Earning a Name
6
pant openly as soon as the door clicked shut, Potter’s departing “I expect you
in the dinning hall at one” giving him nearly an hour and a half before he’d
have to face him again. He contemplated running to the nearest bathroom and
Potter’s bloody amazing hands, but therein rested the problem; he’d have to
leave the room and walk stalkers to a bathroom with his member saluting all
bystanders. NOT something he wanted to do at the moment.
And why, exactly,
did Potter have to have such bloody talented hands? Merlin, no wonder the
normally silent Blaise proved so vocal under the
a repeat performance … ever.
He groaned
as his member twitched at the recollection, wondering how the hell he could
solve the growing problem. He moved to a corner of the study hidden from the
door, deciding to chance rubbing one out in here. He briefly wondered what
would have happened had he given in to potter’s manipulation, the sheer
possibilities spurring another painful twitch. His hand traveled down his
chest, somewhat mimicking Potters, turning further south than Potter ever got
to tease the nest of nearly-invisible hair before moving on to the cock. His
mind’s eye fixed on what could have been happening had he given in and on how
good what did occur had been. He
pulled and added the slight twists just as he liked, panting heavily as his
palm grew slicker with sweat, yet he just… couldn’t.
He was getting more and more aroused, his member more and more throbbing, and
he just… just kept going. He should have cum by now. He always had, never
having to be this aroused.
The clock
above the mantel proclaimed that he’d already used up a good chunk of his time,
and the horrible thought hit him; what if he couldn’t before… and Potter would…
and then…
No. He had to finish it. Now. And
if not… well, maybe he’d have to think about some very disturbing images. There was that one image of Severus and his
father after the Christmas party about five years back… that usually did the
trick. The mere thought of the trump card lessened the pressure, making him
remorsefully admit focusing on that now would probably prove the most prudent
course of action… he might then have time for a cold shower before having to go
down. Yeah. That would do the trick. Now all he had to do was figure out how to
get into the nearest bathroom unnoticed.
A/N:
yes, I know that that
last two chapters have been horrendously short (the above one, especially), but
I figure cut-offs are not supposed to occur at a set page length, but where
content so requires. I would have posted the two together (thus adding up to
more or less the normal chapter length thus far), but I’m being made to work
double shifts as the season comes upon us (AKA; gotta
clean house, gotta get everything up and ready,
despicably heavy course load a double-major entails and so on…) and thus find
hardly any time to write.