A/N: Holy crap, its been forever. My bad, guys. Sorry. No excuses this time. Just laziness. To make up for it there is a teaser in this chapter. Let me know what you think!
Also, thanks to all to all of those who reviewed.
And extra thanks to yummytimelord. I didn't use your suggestions for this chapter, because I already had it figured out, but they did give me ideas for future chapters.
Warning: This contains male/male action, you've been warned.
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Harry POV
I opened my eyes and rolled onto my side. Why did it have to be morning already? It was way to early to get up, in my opinion. Maybe I should just go back to sleep and skip my first class. It wouldn't be that bad.
But just as I had decided I should probably get up anyway I felt someone slide into bed behind me and I tensed as their arms wrapped around my waist. I tried turning to see who it was but they buried their face in my neck, breathing in deeply. Goose bumps rose on my skin as I tried harder to free myself from the grasp of my violator.
While struggling I finally saw the hair that was splayed over my shoulder. It was long, black and shinny. There was only one person I knew that had hair like that. . . .
I stopped my struggling, aware that the mouth on my neck was now coating me with kisses. Why was he here? Surely he wouldn't just show up without warning. But as he nipped the flesh on the side of my neck and sucked my earlobe into his mouth I found I didn't care. I rolled over as fast as I could and pressed my lips against his. Almost immediately his tongue licked my bottom lip and made its way into my mouth. And I was in heaven.
His tongue in my mouth. His hands in my hair. His body against mine. The obvious presence of his hard on digging into my hip. It was all so sudden and almost to much for me to handle all at once.
Pulling away for air I saw the look in his eyes. The mix of lust and need and something else I couldn't figure out, just made me want him more.
I ran my hands down his chest relishing the feel of him. He moaned loudly as my fingers brushed his nipples and I had to stop myself from coming right there. I stopped moving my hands when I got to the bulge in his pants and looked him in the eye.
His arms where still wrapped around me and he pulled me slightly closer staring right back.
He hissed as I ran one finger down his length and I smirking slightly knowing that for once I had as much power as he did.
"Can I?" I asked him, already knowing the answer.
He seemed beyond words as his eyes glazed over with want and all he did was nod. It was all I needed and squeezing him once tightly, causing him to moan even louder than before, I unbuttoned his pants.
I kissed him again, hard this time. Wanting. And as he kissed me back I slowly slid down his zipper. I felt his hand run over my own enclosed cock and whimpered into his mouth at such a small touch. Not wanting to delay the moment any longer I reached inside his pants and -
"Seriously, I'm sick of this! And people say I'm the hard one to wake up. I've been yelling at you for an hour!" Ron's voice cut through my thoughts and suddenly I was lying in bed. Sleepy. Without Severus.
What happened to Snape?!
The curtains around my bed were suddenly pulled back and Ron's gangly face came into view.
"Oh look! Signs of life!" He said sarcastically, "Come on, Harry. Hermione's already having a fit because she thinks we'll be late for breakfast."
It was a dream, I thought miserably, Of course it was a dream, but it still didn't stop me from feeling empty without him.
It didn't stop me from being hard as hell either.
"Alright I'll be down in a minuet." I said sleepily, "Just let me take a quick shower and we can go. Okay?"
"Sure. Just hurry." He left the dorm. Mostly likely to stop Hermione from freaking out too much.
Moaning I rolled out of bed and quickly grabbed some clean clothes. Making my way over to the bathroom, visions of the dream still danced in my head. But even more prominent were the thoughts of what would have happened if Ron hadn't interrupted.
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I plopped down at the Gryffindor table and just stared at the food. I couldn't stop thinking about Snape. And to be perfectly honest, it was getting very frustrating.
He was supposed to be the one with this problem. He was supposed to be the one who couldn't think of me without drooling. He was supposed to be the one who couldn't concentrate because he was to busy thinking about his fantasies. He was supposed to be the one who couldn't get me out of his head. He was supposed to be the one with the constant hard on.
"You okay Harry?"
I looked up and saw Hermione looking at me as if concerned. The only difference was the slight up turn of her mouth and the glint in her eyes. She knew exactly what was wrong.
"Peachy." I said with a grimace in her direction. She smiled back but tried to hide it behind her goblet as she took a drink.
"Hey guys! Guess what!" Said the over excited Seamus as he bounded over to where we were sitting.
"What?" Ron obeyed, just to please him.
Seamus was almost bouncing with joy. "I found this wicked cool curse. It makes people trip and fall over. Even if they could catch themselves the spell stops them from doing so. It's amazing! Check this out. . . ." And with that he turned and discreetly flicked his wand at a Slytherin that had just entered the hall. We all watched as the boy fell straight on his face, breaking the glasses he had been wearing in the process.
"Poor kid," I murmured, my compassion kicking in.
"HA! Yeah right. He was a Slytherin, Harry!" Said Ron with confusion. Oh no! He was looking at me weird. I needed an excuse.
"I just know what it's like to break your glasses. That's all." I lied quickly.
"Yeah, okay. I'll give him that." He said but it didn't sound like he meant it.
"That is a really cool curse Seamus," said Hermione, even though Seamus was scarcely listening. He had moved onto another group of people to tell about his spell.
I turned to her questioningly. "Really? You think that's a cool spell? I know you better than that, Hermione."
She smiled slightly, giving me a look of mischief. "Oh, I don't necessarily approve of the spell, no." She stole a sideways glance at Ron to see if he was paying any attention, but he was too busy talking with Dean who had just sat down next to him. "I just think it might be interesting to watch in some situations. For example if you used it on someone and then again on someone who was following them. That might turn out quite entertaining. Depending on who the people are."
Hermione was a genius.
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I found myself wondering what it would be like to be with Severus. Would his skin be as smooth as I think would? Would those graceful hands be soft and gentle or strong and powerful? Would he take it slow and easy or fast and rough?
I could picture myself being bent over and taken so thoroughly that I don't want to move for days. And it was a picture that I desperately wanted to make happen.
I wondered if he was adventurous. Would he be fine with bringing in toys? Would he mind a little role-playing? Would he like me tied up? Would he -
"Mr. Potter, that is the third time I have had to ask you to pay attention!" McGonagall's voice pulled me from my thoughts and I was embarrassed at loosing my train of though yet again. "I'm afraid I have no choice at this point but to give you detention. You will receive an owl at supper telling you where to be. Is that clear?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said ashamed.
Snape POV
To say I was disappointed was an understatement. I needed the help of a student to clean the storerooms that held all of the ingredients for my classes. It is truthfully a rather discussing task and I was going to assign it to the first student to get detention. However, the one day I needed someone to mess up it seems like no one would.
Now I was stuck with four very gross storerooms and no one to clean them. Perfect.
A knock interrupted my brooding and I was surprised to see McGonagall standing there when I opened the door.
"May I help you?" I tried to sound polite. But I didn't try very hard.
"Yes, Severus, you may." She didn't sound like she was trying very hard either. "You see I gave a student detention for tonight and then remembered that I have a meeting with Albus. I thought that you might possibly want to supervise his detention instead. I am aware that this is the night you usually clean the storerooms and figured you could use the help."
"Thank you, Minerva. That would be very helpful." I was actually quite surprised that she even remembered when I cleaned the storerooms, but I let it pass and was just thankful that I now had a student to help me.
She nodded and started to walk away but I stopped her by asking, "Which student is it?"
"Harry Potter." She said and kept walking.
Of course it was. . . .
Harry POV
I tried to level out my excitement as I practically ran down the hallway. I had been waiting for my detention sense I got the letter from McGonagall telling me that I would be having it with Snape. Sometimes things just workout too well.
Stopping at the door I took a couple deep breaths. It wouldn't do any good to show up all sweaty and out of breath. Then again. . . . No! Stop thinking like that! I told myself. I took one more big breath and knocked.
I entered when he told me to and had to do a double take. There he was. Severus Snape. But he wasn't wearing his usual robes. He was dressed in black pants and a black long sleeved shirt. His pants were just tight enough and his shirt hugged his torso perfectly. He saw me staring.
"Tonight we will be cleaning the storerooms. There are some highly unpleasant things that have been fermenting in there so you will want to remove your school robes before we begin."
I swallowed thickly as he turned around and walked over to his desk. I didn't think I really wanted to take my robes off right now. Seeing Snape dressed so differently was really affecting certain parts of me. However I did as he said.
He turned back around and looked me up and down. He seemed to appreciate what I was wearing too. I was dressed in tight blue jeans and a form fitting white shirt with quarter sleeves. I smiled as he continued to stare at me.
He seemed to snap out of it and said, "We'll start with the small one. It is the easiest and has the least dangerous ingredients in it."
I followed him across the room to a door that I had never been through before. I smiled when he opened it. The room had shelves on all sides. It was only wide enough for one person to stand in sideways and about seven feet deep.
"After you, Potter." I smiled wider.
I should just sit back and let opportunities present themselves more often.
Snape POV
God he was sexy. How was it that he always found a way to take his robes off while near me? He was going to drive me crazy before this year was over.
"We'll start with the small one." I said trying to focus again. "It is the easiest and has the least dangerous ingredients in it." Walking over to it I opened the door. I always forgot how small it was. We would have to stand right next to each other. I wondered if I had chose this one subconsciously,
"After you, Potter." I wanted him to go first so I would be closer to the door, so I could go get what I needed if he got hurt on something. But again I wondered if my subconscious was just giving me a chance to look at his ass as he walked through the door.
He smiled and went. I started to follow but as soon as he was inside he tripped and fell. I tried to stop but I lost my footing and fell as well. My hand had been on the door handle when I tripped and when I tried to catch myself I only succeeded in pulling the door shut behind us.
I couldn't breath. I was laying on the floor with Harry Potter underneath me. We were pressed together. My chest pressed against his back. My cock against his ass. We fit together perfectly. And damn he smelled good. I tried to get up but everywhere I put my hands I just touched another part of him. And to make things worse, he was wiggling around against me.
"Potter! Stop moving!" I said desperately. He stilled and I relaxed a little. But there was still nothing I could do. Every part of me was touching a part of him. It was making my head spin. Not that I wasn't happy about it. I was definitely happy. Certain parts of me were too happy in fact. I was surprised he hadn't started yelling and calling me a pervert yet. Since my hard as hell cock was pressed between his cheeks.
I sighed shakily and saw him shiver. He was probably afraid that I was mad at him I thought with a slight shake of my head. He shifted his weight a bit. It was a small movement but it felt great against me. Then he moved again and again. Each time the movement got bigger.
"What are you doing?" I asked him sharply.
"My arm is caught underneath me. I'm trying to get it out," he said matter-of-factly and I didn't know what to do. I couldn't tell him to stop, because I was sure it was painful, but I didn't want him to keep moving against me. Well actually I did. But if he didn't want me to molest him, then he was going to have to stop.
"I almost have it out. Hold on a second." Then he arched his back and pushed his ass against me hard. He was practically grinding against me! I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. My god, it was torture. And I wanted him to keep doing it.
"Got it," he said, laying back down into a normal position. "Sorry, sir."
I took a couple deep breaths trying to rein in my urges, "It's fine. Just try to be still while I figure out how to get us out of here."
Harry POV
Things worked out so perfectly. As soon as I felt him fall on top of me I started moving, shimmying against him and pushing my ass out toward him. I didn't know how much time we would be in this position and I wanted to make the most of it. The feel of his hands touching me all over told me he was trying to get up. I almost started laughing when his hands brushed my sides and tickled me. It just made me squirm more.
"Potter! Stop moving!" I did instantly. No matter how much I loved doing something I most certainly didn't want to make him mad. I knew he couldn't be too mad though. His cock pressing against me was enough to prove that. It felt so good, even if it was just sitting there. I could feel it pulsing slightly and it made my own hard on throb against the unforgiving stone floor.
He sighed against the back of my neck and it sent chills down my spine. I needed to move again. Sitting still with him pressed so tightly to me was going to drive me insane. I shifted slightly to test his reaction. When he said nothing I moved more. Then I did it again. Every time the action grew as I got braver.
"What are you doing?" He asked me sharply and I improvised by telling him that my arm was caught. In truth it was a bit, but I hadn't actually thought about it until that moment. However with that excuse it gave me a reason to go all out. I pushed up against him hard. Grinding my ass into him. It felt so good. I didn't want to stop. However it only took so long to get an arm unstuck.
"Got it," I said trying to steady my breathing. "Sorry, sir." No I wasn't.
I heard him take a few deep breaths and then he answered, "It's fine. Just try to be still while I figure out how to get us out of here."
He hardly needed to say it though for as soon as the words left his mouth we heard a knock on the potions room door.
I felt Snape give a sigh of relief before yelling, "Come in! We're behind the third door on the right wall!"
We heard footsteps and then the door opened. "What is going on in here?" McGonagall's voice invaded the little room. Great. She had to be the one to find us.
Snape was out of the room faster than I could believe. He crawled backwards pushing against me to get away. I bet he look totally undignified and I was sorry I couldn't see him do it. I got up and exited in a calmer matter.
McGonagall stood there and looked us both over and I was glad for both of our wardrobe choices in that instant. While it was true that both of us had been wearing tight pants, both of our shirts where long and loose enough to cover our erections.
When her inspection was over she turned to Snape specifically and said, "Albus would like you to be present in the meeting as well. Certain matters have come up that we need your help with. Would it be a problem if Potter was to spend the remainder of his detention with you after the weekend?"
I could see it in his eyes that, yes in fact it would be a problem if he had to spend another detention like that with me. I tried to suppress my grin.
"Not at all," he said stiffly. She smiled slightly at his discomfort (though I think she just though it was because he hated me) and left after thanking him.
When we were alone again he looked at me for a second looking slightly uncomfortable, before saying, "Be here at 8 o'clock on Monday."
"Yes, sir," I said and took that as my command to leave. As I walked by, however, I discreetly moved my shirt so that it was tight against me, outlining my, still mostly hard, cock. I watched as his eyes landed on it and then got wide. I heard his him swallow thickly and his breathing quicken as I picked up my stuff and left.
Once I was in the hallway I let my smile show. That sure would give him something to think about.
A/N: Well, there is it. Let me know what you think! And if you have any suggestions let me know about that too. I could definitely use the help. :)