After Tonight
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter, or any of the characters mentioned in this story, unless stated otherwise. Rated for some sexual content, violence and language. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidence and I will not be held responsible! Thanks!
WARNING: WILL CONTAIN SLASH (male on male)!! Ye be warned
Author's Note: a blatant rip off of the Justin Nozuka song. I know. But I love it and it is just too perfect to not be done. Here we go. No worries though, this isn't a song-fic, cause…well I just hate them. . Cheers.
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There's something in his eyes. Something is wrong. I have to ask him. "Is everything alright?" He looks up to the sky. He's…longing. Longing for…something more.
He says nothing. "Give me your hand." I think I understand. I bid him follow me, and we walk. The Astronomy Tower is a little chilly, but neither of us mind. I don't want him to have to wish anymore. "Follow me and you won't ever have to wish again." He does until we stand alone in the center of that plinth.
I ask him how he feels. He shrugs. "Am I close? Tell me what to do."
He looks up, again, and the stars reflect in those brilliant eyes. God I love them. I kiss him. It's the only thing I know to do, and it seems like the right thing. Then he is kissing back and we slowly shed our clothes, basking and goose bumping in the chill. My touch is soft and I trace the delicate contours of his body.
"I can leave you satisfied," he whispers, and I nod. I know. I want him to.
He kisses me and it's perfect; we lie down, the cold stone on our warm bodies only serving to sharpen our arousal. I gasp when he touches me, his fingers are cold and I'm oh so warm.
All I know is that by the end of tonight, he won't have to look up at the stars. He is inside me, and we gasp in time, pushing one another higher and higher, way above the clouds. High above the stars we sail, and then through unknown black holes, and we don't know where we are. No one knows…
It's soft and hot and the stone is still cold and hard on my back, but I notice he's no longer looking at the stars.
"Come away with me" he whispers. "Just for tonight. No one will ever know."
"You don't have to hide," I reply. "You're free to fly."
He smiles. It is a thing of beauty.
I don't know if it's love, and I don't really care. Because he is looking at me now.
And I see the stars in his eyes, and smile back.
After tonight, he won't have to look at the stars again. And we return to Earth and put our clothes back on.
He takes my hand, and I know he's free. I never see him look at the stars again. After tonight.
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Author's Note: there it is. LOL, this took me like 5 minutes to write but I am immensely pleased with it. Tell me what you think (hint, hint)!! Lots of love. Cheers.