Eyes

Harry awoke the next morning excited. Partly because he could apologize and confess to Snape and partly because he was hard as a rock, thanks to the oh so sweet, sinfully delicious dream he'd had.

Harry's member twitched as bits and pieces of the dream came back to him. Whipped cream, chocolate syrup and one of the nice size lab tables in the potions room...

Dammit now he really had to do something...

Harry made sure his curtains were tightly drawn before moving his hand beneath his covers. This wasn't the first time he'd done this, jack off in his bed surrounded by the other guys. He knew they did it sometimes too. Though if everything went right, he might not have to soon.

His usual image of Snape came to mind and he started to rub himself through his pajama pants. His breathing became quicker and he slowly moved his hands under his pajamas.

Running his hand up and down his cock he squeezed gently as he stroked. He squeezed harder as he pumped, running his thumb over his wet tip, his breath catching as he pumped faster.

Thoughts raced through his mind sending him closer to the edge. Thoughts of Snape running his hands over his cock, of Harry's cock in his mouth, and of Snape fucking him.

Harry's breath came quick as he continued to stroke and rub his cock, light moans coming as he pushed closer.

He was right on the edge of coming when movement at the edge of his curtain drew his attention away.

"Harry? You ok? You were moaning in your sleep again." Ron asked.

Harry ceased movement as Ron pulled the curtain back enough to check on his friend.

Harry, embarrassed at almost being caught jerking off, softened in his own grasp and just looked at his friend. "Yeah, I'm ok."

"You sure? You sound like your out of breath and your face is flushed. Are you sick?"

"No, I'm fine really." Harry sat up and grabbed his glasses. Ron could really be stupid sometimes. And unfortunately there was no way he could finish now. Although Harry knew that as soon as he saw Snape this mornings dream would come right back to him.

Though that might not be a bad idea...

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Snape looked up at a knock on his office door.

It had been a very long, aggravating day of trying to keep students in line and get them to at least attempt to learn. "Come in." he said tiredly.

Harry was the last person he expected to see.

He walked into Snape's office and shut the door quietly behind himself. He sat down across the desk from a very stunned man.

"Harry." Snape set his quill down and folded his hands looking at him.

"Professor Snape." Harry said and looked at him. He had stood outside Snape's office for five minutes debating how to tell him, how to apologize for his actions the day before.

Once he'd actually gone into the office though, he found himself afraid, tongue-tied, nervous as all hell and completely unsure of how to go about any of what he'd planned. The one thing that had happened according to plan, but now seemed a hindrance, was that he was again hard as a rock. Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat trying to accommodate his growing erection.

Snape raised an eyebrow at Harry in expectation.

Harry cleared his throat and looked down at his feet before speaking. "Professor Snape. Did you mean what you said yesterday? That you loved me?"

Snape looked at his own hands and replied quietly, "I did."

"I..." Harry cleared his throat again and looked up at Snape. "I wanted to apologize for my actions yesterday. I just never thought you'd feel that way about me. That you'd feel the same as I do."

Snape looked up at Harry sharply in surprise. "What?"

Harry flushed and looked Snape right in the eyes. "I love you too."