steadily at Logan

'I didn't tell you how pathetic Christmases are in my family to talk you into…' Logan said in a rush.

'I'm not so easily persuaded,' Hugo interrupted. 'You know that.' He blindly reached for his butterbeer and took several large swallows. He set the bottle down and met Logan's gaze once more. 'I think about it all the time,' he blurted in a rush.

Logan licked suddenly dry lips. 'Uncle Kenneth probably won't be home until about five,' he said hoarsely. 'Maybe six.' He cleared his throat. 'I imagine that will be plenty.'

XxXxXxX

Logan sprawled in the large chair of Kenneth's sitting room, a book open on his lap. A small tree twinkled in a corner, and Christmas songs wafted from the wireless, but Logan saw and heard none of it.

He ran a thumb over a butterbeer cork, making small circles over what would have been the extraordinarily sensitive spot, just below the head of Hugo's cock, the spot that made Hugo growl and tighten his grip on whatever was closest to his hand. Logan could picture the flush that blossomed on Hugo's chest that crept inexorably up to his face as his orgasm drew near, along with the hitch in Hugo's breath and the change in his breathing — shallower, nearly panting, punctuated with throaty, breathless murmurs - harder, slower, oh God right there.

Logan glanced at his uncle, who was seemingly absorbed in his book, then reached down and adjusted his own aching erection. He inhaled slowly and checked his watch, wondering if it was too soon to go to bed, where he could have a decent wank. Logan doubted he'd last more than a minute in his current state. His head dropped back to rest on the arm of the chair. It had been ages since he and Hugo had done much more than kiss one another. Hugo wasn't a prude by any stretch of the imagination, as long as they were in the privacy of one of their beds at home. There was too much risk of being rudely interrupted by a prefect, or worse, a professor at Hogwarts, and Hugo didn't relish intrusions in his private life. He really didn't want Professor Longbottom to send an owl to his parents. So they kissed. Or stroked each other through the layers of their clothes. Loosened ties and partially unbuttoned shirts. Logan reckoned he'd spent more time in cold showers since September first than he had in hot ones.

Logan opened his eyes to find Kenneth giving him an appraising look. 'What?' Logan asked.

'There's a bottle of lube and a packet of condoms in the night table of your bedroom,' Kenneth said conversationally. 'Just so you know.'

'Uncle Kenneth, we're not -'

'Logan, I did too much of your laundry last summer. Nobody outside their teens goes through that many socks. If you need the condoms, they're there. If not, they're still there.' Kenneth laid his book aside and raked a hand through his hair. 'Neither of your parents are going to have this conversation with you and someone has to,' he sighed. 'I know you said you weren't going to, but do you know how to -'

'Oh, Merlin's Y-fronts,' Logan groaned in mortification. 'Just stop, Uncle Kenneth. Full stop.' He fixed his uncle with a beady expression that wouldn't have looked out of place on Minerva McGonagall's face. 'You haven't exactly been subtle,' Logan told Kenneth. 'Leaving out articles or books open to a specific page. I know what goes where and how to use condoms and how to prepare my partner and myself and everything else.' Logan could feel his cheeks burn.

Kenneth exhaled gustily. 'All right then,' he said, slapping his knees. 'I'm probably going to leave for the shops tomorrow about noon. And I thought I'd meet Estevan for a drink afterward. I should be home by six.' He rose to his feet. 'I'm off to bed.'

'Good night,' Logan muttered, sinking deeper into the chair cushions. He flipped his book open, and buried his nose in it. 'Thanks, Uncle Kenny,' he mumbled, feeling his cheeks burn.

'You're welcome,' Kenneth replied as he strolled toward his bedroom.

XxXxXxX

Logan stood in front of the bathroom mirror, turning his head from side to side. 'Loose or tied back?' he asked his reflection. If he wore it loose, Hugo was more likely to comb his fingers through it. If he wore it pulled back in his customary ponytail, it would give Hugo a better view. He can always pull off the elastic, Logan told himself, as he reached for a hair elastic. He pulled his hair away from his face and bound it at the nape of his neck, as he walked to his bedroom. He pointed his wand at the small fireplace grate and cheery yellow flames began to crackle and spread their warmth through the room. Logan eyed his bed with a sense of dismay. It was rather on the narrow side. The two of them barely fit lying side by side, their feet not quite dangling off the foot. Logan shook his head. The floor was a possibility, but the hardwood portions were cold, and the area rug, while lovely and warm, had left them both with some rather painful rug burns last summer. He stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets and spun in a slow circle, taking in the small room. 'The chair,' Logan breathed. He grabbed a pillow from his bed, and dropped it in front of the chair, then knelt on it, hands outstretched and resting on the arms of the chair. It might work. He slid the pillow under the chair and began to pace around the flat, too nervous to sit. He checked his watch. It was nearly time. Knowing Hugo, he'd be hungry, and Logan reckoned a cup of tea and handful of biscuits wouldn't come amiss. He made his way to the kitchen, and began to assemble the tea things on a tray.

'Hello?' Hugo called from the sitting room.

Logan's head popped from the kitchen. 'Cup of tea?'

Hugo dropped a carrier bag on the coffee table and flopped on the sofa. 'God, yes. People who shop on Christmas Eve are the worst. Impatient, flustered, frantic. It's not my fault the shop ran out of Pygmy Puffs Monday.'

Logan set a mug of tea on the table in front of Hugo. He fingered the damp hair over one of Hugo's ears and the wet spots dotting the collar of Hugo's shirt that he wore under jumper. 'Did you have a wash before you came?' He met Hugo's eyes, creased with amusement. 'I m-mean came over.'

'Had a wash, changed my shirt and jumper.' Hugo reached for the mug and took a slow sip, sighing as he relaxed into the sofa cushions and leaned into Logan. Logan rested a hand on the back of Hugo's neck and began to lightly knead the knots away. 'You can keep doing that forever,' Hugo breathed.

'What's in the carryall?'

'Christmas presents. One of them is from Grandmum.'

'Your grandmother sent a gift to me?'

'It's a jumper. It's what she does. Knits jumpers for every single person in the family.'

Logan blinked. 'Blimey.' Hugo's family was quite large. Legendarily so. 'How does she do it?'

'Mostly magic. I think she starts in January.' Hugo took another sip of tea and set the mug down on the table. 'Let's not talk about my grandmother just now,' he said. Hugo pressed a kiss just below Logan's ear. Logan turned his head and captured Hugo's mouth. He tasted like apples and Earl Grey tea. Hugo hummed and turned his body, slowly maneuvering so he straddled Logan. Hugo settled his groin against Logan's, hips undulating. Logan gasped at the friction Hugo's motions created. He had already been hard before Hugo had arrived, but now he was achingly so. Logan tore his mouth away from Hugo's. 'Bedroom,' he managed to gasp. Hugo gathered the hem of Logan's jumper in his hands and pulled it over his head, then rasped a thumb over one of Logan's nipples, before lowering his mouth to the stiffened tip. 'Hugo. Bedroom. Now,' Logan grunted. 'Before I come all over Uncle Kenneth's new sofa.'

'Can't have that,' Hugo murmured, his lips brushing the hollow of Logan's throat. He slid off and held out a hand to Logan, who took it and all but dragged the other boy to his bedroom. Once there, Hugo grasped the hem of his jumper and yanked it over his head, throwing it impatiently to the ground, while he toed off his trainers. His fingers began to work at the buttons of his shirt, but Logan wrapped his hands around Hugo's wrists. 'Let me,' Logan said softly. Hugo's hands dropped to his sides and he lifted his chin. Logan ran a finger down the placket of Hugo's shirt, then back up to the collar, scarcely able to breathe. He slipped the top button through the buttonhole, touching his lips to the skin he exposed. The other buttons followed in short order, and Logan spread the edges of the shirt apart with shaking hands. He flashed a mischievous grin at Hugo before bending his head to quickly lick one of Hugo's nipples, then he gently blew on it, watching it harden. Hugo yelped when Logan's teeth closed on it. Logan traced the outer edge of the other nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingertips. Logan's hands leisurely made their way to the button of Hugo's jeans. He slid the button free and eased the zipper down. Hugo exhaled through his clenched teeth in a hiss when the backs of Logan's fingers brushed over the tented fabric of his boxers. He swayed slightly.

'All right?' Logan murmured against the side of Hugo's neck.

'Yeah. Just. Head. Rush,' Hugo gasped.

Logan gently maneuvered Hugo until the backs of his knees bumped into the chair. He hooked his fingers into the waist of Hugo's jeans and boxers and pushed them down his thighs, slowly dropping to his knees. Logan pulled the jeans and boxers off all the way, easing them over Hugo's feet.

Hugo glanced down in bemusement at the chair. 'Should I…?' He gestured to the chair.

Logan sat back on his heels. 'If you want. You can stand -'

Hugo snorted. 'You think I could stand?'

'Lie on the floor, pick the bed. Wherever you want.'

Hugo folded himself into the chair, giggling softly. 'Nobody ever tells you this can be awkward.'

Logan burst into laughter, scooting forward until he knelt between Hugo's thighs, and reached up to cup Hugo's face in his hands. 'They really don't.' They both chortled softly for a few minutes, before Hugo took one of Logan's hands and guided it to his erection. 'Please,' Hugo whispered.

Logan wrapped his fingers around the base of Hugo's shaft, then bent forward, tongue darting out to lick his lips before he slid his mouth over the head of Hugo's cock. Hugo gasped and jerked when Logan used the tip of his tongue to delicately trace patterns over the skin. Logan felt one of Hugo's hands land as lightly as a butterfly on the crown of his head. Logan glanced up through his lashes, as he altered his position and took a little more of Hugo into his mouth. Hugo's head rested against the back of the chair, eyes tightly shut, the fingertips of his other hand rubbing the stiffened nub of his nipple. Logan hummed in amusement. Hugo moaned softly. Logan sat back and ran his hand slowly up and down Hugo's rigid penis. 'All right?'

'Where did you learn to do that?' Hugo breathed.

'Books,' Logan replied, without a hint of irony.

Hugo chuckled. 'Bloody Ravenclaws.' He caressed Logan's cheek. 'You can keep doing that.'

'As you wish…' Logan resumed his actions, mouth and hands working in concert, changing the pace or pressure according to Hugo's moans. Presently, Hugo planted his feet and his back arched. Logan stilled as Hugo came with an incoherent groan, cock pulsing against Logan's lips. Logan waited until the throbbing stopped, then carefully released Hugo, and swallowed the heavy saltiness that flooded his mouth.

Hugo leaned forward, body languorous and heavy, cheeks flushed. His mouth settled over Logan's, the lips soft and warm, hands cupped over Logan's face. Hugo tumbled from the chair in a tangle of arms and legs. Logan threaded his fingers through Hugo's hair, hips straining upward. Hugo fumbled with the button of Logan's jeans and managed to unfasten it and slide the zipper down. 'Budge up,' Hugo murmured. Logan obligingly lifted his hips and Hugo managed to wriggle Logan's jeans and boxers to his knees. Hugo hastily licked the palm of his hand and brushed his fingertips up the underside of Logan's erection, then wrapped his fingers loosely around it, moving up, large thumb rubbing over the top, before sliding back down.

'I'm not… I won't…' Logan gasped. Hugo slowed the pace of his hand, then fondled Logan's testicles. 'Tha' wasssss mean…' Logan grunted, spreading his knees apart as much as his jeans and pants would allow. 'Please, Hugo…'

'As you wish…' Hugo tightened his grip, and after a few firm strokes, Logan came with a gurgling moan.

Logan's harsh panting slowed, and Hugo chuckled softly. 'What's so funny?' Logan asked.

'I think my tea's gone cold,' Hugo murmured. 'But to be completely honest, I don't think care just now.'