Believe me, Potter if I do not enjoy having you in my house any more than you do. The fact that you must be protected by a member of the order and as my dear friend Sirius is no longer with us and you are no longer on good terms with the weasel family it is my painful duty to take you into my household.

Is that too cold?

Okay, try again Severus, maybe without your remark about Sirius. But I have to tell him about Sirius somehow. Otherwise he'll spend the rest of his life thinking I'm a great slimy git. Won't he?

A tiny voice inside me head was speaking. Better that than face his blatant rejection. He hates you, Severus and there's little you can do to help it. If I tell him then maybe he'll hate me less…maybe even become friends with me. Could you stand the teasing? Seeing that smile every day directed at you? Face it, Severus; you were always one to love…

Sadly, JKR's books belong not to me but to her and her publishers. If they were mine they'd be widely ready by adults and not by children…still I suppose the magic isn't what's important in my story, only the characters. Contains slash (Male/Male) lemon etc.

"Snape?" My head snapped up and I immediately wished it hadn't. Harry was slouching moodily towards me, his beautifully black eyebrows knotted into a sneer of dislike. His shirt was tight in all the right places, showing off his firm muscles and slim form. His jeans were slung casually around his hips; black, to blend with his boxers which were showing about an inch. He wore no shoes, only socks and he made no noise on the polished oak floor. Summoning all the breath and distain I had in me, I whipped the rest of my body around, glad of my concealing black robes and contorted my expression into one of deep dislike to match Harry's own.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Potter?" He jerked a sarcastic eyebrow and slumped, uninvited into the nearest chair. My heart beat very fast. I had not seen him in months. His hair was ever messy but his glasses had disappeared.

"What the fuck am I doing here alone in a huge house with you?" Harry spat, his words striking home to their target. I reflected them easily with a,

"Language, Potter. Calm yourself," just as much directed at me as him. "I would like you to sit down and I want to tell you everything the headmaster does not want you to know. It is the holidays, after all." His eyes widened in surprise.

"So you are working against Dumbledore! I always thought it of you, you-"

"No, Potter. I no longer serve the dark lord nor do I have any desire to disobey the headmaster's wishes. The thing I wish to talk to you about is of a more personal matter."

"Thanks, but I'd rather stay out of your personal life."

"Yes. I daresay you would. Listen Potter, you being here is of far more annoyance to me than to you." No lies in that. "The order has agreed that you be protected at all times by a member of the order and as you are no longer on good terms with the Weasley family, you must be here with me. I am to be your guard for this summer and possibly for summers to come until you become 'of age'."

"I'm sixteen. I'm old enough to take care of myself. I have-"

"Nobody denies your ability to take care of yourself Potter but the headmaster wants you alive." Sixteen. Such a beautiful, ripe age and the age you are legally allowed to-"he want's to…use you as a tool for triumphing over…over Voldemort. Allow me to express how little I share his values."

"Yeah, like you care." Harry's sarcasm hit me right in the centre and I could not manage to speak for several seconds. At last I choked out.

"You're right. I am merely following orders. Allow me then to show you to your room. We eat at eleven, two-thirty and eleven. I was never an early riser do not forget it. Do not keep me awake. Do not perform magic. In fact I would prefer to hear from you only at mealtimes." As I said this I was sweeping out of the room and towards the hall. Harry's stuff lay in an untidy heap at the foot of the stairs. I elevated them with what I hoped was impressive ease and let them glide along beside us. Harry was easily keeping pace with me, not even panting as we practically ran through the corridors. I waved my hands at passing doors and he peered with a surprising amount of interest into each room as I indicated it.

"My rooms, my study, my living room, my dinning room, note that is where we shall be dining." We had reached the end of the corridor. "These are your rooms." I felt slightly embarrassed as we entered Harry's rooms. They were the most beautiful in the house, the bed huge and quilted, the furniture comfortable and antique. I tried not to blush. "Your bathroom and your living room," I said, indicating the two doors.

"So close to yours?" Harry smirked up at me. He was less than a head shorter than me but his eyes were raised to mine in challenge. I gaped stupidly before replying.

"Don't get perverse images into your head, boy. I have no wish of any contact with you over the next two months. I am merely here because your present quarters have become unsuitable." To my surprise his face showed no anger. He was grinning, his eyes still full of challenge. He looked at his watch with an overdone gesture of his arm and strode past me.

"Christ, eleven. I guess I should be turning in, then." He threw his shoes, which he had been carrying to the floor and before I could stop him, pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion, not even bothering to undo the buttons. I breathed out. Harry's back was smooth and tanned, completely without flaws. His muscles showed in his slim shoulders and his waist curved in, in a most enticing and exciting way. He turned around and his eyes met mine, almost shyly. His chest was slim and toned, his dark nipples providing the only blemish. There was a light dusting of black hair forming on his abs forming a line that plunged into his pants. I was shocked and stunned by his beauty.

"Don't you give me that look, Snape. This is my home for several more years and you're going to have to get used to me being here. Clothes bother me." They do? Please, do not allow me to bother you. Take them all off, I'll gladly watch. If only I had the confidence. Instead I tossed my head dismissively, tearing my eyes away from his gorgeous body. I meant to say something cool and challenging but all that came out was,

"You forget, Potter. We eat at eleven. It is being served in my dining room at this very moment. You may come as you are if you wish. It makes little difference to me."

"Oh but surely," hissed Harry, his eyes slits of green, "surely you'd prefer it if I didn't exhibit myself in your rooms? Not suggesting you're queer or anything, Snivelly, but that is going a little far. Perving on students is against the law you know." He knows. My brain seemed to have jammed. Snivelly. That's what Sirius called you. The thought of Sirius allowed my lip to curl and I surveyed him steadily.

"Do you think you would allow me, Sir Potter to tell you the story of Padfoot and I? Then maybe you will revise your judgement on using his insults against me." I had won the battle. "Wash yourself and put some clothes on. We will eat in twenty minutes. Don't be late." Harry's face was all surprise. I knew he could not resist knowledge. Smirking, I turned on my heel and closed the door gently behind it, only to run to my bedroom, lock the door and fall against it, moaning at what I had just seen. I freed myself and ran my hands down to grasp my straining excitement. Damn, he's hot. You shouldn't be disgracing him like this… "Fuck…"

My self control was lost as my mind filled with images of Harry's shy, yet challenging smile as he surveyed my reaction to his stripping. I caressed myself for the first time in years, allowing the rivulets of pleasure to stream around my body. Remembering how the faint dusting of hair hand beckoned me into his jeans I came with a faint cry into my hand, allowing it to soak my robes. I leaned my head back, breathing hard. Fuck. He'd better not come to dinner dressed as he had been. I looked at my watch and yelped. I had fifteen minutes until dinner. I had to look perfect. Pulling my clothes off I leapt towards the shower, my heart racing. You did not just cum for Potter. Have fun convincing yourself of that.

I stood in front of the mirror and tentatively peered out from behind the towel. I replaced it. I had never liked seeing myself without the charm. At least with it I had a nose to hide behind. Without it my black eyes showed every emotion. I pulled the towel from my face once more. In my eyes there was worry, anticipation and longing. No points for guessing why that is. Shut up. I pulled the second towel from my head. Raising my arm to spray my hair into submission I caught sight of my watch. No time. Attempting to calm myself I strode out of my bathroom, through my bedroom and into the dining room, I closed the door with a snap.

Harry was not there yet. One place was set at each end of the long table. My heart pounded. I did not want to be that far away from Harry. Was there time to change it? Sprinting to the other end of the table I picked up his meal, his napkin and his cutlery and laid them next to my own. I was straightening his fork when he entered.

Mercifully he had donned some clothes. Suddenly I did not feel so overdressed. His white shirt hung open and his black jeans were smarter than the blue ones he had been wearing. When he stepped closer to me I could see a necklace round his neck and shining beads of water from the shower gleaming in his damp hair. He noted my identical outfit and smirked wordlessly. We slid into our places and began to eat in silence. His manners were good and without uncomfortable formality. His eyes were lowered to his meal and he ate quickly, without fuss. When we had finished he laid his napkin on the table and surveyed me.

"So?"

"So what, Potter?"

"You were about to tell me the story of you and Sirius." Ha. Who's in who's power now. "And by the way I prefer your hair that way. Less grease." I blushed slightly.

"I do not bother to wear my formalities in my own house. Seeing as you're so keen to hear my story, I shan't delay you. I did not always hate him. He and your father constantly probed me to annoyance and yet I…I admired Sirius." Harry didn't snort with laughter as I had feared he would. He looked at me carefully, his deep eyes calculating. "One day I was confiding this to my friends and it appears he heard me. The following day, in our sixth year, he approached me and allowed me to become intimate with him, no feelings attached on his side." I had been speaking to my plate but I looked up to see Harry's reaction. His face was intent and interested and he regarded me imperiously.

"So…you were dating?"

"No, Potter. He was merely using me to endorse his sexual pleasures. When he was asked out by a girl a few weeks later he told me to come and visit him in the shrieking shack one last time. Of course, you can imagine who was there. Your father rescued me at the price of my pride. He told the school what I was and that is where the name 'Snivelly' comes from. Potter said I would come snivelling back to Sirius if ever I got a chance. Assess your authority to use that expression. Harry's face was sad.

"I saw him in your pensive a while back. I've known since then what a complete bastard he was. But while Sirius was alive a part of me still wanted to believe he was nice as well as good."

"How very…sentimental. Fascinating as your personal feelings are I do not wish to hear such drivel. I merely ask you address me in future as 'sir' or 'professor'." Harry's face was unreadable. He got up, bowed his head slightly and left, without a backward glance.

And so the agony started. I was a constant battle, every meal. Neither must show any feeling, all must be distain. Harry and I rarely spoke. Each day he bade me good morning and each evening goodnight. Other than meals, I barely saw him. Occasionally I would see him outside from a window, enjoying the summer sun while I lurked indoors, loving him; wishing I had a scrap of confidence with which to defend myself. This agony continued for ten, long, lustful days. One other time I saw him out of an upstairs window taking a dip into the lake. He dived and swam beautifully, bringing me to ejaculation a second time and completely unawares. When he was in the house I shut myself away in my room or my study and I was undisturbed.

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I often longed to go and prize him from his hidey-hole. I knew he was hiding from me and I thought I knew why. He wanted me to forget my crush, to bury it away and forget about it, At least he was doing it in a nice way. He had always been so disdainful of me, I felt grateful to him for understanding and leaving me to stew alone. It must be hard when someone you hate has a crush on you. Almost like Malfoy. I shuddered at the thought. I let my mind wander, remembering how he had looked that first night, how he had been when I had teased him.

No, Harry, it is never to be. But what about that story he told you? That was pretty heartfelt…and he's gay, or was. Burying my face in the pillow I was closing my eyes, willing sleep to come to me when I heard a faint, distant moan.

Instantly I was awake, every sense alert. Leaping from my bed I crept in my boxer's out of my room and down the corridor into Snape's dining room. The moans came from his room. Sometimes they were of pleasure, other times of grief. I peered through the keyhole and gasped at the sight in front of me.

Snape knelt at the side of his bed, uncharmed as he had been that first day. He was wearing boxers and carried a knife. His cock was out and he was stroking himself yet there were tears running down his face. What could I do? He'd be furious if I found him masturbating, yet I couldn't just leave him. God knows what he was planning to do with that knife. To this decision he gave me the answer. With a little cry he came, catching the stuff on his knife and choking with mirthless laughter. It was a horrid scene of self-loathing and desperation.

"Love me…" he choked out between sobs as he put his cock away and raised the cum-covered knife to his wrists. Franticly I sprinted to the other end of the room silently, then back, making my footsteps sound loudly on the hollow floor. When I burst into the room he still knelt helplessly by his bed, his face tearstained but the knife and the cum were nowhere to be seen. He looked up at me with emotionless eyes still streaming tears when I entered.

"Harry…you shouldn't be here…didn't I always tell you not to…not to…" His sentence was cut of by another wave of sobs that shook his body. I knelt at his side and passed him a tissue from the box on the bedside table. He took it and covered his face. Gently, I put my arms around his freezing form and lifted him into his bed. He resisted but his body was weak from crying. I did not say anything. I couldn't think of anything to say. Awkwardly I stood beside him, my arms still round him and watched him cry. I had never seen a man really cry before. It was terrifying. Slowly his sobs stilled and still I held him. At last he looked up. His eyes were red and he looked angry.

"Why are you here, Potter? I told you not to come here."

"I had to. I heard you crying. I was worried you were…I thought maybe you needed someone…even if it's someone you hate. It seems I was wrong. Do you want me to go?" He gripped my arm.

"No. You are warm. Stay with me a bit." I walked round to the other side of the bed and took the pillows, propping him up on them and tucking the blankets in around him. I sat on his bed, shivering slightly.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, Potter. A low point, shall we say."

"Professor I…I don't hate you-okay? I used to but I don't now. That probably doesn't make you feel any more comfortable but I just thought you'd like to know. You have…a friend." It came out in a long stream of words.

"Friends-eh? We've never been friendly before."

"Sirius…Sirius changed that when he died. I don't hate you now." He laughed unexpectedly.

"Well, he's done me one favour at any rate. Brought me a friend in time of need." The way Snape said the word friend made me shiver. What did he mean? Was he being sarcastic that we could ever be friends or was it something else? Don't get your hopes up. You know he doesn't care for you. It suddenly occurred to me how undressed and cold I was.

"If you want, you can go now. I am alright now."

"If it's okay with you, id rather stay. It was kind of scary hearing that alone in this house. Just give me a sec."

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He disappeared out of the door he had come through and I took the opportunity to clean the knife I had hidden under the bed and put it away. My heart was racing with excitement. He returned, carrying his pillows and duvet. He dumped them on the other side of the bed and arranged them beside me. I turned out my bedside light and turned to face him in the pale moonlight from the window.

He was not looking at me but up at the ceiling, his upper body bare and his eyes bright and calm. I copied him and lay back on my nest of pillows he had made. I felt a small, warm hand steal into mine and my head whipped around. He was still staring determinedly at the ceiling but his face was a little flushed. I folded my cold hand into his warm one and he smiled and turned to me.

"You're cold."

"A little. I am always cold, Ha-Potter. It suits me." He let go of my hand and bent his beautiful body around to pick up his pillows. He threw them over next to mine and scooted up towards me, holding out his arms. I stared at him for a second and fear came to his eyes. Quickly I slipped into his embrace. Harry was so warm. He seemed to radiate heat. His arms and legs coiled round me and enveloped me. His skin was so soft. I was in heaven. I felt warmth and comfort and happiness and love. With these emotions, I fell asleep.

I awoke to find him gone from my side. I was still beautifully warm but Harry had untangled himself from me and was lying at a respectful distance from me, his bright green eyes regarding me frankly.

"What are you doing in my bed, Potter?" He looked as though he'd been slapped. I had been so sure I would wake up to soft skin and warm embrace that I felt the absence very acutely.

"I'm making sure you're okay. I can go if you want. I just thought…I mean I thought you might be mad at me so I scooted away when I woke up. I-"

"I'm not mad. Unless you count worry that I've poisoned your little mind with my tears and affections. I can assure you, Harry, I am pleased you came to me last night. I needed somebo…I needed you."

"Oh." He coloured. "I thought you might be mad at the intrusion. You always hated me so much but I didn't want to leave you. I…basically I don't want to be annoying or…make you feel…weird-uncomfortable." Damn Harry, you sure do make me feel weird all stretched out like that.

"Honestly it's fine, so long as you don't think of me as a perverted teacher." Harry laughed and my body relaxed with relief.

"Seriously sir, I…even if it had been…more than cuddly I wouldn't…" He looked uncomfortable and confused. "We're not at school. We're just two people living in the same house now…I think…"

From then on, everything was different. The tension had been increased and yet there existed a strange kind of friendship between Harry and me. Harry told me about his life with his relatives, his life before Hogwarts. Whenever he had been speaking about them he always stopped when he came to this last summer. That he never spoke of and, taking his lead, I did not pry.

I told him about the order and what we were doing; about life as a death eater and life as a servant to Dumbledore. He always listened intently to me, as though he really cared about my views and stories. Neither of us mentioned that night when he had found me but I had a strange suspicion he knew what I had been about it do. I did not try it again, although the same pains still gnawed at me. I could not for get his hesitant voice. 'We're just two people living in the same house now…I think…'

I had warned myself that Harry would be difficult to live with once we had become less than enemies. It was harder than I could have imagined. Harry would swan around without his shirt as he had done the first night and flash irresistible smiles at me during the morning time when he would work out, shower, have breakfast and get dressed. I bore it only by looking down at my own body and feeling the familiar loathing for it course through me.

The nights were the worst. There were times when I would lie awake listening for a sound from Harry's room. Always there was silence. A few times I actually got out of bed to go to him before flopping back on my pillows. I lacked the confidence. I knew he would reject me and I couldn't bear it. A few times I heard a sound of pattering bare feet between his bathroom and bedroom. It made me shiver; imagining how his body would twist and move as he climbed out of bed and into the bathroom.

We still saw each other only at meals, which I knew was my fault and it tortured me. At the meals we were perfectly friendly towards each other but we would always get up and leave as soon as we had finished. During the days I would hear music and occasionally singing from Harry's room. At these times I would creep to his door and listen. Harry's voice was high and husky and he sung about beautiful things. I never knew where the music came from, but it always reflected the words and the mood.

One such time I was crouched at Harry's bedroom door, listening to him as he sang in his living room when it occurred to me to go into his room and listen from there where I could hear him better. I opened the door silently and slipped through. The door to the living room was open a few centimetres and I crept lightly over the floor towards the source of the sound.

"Please don't go crazy if I tell you the truth.
No you don't know what happened and you never will,
If you don't listen to me while I talk to the wall.
This blanket is freezing. It's been out in the hall.

Where you've had me for hours till I'm sure what I want.
But darling I want the same thing that I wanted before
But sweetheart, tell me what's up,
And I won't stop,
No way."

I peered through the door to see Harry strumming on a black guitar, facing away from me and singing still. His chest was bare but he still wore his necklace.

Please keep your hands down and stop raising your voice,
It's hardly what I'd be doing if you gave me the choice,
It's a simple suggestion, can't you give me some time?
Just say yes or no
Why can't you shoulder the blame?

Cause both my shoulders are heavy from the weight of us both.
You're a big boy now, so let's not talk about growth.
You've not heard a single word that I've said.
Oh my god.

A tear ran down his face and It occurred to be that Harry was singing about something he felt. His voice cracked and he let his guitar hang round his neck uselessly. Then he ran his hands through his hair and tipped his head back over the back of the sofa.

Too late, his teary eyes stared straight into mine as I stood poking my head round the door. I considered making a dash for it and was disappearing around the door when I heard his voice.

"Professor? Professor wait."

I turned around and stood in the doorway regarding him, trying to make my face expressionless. He sat twisted round to face me, his guitar hanging forgotten around his neck and both arms held out towards me. His lip trembled as he searched for something to say. At last I choked out,

"You play good music, Potter. And you sing well."

"…Thanks…Do you want to come in?"

"Sure." For some reason Harry looked just as embarrassed as I felt. I came in and stood stupidly in between the two sofas for a second. There was a pile of mess on one but Harry was sitting on the other. Maybe it would look rude to take the trouble of clearing it up just to sit away from him. I took the seat next to him and he smiled. There was a strained silence.

"So…you um…you like your rooms?"

"Yeah they're lovely. Kinda lonely sometimes though." Harry was staring at his knees.

"I would ask you to invite your friends but nobody is supposed to know your whereabouts. When you lived with the muggles it wasn't such a problem but…still maybe…maybe…well if you want some company, you know where to find me."

"Err…thanks professor but I thought you preferred to see me only at mealtimes?"

"Well…things change."

"Oh. Maybe I will then." The silence lengthened.

"So erm…what where you playing just now?"

"Oh just some crap I wrote. It's a bit repetitive I think but…I like the words. They help me express how I feel without sounding like a prat."

"You wrote this, Potter?"

"Yeah…why do you think it sounds like a real song?" His eyes were hopeful. I was incredulous. The music was beautiful.

"Well erm…yeah I do I mean it's…well you…I'm impressed Potter. I didn't know you had that talent." Harry blushed a very satisfying and surprising crimson and smiled shyly at his knees.

"Thanks professor. I've…I've never actually played to anybody before."

"I'm sorry I listened without your permission." Harry looked up at me for the first time.

"No, its fine, I don't mind you…it's sort of nice to have somebody to talk to about it-you know?" Don't mind me what? Don't mind me hearing? Why is there…oh forget it, he DOESN'T LIKE YOU-okay? Quick, say something you idiot.

"Yeah…I know." Do you? Shut up, brain. "Will you…will you play something for me Potter? Maybe the rest of that song?"

"Well…I haven't actually written the last verse but who knows, maybe it'll come to me." Harry cleared his throat and began to sing again from the beginning. This time his eyes stared straight into mine. I didn't want to look away. I couldn't look at anything else. When he got to 'Oh my God' he closed his eyes and began to play at his guitar with no words, the notes changing key and the volume exploding. Harry whistled a new melody as he played. Then the volume died down and he began to sing again, opening his eyes to stare at me again.

"Please take it easy, it can't all be my fault.
I haven't made half the mistakes that you've listed so far
Oh baby let me explain something, it's all about fear,
So let us cuddle together, keep out the knife and the tear.

Cause you're all I have left now, and I won't let you go,
I've shared your house and your bedroom and I don't know why.
It's magnetic attraction, so don't fight,
Take hold."

The song finished with a few final guitar notes and Harry stopped, frozen, his hand on the strings of his guitar to stop them resounding. At last he coughed and began to babble.

"Well, they came to me, the words that is. What I really need is a drummer and a second guitar but as no-one knows I play I can't really ask. Did you…were the last lyrics crap?" I summoned all my breath and replied,

"No they were…did they have any relevance to anything? Well anybody really?" Harry cocked his head to the side and gazed at me sadly.

"If that person felt about me they way I feel about him then it would be…but no."

"I thought maybe it was about that Ravenclaw girl you were always fighting with but it's him you say?"

"Yes" He didn't seem keen to confide in me. He was speaking to his knees again, his bare shoulders hunched over. He lifted the guitar over his head and let it rest against the table. Then he blew upwards and began to write the lyrics down on a sheet of paper before sinking back onto the couch and stretching himself out. My stomach was churning and when I saw his body arching and twisting I felt it give a lurch. Damn he was hot. Finally he looked at me and spoke.

"You should come over more often. I write lyrics faster either when you're here or when I have company, I don't know yet." He smiled and I smiled. There was silence again but this time it was different. Friendly. Tense. I hoped…I knew I would never have the confidence to ask him if the song had been in anyway connected with me yet I longed to. Weren't his first lyrics 'Please don't go crazy if I tell you the truth'? Please Harry. Tell me the truth if I am the truth. I gazed at him, willing him to understand.

"Professor, can I ask you something?"

"Yes, go ahead"

"Isn't it…aren't the summers…aren't you lonely here when you aren't at Hogwarts? I mean I know I don't exactly have great company where I used to live but surely as an adult you have the choice to…well…not be alone?" I fought tears.

"Even adults can't force people to spend time with them Potter." His eyes widened and he swallowed.

"So you…you are lonely here."

"Well…you live here now. I'm not lonely now."

"So you don't mind me living with you?"

"No I don't. I hated it at first but now you know about Sirius, things are different. We don't…well I don't hate you anymore and I don't think you hate me so much anymore. Like you said, we're just two people living together."

"I don't hate you. I like living here. It's better than the Dursley's anyway. And Ron and Hermione get annoying sometimes when they bicker." He grinned. "You're a much easier roomie."

"Thanks I think."

"It's a compliment. I wish you'd come here more though."

"Now I know I'm wanted I will. And come and see me too. I don't have any work and I know you don't so there's no reason why we can't spend time together."

"That's great. Listen, I'm going to watch a movie before bed-d'you wanna join me?" I hesitated then,

"Sure. That's be great. What did you have in mind?"

"Seen Pulp Fiction ever?"

"No, I haven't." He stood up and folded his arms across his chest.

"If we're going to watch Pulp Fiction together can you please call me Harry? I'd feel uncomfortable watching something so intimate with somebody who still calls me by my surname."

"Yeah, I can…you may call me by my first name if you wish, Harry although I'd prefer it if you used my middle name, Jamie. I don't like the name Severus."

"I can if you like but I like the name Severus. I prefer it to Jamie."

"Really? You like it?" Harry looked at me seriously, as though he was looking into my soul.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do." We looked at each other for a long moment. Then,

"Well then yes, you may call me Severus or Sev."

"Thanks, Sev." He turned and bent over the TV to look for Pulp Fiction. I got a beautiful view of his bum and immediately felt aroused and ashamed. A full grown man like you getting hard over a boy of his age is perverted, Sev. He straightened up as the menu became visible and the film started. I had to admit, I was excited at the thought of watching a film as sexy as Pulp Fiction with Harry.

Occasionally sneaking looks at Harry I saw his eyes concentrated seriously on the scene. When it came to the sex, he blushed slightly but did not move or look at me. It excited me and when it had finished I was barely concealing it. Harry got up and switched off the movie, not helping my problem by displaying his ass to me a second time. I took the opportunity to look and saw a barely distinguishable lump. I wriggled slightly and found I had made it worse. I was attempting to conceal it with my hands when Harry turned round and his eyes dropped straight to my groin.

He stared for a second then said,

"That was quick. The film wasn't that graphic." He grinned and swallowed nervously. "Still, I can't talk." My eyes dropped to his jeans. There was a definite lump in his pants also and I found it difficult to drag my eyes back to his. I laughed nervously and he joined in as he flopped back on to the couch and checked his watch.

"Shit. It's nearly one thirty."

"Mind if I stay here? I can't be bothered to move."

"Not at all. Hang on a sec though." His feet pattered away and I proceeded to conceal my 'problem'. Damn, Harry. He came pattering back and dumped two pillows and my blankets next to the couch.

"Oh Harry you-"

"Head Up." I lifted my head up and he tucked the pillow under it. Then he got the blankets and laid them carefully over me, tucking the edges in around me for warmth. Then he raised his eyebrows at me as if to say 'all right?' and stood back. "Do you want me to leave now?" he turned to go but I caught at his jeans. Blushing, I said,

"Stay with me a little. I don't want you to go." He turned back around and sat at the other end of the couch, tucking his feet under the duvet. One touched my leg and he blushed and whisked it away. Shame.

"So erm…did you ever see that film before?"

"Nope, it was good though."

"I like it. And not because of the sexy side. I'm not that teenage." He said defensively. "I've never been…I've never got like this before." Before I could stop myself I blurted out,

"Maybe it's having company." Harry's soft eyes regarded me frankly.

"Maybe. Or maybe it was who the company was." My body jerked and every sense suddenly became very aware. He blushed but still stared seriously in my eyes. It was only then that I noticed he was shaking slightly and his lip was trembling. As though he was frightened.

"Harry I…if you don't mean what I think you mean then forget it but if you do then…I'd rather you told me. I'm just as shy." He swallowed, opened his mouth…then closed it.

"You knew. You knew when you heard the song."

"I didn't know. I hoped."

"Hoped?"

"Yes, Harry. I hoped."

"Well I sure hope we're talking about the same thing."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well…" he swallowed and blushed before speaking to his lap. "I'm talkingaboutmaybemyproblembeingunconnectedwiththemovieandmoretodowithyou." He sucked his breath in and then held it, still not looking at me.

"So am I. But I'm talking about more than that. I'm talking about…liking you…more than I probably should at my age….more than…more than you probably want." Finally he looked at me, his eyes very bright. When he spoke his voice was low.

"You…you fancy me, Sev?" Oh god. Now he'll know and he'll hate you.

"Shit I'm sorry. I know it's pervy and all the rest of it I just can't really help it. Yes, I do. I do…like you."

"Good." Suddenly warm lips were on mine and slim, hesitant arms were snaking round my neck. My stomach churned and flipped with a surprised, tight feeling as the lips moved against mine, filling me with some foreign feeling, making me want to shout, fight, kill, live, jump, sing and make love all at once. Then the lips left me and my eyes slowly fluttered open. Harry had flung himself over me, his body lying messily over mine and his neck straining upwards to kiss me. His face was hot, nervous and alight.