How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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By the time the group pulled into the car park of the motel in Sioux Falls, Harry was more than ready to stretch his legs a bit and get back to Severus’ company. Riding with Max had not been as bad as he had feared, but the man was twice the size of Severus and Harry’s arms, shoulders, well hell, his whole body hurt from holding onto the man. Merlin, his arms felt like overcooked pasta. Max lifted the smaller man from the back of the bike and nodded to where Severus was shutting down his own bike.
“There you go Harry, go see him,” Max said as he patted the other man’s back.
Harry nodded and hurried over to his man, wrapping his arms around the man’s waist as a greeting.
“Missed you.” Was all Harry said as he felt the long, potion stained fingers of his lover stroke the backs of his hands, and then pull him close to press his face into Sev’s chest. Severus smiled.
“It didn’t feel right not having your arms around my waist.”
Severus watched as Allie quietly walked over to where Max was unloading his bike, standing before him for a moment before she spoke.
“I’m sorry Sir; I shouldn’t have behaved like that. Please forgive me?”
Max looked up from the buckle he was working on and nodded, “Of course. Now help me get these things unpacked so we can go out later.”
Apparently that was all that needed to be said between the two. Harry simply shook his head and unloaded Sev’s bike. Severus laughed as he noticed Harry’s reaction. If he wanted to examine things; the relationship he and Harry had really was not that different. If there was a disagreement, they didn’t talk it to death; they just fixed the problem and went on, but then again, neither of them was prone to typical lover’s snits.
Grant walked up to Severus and smiled at the picture the couple made, he was so glad Severus had finally found someone that could give him what he needed. He’d worried for years about his friend.
“Sev, Damon wants to know if you and Harry are going to go with the rest of us out to Greg Logan’s place for the bonfire.”
Each year Damon’s group stayed in Sioux Falls, and usually attended a bonfire and cookout given by a fellow biker out at his ranch. It was normally a good time and Severus enjoyed the open space and company of people that didn’t always expect the worst of him. He turned to Harry.
“How are you feeling Harry?”
“Not bad Severus, it sounds interesting. May we go Sir?” Harry had seen the brief smile on his Dom’s lips and knew he wanted to attend.
Severus nodded and turned back to Grant, “Tell Damon we’ll be ready in thirty minutes. I assume he wishes to leave soon?”
“Yes, and we will be waiting. Greg said he’d have someone come by with a van to pick us up. So we have a sober chauffer this year. See you in a few.” Grant went back to his lover of twenty six years to let him know the couple would be going with them.
As Damon followed Grant into their room, he sat their bags down and pulled his husband into his arms and kissed him gently. Grant closed his eyes and purred at the touches from the other man. The two leaned into each other for a long moment, just enjoying the shared space.
“He’s happy, isn’t he?” Damon asked. Grant knew he was speaking of Severus. The younger man from the United Kingdom had come to be the closest thing to a child to that they had. Although it was possible for wizards to bear children, it had proved too dangerous for Grant. After one near fatal try, Damon had put an end to all talk of children, he couldn’t live without his love and he’d come to terms with the fact he’d leave no legacy.
After years of worrying as they watched Severus arriving at their remote farm each summer, both emotionally and physically destroyed, this was a change, a change for the best. The raven haired man had changed so much just since last summer. The Severus they had known would have never joked as he is now.
Grant remembered a conversation he’d had with Severus one night, several years ago, over a bottle of scotch; the other man had sworn that his soul had died, that he was dead inside and that he didn’t deserve love or happiness. Grant had gone to Damon that night in tears, crying for the pain that Severus was slowly drowning in.
Harry it seems had not only found Severus’ soul, but had filled it with love and a sense of self worth for the ex-Deatheater. He seemed to know now that he was someone special to someone, and Grant knew how that could change a person’s outlook in life.
“He’s happy Damon. I think our little bird has found his wings.” Grant replied as he wiped at his eyes, where tears of happiness were forming for the younger couple.
“You know, I remember him sitting at the kitchen table pitching a fit about Harry when he had him as a student. I really thought he was going to use an Unforgivable a time or two on the brat.” Damon laughed as he pulled the other man down for another gentle kiss. Grant laughed with him and hugged him back tightly.
“Hard to believe he is with him now after all of that, isn’t it?”
“It is, but you know how Sev is. He’d argue with a fence post over the littlest thing. And I would bet anything that Harry is just like him.”
“Nah, Sev wouldn’t argue with it. Our boy would set the damn thing on fire and play in the ashes.” Damon laughed as he followed Grant into the shower and finished getting ready.
Two rooms down, all that could be heard was the sound of running water and a few muffled moans coming from the bathroom. Severus’ and Harry’s clothing laid strewn from just inside the door to the entrance of the bathroom where Harry was held tight against the older man’s wet chest. His eyes shut tight and his hands clenched in Severus’ hair, Harry thrust his cock against the other man’s thigh that was pressed between his thighs.
As Harry rode Sev’s leg, Severus worked three fingers deeper into Harry’s bottom, causing him to shudder and growl in pleasure.
“Oh Merlin Sev…please….” Harry’s pleas were cut off as Severus pulled him tighter against him and pressed up harder with his thigh, lifting Harry’s feet completely off the floor of the tub.
“Hush boy.” Severus rumbled as he worked his fingers in and out of Harry, feeling his inner muscles clench and twist around his fingers as he found his prostate and massaged it.
Obediently Harry snapped his mouth shut and pushed himself back on those long fingers, he could feel his bollocks climbing. He knew he was close. He clung wetly to Severus as he started to pitch forward into oblivion.
“Come Harry, come for me.” Severus commanded as he worked Harry’s gland between fingers that were buried deep inside.
With a wordless, keening cry, Harry felt his body fly apart, pearly white essence erupting from the slit of his throbbing cock. Covering Severus briefly before the hot water washed it down the drain.
Holding onto Harry, Severus slowly withdrew his fingers, feeling the young sub’s breath hiccup as he got his breathing back under control. Harry looked up into Severus’ face with wide green eyes and then laid his head back down on his lover’s chest again.
“That’s my beautiful Harry,” Severus soothed as he picked up a forgotten flannel and soaped between Harry’s tenderly used cleft, washing him clean again. He kept his leg between Harry’s thighs so that the smaller man was now sitting on him. He heard Harry sigh in contentment and continued washing his little one and then lifted him out of tub after shutting off the water.
He sat Harry down on the toilet seat long enough to wrap a towel around him and then picked him back up to carry him into the other room. There he sat him down on the bed and swiftly cast a drying charm over them both. He rummaged through their bags and pulled out clothes for both of them, dressing himself first.
As he slid Harry’s pants over his thighs, the younger man spoke his first word since he’d been told to hush.
“Master, would you like me to do something for you?”
Severus only lifted him up enough to slide the pants over his hips and answered.
“Not now Harry, I wanted to watch you come. It is truly a beautiful thing to watch.”
Harry blushed and smiled shyly, lifting his arms as Severus pulled his tank top over his head and then ran his arms through the sleeves of a short sleeved button up shirt that Sev left undone.
Severus finished dressing Harry with the pair of cargo shorts he had worn the night before, after casting a cleaning spell on them and then slid the younger man’s sandals on his feet.
Severus stayed kneeling between Harry’s legs as the two kissed and cuddled with each other, forgetting that they did have somewhere to be until they were startled by someone pounding on their door.