WARNING: Contains slash (two males in a relationship), graphic descriptions of underage sex (a seventeen year old having sex with a fifteen year old), underage drinking, and an incestuous relationship. If any of these things offend you or you do not wish to read them, CLICK THE BACK BUTTON.

Higher and Higher

Chapter One

Come on, get higher,
Loosen my lips,
Faith and desire at the swing of your hips,
Just pull me down hard,
And drown me in love

Matt Nathanson - Come On Get Higher

That burning-red hair, those innocent blue eyes… always drawing his attention, making his eyes fix on his little cousin. His baby cousin. The cousin he'd played with when he was a baby. The same on that had followed him around like a little lost duckling, forever in awe of James' achievements on the Quidditch pitch, or his joking manner, or his latest prank. Those admirable, doting eyes that saw him as, well, a bit of an older brother, really. Someone to look up to. Perhaps even ask for guidance with his latest girl issue, when he reached that age.

And he had reached that age. James felt like a paedophile or a sexual predator or some other disgusting lowlife for noticing, but how could he help it? 'Just like you can't help your stomach dropping every time he wrestles with you,' he thought to himself with no small amount of self disgust. 'Just how it's totally his fault that sometimes you wake up with messed sheets from a dream where he was anything but your baby cousin.'

It was the dreams that James hated the most. The rest of his feelings - the swooping sensations, the way his mood swung according to whether or not Hugo was around, the sudden shyness when talking to him - were all relatively innocent. A phase, a moment of confusion, and something he'd grow out of. But the dreams… they were sick.

"James," Hugo called. An innocent yell between two good friends - all the Weasley-Potter-Scamander-Lupin clan was close, despite the age gaps. It was just how they were.

An innocent yell, but something that James shouldn't have heard if he wasn't… how he was. Hugo was too far away, and James engrossed in his conversation. Or, at least, he was supposed to be. But to be honest, he never paid as much attention to anything as he should - unless it was Hugo. So when he heard that honey-sweet voice call across the field his head turned immediately.

His obsession was unhealthy, and James knew it. And it was laughable that the obsession part wasn't even the worst of it. It was an incestuous obsession. The very word was repulsive and almost made him physically shudder. It briefly crossed his mind that he should repeat it to himself over and over again as punishment for what he thought sometimes, but he couldn't. Hugo was approaching, and he had to talk to him.

"Sorry mate," James said cheerfully to Davies. "Family calls. I bet Rose has broken up with her boyfriend again or something. But I really liked those strategy ideas. We'll go through them next practice and we can decide which ones to present to the team."

He was lying through his teeth - the ideas were crap. But James was confident that he could tweak them enough to make them work, and still convince Davies that he'd come up with all the ideas. And then he didn't have to offend his teammate or worry about dealing with the bother that would come with telling the truth.

Davie grinned, happy with the praise, and made his way back to the changing rooms, and James briefly contemplated how much his life had turned into a lie these days. It was easier than breathing most of the time.

"James," Hugo panted, and he realised the flame-haired boy had jogged most of the way. James grinned and punched his arm.

"You're getting unfit there, man," James laughed, ignoring the sudden euphoria that came from spending time around the person he thought of twenty-four-seven. "Shame on you."

"I am not!" Hugo protested, his voice (mostly) sincere and his eyes wide and innocent.

James smiled. "I'm only pulling your leg," he informed the younger boy as they began to walk back towards the castle together. "Anyway, what were you after?"

Hugo's eyes brightened as he remembered what he'd come for. "Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur've sent your birthday present early," he said, his breath returning quickly. "You'd better get back to the common room before Albus convinces Lily to open it without you."

James laughed. "Let them. I already know what it is, and it's probably better that we're not there anyway."

Hugo looked confused. "What? Why?"

James grinned. "It's not a birthday present," he said cryptically.

"Sure it is. It was wrapped in birthday paper."

"It's not. And it's not from Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur, either. Do you think our aunt would have any present sent so that it arrives any time but the receiver's birthday? I'm not seventeen for another week."

"Then what is it?" Hugo was clearly confused, but he trusted his older cousin without reserve, and his face was open and believing. James felt a pang in his heart.

"It's from Uncle George." His voice was nonchalant, not giving away his inner turmoil. "It'll be a prank, in revenge for my last… parcel. Trust me; whatever it is, we don't want to be there when it's opened."

"Oh." Hugo had a small frown on his face that had James grinning like an idiot at its cuteness. He quickly rearranged his features. "Then where are we going?"

James thought about it for a moment. "Say, Hugo…," he said slowly. "How old are you?" The question was pointless - Hugo was fifteen, and James knew it. Almost two years younger than he was… the thought made him feel even more disgusting that he already did.

"Fifteen," Hugo replied. "Why?"

James allowed a devilish smirk to creep over his face. "Have you ever gotten drunk before?"

Hugo was so adorable with flushed cheeks, James thought to himself idly. And the way his younger cousin was all over the place, not noticing that he was touching James more than normal, and that James was touching him more than normal, really set his heart racing. 'I really should get him drunk more often,' James thought to himself.

And now that he thought about it, he should get himself drunk more often. Everything was so much… easier, when the curtain that was intoxication had fallen over his mind. He wasn't constantly second guessing his actions, and he wasn't beating himself up every time he noticed something beautiful about Hugo that was really not a thought that one cousin should have about another. It was a relief, and James revelled in it.

The two were in the Room of Requirement where James had a secret liquor stash that he mainly used to sneak into Gryffindor parties (once all the younger students had gone to bed). They were sitting on a red sofa, drinking out of the same bottle.

"I got something to tell you," Hugo said, leaning his head on James' shoulder. His voice was slightly slurred, and it took James a few moments to think past the alcohol fogging up his mind.

"Hmm?" he said dumbly. "What is it then?"

"Can't tell you."

"But you said you had something to tell me."

"Can't though. Want to, but can't."

"Why not?" James' curiosity was aroused now.

"You'll hate me." Hugo's voice was pathetically small, and pulled at James' heart. He wouldn't raise his eyes to meet his cousins.

"I'd never hate you," James said instantly. His arm tightened around Hugo's shoulders. "What can't you tell me?"

"I…," Hugo began, and then looked away. James nudged him. "I'm gay," he blurted. The way he said 'gay' made it sound like a horrible word and, as soon as he'd said it, he looked at the ground as though scared to see James' reaction.

"Oh," was all James could think to say.

It was a stupid reaction - of course he didn't have a problem with his little cousin being gay. It would be a little hypocritical, to start with. But what else was there to say? 'It's okay to be gay'? It seemed a little cheesy, at best.

Not to mention he was busy inwardly crushing the bubble of hope that was ballooning in his chest. Hugo had said that he was gay, not that he wanted a gay incestuous relationship with his cousin. There was no need for him to suddenly feel so happy.

Hugo rose abruptly. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'll go…."

"No," James said quickly, grabbing his wrist. "It's okay. I don't care. I think… I think I might be, as well."

Now that was an outright lie; by this point in time, James was pretty certain that he was. But it seemed like the best way to say it at the time.

And then something happened that would alter both their lives forever. Then Hugo kissed James.

One moment, the two of them are facing each other (with very moist eyes) and then they were far too close and he could feel Hugo's breath on his face and their lips were pressed together and….

The kiss wasn't as slow or as smooth as James would have expected. He'd be lying if he'd said he hadn't fantasized about it, and he did have some experience kissing girls from way back when he was going through a sexuality crisis. He'd thought it would be soft and gentle - well, it was both of those things. But it was so much more. It was clumsy and hurried, partly from excitement and partly from the alcohol, and it was as though someone had set off Uncle George's fireworks in his body. It was amazing.

But it was so, so wrong. He had no choice; he pulled back. "Stop," he panted out to Hugo. "We can't."

Hugo pressed forwards. "Please James," he whispered, his eyelashes fluttering, his hand crawling up to rest on James' chest, muscled and toned from years of Quidditch. "I need this."

He moved closer, leaning in for a kiss. James didn't have the balls to shove him off, but he moved his head away pointedly. This didn't faze Hugo, however; instead he latched his lips to James' neck. James had to swallow a sound of pleasure that attempted to work its way from his mouth.

He almost jumped out of his skin when Hugo's wandering hands began pressing against his more-than-half-hard cock through his jeans. "Hugo," he said, trying to sound firm as he grabbed the younger boy's wrist. "Stop. We can't do this. We're cousins."

"We can do this," Hugo breathed, swinging one leg over both of James' so that he was straddling the older boy. "If you let me."

James wanted to protest again. He wanted to throw Hugo from him and storm out. He wanted to be anywhere but with this tempting boy.

But he remained where he was. Why? Because a part of him wanted this. It was the perfect situation, his traitorous mind whispered in a lecherous voice. He didn't have to do anything inappropriate; Hugo was doing it all for him. His little cousin was coming onto him - which was what he'd desired for ages. Why was he protesting?

Hugo grabbed the hem of his own t-shirt and clumsily wriggled out of it to reveal a toned chest. James' protest died on his tongue as he took in the sight of his younger cousin's partly-bare body. He became aware that their groins were pressing against each other's and that both of them were hard.

Hugo slowly, gently, took James' wrist in his hand and placed it on his abdomen. Almost without James' permission, his own hands began to explore the smooth skin and developing muscles of his younger cousin. "Hugo," he whispered lowly… but this time it could hardly be mistaken for a protest.

Hugo leaned forwards slowly, shivering at the feel of James' hands running all over his chest. Their faces got closer and closer, and James looked up, anticipating the coming kiss.

This time it was more sensual; slow and gentle as though they had all the time in the world. Hugo's lips were like butterfly wings at first; fluttering against his own with barely-there pressure. It was still a little clumsy, and James brought his hand up to Hugo's face to steady him. The boy pulled back slightly and James grinned; his cousin was teasing him. He pressed forwards impatiently, and Hugo responded hungrily, slipping his tongue into James' mouth.

His hands wandered downwards until they were playing with the hem of James' shirt, alternating between stroking his stomach and slipping his fingers cheekily into his cousin's denim jeans. Soon he was fiddling with the button, his hands fumbling in his haste. James groaned and lifted his hips to make it easier. Morals were no longer anywhere in his mind; all he could thing about was the lust he felt for his cousin.

Finally he got the button undone. His hands slipped into the jeans beneath his underwear, tantalisingly touching the skin he found there, but avoiding James' aching cock. The eldest Potter groaned, wriggling in his seat in a bid to get more friction. Hugo just smirked and continued to remove the dark-haired boy's jeans.

By the time the pants were removed, James already had Hugo's halfway to the floor. Between them was only the thin fabric of their underwear and, as Hugo thrust his hips forward so that their arousals were grinding together, he thought it was probably the best thing he'd ever felt.

James' hands were all over his body, tweaking his nipples and rubbing any spot that made him moan and buck into James' hard body. His cousin's mouth was on his neck, sucking a sensitive spot that he didn't know he had. It would leave a mark, but Hugo didn't care. All that mattered was that he was almost completely naked, straddling his cousin, feeling the most intense pleasure he'd ever felt. He never wanted it to end.

Their moaning filled the room, becoming louder and louder as they approached orgasm. Hugo didn't want it to end so soon, but already his hips were moving erratically, clumsy from the alcohol, as the pleasure began to overwhelm him. "James," he moaned, trying to warn him.

James, however, was too wrapped up in his own pleasure. As Hugo said his name, he threw his head back and pulled Hugo's flushed body towards him and let out the sexiest whimper that Hugo had ever heard. Pleasure sparked through his body and James ground his covered cock into Hugo's more forcefully than ever. Both of their underwear were damp with precum.

"Hugo," James whispered in a slurred, strangled voice.

It was all too much for Hugo. He cried out as his orgasm rushed over him, hips jerking violently as he shot his seed into his pants. Above him, James paused his movements to watch Hugo's climax, liking how flushed his cousin's cheeks were and how hot his grunts were as he came.

Then, before the afterglow could set in, Hugo's hand dropped immediately to the bulge still prominent in James' underwear. The Potter let out a small "Oh" of pleasure as Hugo began palming his aching cock with one hand, and slipping off James' underwear with the other.

Soon James sat there in nothing but a shirt. His erection was weeping precum, red and swollen with need. Hugo's hands massaged the insides of James' open thighs, and the impatient boy wriggled in his seat as the Weasley teased him. "Please," he moaned, attempting to thrust his hips forwards.

"Please what?" Hugo smirked deviously, brushing his hand over the underside of James' heavy balls before returning to stroking the skin of his legs. "What do you need?"

"I need you to touch me," James panted, his cock twitching as he looked down at Hugo between his legs. The fact that his sight was a little fuzzy from the alcohol didn't make it any less arousing. "I need you to stroke me and grip me and tug me until I'm begging. I need to feel your touch until I can't take it any more and I'm coming a-"

Whatever James was going to say was lost as Hugo attacked his cousin's mouth. He'd only climaxed moments before, but after that graphic description that had spilled from his once-reluctant cousin's mouth, Hugo felt himself beginning to rise again. His hand moved immediately to James' aching erection.

He gripped it tight and James moaned into the kiss. His other hand moving to cup James' balls, rolling them around while massaging his hard cock earned another small sound of pleasure. Deft fingers slid over the red, weeping head, and James arched his back as Hugo massaged it firmly.

The amount of precum made lube unnecessary, and Hugo sped his movements up as James' whimpers told him he was coming closer and closer to orgasm. James was chanting Hugo's name like a mantra, running his hands through his cousin's soft red hair and across his smooth skin. A fire was building in his belly, one that was both the same and different to that which he felt when he did this alone. It was more, it was better… and it was shooting through him with such a force that he was physically shaking in his cousin's arms.

He came violently into Hugo's hands, ejaculating onto his cousin's abdomen. His moans never ceased; as he came down from his high with Hugo still stroking his organ, he realised he was still making soft sighs of pleasure.

"Good?" Hugo asked. James looked down into his cousins eyes that looked up at him with both uncertainty and sureness - if that was even possible. It was as though Hugo was confident, but still needed reassuring at the same time. And James, who was already beginning to feel the unease returning, could not deny his little cousin anything.

"Best thing I've felt. Ever," he told Hugo with a smile. His cousin grinned widely back, the emotion that James then recognised as fear disappearing from his face. His leaned up and planted a kiss on James' lips, which James didn't have the heart to pull away from.

"'M sleepy," Hugo said as he rested his head on James' chest.

"Well it's the Room of Requirement," James said. "Shut your eyes and then look around the room."

They both did so, and neither was surprised to see a four-poster bed magically spring up in the corner of the room. Hugo clambered up, taking James' hand and leading him to the bed, not even bothering to collect their clothes. He slipped under the covers and moved over to make room for James, who reluctantly slid in as well. Hugo wrapped his arms around his cousin's chest and, within minutes, began snoring.

James didn't fall asleep, although he would have welcomed the rest for his tired eyes. Instead he waited until he was sure that Hugo wouldn't wake, detached the red-head's arms from round his body, and carefully, without making a noise, got out of the bed.

He slipped on his clothes and hastily padded to the door, leaning on the wall for support. It occurred to him he may have drunken a little too much. Then, without looking back at his cousin's sleeping form, he slipped out the door.

What had he done?

A/N: This will be a multichapter, although I'm not entirely sure how long or what will happen yet.

Written for xNomii, because she's awesome and asked me to write this.

Beta: chronicxxinsanity