How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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After attending to morning necessities, the couple went back to their tent where Severus quickly transformed a set of pants and jeans for Harry’s new body shape. Looking at the younger man, Severus smiled as his eyes traced his body’s outline. When Max had reshaped his hips, he’d widened them enough to bear children, but didn’t exaggerate size so that he stayed proportionate. His shoulders were nicely shaped from playing quidditch still, and he had a slender waist, so he did have just a bit of a nip in at the waist now. Nothing that anyone could put their finger on as different if they looked at him.


Harry twisted around to try to see his bottom after he buttoned his jeans and then looked up at Severus. “Does my arse look huge? This is so different.” He ran his hands over his hips again and then shrugged in resignation.


Severus laughed gently, and took the man in his arms, “You look perfect Harry, and you will look even lovelier as your belly swells.”


Harry answered with a groan and slipped his sandals on his feet and waited by the tent flap for Severus to be ready. They started out for the Wolffe camp and Harry looked at Severus questioningly, who just nodded and then Harry was hurrying on ahead of him to help Grant with the morning meal. It had been explained to him on the ride out that the group generally ate together at Wolffe camp and the subs took care of most of it.


“Good morning Grant,” Harry called as he came around the side of their tent and found the older man starting a pot of coffee and a kettle of water. He turned around to greet Harry with a glass of orange juice in one hand.


“Morning Bit, how are you feeling?” Grant asked as he pressed the cold juice into Harry’s hand. “Sit down and drink that.”


“I feel good. Not sick or anything.” Harry answered as he obeyed and sat down at the camp table and drank his juice.


“Good. You know I was kidding yesterday when I told you I wanted a little one from you before next Rally, don’t you?” the older sub laughed as he sat a cardboard box on the table and pulled out a bag of potatoes.


Harry just grinned and blushed. “How may I help Grant?”


“Here, peel these and then slice them thinly, all five pounds.” Grant answered as he passed a vegetable peeler, knife and large bowl to Harry.


Harry began his task and spoke a few minutes later. “You know at home, we would use magic for this or have it done by a house elf.”


Grant raised an eyebrow and looked at him, “Why? There is nothing wrong with honest labor.”


“I know, I was just making a comparison, so many things are different here. I have used less magic since I have been here than I normally do in a day back home.” Harry dropped the peeled potato into the bowl and reached for another. “This is better I think, you don’t forget to appreciate the talents you have when you don’t use them all of the time.”


Grant smiled as he looked down and checked the coffee and the tea kettle. He looked up at a noise to find Jamie and Allie coming into camp. He looked up at the rising sun and then back at the witches.


“Sorry Grant,” Allie said weakly, “It’s my stomach again.”


The older man nodded and handed her a packet of soda crackers and motioned to a chair.


“Sit there for a minute. Jamie, would you please go up to the spigot and fetch back another jug of water?” He asked as he handed the blonde an empty water jug, she took it and hurried off to get what was needed. He looked over at where a green around the gills Allie was nibbling on a cracker and smiled. Max had finally shared the happy news with the group last night after they had eaten.


“Bit, you aren’t sick to your stomach?” Allie asked miserably as she looked at his happy, not greenish face. He shook his head no and grinned as he dropped the last of the potatoes into the bowl and began to slice them.


“I want you to know I hope you get ‘roids the size of grapes,” she smiled sweetly as she took a drink of water and joined him at the table to slice the potatoes.


Grant snorted in laughter as he listened to the two banter back and forth at each other. He started the pan of ham on the fire and then reached for the first of the potatoes and started them as Damon came back to camp, freshly showered and Max following along behind.


Damon stopped to kiss Grant’s cheek and then went on to toss his stuff back in the tent before sitting down with his morning coffee.


“Smells good babe,” he said as he watched the tranquility of his camp. Grant simply smiled and held out a cup for Max and a cup of tea for Severus as he finally turned up.


Severus ruffled Harry’s hair in passing and bent down to steal a willing kiss that tasted remarkably of oranges. The Doms chatted about what they were going to do that day as Evan straggled in and was handed his coffee and Jamie returning with water.


Over the meal, Severus leaned down to where Harry was sitting by his feet, enjoying the bites fed to him by his Master, and whispered in his ear.


“Ready to get your belly button done today?”


Harry nodded and grinned, “Yes Sir.”


The women overheard and took notice.


“I’m jealous,” Allie laughed, “I want mine done too.”


Max just rolled his eyes and glared at Severus as did Evan, whom was being petitioned by Jamie for a belly button ring.


“See what ya did Sev? Geez….like we don’t have anything better to do than pander to their whims.” Max teased as he stroked Allie’s hair. She knew she’d have new body jewelry by evening and grinned at Harry who was busy munching toast.


Severus snorted and shrugged his shoulders at the pair. Evan laughed as well as the three submissives started chattering about what kind of charm they wanted for their jewelry.


Damon looked at Grant in amusement and raised a brow.


“Are we poking holes in you today as well, Grant?” he asked as his husband took a seat next to him. Grant turned to look at him and smirked.


“Are you insane, old man?” he laughed, “Do I look like I need a hole poked into me?”


Harry watched the older couple from under cover of the fringe of his bangs. He really hoped that his relationship with Severus would be as easy and happy that long from now.


After the meal was finished, dishes done, and the camp tidied up, the group made their way back into town where they decided to split up for awhile and do their own thing. Severus leading Harry to a tattoo and body art business and explaining to the artist there that he wanted Harry’s belly button done.


The man had Harry pick out his jewelry and then asked him to step into the work area, pointedly asking Severus to wait in the display area.


Harry looked wide eyed at Sev, he wasn’t happy about this at all. Severus took one look and spoke up.


“I’ll stay with him.” He said in a low commanding voice. The man looked at him and then back at Harry.


“You sure man?” he asked Harry, who just nodded. The artist shrugged, he really didn’t care, he was getting paid.


He held the door for the pair and motioned to the table. Looking at Harry, he cocked his head.


“Okay, undo your jeans and pull them down a bit, and pull up your shirt.”


Harry did as instructed with Severus looking on and the artist made marks on his stomach and then told him to sit down and lean back.


Severus stopped Harry and sat down on the table first and then pulled Harry onto his lap and leaned him back. One arm supporting them on the table, the other wrapped around Harry’s crossed arms and upper body. The artist stared for a moment at the pair and then shook his head. It takes all kinds to make the world go around he thought as he deftly grabbed the flesh to be pierced in the forceps and stabbed the needle through quickly, followed by the jewelry. He nodded in approval, not too many people never flinched when he stuck them, but he hadn’t noticed the low murmur of a calming incantation Severus was whispering into his mate’s ear.


The two men walked back out of the shop after Severus paid and wandered the streets looking at the various bikes and admiring the workmanship on the custom jobs. While they ate lunch, Severus asked Harry what he wanted to do for the afternoon and Harry simply grinned.


“Well spit it out brat, what is on your mind for the day?” the older man asked as Harry’s grin got wider and a bit more feral.


“I want to spend the afternoon trying out those silencing charms.” He said as he ran his tongue over his lower lip. Severus paid the bill and grabbed him by the hand and led him out and to his bike.


“That sounds like a wonderful way to escape the heat of a summer day Harry,” he said as he started the big bike and pulled out to the street. Harry just smirked and slipped his hand under the waistband of Sev’s jeans.


Severus was amazed he wasn’t stopped for speeding as he shut the bike down in front of their tent and helped Harry off the back of it.