The Journey Cycle Pt 2: New Zealand (pt 2 complete

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Typical Hermione, “Have you got books there that you can give him? Or shall I....?” Harry chuckled, “I think we’ve got: Hogwarts: A History, propping up the bed but a couple of first year texts might be a blast, but the guy needs a wand and some training. I’m on my honeymoon, not recreating Hogwarts for one guy”. Hermione’s tone was strict, “Now, come on, Harry, you can’t just leave him high and dry. At least take him to see a magical location somewhere over there, see if it is visible to him, then, if it is, take him shopping. Wear a glamour or something. I must confess to knowing absolutely nothing of wizarding affairs there, but I’ll have a look for you if you like. What did you think of Christine’s work on the curse?”

This brought Harry up short, in truth, he hadn’t paid it much mind, letting the Sammy issue crowd out his head and admitted as much to her. “I think I’m more confused than ever. At first look, it wasn’t a curse at all, it was a fucking speech, in Parseltongue at that. I’ll have to go into it in more detail at a later date, but it leaves more questions than it answers. The work was brilliant, by the way, your colleague did a friggin’ excellent job and be sure to thank her from me, but I’m left more confused.

There was a long silence at her end, “Okaaay, hadn’t thought of that at all. We thought he cast this illness on Draco and Remus, right? So what was that yellow light all about? It hit both of them fair and square. Oh, fuck, back to the drawing board I suppose”, he could hear the sigh cross continents. “Hey, ‘Mione, don’t despair, that was really useful to know. There’s bits of him still in storage isn’t there?” She affirmed. “So, get them to run a muggle AIDS tox-screen just in case we missed anything physical. Maybe Neville could do it. If he had it, it’ll show up plain as day I’m told. At least, if that is the case, it could make another thing to discredit the bastard. One of the things that keeps coming back to me about that night, was how fucking easy it all was. Okay, we had to dodge our fair share of hexes and take down Death-Eaters, but out of a potential, how many? Two hundred? More? Why were there only sixteen around him? He knew our troops weren’t that big and the main object was to get me close to him for the coup de grace, but in retrospect, it was too damned easy, and in the light of that.......”, he drifted off. He loved to bounce things off his ‘sister’.

She broke the silence, “That’s a bloody good idea. At some point, could you send me an exact transcription, or as exact as you can, of the actual words he spoke? I know it means sitting in front of the thing for hours, but if you get a rainy day or something...”, she let the request hang, he was on his honeymoon after all, but damn it, she had done so much work to get this far for him that it would be churlish to refuse. “Yeah, course I will. Is there any rush for it?. It may not be for a few days at least. There’s a lot going on, the festival starts today”. He heard her laughter, “Take your time, accuracy is more important than speed. Anyway, enjoy your new, what? Brother? Cousin? God-cousin?” Harry laughed in reply, “He’s a nice guy, have you seen the pictures I sent you yet? “Sorry, haven’t had time. I will though, have fun and we’ll speak soon”.

Harry was thoughtful as he walked back to Bessie. Sammy tried to catch his eye but saw his expression and backed off. Plenty of time to talk later. He didn’t want to crowd the man, but he wanted to know so much and why he kept having dreams of otters and why he would wake soaked to the skin and a whole host of other things. For now, though, the first set of races were about to begin and at a yell from his partner, they headed off to the lower field.

Harry and Severus stayed behind for a while after the others had left. Harry had to run Bessie’s engine to recharge the batteries and preferred to do it when the sound wasn’t a nuisance. Mike had ribbed him and told him not to be so British, “The sound of a well-tuned engine is a joy to hear. You’re mistaking us for posh campsites, mate. Wait ‘til the races start, then we’ll hear some noise”, before sauntering in the direction of said sounds.

Which were indeed prodigious. Leaving Bessie’s engine purring, Harry dug out the binoculars and they wandered to the edge of the field where others had elected to watch the proceedings instead of joining the melee at the edges of the lower field.

Harry watched for a minute before feeling a tug on his jeans leg, he glanced down to see Rosie seated on the ground with another woman at her side, “Hey, lend us a go o’ your binnies, mate”. Harry roughly translated, “Oh, right, the binoculars”, and handed them to her, she plastered them to her eyes before commencing to yell enthusiastically, “Go, Frankie, ya ole bastard!!!”, as the starting pistol went and ten bikes roared around the track. She handed them back, “He’ll lose as usual, but he’s always in it”. Harry lifted the glasses to his eyes, “Oh, I see him. Shit!, he’s just been overtaken……, ooooh, ouch, I bet that hurt”, as he saw Frank take a near miss scrape against another machine.

He was riveted. Severus smiled and put his arm around Harry’s waist. His attention wasn’t on the race but on Harry’s lively face and mercurial expression as he watched each crash, each mishap and cheered Frank on. Severus stood slightly behind Harry so as not to disturb his view before dipping his head slightly and burying his nose and mouth in Harry’s neck and hair. As he watched, Harry canted his head over slightly to allow more access. He loved Severus being sexy with him in public. He held up the binoculars, “Here, d’you want a look?” and turned with a grin, “No”, came an answering growl low enough that only Harry could hear, “Just want you, you gorgeous creature”. Harry laughed and turned fully into his husband’s arms, “Oh, you do, do you? Hmmm, what can be done about that, eh? Or should I make you wait while I watch some more races?”

Harry tipped his head and was rewarded by a deep sensual kiss that made at least one of them moan before Severus pulled away, “Nah, I just wanted a kiss, like this, out and proud. Love you, my Harry. You stay here and watch some more. From what you said, it sounds as if Frank needs all the encouragement he can get. I’m going for a quiet read. Give me the keys and I’ll turn the engine off while I’m about it, she’s probably run long enough by now”. Harry kissed him again and turned back to the action. As he walked away, Severus looked back to see Rosie standing beside his man and the two of them deep into conversation waving their arms and the binoculars around. Severus smiled to himself as he let himself into the van, turned off the engine and took his book outside for a quiet session on his own. He cracked a beer, snagged a snack and settled down to an afternoon’s peace and quiet. Relatively speaking.

He popped the cap on his beer and took a drink, he opened his book but found he was unable to concentrate, his mind drifting to Harry as usual these days. He sat out in the sun on their configured deckchair and let his eyes close as his book slipped to the ground ignored.

A shadow across his eyes made him open them, to find the object of his dreams and fantasies standing over him with a slight smile and his hands on his hips staring down at him. “Hello, you”, Harry murmured gently then came over to Severus dropping to his knees beside him. The dull roar of the races was still in the air as Harry took his lover in his arms and kissed his sleepy mouth, “Couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss”, murmured Harry, his green eyes sparkling in the bright light. Severus sat up and threw his arms around Harry, “I did only mean a kiss, my Harry. You’re not obliged to stay joined to me at the hip you know”. Harry chuckled, “Oh, no, you don’t, Mrs P. Anyway, Frank lost in the end, he made it through to the third heat but was knocked out in the semi-finals so I came back to see you to find you dozing in the sun. You are so beautiful when you’re asleep”, he leaned in for another kiss, one that meant it this time, “And I fancied a bit of a siesta with my gorgeous husband. Are you game?”

Severus smiled as he licked Harry’s lips, “Like I can bloody resist you. As if!”, he moaned again as Harry sucked lightly on the tip of his tongue before he plunged it again into the warmth and wetness that was Harry’s mouth. Needing no further encouragement, Harry dragged Severus to his feet and they were soon hustling each other back into the van between fevered kisses and suggestive shoves, hands everywhere. The door shut with a decisive click and in his fever, Severus quickly cast a silencing charm. The way he was feeling this afternoon, he wanted to make Harry howl.

In no time at all, they were undressed. Severus looked upon Harry hungrily, licking his lips at the wanton sight before him, at Harry’s solid cock pointing towards him as Harry knelt up on the bed and stretched his arms over his head in a gesture of invitation. Severus dived on him, pushing him over backwards and soon had his arms full of passionate, loving Harry. Severus squeezed him hard around his middle forcing Harry to gasp and kissed him harder before letting his hands loose on all that luscious flesh below him, following hands with mouth and tongue.

When Harry had his mouth free for a moment, he drew away slightly, looking deep into passion-filled stormy eyes, “Wow, what’s got into you, then, O love of my life? Not that I’m complaining....”, his sentence was cut short by more kisses as he was spread and prepared. Severus was poised over him, ready to enter and he gazed into loving green eyes before making that first push that made Harry draw in breath hurriedly and tilt his hips. Severus entered him so slowly despite Harry’s trying to encourage him with feet pushing under his bum cheeks but Severus was relishing every expression of lust that flitted across Harry’s face as he filled him and he couldn’t help the deep groan that escaped as he was fully seated inside his love. He started to move, small slow thrusts to make Harry fully relax around him, then more vim and energy as the age old dance sped up. Harry refused all touches to his cock pulling Severus down on top of him instead and let their bellies do the work of rubbing him between them. He wanted the slow build today and Severus seemed more than happy to proceed like this, so they made love slowly and sensuously with no rush, exchanging kisses that became sloppier, the more inflamed they were. Their climaxes were not earth-shattering but were deep and loving and connected and oh, so satisfying, Harry soaking their bellies and tightening around Severus’ length, as, with one last thrust, he was as deep as he could go before he let go completely and filled his love over and over before collapsing on top of him with a sated laugh.

They stayed that way until Harry had to get Severus’ weight off him and he rolled them until they were lying side by side facing each other and all tangled up. They kissed and loved and talked quietly for a while. Harry had a small feeling that Severus was just a mite jealous over his developing friendship with Sammy but he laughed it off, Severus was the only man for him and he let him know it with kisses and sweet murmurings, stroking his face and body as they got their breath back and made ready for round two.

~~~~~~~WS (explicit)~~~~~

They staggered to the shower and washed each other clean before Harry lost his hard-on citing the need for a piss. Severus shrugged eloquently and thrust his own hard cock at Harry, “So do it, baby”, he murmured in his rich voice that made Harry shiver to hear. He had to concentrate on willing away his hard-on again before Severus felt the hot stream over his balls and running down his legs. He looked down as Harry wanked him as he pissed over his cock before pressing his lover against the wall and kissing him senseless, “You are such a dirty boy, whatever shall I do with you?”, he purred lecherously.

On a whim, he sat down on the closed toilet seat and with a yank that made Harry squawk, turned him over his knee and started to paddle his behind pretty hard, “This is for being a dirty little boy, my Harry”, he punctuated each word with a sound slap and was soon feeling Harry’s rock-hard cock digging into his thigh and was being begged, “Oh, god, Sev, yessss, take me, smack me. I’m so dirty. Let me suck you” and other less coherent babblings. Severus pushed Harry off him and down onto his knees on the tiles, “Open your pretty mouth, you dirty slut”. Harry obeyed, eagerly, his eyes never leaving Severus’.

The man opened his legs wide and played loosely with his own balls whilst contemplating his lover on the floor at his feet, then took his thick length in his hand and took aim, pissing all over Harry’s face and hair, aiming for his mouth, “Drink me, slut”, he commanded and Harry brought his mouth under the stream and lapped him up. Severus was quite astonished how much the sight of his pissing in Harry’s mouth was arousing him and after he shook off the final drips, he commanded his lover to, “Clean me, bitch, and make a good job of it, then I might let you fuck me, if you’re a good boy”. The end of the sentence was bitten off as Harry took Severus down into his throat and hummed as he sucked him. In minutes, he had Severus shouting his release to Bessie’s roof as he swallowed every drop of his beloved’s creamy come.

When he recovered the use of his legs, Severus stood and commanded Harry to step up onto the little shelf that he had built in around the shower pan, a recent innovation that enabled them to fuck standing up as the extra height took care of their height differences and turned his back to his husband, “All right, I relent, you gave me an excellent blow-job, now fuck me like you mean it, bitch, or you sleep on the sofa tonight”. Harry obliged happily, readying his lover and entering him hard, giving him a thoroughgoing good fuck, making Severus shout out again as he came all over the wall of the shower before a last slam into his body and his arse was filled to accompany the loud cry from behind him and the bite on his shoulder.

They shook slightly as they cleaned each other, “God, Sev, you evil bastard, I love it when you go all butch and commanding on me. Was I a good boy?” Harry peeked out bashfully from under his lashes. Severus took him in his arms, “You are a very good dirty boy and I love you beyond reason”. Harry chuckled as he bent to lick a nipple, “So I get to sleep in bed with you?” Severus laughed aloud, “Of course you do. I’d miss you too much if you weren’t there. I was only messing about”.

~~~~~~~~WS (end)~~~~~~~~~~~~

The look Harry shot him was far from sheepish even while he tried to look the picture of innocence, “I wouldn’t mind, you know, if you wanted to order me about a bit more, sometimes”. Severus held him close, “I don’t mind in play, Harry, but I don’t want to be your Dom. You are my equal and I don’t want the balance tipping in favour of either of us, though as you have no doubt established, I love to play, but apart from the odd tying-up or paddling, I have no intent on causing you any pain whatsoever and if major pain turns you on, then we may have to think of an alternative because the thought of really hurting you sickens me, Harry. I have had enough pain in my life to last forever when I was part of the Death-Eaters and I have no wish to revisit those scenarios, they revolted me, the amount of pain visited on those poor victims. Some of it was downright sadistic and there was really no reason for it other than Voldemort’s sick gratification. I have had to watch as Lucius and he skewered this one poor boy, he can’t have been more than fourteen, Lucius up his arse, Voldemort in his mouth and whoever wanted to watch wanking over the poor lad’s face, but it was when he started cutting slices off the boy that my gorge rose then at the moment he came in the lad’s mouth, he slit both his nostrils so the lad was inhaling his own blood and choking on his dick at the same time. Ugh, horrible”.

Harry held him as they dried off in front of the stove which Severus lit with his wand, then Harry led them both to bed for a nap. He snuggled down on Severus’ chest, nuzzling the crisp black chest hair with his nose as he did so, “Okay, Sev, I don’t want you to be a Dom or anything, but I did love you calling me dirty slut in that magnificent voice of yours. Turns me on like you wouldn’t believe. This is what it’s all about, love, we push at each other’s boundaries a bit and if it gets uncomfortable, then we back off, simple as that. Don’t forget, my sex life was very vanilla before you and I got together and I don’t have the nastier memories that you obviously have, love. Never be afraid to say that something isn’t to your taste. By the same token, you can always try new ideas out on me. I want to go as far as I can with you, but I want you very much ‘there’ with me. Perhaps we should have safe words or something. Isn’t that the way it’s done?”

Severus slapped Harry’s arse playfully as he gathered him close, “Well I think so, though my own sex life has been pretty tame until you, you saucy little wanton. I’ll think of a word and let you know in due course, but for now I fancy a quiet nap in the arms of the man I married”, he yawned for emphasis and in the manner of yawns, Harry copied him moments later. A soft knock sounded on Bessie’s door a short while later but they were both oblivious by then. Nothing could be heard inside Bessie except the light crackle of the log in her stove and the soft snores of her occupants.

It was fully dark and somewhat cooler outside as they emerged later on, the last remnants of the evening meal were being cleared away except for the pan at the edge of the fire. Frank hailed them with a laugh, “Didn’t hear the knock, guys?” Severus smiled, “Nah, we had a bit of a siesta”, then stretched, rubbing his eyes. Mike snickered, “Dinner’s stew tonight, cooked with my own fair hands. I insisted on saving you some. Afternoon shagging makes for hungry men so tuck in, it’s still hot”.

Harry and Severus sat around the fire with the others and wolfed down their meal. Mike was right, afternoon sex did give one an appetite. They listened to lively tales of the races as they ate and the sound of a band tuning up drifted up from the lower field. After their meal, Severus washed up, Harry dried and the whole troop set off again for the lower field to listen to the evening’s entertainments. During the course of the night, the others greeted many and various friends as they wandered by and sometime late in the evening a man, Jack, and his boyfriend, Wally, were greeted effusively by their companions. Sammy hissed at Harry and Severus, “Did you guys mention that you wanted some gear? Well, Jack’s a bit of a grower and he has some for sale”. Harry and Severus were introduced and vouched for and a little swift business was conducted.

Harry rolled a blunt and sat against Severus as he smoked, sharing the blunt with his beloved, this weed was a whole order of magnitude better than their first score and along with cold beer purchased from various folk wandering around with ice barrels on wheels passing among the audience, a very convivial evening was had by all. Sammy had made no real efforts to talk to Harry and Severus but he stayed friendly enough, confiding to them that he was still very confused about the day before but he was still processing the information. He knew he had a barrel-load of questions he wanted to ask, but needed a day or so to sort it all out in his head. Harry fully understood and said so, “You know, we can still stay in touch, even after this rally, we have phones and e-mail and stuff. If we don’t get round to it straight away, then we can always answer questions later on, there’s no rush. My best girlie mate in England will be sending me some books and stuff for you, so we’ll have to stay in touch. Don’t worry we won’t totally desert you and if we do nothing else, then we can tell you where the magical locations are and maybe she can put you in touch with someone who is prepared to train you a bit. I’ll call her again tomorrow”, to receive murmured thanks from Sammy and Jed.

The first band that played that night was a covers band but they weren’t bad all in all. The next act was a comedienne with dreadlocks down to her knees and piercings all over her face. She was pithy, funny and poked fun at all the posturing of straight bike clubs that made the assembled company howl with laughter. She ended her set with a rousing cry of, “LET’S HEAR IT FOR QUEER BIKERS”, to a roar from the crowd accompanied by the sound of gunned engines and airhorns.

The next act was a full-on drag and her partner doing kitschy routines to various popular songs, not quite as funny as the comedienne to Harry’s way of thinking but amusing nonetheless. There was a short break and the guys all got a few more beers in. Harry realised as he staggered slightly that he was really rather drunk. When Severus, his arm around him, not only stumbled but sniggered, then Harry knew his husband was too.

The next band on were a Queen tribute band. “C’mon, let’s get to the front. These’re good”, yelled Jed before disappearing into the crowd. Severus turned and grinned at Harry, “Used t’be right into Queen in m’teens, le’ss go give ‘em a look”. Harry was loving this side of his husband. He caught the slight flush and the brightness of his eyes, planted a kiss on his cheek and said, “Let’s go before the front of stage area fills up”. The field really was quite crowded and Harry had a feeling that more than just the festival goers were here tonight, but the atmosphere was good. There was beer being consumed and the smell of grass was everywhere.

The band came out on the stage in a dramatic fashion. The whole band were really good, from the rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody to the costumes. Harry, not particularly a Queen fan, was concentrating mainly on the rest of the crowd and particularly his husband, who knew all the words, all the arm waves, which he did with his bottle in his hand though he never spilled a drop, his other around Harry’s shoulders and, hiding his smirk, Harry thought, “The love of my life is completely off his head and having the time of his life”. He felt warm all over and joined in “We are the Champions” with as much off-key verve as his beloved.

It was as they were staggering up to their campsite that Severus stopped dead and blinked several times in the low light cast by fires, “Fuck!. I’m completely hammered”, he exclaimed, then chuckled. Harry, equally inebriated just giggled until Severus pulled him into a teeth-clicking kiss which after a bit of adjustment became extremely passionate. They ignored all the jocular, ‘get a room’s’ that flew at them but didn’t let hands wander too far. And then it was over, both of them leering at each other and panting, “Fuck! Sev! Getting a room sounds like a good idea”, Harry gasped.

Severus looked at Harry intently wearing a slight smile, “I’m going to eat you alive”, he murmured in a voice that went straight to Harry’s groin bypassing all his higher brain functions. They couldn’t tear their eyes away until Harry broke the spell and half-dragged his husband up the rest of the hill to catcalls of, “G’wan, give ‘im one from me”, and, “I bet the little one’s the top. It’s always the titches”. Harry smirked at this and turned to see from whence it came, then saw the sheer size of the guy and remarked to his husband, casually, “I could always go over and nut him in the ‘nads”, through his teeth accompanied by a sweet smile, that made Severus crack up laughing and Harry dragged them both off until they collapsed against Bessie’s door still chuckling and getting their breath back.

Severus pinned Harry to the door holding his wrists either side of his head, leaning in to kiss him, “Maybe, kiss, you should buy me...kiss, a little collar or something, kiss, you know, kiss, something for the dressing up box, kiss”. Harry started at this, “You want me to Dom you?”. Severus shrugged as he continued to lick Harry’s jaw, “Maybe we could, ah, fuck....you know, just playing, like driving with butt plugs in, just games. Not all the time, just, you know...”.

Harry grinned and pushed Severus away slightly, glancing around, there was no-one at their site yet but themselves and the fire had long since gone out, “So”, he drawled in a low voice, “If I ordered you to your knees right this moment, ordered you to take your cock out, then pissed all over it, you’d just let me?” Severus said, “It’s all in the asking”, he was grinning slightly. Harry knew that shouting out orders would definitely not work with this man, not to mention they were still outside on a crowded campsite.

Thoughtfully, he unlocked the van door and turned to go in, extending a hand to his lover and dragging him in by his shirtfront. They both staggered up the steps and Severus banged the door shut while Harry arranged light, then flopped on the bed toeing off his shoes. Severus leaned on the unlit stove and glanced at Harry who had a smile on his face. Severus breathed deep and sank his head in his hands.

“It’s just this little scenario, laugh if you will, but I picture you in these ridiculously short denim shorts with ties up the front, half-undone, oh, I’ll make you a pair from an old pair of jeans, and then you order me about, but I’m fully, er, dressed up, make-up, the lot, and you, er, whack me and tell me I’m doing it all wrong, oh, shit, I shouldn’t be....oh, god, I’m drunk”, he ran out of steam.

Harry thought the idea had merit and tried hard not to laugh, more because of his beloved’s bravery in coming out with this, he loved him a bit more right then. He stood and went over to him, throwing his arms around him, “Lover, I’m up for it, but I want you in those really wide-legged knickers and a little skirt thingy. I have this one where you stand over me in those heels and I can see all the way up those beautiful legs of yours right up your knickers, then you pull out your cock, through the leg and piss all over me, then I get to paddle you for making me all dirty. Make the shorts, I’ve got an old pair of jeans I’ll donate to this little cause”. By now, Harry had Severus’ face in his hands and was looking him straight in the eye, before tipping his head and kissing him. Severus moaned and grabbed Harry hard, pulling them closer, Harry straddling his crossed legs, winding his arms around Severus’ neck.

As they came out of the kiss, Severus’ head tipped forward onto Harry’s shoulder. Harry nudged him slightly, “Come on, you. You’re not fit for anything more than sleep. Have one of your potions tonight, you won’t feel so ghastly in the morning”. Severus mumbled something incoherent. “Sorry, Sev. Say again?” Severus lifted his head and bleared at him, strands of hair falling across his eyes, “I said, ‘Yuk, I hate the taste of that shite and have we got some honey to take it with?” Harry howled laughing at this, “F’fuck’s sake! Severus Potter-Snape, you old fraud, can’t stand even stand the taste of your own potions?” Harry shook his head and relinquished Severus to loll slightly as he hunted it down.

Gods, it really was disgusting! Harry took one as well as forcing one between Severus’ reluctant teeth, then fed them both a spoon of honey each to take the taste away. Severus licked his lips exaggeratedly, “Mmm, want to spread that all over you and lick it off”. Harry grinned as he screwed on the lid of the jar, “Another night, sweetie, tonight, we can talk all we want about sex, but I reckon we may both be suffering from ye olde brewer’s droop. I suspect I’d fall asleep half-way through and that’s just tacky. Let’s go to bed”. And so they eventually did after blundering about as they made ready, curling up together under the quilt, Harry’s arms around his beloved, his lips buried in soft black hair that smelled of woodsmoke and stale beer.