A Dark Time For The Light

17

Harry awoke to find himself the only occupant of the tent. The flaps were tied back and the early morning light streamed in. Harry peered around outside the tent. Severus was nowhere to be seen, but the sound of running water and a line of footprints leading towards it in the dewy grass gave him a clue. He rubbed his eyes and slowly rummaged through his pack and fished out wash-bag and towel. He climbed into his jeans and left the tent.

After relieving himself he followed the line of disturbance in the grass, down a small dip and through a gap in the hedgerow then gasped at the sight that met his eyes. Severus stood under a small waterfall that spilled over a jutting rock allowing a person to stand beneath and shower. The man had his eyes tight shut washing his hair. Short of breath, Harry watched as Severus rinsed his hair and the suds slid down his back and over his taut arse. Hypnotised, Harry slipped off his jeans and waded out into the water, feeling it’s chill creep up his legs as he made his way to his captivating yet oblivious lover. Harry watched the muscles work in the man’s back as he concentrated on his task, then slid warm arms around him. Severus started, then relaxed, when he heard Harry murmur, “Mornin’ you”, against his neck then felt the younger man press his hardness against him and moaned softly and pushed back slightly, then turned in Harry’s arms, lifted the boy’s face to his and kissed him, one hand cradling Harry’s head, the other roaming down his back to push gently in the small, and bring them closer together as the kiss deepened, the water plastering their hair to their heads.

As they emerged for air, Harry was shivering, even as he gasped for breath, “Let’s take this elsewhere, Sev”, he ground out between chattering teeth. Severus rolled his eyes and tutted, “You softie Gryffindors. A cold shower makes a man of you”. Harry laughed looking back over his shoulder as he led them to the bank, “It might make a man of me, Sev, but I’m no use to you with a shrivelled dick and my nuts in my throat”. The man laughed and swiped Harry’s arse with the flat of his hand as the boy bent and arranged a towel for them on the bank.

Harry shot up in a second, “Ow. Bugger off. I don’t do pain”, and turned to his lover, a feral gleam in his eye. ”Right, you. For that....”. In a single move, he lunged at Severus simultaneously pushing at his chest, while hooking an ankle behind the man’s knees. He dropped like a felled tree onto the towel. In a heartbeat, Harry was on top of him, pushing his lover’s legs apart with a well-aimed knee then settling between them before kissing the dark-haired man lying slightly stunned beneath him, slowly teasing until lips parted for his gentle questing tongue, then opening wide, a murmured, “Sev”, then claimed the man.

As they kissed, Harry reached a hand between them, gripping and rubbing and rolling their cocks together drawing moans from them both. Harry reached up and whispered, “I want to be inside you, Sev. Can I?”, and Severus simply rolled his head back with a short gasped nod and let Harry take control.

As he licked and kissed along Severus’ throat, he felt his lover give in to him with a sigh. He raised up a little, enough to grasp the man’s arms and push them high over his head, murmuring, “Keep them there, okay?. If I had anything to tie you with I would”. A mixture of shock and pure want crossed Severus’ face, not to mention a deep blush that made Harry smile. The older man just nodded.

Then Harry made a meal of him, with mouth and hands, learning the body below him with the intensity of a geographer mapping new terrain, making mental notes of everywhere that caused a reaction then paying especial attentions, the touches varying, light, soft, then hard, bruising, a bite where shoulder becomes neck bringing blood surging to the surface while fingers gently rolled and pinched nipples stiff, then followed with his tongue the paths his fingers had taken, nipping and sucking gently at each, fingers in Severus’ chest hair, following a line down to his bellybutton.

Tongue continued after. Severus arched off the ground, but Harry pushed him gently back with a smile. Severus’ face was creased up with need, his hips rolling for want of contact with his cock, but Harry stayed just out of reach. The man pleaded, “Please, Harry, touch me, suck me. Please, lover, have me”, and Harry grinned at the reactions he elicited.

He took a moment to draw back and regard the man below him, his teeth closed over his lower lip as desire rose like a mist behind his eyes. Deep umber eyes flicked a gaze at him then held steady, while his chest heaved, a small smile between them, then a kiss, long and soft. Harry murmured as he moved lower, “I need to prepare you. Spread your legs for me”, he licked his lips as Severus complied with a soft sigh and closed his eyes.

“No, Sev, open your eyes, love. I want you to watch”. Harry’s voice a low growl as he reached over for his sponge-bag and extracted the pot of salve. Blushing and a little shy, Severus bunched a shirt under his head and looked up into fiery jade eyes darkening to malachite as Harry knelt down and gently pushed his lover’s thighs further apart, then bent down to lap at his balls taking each into his mouth sucking gently, then two slicked fingers quickly inserted. To Harry’s surprise, tighter than he would have thought, he heard the hissed intake of breath, “Are you okay, Sev?”, A sharp nod, “Yes, I’m, er, not used to, er...”, then a moan as Harry slid his fingers in a little further, grinning, so Sev was a top was he?. He increased the pressure and opened up inside then started to thrust, twisting and turning feeling first a relaxation a slight downwards push. As the third finger joined in, there was thrusting onto him, loud cries, “Harry, fuck me!!. Please”. Harry slicked his own cock then lined himself up, balanced on one hand, then filled Severus in one well-timed thrust. Then held them both down a moment regaining a shred of sense.

Then started to move as the strong muscles still resisted, groans from Severus, his eyes half closed, then a complete capitulation a small squeeze and Harry threw his head back, dropping to his elbows and kissing Severus as he started to thrust in earnest. Changing his angle slightly, he caused Severus to arch hard against him, and felt the moans in his mouth, then the quickening strokes, the more urgent tongues, sweat breaking on them both, the cries, then Severus forgetting the position of his arms and reaching out for Harry pulling him in harder, a leg hooked over his back, then gritted teeth, a loud howl and Severus had the most incredible climax of his entire life. His cock had been barely touched.

As he felt Sev tighten around him, Harry ploughed even deeper and surged into his lover, releasing in long slow spasms, that shook him bone-deep.

He flopped over Severus’ chest, vaguely aware of the sticky mess between them, more aware of the trembling arms that held him loosely against a chest that heaved trying to take in air. Harry felt a slow cheek rubbed in his hair on top of his head and knew in an instant that this was Sev’s way of saying he was still with him but couldn’t talk yet. In reply, Harry turned a fraction and placed a soft kiss on the man’s chest. The arms around him tightened fractionally.

They lay a little longer, then Harry withdrew and climbed higher into Sev’s arms, a shaking hand raking blue-black strands away from the man’s face. Severus opened his eyes and gazed into warm malachite. And they couldn’t tear their eyes from each other, as in their most unguarded moment, emotion was travelling back and forth between them. Each felt his chest about to burst even as each tightened their hold on the other. Severus lifted a hand to Harry’s face and stroked his cheek. Harry lowered his lashes a little but never broke eye contact. He smiled slightly and whispered, “I don’t think we should be looking at each other like this, should we?, but I just don’t want to stop....”.

Severus shook his head slightly, “Me either”, on an outbreath. So they didn’t; even as their mouths moved together and they kissed keeping eye contact, soft closed lips teasing, shy smiles, then closed eyes and opened mouths and hot tongues and clinging to each other hard. Surfacing, bruised of lip, red of face, short of breath. A myriad of thoughts racing around each head, as their eyes caught each other’s again and once more couldn’t pull away. Each had an inward tremor as to what this might mean. While each veritably drowned in the other’s eyes, then kissed again, devoid of outright sexiness but full of feeling. Oh!, boy!. Were they in trouble.

When they could be more than a few inches from each other, they showered again, Severus gently washing Harry’s hair, then Harry massaged Sev’s back and shoulders. With the best intentions they dried off again and started to dress, then looked at each other again, and in short order were rolling around in the grass again stripping each other and laughing, Severus pinning Harry beneath him, then kissing him senseless before taking him again, their climaxes exquisitely timed, a move here, a sharper angle there, quieter more sensuous, cheeks burning then eyes alight, each watched the other come. This time they were asleep in minutes.

The day was well advanced as they dressed again amidst stolen kisses and laughs. Both of them knew they shouldn’t be doing this, but this little spot felt like an enchanted valley, as if Magic itself lived here, and for two men forced to live without their own Magic, it was intoxicating. They packed everything away and Severus started the bike. Harry glanced once over his shoulder as they left. As they travelled back to the main road, Harry lifted his visor sufficiently to allow a gloved finger to wipe tears from beneath his eyes.