ch 5
When Harry first woke, he thought it was because of the bright light shining on his closed eyes. Quickly though, he became aware of the hands carding slowly through his hair.
Memories of the night rushed back to him. Talking with Severus-when did he become Severus?- and coming home with the man, being taken by the him, taking him.
Unexpectedly, no regret came after the memories. Harry was glad he'd asked for the Sobering Potion. He knew that what he'd done might have begun out of a haze of lust, but he knew he wouldn't have gone through with it if that's all that it was. His cards were laid out on the table. It was Severus' move now.
Even as he came to that conclusion, he realised the fingers in his hair had stopped moving. "Have you awoken, Harry?"
Harry grinned where he lay with his face buried in Severus' chest. The man had called him by his given name, not "Mr. Potter" any longer. Maybe he didn't regret it either.
Still smiling, Harry propped himself up on his elbow, facing his bed-mate. "Yeah, I reckon I have."
"I've somewhere to be this morning." Severus informed him, matter-of-factly.
A flash of rejection ripped through Harry, and his smile fell off his face even as he recoiled. "Have somewhere to be?" He spit out. Was he being kicked out?
Severus' eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He'd been basking in his contentment when he woke up this morning, and he had thought Harry had been as well. So what was happening? "Yes," he began slowly, "I've a previous engagement."
"Then I suppose you're wanting me to get lost, right?" Harry sneered as he tried to roll off the edge of the bed. "Whoever he is, I'd say he was lucky, but," his feet landed on the floor, and he spun around to face Severus, regardless of the scars across his face, "seeing as you spent the night cheating on him, I-"
Severus' mask of confusion dropped as he realised that Harry thought he'd meant he was engaged, and it was quickly replaced by thunderous rage. He cut Harry off mid-sentence, pulling him back onto the bed by his arm.
Harry felt a twinge of pain in his backside and he winced, but Severus' angry face was right in front of his, and the pain of his body was no match for the pain strangling his chest.
"You would think such a thing of me!" Severus shouted.
"Well-I-you said-" Harry spluttered, trying to think of where he'd gone wrong.
"You foolish man!" Severus flung Harry's arm back, but Harry was already sprawled across the bed.
"What am I supposed to think when you tell me you prefer the company of men and the next day you're kicking me out of bed because you 'have an engagement'!" Harry retorted, feeling humiliating and angry.
"Before you I'd not even bedded a man, and I said 'a previous engagement'! I've a meeting with McGonagall this morning. You dare think something so low of me!"
"You hadn't…" Harry trailed off. "But you said..?"
"Even you did not have to lie with young Mr. Weasley to know your preferences." Severus nearly whispered.
"But that means I was your…"
"First, yes." Severus turned his face away, shame colouring his cheeks. As he wasn't watching, he didn't see Harry's smile return, albeit faintly.
He reached out with hesitant fingers, turning Severus to face him as he had the night before. Somehow, it was just as intimate as when he'd done last night. "I'm sorry." He whispered, "I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I'm sorry." He placed a soft, chaste kiss against Severus' lips before he made to remove himself from the bed once more. "I suppose you've to be on your way then."
Once more, Severus held him by the arm, this time pulling softly to turn him back. "I've a while yet," he offered.
"Oh?"
"Besides, I suppose you'll be wanting a shower before you go?"
Wondering at why Severus seemed timid all of a sudden, Harry nodded, "That'd be great. Thanks."
Severus' eyebrows knit together at the formalness for a moment before he realised Harry had not picked up on his offering. "There's only one," he clarified.
"We can take turns, I guess. I don't mind-oh. There's only one?" He repeated in a choked voice. "I suppose we can make that work." He tried and failed for nonchalance.
Severus lips tilted up at the sides. "Yes, I suppose we can. Shall we?"
Harry simply nodded, but he didn't move right away as Severus got up from the bed. He watched the man walk to the lavatory, his exposed back towards Harry. The man was scrawny, though Harry suspected he was not one to talk, but he did have a little definition of muscle. Fighting a war would do that to someone. He was deathly pale, but with fresh air and a little sunshine, it would easily be rectified. And Harry had no idea how they'd ever teased the man for being greasy. Even before his morning shower, the man's hair was more sleek and shiny than dirty. The globes of his arse were firm and gorgeous, something Harry reckoned had been hidden by his billowing robes. His legs were long, well defined, and when on display as they were, they looked downright sexy.
Severus turned back when he reached the door, "Are you joining be or not?" He asked, voice low. "Don't make me start without you," he smirked, repeating the taunt Harry had given the night before.
By the time Harry had caught up, Severus was already standing under the hot spray of water. He had soap lathered in his hair and had his back turned to the door. Harry joined him quickly, taking over the task of washing the man's hair. "I guess we've buried the hatchet," he laughed as he massaged the suds into Severus' scalp.
"What?"
"I said last night that we needed to bury the hatchet. Well," he laughed, "I reckon we have."
Any reply of Severus' was cut off, and he groaned as Harry tipped his head back to wash away the suds, and Harry felt himself hardening at the sound. When the last of the soap was washed away, Severus turned around to face him. His eyes trailed along Harry's form, stopping on the hardening length between the man's legs. He took a step closer, pressing his body against Harry's under the pretense of reaching around him to get the soap. He poured a generous amount into his hand, but instead of washing himself with it, he began to wash Harry.
Long fingers scrubbed at Harry's chest before encircling him to wash his back. They move lower and lower, and Harry pressed himself harder against Severus, hugging himself to the man's chest and grinding their hips together. He nipped along the man's collarbone as he massaged the soap into the globes of Harry's arse. Severus pressed harder and Harry moaned into the skin between his teeth, making Severus throw his head back, releasing a groan of his own.
Unable to stand the building pressure anymore, Harry grabbed the bottle of soap for himself, poured another copious amount into his hand, and gripped both himself and Severus in his hand. He stroked them both slowly at first, but the pace didn't last long and soon Severus was bracing his back against the cool tile of the shower cubicle to keep himself upright as he thrust into Harry's hand.
He grabbed Harry by the hair as he had the night before, dragging the man close enough to kiss. Open-mouthed, tongues intertwined, Severus' stomach tightened and he came. He shuddered as Harry wrung him dry under the water, the other man stroking himself to completion shortly after.
They continued to kiss as the slid down the shower wall, Harry landing in Severus' lap. The water had washed their mess away, and Harry cleaned Severus further by grabbing the soap again and re-lathering the man's body. Severus did likewise to Harry between short, passionate kisses.
When they were finished and the soap was washed from their bodies, Severus made quick work of washing Harry's midnight locks, and the two spent a time simply kissing and holding each other on the floor of the shower.
When a time had passed, Severus sighed. "I've to be on my way soon."
"Oh," Harry sounded disappointed.
"I-" Severus cut himself off. He'd tried to ask earlier and it'd ended with Harry angry and himself offended. He was speaking to a Gryffindor, however, he reasoned, a certain about of brash bravery was expected. "I'd meant to ask you earlier if you'd be leaving."
"If I'd be..? Do you mean I could stay? Do you want me to wait for you to come back?" Harry's bottle-green eyes lit up with hopefulness, though he tried to hide it.
Severus hesitated, tracing Harry's features as a distraction. He'd noticed the man try to hide his face last night as if he were embarrassed of being seen. He tried now to avoid giving the scars extra attention, but he liked them. They were a sign that Harry was strong, that he could recover from the worst. "I'd like that very much," he admitted.