Usual disclaimers apply- if you recognize it, it's not mine...
He awoke with a start: he could feel the bed moving slightly. He kept his eyes closed, his instincts in control. He needed more information; he would try to figure out where he was and who else was with him before choosing how to proceed.
He smelled something…familiar. Sweet. And a hint of musky, earthy…? There was hardly any noise, but he heard a faint rustling of cloth. Though his eyes were closed, there was too much ambient light to be anything but morning. Severus did a quick body scan; he knew that he wasn't injured, but he could feel a mild soreness setting into his body. His mouth was horribly dry. He was laying on his side with his face close to something solid, he could tell by the warmth he felt on his cheeks every time he exhaled. His arm…his arm was laying on something vaguely warm. He felt like he was laying on something actually quite comfortable…
If he'd been found out and captured, well, he certainly had imagined that it would have been a lot worse than whatever was going on now, that was for certain. His head throbbed horribly; now that he had ascertained that he didn't seem to be in any immediate danger, his burst of adrenaline had faded enough for the thudding pain in his head to become momentarily overwhelming.
As he gently clamped down on his pained, scattered mind, rational thought began to reassert itself. He was very familiar with this particular feeling in his head. This was his You-Drank-Too Much-Firewhisky-You-Dolt Hangover Headache. Otherwise known as Saturday Morning. And most Sunday Mornings, if he was being honest with himself.
An image of a Firewhisky bottle flashed though his mind, causing his alcohol addled brain to immediately recall his dreams of drinking and kissing and sex. And, just as quickly, realize that the wet dream of teenagers had not been a wet dream. He had really done those things with- yes. It made sense now, the smell of her hair as it brushed against his cheeks while he was kissing her. His arm… mmmmmmmm… I could get use to this- his arm currently rested atop Harry Fucking Potter. A sliver of a moment of clarity-
There were two people with him.
In bed.
In his bed, where he slept.
Where they had all slept.
Together.
After they had…
No, he couldn't think of that, he couldn't afford to-
Severus shifted his hips unconsciously, too groggy to realize that he'd just ground his burgeoning erection into Harry's backside.
Gods, he wanted to fuck that ass…
Wait. What did I just do? Fuck. FUCK! He froze. If he thought about it, he knew that pretending to be asleep wasn't a lasting solution to the problem at hand and that at some point he would have to say something, do something- do things…- other than close his eyes tighter.
"And good morning to you too, Severus," Harry said coyly to the man as he removed his lips from Ginny's pale flesh.
Severus was horrified when Potter wiggled his ass and scooted closer, pressing against Severus' now fully erect manhood. Worse, they were both naked, apparently. And- Ooohhhhhhh- and worst of all, it felt so good… Snape cringed when he caught himself grinding against the man again, but, shamed as he was- mmmmmmmmmm…- he couldn't quite bring himself to- emmmmmph- stop.
To get up.
Leave.
Go to the bathroom.
Yell!
Whatever you do, don't..
"Somebody's up for trouble this morning, huh?" Harry asked with pure amusement as he reached his arm back over Severus and began massaging his ass and pushing, urging Severus to continue grinding and thrusting at his backside. Harry grunted and then began kissing Ginny, soft sounds of their affections hanging in the air. Severus took in a large breath and moaned, grinding again as he opened his eyes for the first time. The sight of Harry's tanned skin so close to his face made him gasp and recoil.
As he threw himself backward, a few powerful throbs of pain broke through his mental blocks, making the man wince sharply and press a palm to his forehead.
"Severus," Ginny scolded, "Don't you know? That's Harry's trademark headache, you can't use it without permission!" He dared a look, and yes, she was looking every bit as gleeful at her remark as she had sounded.
And suddenly he was fully awake and fully aware. He was in bed with two teenagers- students- and they were all of them were naked. and he had an erection. The entire situation flew into sharp focus. He was awake.
Hey, guys- thanks for reading! I know this chapter's pretty short, but did I have any other choice? It had to stop here! lol I'm working on the next chapter already, but there is one thing you can do...REVIEW! Your comments really help motivate me to keep writing!
