A/N Don't forget to read Chapter 3! I posted two chapters today :) As always hope you enjoy.
Severus Snape did not see the point to starting the school year on a Friday. The tradition of classes beginning September second was impractical. Why didn't it begin the first Monday of September? It was one of the many things he'd never understand about Hogwarts.
Other than the inconvenience of the current day of the week, his first day back was satisfactory. He had performed all of the tasks expected of him. Going to classes, putting in face time with the appropriate purebloods, and organizing his study schedule for NEWT preparation.
All was going as well as could be expected. Now that he had given up all hope of reconciling with Lily, he could focus on more important things, like his future. Currently he was consumed with networking with peers, who were high standing in the Dark Lord's circle. Also debating on whether or not to pursue a mastery after graduation, and diligently avoiding Black's gang.
He was currently walking to the library. Hoping to check out a few books on Potions-Mastery Courses. He rounded the corner on the second floor and was walking towards the stairs, when he heard a loud raspberry being blown behind him.
He jumped at the noise and turned around, only to see Peeves fly towards him cackling. The Poltergeist halted, hovering in front of him still laughing.
"Ooo- Ooo- What fun! A snotty swotty Slytherin." Snape glared at the spirit, but otherwise ignored the insults. He sidestepped Peeves and continued his journey to the library. Peeves zoomed away and Severus thought he was gone for good, when suddenly his vision went black as a wastepaper basket was dropped on his head.
Peeves was squawking with glee as Severus struggled to remove the basket. "Snivelly I didn't know you were such a BASKET CASE!" Severus threw the basket on the floor and cast Peeves a nasty look.
"Get out of here you insufferable pest! I have better things to do today than dealing with nonsense!"
"You would? You would? But I thought you were always dealing with NOSEsense!" Peeves swooped up to his face and pinched his nose hard. Severus made an angry noise and waved his hands at the specter.
"You great bloody NUISANCE! This is an institution of LEARNING! They should have you locked up!"
Peeves adopted a faux hurt expression. And he continued hovering upside down, in front of Snape's face. "Locked up?! LOCKED UP?!"
"Just go awa- HEY!" Peeves pushed Severus hard knocking him into a broom closet and shutting the door. Snape could hear his laughter through the walls. Peeves threw a final taunt, "Think about locking people up now why don't you!" and with that the cackling became progressively quieter as he rocketed away.
Snape whipped out his wand, "Alohomora!" but unfortunately the door did not respond. And so he was reduced to trying every charm and Muggle lock picking technique he knew to get out of the cupboard.
Hours had past and he was beginning to get a headache from the overwhelming smell of Mrs Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover. Finally he managed to unlock the door. It was past curfew so he hoped he wouldn't run into Filch on his way back to the dungeons. He opened the door slowly and peeked out to ensure he wouldn't be caught. But as luck would have it the hallway was indeed occupied.
Right across from the closet was Sirius Black and Priscilla Macmillan snogging against the wall. His eyes widened as he watched Priscilla's splayed fingers push up Sirius' shirt revealing toned back muscles, and low hanging trousers, and a V shape leading down to his firm… he hurriedly shut the door, trying to get his rapid heartbeat under control.
What luck. The first day of classes and he had already been locked in a cupboard for hours, had his studying plans foiled, and was now being tortured. The only thing separating him from a real life enactment of his wanking fantasies was a bloody door. There was no way he could leave without Black seeing him, his only choice was to wait until they… gulp… finished.
Through the walls he heard Priscilla moan. What was going on out there? Was Black fucking her? Did he have pants on? Did his ass look as sexy out of slacks as it did in them? Did it look sexier? He tried to block the images his mind was conjuring, but while attempting to occlude another moan came from the hallway.
Curses!
His heart was pounding in his chest. The closet seemed even smaller as the muffled moans and grunts invaded the space. His traitorous mind began to visualize possible scenarios happening outside and his cock stiffened. His recklessness increased with his arousal. Breathlessly he realized he needed to not just imagine, but see for himself.
Curse his Slytherin curiosity!
He reached a trembling hand to the doorknob and opened the door a crack. Slowly he leaned forward and pressed an eye to the opening.
His fantasies were nothing compared to this.
Black was right in front of the door, giving Severus an unrestricted view of his back and ass and thighs while blocking out the bothersome female form. The sight was spectacular. Black's slacks were around his ankles and his boxer briefs pushed down around his thighs.
His shirt was still on, but Priscilla (bless her) kept pushing it up. It was glorious, watching Priscilla's perfectly manicured nails rake up the shirt. As the cotton was pulled upwards, spine, taut lats, and shoulder blades were revealed leaving behind eight parallel scratches. And then the shirt would descend, covering Black's back once more until Priscilla repeated the process.
And his ass. Oh gods his ass. Severus thought he knew, given Black's penchant for wearing tight fitting trousers Severus believed he had a pretty good idea of how nice Black's ass was. Only now did he realize he had no clue whatsoever. It was in a word, perfect. It swelled so nicely from his muscular thighs and yet not so much to be considered round. It was tight, firm, defined.
Suddenly Black grabbed Priscilla, hoisting her legs to wrap around his hips and… and… and then they were fucking. Oh Merlin they were actually fucking. He could see Black's arms hold her up effortlessly as he pounded her into the wall. Priscilla's face just above his shoulder, eyes closed in the throes of ecstacy.
It was the final straw. Severus unzipped his slacks and began to pump his cock. He continued to watch the scene in a haze of pleasure. He imagined Black's hands gripping HIS ass like that, biting HIS neck like that, fucking HIS hole like that. If only he had a camera, or even better a Pensieve. He'd throw out all of his pathetic Department Store Underwear catalogues if he could wank to this every night. If Priscilla would move her stupidly female legs and arms and face out of the way, this would be perfect.
He was so close. He closed his eyes and leaned on the door. Just a few more seconds and he was going to cum all over the broom closet when suddenly…
"AHHHH! Sirius! Sirius oh my god someone is in there! Someone is watching us from the broom closet!"
Severus dropped his cock and looked up. Priscilla was staring directly at him.
He immediately shut and locked the door. Oh gods. He had been seen. How could he be so careless? What on earth possessed him to do such a thing? Fear overwhelmed his senses as he faced the reality of his situation. The broom cupboard was cramped, warm, and thick with the scent of cleaning potions. Never before had he felt so much like a rat caught in a trap.
He pressed his ear to the door, hoping to hear their conversation. Maybe they would both leave. Oh Merlin let them leave and not investigate. The sounds were muffled and he could barely hear anything out of their conversations.
"…who….see?"
"Didn't… couldn't see… face… don't know who… go…"
He grimaced. This was hopeless. But suddenly he heard footsteps walking away! Perhaps they were leaving. Perhaps he was safe after all. No sooner had he thought this than the broom cupboard door was violently thrown open. And a disheveled Sirius Black was standing in the doorframe glaring down at him. Priscilla was nowhere to be seen.
Severus had been in more perilous situations involving Black than he could count. But he had never been more terrified than this moment. Wide-eyed and knees knocking together he felt like a first year all over again. Shit.
After learning the identity of the peeping tom, Black's expression went from cross to livid.
"YOU!" he growled.
"I… I…" Severus was at a loss for words. He could usually hold his own against Black but what could he possibly say in this circumstance.
Sirius entered the closet. He pushed Snape up against the shelves causing some dustpans and feather dusters to clatter to the floor.
"You… You…I…You…" At least Black was about as articulate as he was, not that it was any consolation…
Black got ahold of himself first. His fingertips pressed harder into Snape's shoulders.
"Spying again Snape?! I would have thought by now you would have learned your lesson!"
Severus racked his brain for something witty to say, but couldn't come up with anything. Between the interrupted wank and the fear from Black's presence his adrenaline was pumping like mad.
"Say something you son of a bitch! What the fuck were you doing spying on Priscilla like that? You think just because Lily won't have you, you can watch other girls fuck as you please"
The shelving unit behind him pressed hard into Severus' back and neck as Black stepped closer. Oh no. Oh no no no no no. Black was so close. Just like the night Black tried to feed him to a werewolf. Snape wanted to say something disparaging but couldn't think of anything at all. All he could think of was Black's swollen lips. There was even a fading bite mark on his the bottom one from where Priscilla must have held it in her teeth.
"I told you to say something!" Sirius stepped one more step closer, crowding Snape with his body, and then Snape whimpered. He whimpered like a pathetic little girl. And he felt his cock begin to harden again, against Black's thigh.
Sirius jumped back as if he had been electrocuted. "Wha- what was- what was THAT?!" Severus felt his face get hot as Black stared at the erection straining his trousers.
"I-"
"Meow" Both boys' eyes widened as they heard the all too familiar sound of an approaching Mrs. Norris. Sirius jumped into the closet again and hastily shut the door. The two boys were pressed together as they listened for Filch.
It was dark in the closet and cramped. Soft moonlight filtered through the cracks around the doorframe. It was barely enough light for Severus to see the hybrid expression of disgust and horror etched into Black's features. They were pressed so close together because of this bloody cupboard. And with the proximity his cock was only getting harder. The combination of Black's body heat, masculine scent, and muscled physique was apparently an irresistible aphrodisiac.
Fed up with the confusing boner pressing into his thigh, Sirius grabbed Severus' shoulders and spun him around, trying to make as little noise as possible.
He bent down and hissed into Snape's ear, "FREAK!" Severus was about to make a retort when he heard footsteps and more mewling from the hallway. The two boys grew silent once more and realized this position was really no better than the last one, Sirius' crotch pressing into Snape's backside.
Severus shifted uncomfortably, moving against Sirius' body. And then he felt it. Sirius Black began to harden too. His breath hitched. Sirius Black's hard cock was pressing against his ass.
When the footsteps began to fade Snape whispered to Black, "You're one to talk Black, given you aren't exactly wilting in this circumstance."
He heard Sirius make an angry noise, but his erection remained pressing against him. Sirius dug his fingernails into Snape's shoulder whispered in his ear once more, "Don't get any ideas you fucking pervert. This is because of Priscilla."
When the footsteps completely faded Sirius hurriedly opened the door and leapt away from Snape. In the hallway Black shifted uncomfortably, his face a strange mix of fury, confusion, and revulsion. Severus' eyes travelled down Black's body and he quirked an eyebrow when he saw the bulge in Black's pants. Sirius' eyes went wide and he backed away from Snape, pressing his body against the wall that not even half an hour ago he had been fucking Priscilla Macmillan against.
"I'll… I'll…" Sirius gulped as he fought for words, "I'll get you Severus Snape." And with that he practically sprinted off into the direction of Gryffindor tower.
Severus was stunned. He slumped against the wall, needing to collect himself before returning to his dormitory. What the fuck was that?
A/N Yes yes yes. Boxer briefs weren't around in the 70s, but boxer briefs are objectively the best kind of male underwear, thus Sirius Black wears them in this fic! I mean, Bubba Sparxxx wasn't around in the 70s either, but we all know what was going though Snape's mind while looking at Sirius' fine ass! "I found you Ms. New Booty!" lol :P Reviews are appreciated!