Harry Potter in the Broom Shed with Knickers/Pants
Title: Before the Magic Fades
Author: sassy_cissa
Character: Harry Potter
Location: Broom shed
Object: knickers/pants
Other Characters: implied OMC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU
Word Count: 588
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, I'm just playing with them.
Author's Notes: Many thanks to my beta, to be named later, and to my darling B for staying up with me while I finished writing. Special thanks to the wonderful and talented mods in this fest.



He knew it was wrong from the moment he took the pants out of the laundry hamper in the Quidditch locker room. Yet sitting on the floor of the broom shed, it didn't seem quite so wrong. Now, in fact, it seemed rather exciting. He pulled the pants from his pocket. As he inhaled, his nostrils were filled with his aroma; dank, musky and just a hint of the aftershave that always seemed to be left behind when he walked out of a room.

Harry rubbed the pants against his crotch, loving the feeling of his prick growing hard. He slid a hand up under his jumper and teased his nipples with the soft fabric.

"Oh yes," he moaned. "Just like that."

Harry ran the edge of his thumbnail over his nipple, the sensation sending a shudder through his body. His eyes fluttered shut, closing him off from the rest of the world and allowing him to enter his fantasy.

As Harry kept the pants rubbing across his nipple, his free hand trailed down his stomach. He paused at his navel, his thumb circling it softly before plunging it inside; at the same time, he caught his nipple with the fabric, tweaking it between his thumb and forefinger. His hand moved from his navel to slide into the sparse map of hair that led into his briefs. It was soft and tickled as he ghosted his fingers over it. He could feel his erection throbbing against his trousers, straining, demanding to be released from the tight confines.

Harry cupped his prick through his clothing, rubbing, squeezing and teasing it until it was firm. In his mind, he bucked into the touch of his lover, who laughed, teasing Harry about how needy he always seemed. Harry popped his trousers open and lowered the zip, moving quickly to grasp his penis. He fisted his shaft, imagining it was his lover holding his solid length tightly in his grasp. His fingers, stroking, gliding, taunting as he ran his thumb over the fluid gathering at the tip, just hidden by his foreskin.

Quickly he pushed his trousers and briefs off, wrapping his cloth covered hand around his prick. He began to pump his hips up and down, his cock sliding easily against the soft fabric, reaching down to cup his ball sac, running his finger across his perineum.

"Please," he begged his invisible lover.

In his mind, his lover laughed and licked at the bead of fluid sliding past his foreskin and down his penis. Harry captured the moisture on his finger and lifted it to his lips, moaning in appreciation. He began to pump up and down, the fabric bunching and his movements bordering on frantic. Harry's hips bucked up each time he ran his thumb over the sensitive tip.

"So close," he murmured, "don't stop." He imagined his partner shallowly griping his prick, and he moaned at the sound of his foreskin snapping back with each downward stroke.

"Yes," Harry called out, his release pulsing across his chest and down onto the pants he still held tightly in his grip. He fell back, collapsing as his body shuddered through his orgasm.

He lay there, his breathing slowly returning to normal. Harry didn't want to open his eyes. He knew that when he did he'd be back in the broom shed, alone, with nothing but a pair of sticky pants and his fantasies about the man he could never have. "Cedric," he whispered, his eyes fluttering open — the magic was gone.