Chapter Five

Deeply Fascinated

Harry and Severus laid there on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The boy sighed, but he didn't say anything. The man was a little worried.

"I... didn't hurt you did I?"

Harry turned around and looked at him sternly.

"You did. My arse hurts."

"Ah..."

Harry smiled and sighed again.

Knowing there isn't really anything to say, Severus didn't try. He held Harry close to him. The boy snuggled beside the man and fell asleep. Severus couldn't help himself but sigh with him, then he shut his eyes soon after.

The next day, Harry woke up in the cold morning light. He looked at the man next to him who slept in such a peace that seemed undisturbed by world's vulgar ways. His head shifted, then a strand of black hair fell in his face. The boy felt as if his heart had skipped a beat. The man had been beautiful ever since Harry first heard his music on the frosty sidewalk. There was something haunting and romantic from the way he moved, spoke, and played the piano. The man gave him sweaty palms, and the boy felt deeply fascinated by his ache and passion. There was no need of getting to know him better. For Harry fully understood, the moment the man opened the door, his dreams were found. He smiled and looked down, only to see his own penis half erected from under the sheets.

"Ah!"

He realized he needed a shower.

Severus woke up to the sound of running water. He sat up in bed and blinked his eyes a few times. When he awoke completely, he wiped his face and laughed a little. No one has ever made him this feel so reckless before. What was he thinking? It wasn't like him, doing something this. One can hardly call that encounter as an encounter, it was more of a strange meeting of awkward intentions. He barely knew the boy, yet he stayed for the night and they had sex with each other. But somewhere deep in his soul, he knew it was something he had been looking for all his life. The feelings he found in playing music, materialized into a dark haired, green eyed boy. The boy had a quiet passion about him that made the man feel slightly mad.

Severus put on his robes and walked to the outside room. He opened the lone window by the piano, and he felt the blast of cold air coming in. Severus sat down and began to play. He didn't know what he played, but he knew if felt good.

The boy had gotten out of the long shower, but he didn't have anything to wear. He walked out of the steamy bath into the freezing bedroom with his body still wet. The boy held his hands under his armpits and shivered. He stuck his head through the bedroom doorway.

"Severus? Do you have anything I can possibly put on?"

The man looked up from his work, and his heart ached at the sight. The boy was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. His dark messy hair was slightly curly, and looked darker than usual as it was wet. His body was lean and toned, and there was a trail of dark hair leading down to the towel wrapped around his waist. The boy's green eyes looked at the man shyly. The man answered while trying his best not to look.

"Yes, I do. I have another robe in the closet. I'll get it for you." He walked to his bedroom, and pulled out a cotton robe for Harry from his paint peeled closet. His back was turned to the boy while he changed. Then the man spoke in a quiet and sorrowful voice.

"Harry... please stay."

The boy looked up as he dried his hair with a towel.

"Stay for the day, will you?"

Harry frowned slightly as he went behind Severus and wrapped his arms around him.

"I wasn't going anywhere you know..."

The man held the boy's hands and did not say a word.