The next morning, Snape went to the kitchen and found Harry sitting at the table. He had something on the stove cooking and a pot of coffee on the table.
"Morning, Snape," Harry said, looking up from the Prophet. "I've got breakfast started and there's coffee on the table."
"Morning, Harry," Snape replied, sitting and taking a coffee cup. "Thank you."
After a couple moments, Harry set his paper aside to check the food. He smiled at the pan and plated the food. He set one plate in front of Snape and sat down next to him with his own. Snape looked at the plate and saw an array of colors and could smell an array of delicious aromas.
"Harry, this smells amazing," Snape said, before he picked up his fork.
"Thank you, Snape," Harry replied, digging into his food.
After the two men finished their breakfast, Harry left for work. Snape had some things he needed to get done in his room, so he used his day working on those things.
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Harry returned home after a day at work to the smell of a meal being cooked. He was intrigued by this, and he went to the kitchen. He was impressed by the smell and look of the meal Snape had made.
"Good evening, Harry," Snape said, glancing up from the pot he was stirring.
"Hello, Snape," Harry said, sitting at the table. "This all smells and looks delicious."
The two men ate their dinner, occasionally talking about this or that. After twenty minutes and two helpings later, Snape magicked the dishes to do themselves and led Harry into the living room. He and Harry sat on the couch.
"How has work been treating you, Harry?" Snape asked, reaching over into the liquor cabinet and grabbing a bottle of Firewhiskey. He also grabbed two glasses and poured a small amount of the liquor into each glass.
"It's been hell as usual," Harry said, taking a glass from Snape and sipping the liquid. "Kingsley continues to insist that I do this thing that day and that thing this day. I'm really getting tired of being the goddamned whipping boy for the Ministry."
"Well, why don't you quit?" Snape asked, sipping his liquor as well. "Tell Kingsley that you're done being the poster boy and whipping post for everything that he's trying to do."
"If I quit, I become public enemy number one," Harry replied, downing his Firewhiskey and shuddering at the sensation in his throat. "Kingsley wants me to stay put and be a good little employee as long as he sees fit. Everything has to be his vision of perfect or nothing is good enough." He reached over and poured more liquor into his glass. He swirled it around his glass as he looked at it.
"I'm sorry, Harry," Snape said, pouring more liquor into his now empty glass. He, too, swirled the liquid in his glass as he sat with Harry. "I really don't like Kingsley, but the public seems to support him in everything that he's done. As far as they know, he's successfully captured all the rogue death eaters and supporters of Voldemort."
"Yeah, well, he's turned into Fudge all over again," Harry said, sighing afterwards. "He's beginning to get that power hungry paranoia that Fudge had when Dumbledore and I tried to tell him that Voldemort was back. He's doing things that are incredibly ridiculous."
"I see," Snape said, setting his glass on the table. "He's becoming everything that everyone wants him to be instead of sticking to his morals and values. The exact problem that Cornelius had. The tragic flaw of the post of Minister of Magic."
"You said it, Snape," Harry slurred, having downed his second glass of Firewhiskey. He knew he was a lightweight when it came to alcohol, but that had never stopped him before. He again reached for the bottle of liquor and poured a good amount into his glass.
"I think that's enough, Harry," Snape said, taking the bottle from the younger man. He put the cover on the bottle and put it back into the liquor cabinet.
"Come on, Snape," Harry slurred, "tomorrow's Saturday, and I don't have to go into work. Lemme have some fun."
"Harry, you've had enough," Snape said, taking the glass from Harry's hand. He was instantly shocked as Harry leapt at him as he set the glass on the table. He was knocked back onto the couch and pinned down by the younger man.
There was a fire in Harry's eyes, and Snape had no idea what it meant. Suddenly, Snape felt lips against his, and his body stiffened. Harry was drunk and kissing him. Kissing him. He felt hands move through his hair as Harry's lips continued to move against his unresponsive ones. He wanted to push the younger man off of him, but he felt his body begin to respond to the young man. His eyes began to close as he started responding to Harry's eager lips.
Harry began nipping at Snape's bottom lip, asking for entrance. He opened his lips slightly, allowing Harry entrance. He was surprised by the taste of Harry's tongue mingled with the lingering Firewhiskey in his mouth, but Snape gently sucked on the younger man's tongue. The two remained locked in the kiss for a few more moments, before Snape was snapped back to reality by Harry's hands traveling down his chest. He gently moved Harry away from him, regretfully breaking the kiss.
"Harry, we shouldn't do this," Snape whispered, his voice rendered almost useless as he felt Harry begin kissing his neck. "I'm much to old for you."
"But, Snape, I want you," Harry muttered, his words muffled by Snape's neck. He continued to kiss Snape's neck, his hands beginning to travel downward again. He felt Snape stiffen below him, but that did not deter him from his goal. His hands continued to slowly move down Snape's chest, his fingers memorizing every dip in the muscle beneath his shirt.
"Harry, you need to stop," Snape attempted to say more forcefully, but he found himself again whispering.
"Snape, I want you, so bad," Harry said, his hand hitting the spot he was slowly moving towards. He could feel his own cock harden as he felt the hardness beneath Snape's trousers. "Oh yeah..."
"Harry, no," Snape said, after recovering from the shudders he felt from the contact Harry made with his clothed cock. "Stop."
"Snape..." Harry whined, gripping Snape's hardness again, drawing a constricted groan from the older man. He wanted to see the cock he was fondling through Snape's trousers, and would stop at nothing to achieve that goal.
"God, Harry, we shouldn't do this," Snape managed, between stifled groans. He didn't want the other man to know how much he was truly enjoying the treatment he was receiving. His hands slowly moved to the younger man's shirt, gently pulling the hem up, revealing slightly tanned flesh. His cock got harder as he felt Harry's own hardness pressing into his leg. He groaned as his cock painfully pressed against the restraining articles of clothing.
"Snape, just relax," Harry murmured, his hands moving to Snape's belt and trousers. He swiftly undid the belt and unbuttoned the pants. He planted a quick kiss on Snape's lips before moving himself down to kneel between the other man's legs as he unzipped Snape's pants. Against his better judgment, Snape lifted his hips and allowed Harry to slowly remove his trousers.
"Ah fuck," Snape groaned as he felt his cock spring up into the cool air. He groaned as Harry's hand encircled his hardness, holding it in place. He laid his head back on the couch and closed his eyes, enjoying the gentleness of Harry's touch.
"It's beautiful, Snape," Harry said, transfixed by the hardness in his hand. He had been with a few guys in school, but none of them had been this large, length or girth. His hand began making slow movements over the flesh in his hand, and his own cock began straining uncomfortably against his jeans. He could hear Snape's breathing become labored as his cock began leaking precum.
"Oh shit, Harry," Snape groaned, his hips starting to buck gently as he neared his climax. Harry's slightly calloused, gentle hand on his cock was more than he found he could handle for much longer. He reached out and started moving Harry's face closer to his cock.
"Here it goes," Harry mumbled before taking Snape's head into his mouth. Harry began moving his tongue around it, finding the taste to be somewhat pleasant. His hand continued to pump Snape's cock, quickly bringing Harry his prize. He was startled by the first spurt, but quickly began swallowing as much as he could. Snape's hips continued to buck as he emptied his load into Harry's eager mouth.
"Fucking hell," Snape said, between heavy breaths. "That was fucking amazing, Harry." He felt completely spent as Harry gently licked him clean and started to pull his trousers back up for him.
Harry slowly moved to sit next to Snape on the couch, leaning over slightly to kiss the older man again. Snape responded quickly this time, nibbling on Harry's bottom lip gently. When Harry allowed him entrance, Snape relished in the taste of his seed mingling with Harry's slightly sweet taste. He slowly moved to pin Harry to the couch, much as the younger man had done to him earlier.
Snape's hands began gently exploring the torso before him as he slowly moved from the kiss to begin kissing Harry's neck. At this, Harry gasped, his neck being more sensitive than most. He writhed a bit beneath Snape, his neck getting more sensitive as each kiss was placed on it. As he writhed, his shirt began to slip upwards, exposing his stomach to Snape's hands.
"Harry, are you sure you want this to continue?" Snape whispered to him. He was answered by the vigorous nodding of Harry's head. His eyes were closed and there was a subtle noise coming from the younger man's throat. As Snape's hands traveled further down Harry's body, the noise became louder, becoming a loud groan as Snape's hand grasped Harry's hardened cock through his jeans.
"Shit, Snape," Harry said, his hips bucking into Snape's hand. Snape deftly undid Harry's belt and unbuttoned his jeans. He then placed a lingering kiss on Harry's lips before kneeling between the younger man's legs. He unzipped the jeans as he gently lifted Harry's hips enough to slip his jeans low enough to free Harry's cock from the material.
"Fuck," Harry groaned, as he felt Snape's calloused hand encircle his cock. Snape's hand moved skillfully along his hardness, drawing the sounds he was looking for from the younger man in front of him. He continued pumping Harry's cock as he slowly moved his head closer, his breath hitting Harry's hardness. As he saw the precum starting to leak from Harry's tip, he slipped the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it skillfully. He heard Harry's groans get louder, and was soon rewarded for his work. Harry began emptying himself into Snape's mouth, and Snape swallowed every drop. He continued to pump his hand along Harry's cock, milking everything he could from it. When he felt it begin to soften, he licked Harry clean and pulled his jeans back up.
"Shit," Harry exhaled, his breathing labored. "Where'd you learn to suck cock like that?"
"That's a secret," Snape said, moving to sit next to Harry. He leaned over and was pulled into an intense kiss. Harry entered his mouth, and Snape found that he enjoyed the mingled taste of himself on Harry's tongue and Harry's taste on his. Harry noticed the same thing, and the two men continued to kiss for a short while.
"Snape, I think there's something I really need to tell you," Harry said, after breaking the kiss and laying his head on Snape's shoulder.
"What's that, Harry?" Snape asked, placing his arm around Harry.
"I, um. Uh, I, um," Harry said, stumbling over his words. "I think I may have started falling for you over these last couple of months." He shrunk into himself, slipping from under Snape's arm.
"I have to say that the feeling is returned, Harry," Snape said, pulling Harry to him. He held the younger man to him gently, rubbing his back lightly.
"Really?" Harry asked, looking up at the older man.
"Really, Harry," Snape said, smiling to him. "I was hesitant to do anything physical with you for fear of losing the only friend I have ever made on my own. I didn't want to jeopardize anything that could have been between us."
"I think I'm going to go to bed, Snape," Harry said, smiling to the other man. "You're more than welcome to join me if you'd like, but I'm starting to feel the other effects alcohol has on me."
"I think I will join you tonight," Snape replied, standing up and gently helping Harry up.
They made their way to Harry's room, where Harry changed into his pajamas and Snape undressed to his boxers. The two men got into bed. Harry snuggled up to Snape's side, and Snape slipped an arm around the other man.
The two drifted into a comfortable sleep.
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A/N: Read and review.
--kd