THINKING OF YOU
Rating: R Pairing: Harry/Sirius pre-slash Warning: OotP Spoliers! Author's Notes: This is part one of a series of drabbles that will probably blend into a longer story at some point in the future. It answers to the weekly dictionary challenges on the Canis Major Yahoogroup. This week's word: fomentation
Thank you to my betas QueenC and Charlotte!
Harry swore under his breath. He had no idea how his dream could have caused injuries in real life. But here he was sitting in the bathroom, tending to the small cuts he had on his face and arms. The only conclusion he had come to when he had woken up with them this morning was a freak conclusion. The little shards of glass he dreamt about last night caused his injuries. After all, who had ever heard of a dream transcending into reality?
Even such a weird dream like the one he had had. He had recognised the form of the little statue as one of the Cwn Annwn, hounds of the underworld. During his studies about rituals to contact Sirius, he had come across them and the white, red-eared dogs were unmistakable.
His mind wandered back to this strange dream, trying to decipher what it meant. Perhaps Sirius' face as the face of the dog meant to indicate that Sirius was unrecoverably lost? But what about the strange message? 'I will come for you.' He couldn't make any sense of that. Did it mean that Sirius would contact him, not the other way around? Or was it something darker, like the Cwn Annwn visiting him but that would mean he was going to die. Not a very reassuring thought.
He didn't want to die, but at the same time, he also had to keep trying to reach Sirius. He didn't really know what was spurring him on so much, but he just couldn't stop. He had a feeling that somewhere he would still be able to reach his godfather and he couldn't shake that feeling, no matter how much he tried.
His godfather, the man who was like family to him, more than his 'real' family had ever been. So many times did he wish that he could be back with him over Christmas or last summer, when they finally had had a chance to get to know each other better?
But thoughts about Sirius didn't only bring wishes of a family to him; there was also a certain part of his anatomy that found the thought of his black-haired and attractive godfather very interesting. He was slowly starting to accept that he couldn't really deny this and probably couldn't also deny the possibility that he liked guys as well as girls.
Whenever he thought about it without a haze of lust to distract him, the thought still made him quite queasy. But lust was definitely what he was feeling at the moment. Without his consent, his cock had sprung up and had decided that he didn't want to be ignored anymore. Harry made sure that the bathroom door was looked before he got rid of his shorts and sat down.
He took his cock into his hand, concentrating on finishing quickly as he knew that his cousin would wake up soon. A few quick strokes and thoughts about Sirius in several lewd positions had him thrusting his hips quickly. He came a few moments later and after a moment to gather his breath, he cleaned up and left the room, as if he hadn't just fantasised about his dead godfather while jerking off. Talking Drabbles