Disclaimer: Wow, I just realized........I STILL don't own anything worth
any value. I even went Dumpster Diving! It was so fun! I-I mean.......just
never mind.
*Dark Tail* thanks for reviewing! And yes, tis weird. Its my work, what can one expect!? And look! I updated! Yay!
*Hirame* I updated! Woohoo! And thanks, I like different too! -.^ but there's no need to cry..so soon.later you'll need a tissue and a firm grip on your desk so you wont be blown away by what happenes in the fifth chapter!!!! Okay okay, I'm overacting, but its good, I hope! ^.^ *sigh*
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Harry got shivers down his spine when Sean began to actually rub his leg. For some reason, Harry felt a strange comfort from it. But he didn't want to. He looked up from his leg, to see Sean looking into Harry's eyes with his own, glassy and brown, which slowly began to get closer and closer.
Soon Harry had a close up look of Sean's closed eyes, which, Harry thought, where practically just as good as the open ones, for the simple fact that they where bound to open sometime, which made Harry think..... Why where they closed so tightly, why did Harry feel something in his mouth other than his own tongue, and why was Sean's hand riding a little too high!?
Harry opened his eyes that he didn't even realized had closed, and looked at reality; he was kissing Sean. HE was kissing Sean just as much as SEAN was kissing him, and he didn't know why he couldn't stop. Why Sean couldn't stop...at just kissing.
Sean slowly pulled the blanket down to Harry's feet. He felt the cold air on his legs and desperately craved heat, which was soon returned to him with the heat of Sean's body.
Sean suddenly stopped kissing him, and left the bed. Harry stared at him desperately, and wondered what he did wrong. Bus all Sean did was lock the door. Harry, for some reason, was eager to find out why it was so important that it be locked.
Sean returned to Harry, and began to untie his pajama pants. Harry was breathing hard from nerves, and still very chilly.
Sean went from kissing Harry's mouth and neck, to Harry's chest and stomach, which Harry didn't mind.
Soon Sean brought Harry's boxers to the floor next to the blankets, and then.... a knock at the door?
"Harry? Have you seen Sean, I wanted to ask him something about his library!" yelled Hermione from the other side of the door. Harry and Sean looked at each other.
The door opened, "Yes Hermione, what did you want to know?" asked Sean, as he pulled her down the hall with him. She peeked into the room, only to see Harry, still beneath blankets, as he had been all day... But something was different.
There was a pair of pajama pants at the foot of the bed that hadn't been there before, which caught Hermione's eye.
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A/N: sorry that the dirty was almost going down, but never happened yet!! Ha Ha sorry for making you hang! Muahaha!!!
*Dark Tail* thanks for reviewing! And yes, tis weird. Its my work, what can one expect!? And look! I updated! Yay!
*Hirame* I updated! Woohoo! And thanks, I like different too! -.^ but there's no need to cry..so soon.later you'll need a tissue and a firm grip on your desk so you wont be blown away by what happenes in the fifth chapter!!!! Okay okay, I'm overacting, but its good, I hope! ^.^ *sigh*
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Harry got shivers down his spine when Sean began to actually rub his leg. For some reason, Harry felt a strange comfort from it. But he didn't want to. He looked up from his leg, to see Sean looking into Harry's eyes with his own, glassy and brown, which slowly began to get closer and closer.
Soon Harry had a close up look of Sean's closed eyes, which, Harry thought, where practically just as good as the open ones, for the simple fact that they where bound to open sometime, which made Harry think..... Why where they closed so tightly, why did Harry feel something in his mouth other than his own tongue, and why was Sean's hand riding a little too high!?
Harry opened his eyes that he didn't even realized had closed, and looked at reality; he was kissing Sean. HE was kissing Sean just as much as SEAN was kissing him, and he didn't know why he couldn't stop. Why Sean couldn't stop...at just kissing.
Sean slowly pulled the blanket down to Harry's feet. He felt the cold air on his legs and desperately craved heat, which was soon returned to him with the heat of Sean's body.
Sean suddenly stopped kissing him, and left the bed. Harry stared at him desperately, and wondered what he did wrong. Bus all Sean did was lock the door. Harry, for some reason, was eager to find out why it was so important that it be locked.
Sean returned to Harry, and began to untie his pajama pants. Harry was breathing hard from nerves, and still very chilly.
Sean went from kissing Harry's mouth and neck, to Harry's chest and stomach, which Harry didn't mind.
Soon Sean brought Harry's boxers to the floor next to the blankets, and then.... a knock at the door?
"Harry? Have you seen Sean, I wanted to ask him something about his library!" yelled Hermione from the other side of the door. Harry and Sean looked at each other.
The door opened, "Yes Hermione, what did you want to know?" asked Sean, as he pulled her down the hall with him. She peeked into the room, only to see Harry, still beneath blankets, as he had been all day... But something was different.
There was a pair of pajama pants at the foot of the bed that hadn't been there before, which caught Hermione's eye.
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A/N: sorry that the dirty was almost going down, but never happened yet!! Ha Ha sorry for making you hang! Muahaha!!!