Sticky Biscuit

TITLE: Sticky Biscuit
AUTHOR: Taran
PAIRING: SS/HP
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: Yes Please!!! taran_swann@yahoo.ca
DISCLAIMER: *sigh* Not mine. Some nasty, ugly, brilliant woman by the name of J.K. Rowling owns the whole Harry Potter universe. I\'m just borrowing for a while, and then I\'ll send it all back the way I found it.
SUMMARY: Harry needs a husband.
NOTES: Part of the Severus Snape Fuh-Q Fest (Bonus Scenario: Sirius must ask/beg Snape to marry (and consummate the marriage) with Harry.)
WARNINGS: This is AU and characters are somewhat OOC. This was written in a matter of a few hours so my apologies if it seems as rushed as it was! lol
BETA: Thanks to Sher, and Shah_Rhe, for all the help and speedy beta work.
ARCHIVING: The Severus Snape Fuh-Q Fest Archive until the end of the fest, then anywhere asked.


Sticky Biscuit by Taran

Ten men stood around over one little cookie. There was Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Rubeus Hagrid, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Neville Longbottom and the name of the game was Sticky Biscuit. The object was to not be the last man to ejaculate. The stakes were high.

Albus Dumbledore had decided that the only way to keep Harry safely out of the Dark Lord\'s clutches was to marry the 17 year old off, there by combining his magic with someone else\'s. The theory was that this would make it more difficult for the power hungry wizard to capture him. Since Harry was openly gay, it would have to be a man he would marry. Severus thought it was the craziest idea the old fool had ever come up with.

Sirius Black had begged and pleaded with Snape to be the one to marry his godson, as it would give him an excuse to keep a closer watch on his arch nemesis. It didn\'t seem to occur to the man that to combine their magic, the newlyweds would have to consummate the marriage as well. He seemed to think it would be a very simple, non-sexual marriage of convenience.

While Snape wasn\'t entirely opposed to sex with the teenager, he wasn\'t keen on marrying him, so the brilliant headmaster had devised a plan to find Harry a husband. Nine eligible gay men were picked and a game chosen. The game itself had been Harry\'s own idea. Snape was sure he just wanted to check out his future husband\'s equipment. Harry was to participate as well. Whoever was the last to masturbate himself to completion would be the one to marry Harry Potter. If Harry himself was last, he would remain single and a new protection plan would have to be devised.

Snape rolled his eyes as Madame Hooch, the referee, instructed the men to disrobe. He knew he was in trouble. He had never been able to get an erection in front of a woman. It didn\'t matter in the least that Hooch was a lesbian or that she was more masculine than he was. She was still a woman.

Snape nearly laughed out loud as he saw the older men suddenly turn shy while the younger ones strutted like proud peacocks. Looking around the room, his eyes bugged out as he saw Hagrid drop his drawers. The half-giant was hung like a full blooded giant. Snape didn\'t know whether to be intimidated by the man\'s size or excited by it. He felt his cock give a little twitch, but it wasn\'t enough to get past Hooch\'s presence. Snape wasn\'t the only one to have noticed Hagrid\'s extravagant endowment.

\"Hagrid!\" Harry cried. \"If you lose you\'d better be prepared to be a solid bottom!\" He laughed good-naturedly with the rest of the room. Everyone except Snape, of course. His mind was rolling over what Harry had said. Snape preferred the bottom, personally. Now that Harry had essentially admitted to being a top, the possibilities were jumping enthusiastically in his head.

Harry\'s well-formed, athletic body was merely a few feet from his own toned frame. Snape allowed his eyes to skim over the surface like a water beetle over the lake, touching softly, but not disturbing. As his gaze settled between Harry\'s legs, his breath caught in his throat and his arse twitched hungrily.

Harry was beautiful. Fully hard, he was not overly long or thick, just perfect as far as Snape was concerned. He licked his lips subconsciously and felt his desires begin to stir. He groaned inwardly. If he kept staring at the young man, he\'d be finished before the game even started. He was thankfully pulled away from his thoughts.

\"Sirius Black and Remus Lupin!\" Madame Hooch yelled over the laughter. \"There will be NO cheating! Unhand each other immediately!\" She stormed up to where the lovers were standing pressed together, each holding the other\'s hard cock in their hand.

\"But Hooch,\" Black whined. \"I can\'t win... err, lose this game. I\'m not going to marry my godson and neither is Remus!\"

\"I don\'t care! Rules are rules and you\'ll follow them like everyone else!\"

The two men sighed and shared a regretful look. Snape realised that he wouldn\'t have to worry about competing with them. They didn\'t want to win any more than he had when he\'d first entered the room. Now the idea of winning was making it hard not to get an erection. Snape glanced around the room. All the younger men were sporting full erections and looking lustfully at Potter. Snape gave a little sigh of relief. Young hormones would last long in a masturbation competition.

As Hooch was positioning the men around the tiny biscuit on the floor, Snape caught Potter\'s eye. They stared at each other for a full minute before Potter blushed and turned away. Snape\'s cock jumped to full hardness at the adorableness of the blush.

\"All right, men,\" Hooch said loudly, as though addressing the entire Quidditch stadium. \"When I blow the whistle, hands on your cocks and they don\'t come off till you do!\"

Several of the teenagers laughed and prepared themselves for the task ahead. Severus attempted a steadying breath but it came out as more of a low moan. Standing directly across from, with an excellent view of, his desire was going to be a big hindrance. Hooch gave a short toot on her whistle and the game began.

Neville Longbottom was the first to orgasm. It was less than five minutes into the competition when Snape heard the young man\'s gasp, then saw a fine line of semen hit just left of the cookie. He heard Gregory Goyle grunt loudly, immediately followed by Vincent Crabbe. Snape always suspected there was something between them and was not surprised when he saw the two spent teenagers collapse together and began a very thorough snogging session.

Sirius Black and Remusin win were next to fall. They climaxed simultaneously with loud animal howls, spilling their seed on the already wet cookie. They too made themselves comfortable on the floor and started kissing.

Snape was trying to go slow, but seeing and hearing and smelling the sex in the room was making it difficult for him. He tried closing his eyes to avoid looking at Potter, but the images that flashed across his eyelids made it worse. Watching Hagrid work his large tool didn\'t help either. It only made him want to compare it to Potter\'s perfect penis.

Snape glanced at Draco Malfoy standing next to him. He was eying Potter hungrily. The thought of a Malfoy touching Potter\'s beautiful body was enough to make Snape angry and repulsed, lowing his aching erection by several notches. He held on to that anger as long as he could. He wouldn\'t let Malfoy win and take his Harry.

Cautiously, Snape leaned over slightly, making sure Hooch was looking the other way. He blew a warm path of air onto the young Malfoy\'s neck, causing him to gasp loudly and add his juices to the cookie. He gave an angry look to his Potions professor but Snape had already turned to watch Ron Weasley as he shot his load, eyes fixed on Draco Malfoy. Hagrid gave a mighty yell and followed suit, as well.

It was between Snape and Harry now. With a small seductive smile, Snape stepped closer to Harry. When they were a mere two feet apart, Snape leaned forward and whispered in his softest voice, \"I want you.\" That was all it took for the young man to give in and pump his seed all over the floor and Snape\'s chest. Just as Snape started orgasm as well, Harry dropped to his knees in front of him and swallowed his pulsing cock and its fluids. Not a drop was wasted.

Snape\'s obsidian eyes never left Harry\'s face as he got down on his knees as well. He scooped up the soaked biscuit and placed it in his mouth. Smiling around the cookie, he pulled Harry\'s mouth to his, sharing the win/lose prize with his future husband.