Babylon fun

Nothing is mine, no matter how much I want it to be. I just like to use the characters for my horny little amusement.

Harry sneaks out (with his friends help) to Babylon, a new gay club…and you won’t believe who the live performer is. HP/SS may be OOC


Chapter 3:
A single drop of sweat slowly dripped of a arched brow. It slowly slid down his face, over a hooked nose, and almost touching his kiss-swollen lips making a clean streak in it’s wake. A second droplet follows soon after, following the same path. The salty sweat slowly slid over luscious lips, and hung there in balance for a second, before dropping onto the wreathing body below. His shaggy hair was bouncing to the rhythm of their conjoined bodies. The sweaty topper felt his lower muscles restrict as the oncoming orgasm drew near. The rhythm grew more and more frenzy. Moments later Snape blew his load, screaming out Potters name in a multiple orgasm.
Snape’s eyes flew open just after he came. Did he scream out loud?!? His sore throat said yes. Damn that boy. He looked so good in that black outfit. Potter was wearing those leather hip hugger jeans. The boy looked delicious. Looking at the clock, Snape saw he still had a little over an hour before his alarm went off. No use trying to get back to sleep now. A sho shower sounded good right about now. He had to teach double potions first thing today. Great. With a sigh Snape decided a cold shower would be best.

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The trio hurriedly speed walked to class. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this!” Harry had let Herm “adjusted” his uniform. She made his jeaurn urn into low rider tight hip huggers. His tie was leather and His shirt had the top four buttons unbuttoned, teasingly showing smooth tanned skin underneath.
“Well, when you woke Ron up while dreaming of our oh so dear potions teacher, it hit me that maybe he wants you to. Maybe all we think is him hating you is actually sexual tension!” Harry huffed to her little speech. Besides, Hermoine continued “You look good. There’s no way he can resist you!”
“He would probably give me a detention for fixing up the uniform.” whined Potter.
Hermoine stopped cold. “That wouldn’t be a bad idea.” a Cheshire cat grin spread over her lips “Oh the ideas running through my head.”
Everyone stared at the small group, well, they stared at Potter, as they entered to classroom. Snape wasn’t here yet. Good. But boy, was he in for a surprise! Heavy footsteps were heard coming quickly down the hall. Well, moment of truth. Harry looked towards Hermoine unsurely. She gave a quick nod of ok, and turned around again just as Snape barged into class immediately starting the lecture of the day, as usual. With an elegant flick of his wand, the ingredients appeared on the board for the potion of the day. Harry awaited nervously for Snape to notice his new ‘look’. Surprisingly, The potions teacher took no notice of Potter. Actually, come to think about it…was he avoiding Harry? The class got into groups of three’s and started the complex potion.
“He didn’t even look at me!” whispered Harry as he mashed the jumping beans. “He’s avoiding me!”
“I noticeat! at! But I have a plan.” Herm replied. “Get in a fight with Draco! Snape would never punish his favorite slytherin. But you on the other hand…”
“Awe Herm, that’ll never work. He’ll just get our points deducted!”
Hermoine considered it for a second. “I have another idea.”
“What is it?”
But before Hermoine could tell the plan to Harry, a snobby blonde head appeared in front of them and said “So, Potter, so poor now you can’t afford pants that fit? Well, I guess all that time with the Weasels would rub off sooner or later.” Draco sneered nastily. “Next thing you know, you’ll have red hair and live in a shitbox house.!”
“You little..” started Ron
“Is there anything wrong here?!?” Questioned a booming voice from right behind Harry. He could smell Snape. He smelled like mints and burned wood. Probably from making potions all day. “I asked, is there anything wrong?” Harry couldn’t help a small shiver as Snape’s silky voice came from close behind.
“No sir.” The four said together. A Bell rang sounding the end of class.
“Potter, a word please?” Sneered Snape whisking away to his desk. Harry looked towards his friends. Draco walked away, a content grin on his face for getting him into trouble. Hermoine gave a thumbs up. A few minuets later all the kids were gone and Harry was alone with Snape.
Harry could feel His palms sweating. Slowly, Harry walked up to his potion teacher’s desk.
Snape walked around to the other side opposite Harry and paced a second before starting. “I don’t know what your doing, but it better stop.”
“Professor, I…”
Snape hushed him with a wave of the hand. “What will it take to keep you quiet.?” Harry was a little more than confused. Quiet? Snape continued. “I don’t want nothing to get out about my job. Now, what will it take for you to keep your trap shut?” Snape stood before Harry, arms crossed, awaiting an answer.
It clicked. He was asking for Harry to be quiet, and was willing to pay. Millions of thoughts ran through his head. Taking in a deep breath, Harry decided it was now or never. “I don’t want money”
“What do you want? An A in Potions then? No homework” it all sounded good to Harry. But it wasn’t what he wanted.
Looking into Snapes brown eyes, Harry said “A kiss”


AHH! A cliffhanger! Story is getting good now! Please review if you have any ideas.