|Keeper of the Cocks (torino10154) wrote in loveandwar,|
@ 2008-03-15 11:00:00
FIC: Tales From a Tent; Snarry; NC-17
Title: Tales From a Tent: A Thousand Arabian Nights or Could You Repeat That Please?: Camping Done Right also known as Erecto: How to Get It Up Without Even Trying
Authors: gryffindorj and torino10154
Fandom/Pairing/Prompt: Harry Potter; Harry Potter/Severus Snape; Egypt
Summary: Harry and Snape take a trip to Egypt. Bill shows them the sights. They give him a performance.
Disclaimer: They are not ours. Everything HP belongs to JKR.
Highlight for Warnings: *PWP, anal, Top!Harry, Bottom!Snape, Voyeur!Bill (well, aurally) *
Beta: Thank you to alwaysasnapefan. Any mistakes that remain are our own. Written for ides_of_march
Bill looked down from the top of dune at the two horses racing up to meet him. Harry crested the hill first; his emerald eyes bright with victory, even more so from the bright desert sun which had tanned his skin a deep bronze. Snape was only moment behind on his own black horse. Everything Snape wore was black, even his agal which held his keffiyeh in place. His face was mostly covered save for his black eyes which glittered in the Sahara sun. Harry looked over at him, his eyes crinkling, suggesting the grin that hid behind his covered mouth.
"Lost by quite a bit," he crowed at Snape. Snape narrowed his eyes and removed the fabric covering his mouth before he spoke.
"Your steed will soon tire if you continue to ride him so hard," he warned. Bill coughed to cover a laugh as Harry replied.
"He likes it. He's used to the work," Harry patted the neck of his own brown horse. "'Sides camp is right over there. He can get some rest." Harry pointed to the group of tents nestled in the small valley created by the dunes.
"Last one there keeps watch," Bill said turning his horse toward the camp.
"Bloody competitive Gryffindors," Snape drawled. Harry and Bill laughed as they took off towards camp; Snape was quick in his pursuit of them.