Where Others Fear to Tread

Chapter 28

Harry sat nervously in the center of the rickety old bed, his legs crossed and a pillow lying in his lap to hide his already eager cock. Harry felt as if he was about to experience his first night with Snape all over again. He felt the same tingle of fear and nervousness but something was different. Where before he hadn’t wanted the man to touch him let alone have sex with him, Harry now could do nothing but imagine what the man’s hands were going to feel like all over his skin. Harry swallowed nervously and pushed the pillow further against his lap as his cock gave an appreciative pulse at the images Harry had conjured in his mind.

Jasper had left an hour ago to return to the pub and after spending half an hour noting things in his journal Snape had asked him to bed. Currently Snape was taking a shower and Harry watched through the open door the man’s blurry figure moving back and forward behind the steamed up glass. Admittedly Harry was now accustomed to seeing Snape’s upper body regularly naked, as they often did their meditation in the mornings naked from the waist up but it occurred to Harry while he’d been sitting on the bed waiting for Snape that he hadn’t actually seen the man’s penis. Sure he’d felt it pushed inside him but actually seeing another man’s thing was a little daunting.

The spray of the water was turned off and Harry snapped his head up from the pillow across his lap to watch as a dripping hand reached out of the shower and grabbed the towel from the trail. Harry was twisting the ring around on his finger awkwardly again. The habit wasn’t as prevalent as it had been before the attack but every now and then when he was really apprehensive or worried, Harry would find himself twisting the ring about his finger unconsciously.

“We’ll have to fix the hot water tank in the morning, the water went cold on me.” Snape stepped out of the bathroom a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Harry watched as Snape moved over to the draws and bent over to pull his nightshirt out from the bottom draw. Harry bit his lip as he watched the beads of water Snape had missed with the towel continue to roll down his taunt back and soak into the towel at his waist. Despite drawing blood from where he was biting his lip hard a small groan passed out from between Harry’s lips, causing Snape to spin around to look at his lover a little concerned. “You okay? Is your back still hurting?” Harry shook his head tightly, his fists now stuffing the pillow fully onto his lap in an effort at calming his raging hard on. Harry didn’t know where this desperation or need had come from all he knew was that he was going to look a fool if he came again without being even touched. Snape frowned a little at Harry’s strange facial expression. The boy it seemed was obviously trying hard to hide something and Snape had a feeling he knew what it was. Smiling to himself Snape put the nightshirt aside on the dresser top and drew his hand down the middle of his chest to rest on the knot that held the towel around his waist. Harry’s eyes practically bulged out of their sockets as Snape undid the towel and let it pool around his ankles on the floor. Harry couldn’t breath as he stared at Severus’ cock. Despite how it had felt inside of him, Harry was not prepared for how large the man’s member actually was, even when it was resting limply in the man’s crotch as it was now. Harry bit his lip harder as he stared at the cock; it’s slightly blushed head, and the thick shaft, which lead down into a dark mattering of wiry pubic hair. As if testing the waters Snape drew his hand down his torso to his cock and wrapped his fingers around it, giving it an encouraging squeeze.

“Of fuck that’s it.” Throwing off the pillow Harry curled up on his side as the familiar tingle of orgasm swept through his body. Stiffening Harry came with a stifled grunt spilling his seed onto the front of his nightshirt, without ever having been touched. Humiliated Harry curled up and closed his eyes tightly, shivering a little in the draft, which swept through from the open door leading to the living room. Harry heard Snape sigh softly before he heard the pad of feet on the slate floor, just as the bed dipped. A gentle hand came down to rest on Harry’s shuddering shoulder, while the other softly brushed the stray hair from Harry’s forehead.

“Potter don’t do this.” Snape’s voice was warm and caring, just as it had been the night Severus had confessed his love. Harry gingerly cracked open his eyes to glance up at Severus who was sitting naked beside him.

“Do what? I spent the first few months of this marriage without a fucking hard on, and now I can’t stop myself from….” Harry trailed off as Severus leant down and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of Harry’s nose.

“Harry it doesn’t matter.” Snape whispered softly against Harry’s cheek as he pushed the boy back onto the bed before moving himself so that he lay atop of him. Harry willingly allowed himself to be manipulated and simply gasped a little in surprise as Snape muttered a charm against Harry’s neck to rid the boy of his soiled nightshirt. The feeling of Snape’s warm skin stretched over his own had Harry whimpering within moments. Coupled with Snape’s attentive, lavish kisses to the boy’s neck and chest Harry was hard again within minutes. “I would have given anything to have you writhing beneath me those first few times we had sex. I wanted to feel you breath my name against my neck as I thrust into you that first time. I wanted to hear those beautiful sounds I know you’ll make when I kiss every inch of your body. I wanted to see the expression on your face when you came, your tight virgin hole squeezing the seed from my body, and my name screamed from your lips as you fell into ecstasy with me.” Harry was panting loudly his body thrumming with utter pleasure as he listened to Snape whisper words against his skin like prayers to gods unknown. Harry was hard and he could feel the answering hardness of Severus against his thigh. Harry thrust up uselessly against the man who was above him, Severus chuckling a little and moving his hand to hold Harry’s waist still. “I never thought I’d see you eager to fuck me Potter.” This comment was almost sinful in it’s tone and Harry arched his back and gasped Severus’ name as the man locked his lips onto Harry’s nipples sucking each of them in turn before gracing them with a stinging nip of his teeth. Whatever Harry had thought sex might be like, this would never compare to his childish imagination.

Harry obligingly allowed his legs to fall open as Snape reached over to the side table and removed a corked vial of potion. The scent was a familiar one, the one Snape always used to prepare Harry when they’d had sex before. It was strange seeing Severus coat his fingers with the viscous fluid, having only ever been privy to the sensation of having the fingers thrust into him rather than witnessing it. “Open them wide Harry.” Harry could do little but let his legs fall wider open as Snape sat back from him having placed a kiss on Harry’s abdomen, dangerously close to the boys erect cock which sprung up from the boys light pubic hair. Harry watched as Snape kissed the inside of each of his thighs before he felt the familiar slide of two oiled fingers tracing his hole. Harry had learnt not to tense and instead he closed his eyes and fell back against the pillows of the bed as Severus thrust two fingers inside him. Before this sensation had been unwelcome, knowing it would lead to eventually having Snape inside him, but now Harry couldn’t get enough of it. Instinctively Harry pushed himself down onto the intruding fingers and all but arched off the bed as the fingers brushed something deep inside of him, that had never been touched before. Gasping and writhing in pleasure Harry was almost incoherent as Snape thrust his fingers back and forth across that spot inside Harry that made his toes curl.

“What was that?” Harry gasped as Snape thrust his fingers in a final time before pulling them free and moving back up to cover Harry’s body with his own.

“That would be something I’ve avoided touching for months.” Snape hissed into Harry’s ear before locking his lips with the boys in an eager, breath-stealing kiss. Groaning Snape drew back from Harry’s bruised red lips and closed his eyes in an attempt at calming himself. “I need you Harry.” Harry could do little but stare back into the expressive obsidian gaze staring down at him. Finally Harry could see past the indifferent mask Snape had constructed to see the man inside. Blindly Harry nodded giving his permission. Rising up on his knees Snape gently guided Harry’s legs up to wrap around his waist, before the man propped himself up with his muscled arms over Harry. “I love you.” The words whispered out across Harry’s lips before Snape thrust forward, his thick leaking cock sliding easily into Harry’s willing body. Harry’s eyes never left Severus’ as the man slid his entire length into the boy for the first time. Severus had restricted himself in the past to just shallow thrusts as not to cause Harry unwanted arousal but now he held no restrictions and continued to push himself in until his pelvis met Harry’s and the boy threw his head back in silent exclamation of pleasure. “God your beautiful.” Severus whispered against Harry’s lips the boy’s fingers wrapped tightly about his upper arms, undoubtedly causing bruising by how hard they were gripping him.

“Move.” Harry ground out from between clenched teeth his emotions finally getting the better of his control. Taking the hint Snape drew almost all the way out before thrusting back inside. The rhythm was awkward to begin with but moving his right hand down to Harry’s waist the elder man guided Harry up to meet him, until they were easily thrusting backwards and forwards with pace. For a long time the pair of them continue to stare into the others eyes but as the tension between them built Snape’s eyes slide closed and his mouth opened in gasping pants. Determined to watch every second of their coupling Harry fought to keep his eyes open, watching as the sweat dripped down Snape’s forehead and the dark locks of the man’s hair fell wildly into his face. Harry had never experienced anything like this in his life and having Snape’s thick shaft buried so deep within him was so far removed from what sex before had been like. Eventually though Harry couldn’t stop his eyes from falling closed as he began gasping Severus’ name in time to the man’s fast thrusts.

The bed creaked violently under the movement but neither men paid it any attention as their climax neared. Harry knew the feeling of Snape’s cock swelling inside of him seconds before the warm flood swept through his body like a wave. When he came Snape was silent just as he had been the other times but this time instead of stopping he continued to thrust into Harry, the leaking cock and the warm wave exploding inside of him, drawing Harry into climax as well. Harry wasn’t sure if he screamed or not but when his vision finally cleared and his body stopped humming there was nothing in the silence of the room except his loud pants.

Finally Snape’s arms gave out and the man fell easily onto Harry’s limp body beneath him. Reluctantly Harry let go of Snape’s arms, already knowing he’d left marks behind on the man’s skin. Harry wasn’t sure if he should say anything but as he went to look down at Snape he felt a gentle kiss on his shoulder shortly before he heard his name whispered against the kissed spot. Harry’s eyes swelled with tears as he heard Snape whisper his name. All the times they’d made love, it had always been Harry’s name the man had whispered against his shoulder, even if Harry hadn’t realized it. Feeling tears falling onto his cheek Snape sat up sharply, fearing he’d hurt Harry but when he leant up he saw the smile twitching on Harry’s lips he relaxed again.

“My name, you said Harry even back then when you were still calling me ‘Potter’.” Severus blushed and little but nodded as he gently eased himself out of Harry and slid down onto the bed beside him. Harry winced a little in pain but said nothing as he rolled over and curled up against Severus’ side.

“What else was I going to call you in bed?” By way of explanation Snape pressed a kiss to Harry’s shoulder again whispering the boys name against his skin. Harry smiled and snuggled closer to Snape as the man pulled up the blankets, aware now of the cool air surrounding them.

“I love you too.” Harry whispered back, his eyes still glistening a little with tears. Snape snorted undignified and ran his hand through Harry’s messy, damp hair.

“Don’t go soppy on me Potter. It’s not becoming.” Harry rolled his eyes and wiped the tears from his eyes.

“I’m not going soppy, I’m just telling you how much I love you.” Harry bit back sharply knowing that Snape was being awkward like he usually was when romance came into their relationship.

“Well that’s good to hear, but strange considering only six months ago you hated my guts.” Snape glanced down cautiously at Harry who was drifting in between sleep and awareness on his chest.

“People change.” Harry whispered defensively. “Besides why wouldn’t I love you, when you fuck me like that. Perhaps if you’d done that earlier I might have fallen in love with you quicker.” Cheekily Harry smiled up at Severus who rolled his eyes and swatted Harry playfully across the head.

“Cheeky Potter, now shut up and get some sleep.” Harry nodded and closed his eyes, still floating on his pleasure induced cloud as he fell contentedly into slumber beside his mate. Severus watched Harry fall to sleep his hand gently running through the boy’s hair.

”I love you too.” He whispered as he pressed a final kiss to Harry’s forehead and fell silently into sleep himself.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>