The Fountain 17/?
Title: The Fountain 17/? Author: Eriador117 Pairing: Snape/Harry Rating: Adult Warnings: I am not putting warnings as I do not want to give away the plot (and I don't know quite what is going to happen yet ;) Everyone is over 18. Summary: Non-magic AU. Severus Snape is a world renowned archaeologist and needs student volunteers for his new project. What the students and Snape don't know is what it is they are searching for and Lord Thomas Riddle intends to keep it that way... Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse; I just play in it from time to time Beta'd by Rakina, thanks so much :)
"How did it feel, Harry?" Hermione asked, as ever always curious to know about new experiences.
They were all settled in Ron and Hermione's hotel room to catch-up in private after they'd all had dinner with the others. Harry had been sitting opposite Severus and even though both of them tried to avoid looking at each other, they seemed to draw each other in anyway. Harry had wondered if anyone besides Ron and Hermione knew they were together and if Severus would get in trouble over it with the Foundation. Not that he was going to give Severus up either way, but at the same time he didn't want to get him into any bother.
"Weird. You know sometimes as you fall asleep you feel like you're falling even though you're already lying down?"
Hermione and Ron both nodded so Harry continued his tale. "I felt like I was dreaming the whole time. Sometimes I could hear people talking, other times it was just a complete blank and I didn't know where I was or what had happened. It wasn't frightening though. I suppose it was a bit like those dreams where you know you're dreaming and you try and convince yourself to wake up, but it was so difficult to open my eyes so after a while I didn't even try."
"Well, you must have kept trying," said Hermione. "Otherwise you wouldn't have woken up at all. If I wasn't doing History, I might have studied medicine. There are so many things we don't know. A lot of doctors think patients won't ever wake up from comas but some people do. Why them and not the others? It's fascinating, isn't it?"
"I'm just glad I did wake up," said Harry. "But it wasn't me; it was the nurse who brought me back. She kept talking to me and made other people talk to me as well. I knew I wasn't alone."
Hermione sniffled a bit and hunted on the bedside cabinet for a tissue to wipe her eyes. "We're glad you did too, Harry."
"You're not alone anymore," said Ron with a broad grin. "You're with Snape. Sharing a room, eh? Have you done the deed yet?"
Hermione punched him lightly on the arm. "Ron! You can't ask him that!"
Harry blushed, but the truth was, he wanted to talk to someone before he made a complete fool of himself with Severus. "Um, Hermione, can I talk to Ron alone for a bit?"
"All right. I'll go and see if Luna wants to go for a walk on the beach; you two behave yourselves."
"Yes, Mum," said Ron with a straight face. Hermione threw a pillow at him before stalking out with her head held high.
"So, Harry, what's on your mind?" Ron lay down on his stomach and supported his chin on his hands.
"When you say 'the deed', what exactly do you mean?"
"You know, sex."
"Does - um - does a blowjob count as sex?" Harry asked, still blushing madly.
"Blimey!" Ron goggled at him. "You gave him a blowjob? I didn't think you'd feel comfortable doing that yet, Harry."
"No, he gave me one."
"He did? What was it like?"
"It was amazing," Harry said, smiling in reminiscence. "I've never felt anything like it. And Severus, he was so forceful."
Ron shot up from the bed. "Harry, did he hurt you?" Ron demanded, indignant on Harry's behalf.
"No, no, I don't mean it like that. He was all 'you're mine', that sort of thing. I liked it. I like belonging to him. I've never really belonged to anyone before." Harry paused, uncertain if he should even mention it. "Aunt Petunia came to visit me at the hospital."
"What did she want?"
"She wanted me to move back to Surrey. She made me feel guilty just for being alive when my mother wasn't. I don't know why they ever took me in anyway. It wasn't as if they loved me."
"You're not going back to live with them, are you?"
"No, I'm never going back there. She was just trying to make me feel guilty enough to go back, but I'm not falling for that again." Harry shook his head. "Enough about them. So does a blow-job count as sex?"
Ron flushed. "Erm, I suppose it's a type of sex, but that wasn't what I meant."
"What did you mean, then?"
"I think you should ask Snape, Harry. I'm not really the one to talk to about it."
"Okay, I think I will."
***
When Harry returned to their shared hotel room later that night, Severus surprised him by kissing him soundly as soon as Harry was through the door. "I've missed you," Severus whispered into his hair after their kiss.
"I was only gone half an hour," said Harry, smiling.
"Half an hour without you in it is like a lifetime."
Harry felt his eyes prickle, no one had ever said such things to him before and it took a bit of getting used to. Severus cupped Harry's face in his hands and kissed him again, his hands skimming down Harry's back and sides. It felt good and Harry was reluctant to pull away, but he needed to talk first, for Ron's reticence on male sex was worrying him a bit. Harry moved away, giving Severus one last kiss as he did so. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Of course you can," replied Severus. "Is something bothering you?" Severus sat down on one of the beds and patted his knee. Harry grinned and clambered onto Severus' lap, resting his head on Severus' shoulder.
"What's on your mind, Harry?" Severus caressed Harry's cheek and Harry almost purred in contentment. "You can talk to me about anything."
"I know, it's just some things are difficult to talk about. I've told you a bit about my relatives, how they were very strict. When I say strict, I mean very strict. They never told me anything about sex and I'm worried that I won't know what to do. I asked Ron if a blow-job counted as sex and he got all flustered and said I should ask you." Harry turned around and stared at Severus. "There is something else, isn't there?"
"Harry, there are lots of different ways for people to feel pleasure together, some people would indeed regard those as sex and then again some people would only regard one particular act as sex. I think your friend was probably referring to anal sex between men."
"Anal? You don't mean up the bum?" Harry asked, horrified.
"That is indeed what I meant, but not everyone enjoys that."
"I wouldn't think anyone would enjoy that!"
Severus smirked knowingly. "You'd be surprised."
"Really?"
"Really. Stand up and take off your trousers and underwear for me. I'd like to show you something."
"Not - not inside," Harry said with more conviction than he felt, for whenever Severus touched him intimately it seemed to wash away any misgivings he had.
"No, not unless you want me to," Severus promised.
Harry slid off his lap to remove his clothes, glad that the curtains were closed and the only lights on were the reading lights above the bed. He was blushing by the time he'd finished and his cock was firming up against his abdomen.
Severus shifted on the bed. "Here, stand between my legs with your back to me and widen your legs a little."
Harry did as he was ordered, feeling his whole body flush with heat. How must it look to Severus with Harry wearing only a loose t-shirt and nothing on his bottom half? Harry felt very exposed like this and was glad Severus couldn't see his face. Severus reached a hand around in front of Harry and curved his hand around Harry's cock. "You wanted me to teach you. So let's have a lesson. You already know what this is, don't you, Harry?"
"My c-cock," Harry said, trying not to buck into the pressure of Severus' hand. Severus' hand felt so much better than his own.
"Indeed, there are plenty of names for it, but I love the way cock sounds coming from your mouth." Severus kissed the back of Harry's neck, making him shiver with want. "Do you know the proper term?"
"P-penis," Harry replied, feeling even naughtier at saying that than he did 'cock' for some reason.
"And here?" Severus' hand trailed lower, cupping Harry's balls.
Harry squawked and leaned back against Severus. "B-balls. Testicles," he added for good measure.
"Very good. So you do know some things. What about here?" Severus' hand moved again, a finger lightly trailing behind Harry's balls but not quite on his arse.
Harry moaned and bucked, it had felt really good but he had no idea what it was called. "I- I don't know."
"This is your perineum. It's very sensitive as you can feel." Severus stroked Harry again. "The reason for that is because there is a little gland inside your body called the prostate. It's used in sperm production and direct stimulation can make you come, which is why some men like anal sex. Also massaging it through the perineum can have that effect as well, sometimes without your cock ever being touched."
"Oh," said Harry. "So you can touch it inside?"
"Yes, but we won't do anything you're not comfortable with."
"I can't imagine that it wouldn't hurt."
"Well, it usually does, especially the first few times, but with proper preparation and being relaxed, it shouldn't hurt too badly."
Harry gasped as that wonderful feeling washed over him again, for Severus hadn't stopped stroking his perineum as they were talking. He couldn't imagine ever being relaxed enough to get anything up there.
"How are you feeling?" Severus asked. One hand skimmed underneath his t-shirt to toy with his nipple. Harry arched back against him and moaned.
"G-good, it feels so good when you touch me."
"Excellent," said Severus, his breath tickling the back of Harry's neck. Severus' hand moved again, this time to wrap firmly around Harry's cock. He bucked and writhed in Severus' arms, feeling as if he was floating somewhere near the ceiling.
"I'm going to fall!" Harry gabbled, panicked, for his knees had turned to jelly.
Severus wrapped his other arm securely around Harry's chest. "Don't worry, Harry. I've got you. I won't let you fall."
And as Severus tore the climax from him in hot, white spurts, Harry knew it was true.