Tequila

Chapter 4

It had been exactly 2 weeks and 3 days since ‘that night’ and everything seemed to be ok. Harry had shared the Potions class with Snape several times since then and had found the man to be as snarky as always. Snape had almost unconsciously left Harry alone for most of the time, Harry, however was missing his Professor. He kept having flashbacks of what had happened that night and Harry as never sure if they were real memories or just the erotic imaginings of a 17 year old boy. The thought of that smooth pale skin aroused feelings in Harry that he still didn’t feel able to analyze. He knew his Professor turned him on, his nightly excursions with his hand proved that, but he wasn’t entirely sure how he actually FELT.

Harry sighed and rolled over in bed. He wanted to see Snape, he wanted to know if everything he had imagined about that night was true or fantasy. He knew his Professor was attractive.

// Does he really have that scar just above his left hip? //

Harry could distinctly remember tracing that scar with his tongue, before working his way over to his lovers crotch, but past that he could remember nothing. He could remember how Snape\'s slender fingers had wrapped around Harry’s throbbing erection, milking him to completion.

// Did he really put his tongue in my….? //

Harry blushed just thinking about it. It made him hot all over, it made his cock spring to attention, just the very thought of it.

// God, I have to see him again. I have to know what he really looks like naked. I have to know if we really did…..that. //

Harry jumped out of bed and rushed to throw on some clothing, willing away his half erection. Pulling his invisibility cloak from the trunk at the bottom of his bed, he threw it around himself and checked in the mirror to see if any part of him was visible. After confirming to himself that no one could see him, Harry made his way downstairs and out of the tower.

Harry knew that Snape made nightly rounds in the castle, if he waited by his professors quarters, he would be able to sneak in with him and perhaps see all that he desired. Harry moved quickly through the corridors to the dungeon, surprised by how easily his feet found the way. He’d only been in Snape\'s quarters once but, apparently, had unconsciously memorized the route to take him back there.

// Well, if I needed more proof of how much I want the man, I suppose this would be it. //

Harry reached Snape\'s private quarters and, after making sure there was no one nearby, he tucked himself into a corner, slumping to the floor to watch for his Professors return.

Thinking quietly to himself, Harry wondered why he really felt the need to be here. To see Snape. To watch him. To do it all without his knowledge. He couldn’t even remember the night in question, but had a funny feeling it had been the best of his young life. Harry had taken lovers before, but none as passionate or as intense as Snape.

// Passionate?? //

Again Harry could remember very little but somehow he had known Snape was ionaionate. Had he picked it up in the few minutes he had spent in Snape’s presence after the night in question?

Harry\'s head hurt. This was so much more than he could really think about at this time of night. He just wanted to see his desire. See how the beautiful man interacted with his own environment. Just watch him. He needed to just watch him.

// God, am I falling in love with Snape? I cant be in love with Snape!!! I don’t even know him. I don’t even know if he likes me. I don’t even know if he’s good in bed. You cant just fall in love with someone like that. Maybe I’m doing that pedestal thing where I’m falling for what I imagine him to be…..God I’m too tired to think about this now…. //

Lost in his own thoughts, Harry hadn’t noticed his teacher returning and almost didn’t make it into the room behind him. As soon as Snape entered the room his mask of coldness fell. Slumping into a chair Snape rubbed his hands wearily over his face, trying to massage out the scowl he had almost permanently fixed there. Sighing quietly Snape moved toward his bed.

// Stop it. Stop thinking about the boy. He made it painfully obvious that he had no interest in you as a lover and even if you both want it, which you know he does, the fact that he pushed you away shows just how innocent and inexperienced he is. Do you even know if he was a virgin before you? //

Snape opened the decanter which stood on his bedside cabinet and poured himself a long drink.

“No more tequila for you,” he mumbled to himself before quickly downing the whiskey.

Harry stood in the corner, watching Snape quietly. The man looked so tired.

// Well no wonder, if he insists on roaming the halls like a madman till 1 o’clock in the morning. //

Harry watched the Professor quietly undress for bed, his breath hitching as he saw those long, lean limbs uncovered. Snape removed his robes and laid them gently on the chair he had just exited. He unbuttoned his sleek black shirt and pushed it back over his shoulders, revealing the scar that Harry so desperately sought after. He watched the Professor unzip his tight black trousers which hung mercilessly low on his hips.

// God, I’m getting turned on just seeing his chest and that DAMNED scar. //

Professor Snape dropped his trousers presenting deep blue, silken boxer shorts. Harry stared, was aware that he was staring and was very glad that Snape couldn’t see him staring at the slight bulge hidden by blue silk.

Slipping into bed, Snape thought back on ‘that night’. He didn’t think he’d raped the boy. From what he could remember, Harry had been a consensual, very consensual, willing, eager icipicipant in the affair. However, he had to take into account Potter’s very inebriated state.

Thinking of Harry on his knees before him, his les spread and his ass shaking lightly in invitation, Snape felt his cock twitch. Flicking quickly through the small selection of memories he had from their encounter, Snape started to touch himself lightly through the fabric of his boxers. He picked one memory that haunted and taunted him the most: Harry, sat on his face, Snape\'s tongue in his ass, riding him as hard as he could.

“God…..” he moaned, reaching inside his underwear to grasp at his hardness.

// Wanton, beautiful, needful, horny. // He thought in rapid succession. All the things that Harry had been that night.

Pulling his cock gently, he felt the precum glisten on the tip. Taking a finger and sucking it into his mouth, he imagined Harry riding his face once more, only this time his dick in his mouth, fucking him hard. Reaching down with the wet finger, Snape rubbed the precum all over his cock, aiding him in lubricating himself. Closing his hands tightly around his aching dick, he started thrusting hard up into them, imaging Harry tight little ass positioned just so. He pushed hard up into his hands, roughly, building speed, moaning louder and harder as he fucked his hands intently. Screaming Harry’s name he shuddered his release.

Snape sighed and quickly cast a cleansing spell over himself, his face falling back into that look of weary sadness. In his imagination was the only way he would ever have Harry again. Rolling over in his bed, he drifted off into an unrestful sleep.

Harry had watched his mentor undress, masturbate and scream his name with orgasm. He now watched the man toss and turn in his sleep. Harry had stood there for the better part of 20 minutes with an aching hard-on and had been unable to do anything about it. While watching the man touch himself, Harry had only one thought.

// Is he thinking of me? //

Having his thoughts confirmed had turned Harry on more than he could ever have imagined. Feeling safe enough now, but unwilling to leave Snape\'s presence, Harry slowly sunk into the chair Professor Snape had exited and put his clothes on. Harry smelled deeply the robes he had taken off and latched onto his scent. Deep, musky and so very masculine. His memories of Snape\'s masturbation running through his mind, Harry quickly brought himself to release. He now watched his teachers troubled sleep and wondered again,

// Is he thinking of me? //

Harry curled up in the chair, his invisibility cloak covering himself and watched him sleep. Completely unknowing, Harry himself drifted off. Just the presence of his once-lover enough to relax him completely, totally not thinking of the consequences when Snape would find him the next morning.