Disclaimer: If they actually belonged to me, this wouldn’t be fanfiction, now would it

Disclaimer: If they actually belonged to me, this wouldn’t be fanfiction, now would it?

Warning: Drabble. Oneshot (part of a series of oneshots I’m writing in different fandoms, connected only by the prompt). Slash. Duh.

Utensil Joy

Part Onze

Scorpius selects another piece of melon from the bowl of fruit-salad, transferring it deftly to his mouth, closing his eyes and humming low in his throat in pleasure as the sweetness explodes on his tongue. He swallows and sighs before carefully licking the sticky remnants of juice from his fingers.

Al suddenly growls from across the table and thrusts a fist forward – straight at Scorpius’s face.

Scorpius jerks back, blinking, and sees the bit of metal glinting dully in his friend’s hand. “What the –” he begins, confused, but Al cuts him off.

“Just use the damn fork, would you?”

END