Yay! This is the last chapter of August Rush, thanks for all those who read and reviewed and oh so patiently waited. Sorry it took so long, my life has been absolutely insane in the past few months. But still, I wish I had gotten this out earlier… mais, c'est la vie.

James, literally trembling in anticipation of the upcoming, released Harry from his chest. He laid him down on the bed beside Draco, and reached over to his bedside table. Artfully bypassing various potions and pamphlets, he searched around for a little bottle in particular… and there it was resting so unassumingly next to a metal cock ring and and enchanted dildo he'd gotten from Sirius.

He paused over the accompanying objects before reluctantly shaking his head, deciding to save those for another time. This was about him and Harry alone. He grabbed the bottle and rolled back over, a wide grin stealing over his face.

This was it. It was happening.

He glanced over at his son, heart warming at the tender kisses he was receiving from Draco.

That boy was a keeper, he decided, seeing as he refused to touch Harry, instinctively understanding and accepting that for this one time, James wanted to be the sole one to bring The Boy Who Lived to the brink.

Draco, bless his adorable little heart, had noticed James staring and blushed delicately, moving back to sit pressed up against the headboard, out of Harry's reach.

Harry, in that adorably confused way of his, glanced up at Draco, following his gaze back to his father. Seeing the lust-darkened irises looking back at him, Harry released a small moan, successfully galvanizing James into action.

James, having reentered the bed, crawled over Harry's body, careful to allow no skin to skin contact. He leaned down, just brushing Harry's swollen pink lips before pulling back, watching as Harry arched up after him, desperate for some kind of touch.

He gazed down at his son's bared body, openly admiring the tan, unblemished skin stretched taut over Quidditch-toned muscles. He lightly brushed a finger over Harry's pert nipple, watching in delight as it hardened under his touch.

He leaned back in, this time fully claiming his son's mouth. Harry immediately opened up to James' questing tongue, easily allowing his mouth to be devoured. James groaned deeply at the taste of his boy, stroking his tongue against every surface available inside that heavenly cavern.

He stroked his hands up and down Harry's body, pulling away from his mouth only long enough to attach the the Boy Wonder's earlobe, drawing the most delicious sounds from deep in Harry's throat.

The salty taste of Harry's skin exploded on his tongue as he traced it up and down his neck, suckling each exposed collarbone and dipping into the grove at the base of his throat. Harry's hands, clenched so tightly into his hair, relaxed, sliding down James' body to fondle any and every part he could reach.

James dropped his hips down on top of Harry's, seeking the friction both desperately needed. Together they moved, sliding against each other, thrusting with abandon to the tune of unhindered moans and harsh breaths.

Harry, already close, whimpered low in his throat, and James, hardly wanting this to end so soon, reluctantly lifted off and slid down Harry's body, pausing to lick around the Boy Wonder's navel.

He skillfully bypassed Harry's cock, nipping at the insides of his thighs and paying a wet tribute to the creamy skin he found there.

Harry slowly turned around, lifting onto his knees and thrusting his arse in the air, silently demanding James move swiftly on with the show.

James, never one to pass up a challenge, kneaded that pale arse with his fingers, before pulling firm cheeks apart and shoving his tongue into his boy's entrance. Harry, gasped, then released a deep moan as James' tongue began to swirl and thrust, joined quickly by two curiously wet fingers.

James, who had previously lubricated his fingers with his favorite potion, turned his whole attention to carefully stretching Harry's opening. He wanted the least amount of pain possible to detract from this experience.

Harry groaned deep in his throat, barely escaping a growl, and James smiled, knowing Harry was feeling the effects of the potion, the warmth spreading from arse up, loosing all his muscles with a pleasurable tingle.

The Boy Wonder pushed back on his father's face unashamedly, lifting a hand to palm his erection, only to have it smacked away. He turned his head, eyebrow raised, to stare at James.

"If you're not going to let me touch myself, at least have the decency to fuck me old man."

James, then, actually did growl, quickly repositioning himself and placing the head of his cock at Harry's quivering entrance.

He slid in slowly, but steadily, not stopping until he was fully seated. He'd like to have said he was pausing to be a considerate lover, but oh, the heat, he was going to embarrass himself if he didn't take a moment.

When Harry began to push back, he came back to, pulling out and slamming right back into that tight perfection.

And then they were moving, and it was in tandem, and oh, it was wonderful, it was amazingly fantastic, it was all of those other adjectives that James never bothered to learn, because who needs big words anyways?

They were pushing, and pulling, and it was like high tide, and Merlin but all James could do was think stupid 'Puff analogies because there were stars behind his eyes and his mind was clouded and all he could feel was Harry, and smouldering grey eyes focused on the pair, and he couldn't tell which leg was his but he pulled one out and up and slid deeper, and fuck if that groan of Harry's didn't make him blow just like that.

Somewhere behind the mist of incredible that was clouding coherent thought, he heard flesh slapping and sheets tearing and a steady murmur of "Oh Gods, oh yes, so close, oh please, oh fuck," and felt a gentle hand brush back his hair, and so he opened his eyes because that was the only thing he could really control, and there was Draco staring at him with so much love and meeting him with a slow and careful kiss.

And then the wildfire burning through his veins quieted to a slow simmer and he was able to bring himself together and reach around to Harry's erection, long, slow pulls matching his slowing thrusts, going deeper than possible, feeling better than he'd ever thought this could, and Morgana help him but that perfect little Malfoy spawn was getting one hell of a fucking for being so… well perfect, and then all he wanted to do was bring off his baby boy.

He adjusted his thrusts, searching ever so carefully until a full body shudder and a shouted, "Fuck yes, keep right there!" told him he'd found his mark. He tightened his had around his boy's prick every so slightly and one, two, four, thrusts and then there was ecstasy tightening and convulsing around him and rushing through his every vein, leaping in and out of his pores, and it was all he could do not to blackout from the force of his orgasm.

He fell at the same time as his son, and could hardly muster up the energy to smirk at the muffled "Oomph" and halfhearted attempts to wiggle him off. He simply muzzled into Harry's neck, placing a few light kisses at his nape before whispering in his ear.

"I love you, baby boy."

oOoFINoOo

Okay! So that's that! This chapter was by far the longest, most detailed smut I've ever attempted ever like ever, so hopefully it's at least a bit enjoyable, and the flames don't burn down my humble abode. I'd love some reviews, and I have a couple more stories in the works, but I want to have them completely finished before I start to post them, so I don't look like a total flake. Yay for my first completed chapter story! Okay, bye for now!

~imaniiebee