Tequila

Chapter 2


Harry tried to close his eyes and pretend it was a dream. He did not just wake up with the worst hangover on the planet. He did not just wake up and find a naked man lying on top of him. He did NOT just look into the eyes of his hated potions teacher!

// Please God, don’t let him have noticed I’m awake //

“Well, Potter, it seems we have a slight situation on our hands, don’t we?”

Harry groaned deep in his chest. The only thing that could make this moment worse would be if Ron and Hermione came bursting in. As this thought penetrated Harry’s foggy brain, his eyes flew open, automatically looking around the room to make sure they were alone.

“Don’t worry Mister Potter, we’re in my chambers and the door is well and truly locked.”

Knowing that he’d eventually have to face his professor, Harry looked up again at the dark eyes staring down at him. They were filled withth, th, confusion and some pain, mute evidence that Snape truly was suffering as much as Harry.

“Umm, Professor? Not that I don’t love the humiliation that this situation has brought me, and the torture I look forward to when I have to look at you in class, but do you suppose you could, umm, get off me….. a little bit?”

Snape smirked. He really was an insolent little shit.

“Mister Potter, don’t you think that if anyone found out, I’d be just as embarrassed as you?”

Still, Professor Snape slowly withdrew his hand from the grasp of the raven-haired young man below him and unwound himself from the very comfortable position he’d just been in. Getting up, he carefully pulled one of the sheets to cover his ever so slight hardness and wrapped it around his naked body.

// I was right // Harry thought, // tall, lean, muscular…. stop this. You hate this man; don’t find yourself attracted to him now! //

Harry watched Snape coil himself into a large chair beside his fireplace and pour himself a drink from the decanter beside the fireplace.

“Uh, don’t you think it’s a bit early for that Professor? I mean considering our current hangover and, uh, situation”

“No, Potter, I don’t think its too early for this, I believe its just the right time for this. And since you keep calling this ‘our’ situation, would you care to join me?”

“No thanks, Sir, I think I had quite enough last night. Would you mind awfully if I use your bathroom?”

“Be my guest.” Smirk.

As Potter unwound himself from the bed clothes and made a great show of wrapping himself in the quilt, Severus had a few seconds opportunity to reflect on last nights events.

“Oh, Harry,” he growled.

“Yes, Sir?” Harry licked his lips nervously and felt his cock twitch at that low throaty growl.

“There are some towels in the closet, your robes are…..” he gestured with his glass, “lying around. I do think you should get cleaned up, dressed, and then we can discuss this.”

“Yes, Professor.”

Harry moved quickly around the room, picking up his clothes, all the time aware of the hot gaze of his Professor. Shivering slightly he slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

// My God // he thought breathlessly, // that was quite possibly the most awkward humiliating, painful….. //

Sighing gently, Harry stood in the shower, the warm water running over his back, and tried to recall the events of the previous night. He wasn’t having much luck. He was getting flashes of little things, the burning of his throat from the tequila, the cool air on his face as someone took him outside, the feeling of soft skin on his own, quite possibly the most talented mouth he had ever experienced wrapped around his cock.

Harry found himself getting hard just imagining what happened last night. He imagined the feeling of Snape\'s mouth on his, the taste of his tongue. He imagined the feel of Snape\'s hand on his cock, his fingers in his ass.

Harry, breathing heavily, eyes slightly closed, reached down and wrapped his hand around his aching need. He measured it with a few strokes, moaning slightly. Running his fingers along the underside, he imagined it was Snape’s tongue. As he leaned back against the tiles, he saw in his mind Snape on his knees in front of him, sucking hard on Harry’s dick, deep throating him, and bobbing gently on his pulsing length. Harry pounded his cock hard, these explicit thoughts racing through his mind. He only needed to realise that they weren’t imaginings, but memories and he came all over his hand ant the tiles. Bucking wildly he shoved 3 fingers into his ass, totally unprepared, imagining Snape\'s face above him, screwed up in pleasure as he took Harry roughly. Harry hit his own prostate once, twice, three times and orgasmed again, his seed being quickly washed down the drain. Breathing heavily, Harry slid down against the tiles, and realised, too late, that he’d shouted out Snape\'s name during his second orgasm.

My god he really was never going to live this down!

Snape closed his eyes and tried to remember the events of the previous night. He couldn’t believe he’d just woken up in bed with Harry Potter, his worst enemy, the bane of his existence and the subject of his fantasies for the last 6 months. The boy was currently taking a shower, and the thought of him naked and gorgeous just through that door was enough to make Snape hard all over again. It was al he could do not to go over there right now, yank the door open and take Harry hard and rough on the bathroom floor.

Severus stood up and started pacing the floor, trying to will his erection away. He stopped by his closet to take out a robe, koing that it would better hide the hardness aching between his tha than the thin white sheet he was currently using. Walking past the bathroom door, he heard a moan from inide. The boy was obviously suffering a worse hangover than he imagined. Pressing his ear against the door, he heard the deep unmistakable heavy breathing of sex. The boy was openly masturbating in his shower. Snape moaned at the images that assaulted his mind, Harry on his knees on the floor with his beautiful ass in the air, Harry writhing and moaning beneath the oldans ans experienced hands. Snape reached between his legs and started rhythmically stroking his cock in the same pattern as he could hear Harry breathing. He reached between his legs with his other hand and gently massaged his balls and perineum. He heard Harry release with a long moan and pumped his cock furiously. Snape’s face screwed up and his breathing ragged, he heard Harry come again, shouting his name and it was enough to make him orgasm hard, all over his robe. He heard Harry slide down against the bathroom tiles as he himself slid down against the bathroom door. Feeling sated and totally spent, Snape smiled.