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Rubdown (Harry/Neville, PG-13)
Title: Rubdown
Pairing: Harry/Neville
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 203
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: Neville's feeling a little tender. Harry takes care of him.
Notes: Forcoffee_n_cocoa, who requested Neville/Harry, "tenderness".
Neville's back ached. His nose was sunburnt. His knees and ankles creaked when he moved. And he felt much older then his thirty years. He had spent the whole day in the beginning stages of planting the garden back of his and Harry's new home.
He didn't complain—he'd never really been the complaining sort—but Harry knew he was hurting, and he took it upon himself to offer Neville a full rubdown, complete with oil.
"I don't know what I could have possibly done to deserve this," Neville moaned into the pillow as Harry's sure, strong hands kneaded Neville's tender flesh.
Harry just gave a gentle laugh and worked his way lower, lower, until he was no longer massaging Neville's naked back, but his buttocks, then his thighs, working the scented oil into Neville's grateful skin.
It wasn't long before Neville went from incredibly relaxed to, well, rather excited.
"Harry," he said, rolling over onto his back, displaying his erection for Harry's delectation, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you had ulterior motives with this massage."
"And if I did?" asked Harry, already unbuttoning his shirt.
Neville grinned and watched as Harry undressed. "I wouldn't mind at all," he replied.
Title: Rubdown
Pairing: Harry/Neville
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 203
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: Neville's feeling a little tender. Harry takes care of him.
Notes: For
coffee_n_cocoa, who requested Neville/Harry, "tenderness".Neville's back ached. His nose was sunburnt. His knees and ankles creaked when he moved. And he felt much older then his thirty years. He had spent the whole day in the beginning stages of planting the garden back of his and Harry's new home.
He didn't complain—he'd never really been the complaining sort—but Harry knew he was hurting, and he took it upon himself to offer Neville a full rubdown, complete with oil.
"I don't know what I could have possibly done to deserve this," Neville moaned into the pillow as Harry's sure, strong hands kneaded Neville's tender flesh.
Harry just gave a gentle laugh and worked his way lower, lower, until he was no longer massaging Neville's naked back, but his buttocks, then his thighs, working the scented oil into Neville's grateful skin.
It wasn't long before Neville went from incredibly relaxed to, well, rather excited.
"Harry," he said, rolling over onto his back, displaying his erection for Harry's delectation, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you had ulterior motives with this massage."
"And if I did?" asked Harry, already unbuttoning his shirt.
Neville grinned and watched as Harry undressed. "I wouldn't mind at all," he replied.