Paradise by the Sea

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Paradise by the Sea Chapter 6

Severus woke feeling much better than he should have, considering he had slept on the floor. He rolled over onto his back and stretched, slipping his arms under the pillow that should not be there. It was then that he discovered that he was sleeping on his bed with a light blanket lying over his prone body. He was thankful not to be on the floor, but had no idea how he found himself in his semi-comfortable bed.

He felt the bed shift next to him and realized that he was not alone.

“Potter,” he whispered not wanting to wake the boy.

He couldn’t help but to take a moment to stare at Harry. Harry's face was so much like his mother’s, yet so different. Everyone said that Harry looked like James, but Severus never saw it. He was always Lily's son, with her eyes and face. The curve of his nose, the set of his jaw (especially when he was being stubborn), the fullness of his lips that called out to Severus All of Harry reminded Severus of his mother. Harry was lying naked next to him. Severus couldn’t help but glance down at Harry’s private parts. He was impressed that someone of Harry’s stature was endowed so well.

“Hi,” Harry waking up to noticing how Severus was looking at him.

“Good –morning,” Severus said, embarrassingly shifting his eyes to meet those of his bedmate. “Now that the niceties are behind us, may I ask why are you in my bed?” Severus growled softly.

“Well,” Harry mumbled, “I heard a thump in your room.”

“And?”

“I had to investigate and see if you were all right,” Harry continued.

“Of course you did, and what did you find?” questioned Severus.

“You slumped over onto the floor. You looked so bloody uncomfortable that I thought it would be best to use a little magic and place you onto the bed,” Harry smiled shyly at Severus.

“My back appreciates the gesture, but that doesn’t explain how I found you in said bed with me,” Severus snarled.

“No, I guess it doesn’t,” Harry replied. “Once I had you situated and tucked in, you looked so comfortable on the bed. Sleeping on the couch has not been an experience I would wish on anyone, even Voldemort.”

“Uncomfortable?”

“Very! The bed seemed to be calling my name. So I lay down and before I knew it…Ta da!” Harry spread his arms as if to say "Here I am".

“I see…” Severus said. He really didn’t, but Severus thought it best not to argue the point. “And now that you’re awake, do you still find it necessary to be in my bed with ‘me’?”

“As long as you’re not shoving me out, I think I’ll stick around for a while,” Harry stated, smiling at the sour face Severus made.

“Potter…”

“Since we are in bed with each other, could you find it in yourself to call me Harry?” Harry interrupted.

“Potter,” Severus continued, “I have no idea what you are playing at, and I find I’ve become weary of games. Get your scrawny arse out of my bed and go back to the living room where you belong before I hex you,” Severus said, but there was no sting to his words. He sounded almost defeated.

Looking over his shoulder, Harry tried to gaze at his arse. “I have a scrawny arse? Really? I’ve been told it’s quite a nice arse.”

“Potter!”

“It’s Harry!” he demanded.

“Harry,” Severus said with more than a little bit of irritation.

Leaning close Harry kissed the tip of Severus’s ample nose and said, “Don’t worry; I’m leaving.”

With an energy that only the young possess, Harry popped off of the bed and very deliberately wiggled his arse at Severus as he left. He couldn’t help but smile when he heard a muffled moan coming from the bed.

When Severus pulled his weary bones out of bed, he headed straight to the loo when an intoxicating smell came to him from the living area. The first thing that struck him was the smell of tea, an exotic chai, if his nose was correct. The aroma pulled at him like a magnet, drawing him into the sitting room. Harry, once again with his lower half covered by a towel, was sitting at the small table eating a meal that reminded Severus of Hogwarts: eggs, beans, sausages (not the scrawny American kind, but the thick robust English sausages), toast and marmalade. The growl that came from Severus’s stomach could be heard across the room.

“Severus, I know you missed dinner, so I planned something special for you for breakfast,” there was that slight order in Harry’s voice and Severus found himself listening to it.

“I should freshen up first,” Severus said even though he took a step towards the food.

“That can wait, and if you’re good, I'll wash your back. Would you like that Severus? Me washing your back?” Severus blushed. There was no mistake that Harry was flirting with him, and he was, for the first time in a very long time, lost for words.

Severus turned on his heels to leave. Harry, in a blink of an eye, was standing next to Severus. He gently grabbed Severus's wrist and pulled him around.

“I’m sorry. If you join me for breakfast, I promise I’ll be good,” Harry told Severus as his finger stroked Severus’s pulse point.

Jerking his hand away for his former student, Severus marched over to his chair and sat with his arms crossed over his chest in defiance. “You asked me for breakfast…you can serve me.”

“My pleasure,” Harry said as he strode to the small table they were using.

It would be his pleasure to serve and take care of Severus, but soon, in the very near future, it would be Severus serving him his breakfast. His mind wandered as he pictured Severus kneeling next to him on a voluptuous cushion as Harry hand fed him. Severus would be dressed in something exotic, decadent, while Severus would playfully nip at Harry’s fingers as he ate. Harry smiled as he fixed Severus’s plate.

They ate silently; the only sounds heard were those of their utensils hitting the plates. Harry blatantly stared at Severus, watching every movement he made, memorizing the way he lifted his fork gracefully, the way he blushed when he noticed Harry looking at him, and the way he took the napkin and tapped his mouth after he finished eating.

“Mr. Potter,” Severus grumbled. “What do you find so fascinating about me? Do I have some morsel of food caught between my teeth?”

Harry gave Severus a lopsided grin, “I was admiring you.”

Severus threw his napkin onto his empty place irritably. “Do not toy with me boy. There is nothing to admire and I want you to stop it …NOW.” Severus demanded.

“Stop what?” Harry asked truly baffled by Severus’s attitude.

“You have been flirting with me for the past week, and I am tired of being your personal joke. Get your jollies at someone else’s expense.”

“Do you really think that my behavior is an elaborate joke?” Harry threw his own napkin down. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly, trying to calm down. Nothing good would come from him losing his temper.

“Severus, will you join me on the couch?”

“I think not,” Severus turned to leave the room.

“Severus, couch…now!” Harry ordered gently.

Why, Severus would never knowwhy but, he reluctantly turned, his eyes narrowed as he gave Harry a death glare. instead of verbally attacking the younger man, he slowly walked over to the couch and planted his arse. His arms crossed his chest in defiance and his mouth was drawn into a tight line.

Harry chuckled.

“Severus,” he sat down next to his sour looking ex-teacher. “We need to talk?”

“‘We have nothing to discuss,” Severus grouched.

“Don’t we? Every time we’re in the same room I can feel it, and I think you can feel it too,” Harry reached for Severus’s hands that were now lying loosely on his lap. With a jerk Severus tried to pull his hands from Harry’s grip, but the young Gryffindor held his hands too tightly.

“You’re deluded. You are determined to think that there is something going on between the two of us? There isn’t. I’m a used up old fart that has lived too many years alone. I’m set in my ways, and the thought of you interrupting my peace and tranquility by invading my life is a horrific idea,” Severus wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince Harry or himself.

“You’re older than me; that will never change, but you aren’t old. Tired of life, yes. Used, definitely. Mistreated, undeniably. Misjudged, unquestionably, but you’re still alive and thus capable of deep feelings.” Harry stroked Severus’s forearm lovingly. “Give me a chance to prove how good it can be between the two of us. Let’s take small steps and see if we could have a future together.”

“I don’t trust you, Mr. Potter,” Severus snarled.

Harry knew he that he hadn’t earned that trust but Severus’s words still felt as if he was slapped in the face. “I like you Severus. There’s even a strong possibility that I’m in love with you that is something you can trust. I will never betray you. Let me take care of you; see too your needs, let me make you, if not happy, contented.

Severus’s eyes widened: someone to take care of him, to see to his needs. Even his own mother was unable to do that for him. No one ever cared enough to piss on him if he caught fire. He was the outcast, the greasy git. He was Snivellus. But Harry said he cared, that he would take care of him. Once the tears started, Severus couldn’t stop them, the tears that flowed were from a lifetime of sorrow.

As soon as Harry saw how upset Severus had become, he pulled him into his arms. He spoke soothing words and stroked the tense muscles of Severus's back.

“I’ll always be here,” he whispered. “I am your hope, your rock. you can always lean on me.”

Between his sobs, Severus hiccuped, circling his arms around Harry’s waist and holding on until his tears subsided. He felt like an idiot sitting there taking comfort in the arms of Harry Potter. His logical mind told him to pull himself together, pry his arms from around the boy’s waist, and run back into his room and lock the door behind him, not coming out until Dumbledore came for them. He was hard pressed to think of a time in his life that he felt so wanted and loved, and Harry didn’t seem in a hurry to let him go. He might as well enjoy the feeling as long as it lasted. He knew that once Albus came to retrieve them from this ‘hell’ that Harry would come to his senses and run as fast as he could back into the arms of the Weasley girl and wondered if he was cursed into caring for him. He snuggled closer to the warm body that holding him.

Harry tightened his hold of the older Slytherin in fear that Severus would dash from his arms and lock himself in his room. This, having Severus in his arms, was right; more than right it was nearly perfect. The only thing that could be better was if he could bury his cock deep inside of Severus’s tight hole, but that would have to wait for another time. When Severus stopped sobbing and relaxed into Harry’s embrace, Harry stood and held out his hand to his ex-teacher.

“Come on, let me wash your back,” Harry encouraged.

Feeling like he had drunk a whole bottle of relaxation draught, Severus wasn’t sure if he could stand, much less walk to the bathroom. With some encouragement and Harry helping him, Severus stood and shuffled along side the Gryffindor. He wasn’t quite sure where they were going but it didn’t matter…he trusted Harry.