Title: Glisten
Author: lj userfaerielullaby
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Colin
Word Count: 462
Warning: Boy sex (or, as lj usercrucio4coffee likes to say, buttsex)
Notes: Written for the Harry/Colin festival, because they don't get enough love. Prompt was 'glisten'.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Obviously. It all belongs to JK Rowling, and I couldn't match her skills no matter how hard I tried. All characters belong to her, I just like to make them do things they wouldn't normally do.
The water of the lake glistened in the early afternoon sunlight, making it seem as if it were sparkling. Term was almost over, and students were taking advantage of the warmth before they had to go in and look meticulously over their notes from the entire year.
Halfway around the lake, partially obscured from view by a bush or two and a large tree, were two boys. They completely oblivious to the noise and hubbub of the other students, and they were utterly immersed in each other.
"Harry, I- I don't think I'm gonna last much longer if you keep this up." The mousey-haired boy under Harry said, his breathing ragged with lust.
"I know." Harry said shortly, his eyes darkened to a deep forest green. His thrusts came erratically until he was coming inside Colin. Harry almost collapsed on top of Colin's thin body, before realizing Colin needed some sort of release as well.
He reached a tanned hand down and slowly stroked his length, swiping the head with his thumb. He grinned, almost feral-like, when Colin shivered underneath him. He moved his hand to fondle his balls, but paused when he felt the boy stiffen slightly. He returned back to his cock, and palmed it quickly. He bent and kissed Colin roughly matching each kiss with rapid jerks and pulls, all in order to bring him off swiftly.
Moments later, Colin did, and his whole body relaxed. Harry stretched out beside him, laying his head on Colin's chest. He could hear his heartbeat slowly returning to normal, and his breath disturbed his hair.
He suddenly felt his head slip lower, as he registered that Colin was sitting up. Harry watched him, out of half-closed eyes, amused by the way the sweat on his body glistened in the dazzling sunlight. He closed his eyes completely, settling onto the grass with a light sigh. He heard Colin fumbling with something, and when he heard the resounding click, he knew what it was.
Colin went virtually nowhere without his camera, especially if he was following Harry around. But since they had started dating, he had it with him less and less, knowing Harry hated having his picture taken.
He gave a small smile, letting the younger boy indulge in his art, knowing it was better not to protest when Colin was in this mood.
But Harry would stand by what he always said: the best pictures were the ones you held in your memory, because they could be taken and played out as often as possible. Harry needed no camera to tell him how the water looked that day, or how Colin's eyes gleamed when Harry brought him here, to this spot.
Pictures spoke a thousand words, but memories would last a lifetime.