Severus
Severus should feel ashamed of himself, masterbating in the bathroom of someone else's house, picturing that person fucking him, but he can't help it. He needs it.
He is ashamed, actually. But he's ashamed of plenty of things he does. That doesn't stop him.
Neither does the knowledge that due to this aversion to magic, there's no silencing charm between him and Potter. The Boy Who Lived- man, really- could hear him, moaning and gasping like a bitch in heat. It's a humiliating, filthy, degrading idea, and it's as arousing as it is terrible.
Severus strokes his cock. Bright green eyes and stupid glasses. He fingers his balls. Plump lips. He teases his slit with his fingertip. Fucking sexy toned chest and strong arms. He gently fucks himself with his finger. Gorgeous, beautiful arse on a broomstick.
Moaning, Severus can only imagine what a cheeky tease and yet strong, dominant man Harry must be in the bedroom.
"Oh, Harry!"
Arching his back, Severus shoots ribbons of cum into the toilet, feeling filthy, debauched, and utterly hungry for more.
Harry
That's an idea. Harry's always felt like the proper way isn't the only way to do things, and the professor on his couch isn't getting any better.
He doesn't have a game for another week anyway.
"Okay, Professor, here goes," Harry murmurs, placing his two hands on Snape's chest. He's so glad Snape is sleeping right now, or he'd already be hexed across the room.
Snape has been super quiet, almost painfully so, in that he pretty much doesn't speak except when Harry talks first, and then it seems his only objective is to end the conversation as quickly and insultingly as possible.
And yet, he doesn't seem like a horrible guy. An ungrateful bastard, sure, but not evil or horrifying.
He wants to heal Snape. He feels dark, antagonistic tendrils that are definitely not Snape.
He pulls.
Severus
Severus wakes up with no headache and a very much asleep Harry Potter lying on top of him.
His first thought is that the two are connected.
He wishes he could lie with Potter entangled with him forever, with those firm muscles pressed against his own frail body, those beautiful eyes fluttering open…
"Uh. Er- hullo?" Potter's voice is rough and tired and deeper than it has any business to be when he's just woken up. Potter blinks up at Severus.
It's adorable.
Severus smiles humorlessly at the symmetry as he hands Potter a glass of water.
"It hurts," Potter whines reproachfully, as though he's not a grown man.
Severus scowls down at him. Potter is too manly to be a child anymore. "What, exactly, hurts, Potter?"
Potter just swallows thickly before looking up at Severus. "Me." Helpful. So very, very helpful. Severus doesn't say it, though, because of the look Potter's giving him.
Trust. The way Potter's eyes blinking up with no reserves. He fights the urge to fiddle nervously with his sleeve. "Potter. What did you do?" Severus is quite proud of how cold he can sound while handing the love of his life apple slices as though he's a house elf.
Potter has the presence of mind to at least look a bit abashed. "I pulled the sick from you."
"How?" Severus sneers.
"I- I dunno. I just wanted to heal you. You know. I thought I want to heal Snape and then I felt this- this thing in you and I pulled it into me instead." Potter shrugs helplessly and the raises his eyebrows as Severus' incredulous look.
Of bloody course he did. Severus shouldn't be surprised. "For Merlin's sake, Potter, why would you do that?"
"To heal you."
"But then you contracted my sickness, so it was more of a transfer than true healing."
"I know that, Professor, but you were sick!" Severus opens his mouth to interject, why would you care? but Potter continues, "Could you maybe figure out a potion?"
Harry
"It's tentative," Snape had told Harry, "There's no guarantee, seeing as we have yet to see the final product, and-" Snape had been fiddling with his cuff, so Harry cut him off right there.
"You'll find something." Harry smiled. Snape snapped his mouth closed and left the room, but Harry noticed the corners of Snape's mouth quirk up just a little.
Harry's noticed a lot, lately, about the Professor as he strides about the house, the most important being that he's rather a self conscious person. When he's nervous, he fiddles with his cuff or does something else with his hands.
When Snape is almost about to smile- Harry is now determined to make him smile- he glares, growls something, declares Harry an idiot, or stomps out of the room.
When Harry smiles at Snape, he looks away, glares back with a little bit of rose in his cheeks, or looks blank. Sometimes he even seems a bit surprised.
The biggest thing Harry's noticed, though, is that Snape is often looking at him. Harry will turn his head and Snape will be gazing at him with this expression on his face- but Harry can't tell what it is because the man turns his eyes away too fast or glares.
Even bigger- Harry's noticed he wants Snape to believe he can smile, to not be surprised when he gets smiled at, to not feel the need to lock himself in a shell all the time. Harry maybe even wants more. Like friends. Yes, that's a good idea.
They should be friends.
"Potter." Snape is standing on the rug right next to the bed.
"Harry," Harry offers again. Each time, Snape has blinked and ignored him or outright refused. Maybe Harry should be pushier.
"The potion should be ready by tomorrow. In the meantime I suggest you rest and at least make an attempt not to thrash off the bed… Potter!" Harry doesn't respond, closing his eyes as if Snape wasn't there, fighting a smile. "Potter, are you listening to me? Potter. Potter! Potter!"
Harry can't help it. He cracks a smile. Snape falls silent.
"...Potter." Harry doesn't move. "..." Harry waits. "...Harry?" Who knew Severus could sound so shy?
Harry's eyes pop open, and he grins cheekily up at Snape. "Yes Professor?"
Snape glares, speaking through gritted teeth. "Rest. Don't fall off the bed again."
Harry smiles widely. "Yes sir!" He laughs as Snape blinks blanky in response.
Snape stays standing there, and Harry raises his eyebrows in question. Snape's fingers tug gently on the cuff of his robes. That's cute.
It's happened a lot, actually, and Harry's thinking that he might be bent, or at least partially.
But then there's Ginny…
"If you have any needs that you need assistance in attending to, I…" Snape is glaring at the headboard above Harry's head as if it stole the rest of his sentence and taps his fingers together.
"Professor." Snape turns his eyes back to Harry, and Harry smiles at him warmly. "Thank you. For everything you're doing." Snape's eyes widen just the tiniest bit and- is that color inching onto his cheeks? "And everything you already did." Oh god, that just might be a blush.
"Just repaying you the care that you are due, Potter."
Oh. Ouch.
