Happy Daft Day, eeyore9990! Recipient:eeyore9990 Title: Just Desserts Author:ivylady Rating: NC-17 Word Count: ~2600 Warning(s): *bottom!Snape, food sex, fluff* Prompt/Summary: Harry and Severus have been friends for ten years. Neither one realized what they had in the other until one fateful dinner. A/N: Thanks again to venturous and ladyjayvee for reading over my story and helping me polish it. I'm sorry I put you guys on the spot, but you're wonderful! Thanks a lot. Thanks again to the mods for putting on this fest and having me for another year. I really appreciate it. I apologize in advance for my rusty French. eeyore9990, I hope you enjoy!
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Friday night
Harry rushed around the kitchen trying to tidy everything.
"I'm late," he whispered under his breath as he scrubbed at a particularly stubborn stain. "Severus will never let me hear the end of it if I miss dinner again."
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Harry Potter—Vanquisher of Voldemort, the Boy-Who-Lived-to-Become-the-Man-Who-Defeated-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and head baker and owner of Potter's Pastries—was late for dinner. Every Friday for the last ten years, Harry met up with Severus Snape (who Witch Weekly happened to name the Spy-Who-Lived after his miraculous recovery from Nagini's bite and subsequent acquittal by the Wizengamot). Harry needed to talk to someone who understood everything he had endured during the war; Severus needed the company.
When Harry was at loose ends after he finished his seventh year, it was Severus who recommended he go into the Muggle world. Harry took Severus's advice and spent two years at cooking school studying to become a pastry chef. Many people thought his baking was a waste of his talents as there were no dark wizards to slay, only butter to beat.
When asked about his chosen profession, Harry simply replied, "It gives me time to think."
Severus raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
When Severus grew tired of teaching children who gaped at him and who were rather hopeless at potions, Harry suggested that Severus set up shop for himself. So he did. He gave McGonagall a semester's notice before he resigned as Head of Slytherin House and Potions Master. Minerva was not pleased to see her colleague go, but she could tell that Severus was unhappy.
With the money the Ministry paid him as compensation for his years of spying, Severus bought a small shop in Diagon Alley directly across from Slugs & Jiggers. The apothecary, called Princely Potions, took up most of Severus's time, but business was doing well. In fact, his business was going so well that Slugs & Jiggers had to move to Hogsmeade in order to survive. Severus had taken many of their customers due to the superiority of his brews.
As postwar life moved on and Severus and Harry found their niches in the world, they continued to meet for their weekly dinner. Every Friday at 7:30, Harry and Severus would convene and discuss the week's events (actually, Harry would talk while Severus listened and offered the occasional comment). They never questioned their ritual, even after Harry had made peace with the war and Severus had found his station in life. In fact, they both looked forward to it, but for different reasons: Harry because he knew Severus would listen without trying to solve his problems, and Severus because he knew Harry did not require him to talk. They just understood each other.
Harry did not know when Severus became his best friend, but he had. Harry valued Severus's opinions above anyone else's, including Ron and Hermione. His absolute trust in the older man had caused some friction in his relationships. Ron and Hermione had been hurt on several occasions when Harry had told Severus something before he told them. Harry always soothed over the misunderstandings, but he did not apologize. Ron and Hermione did not always tell him things first—they were married, so they told each other. Why should he continue to run to them with his troubles and his triumphs? Harry simply explained that he had another confidante.
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Harry shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He really had to get moving. He finished cleaning the bakery and rushed to gather his things. Just as he was about to leave, he realized that he had not checked to see if the oven alarms were set.
"I'll never get there at this rate," Harry sighed.
As he finished adjusting the ovens, Harry heard the bell on the door signaling that someone had entered the bakery.
'Damn it, I didn't lock the door,' he thought.
"I'm sorry, but we're closed," he called. "Come back tomorrow morning after 7, and we'll be happy to help you."
The person in the shop did not reply. Harry heard their footsteps moving around, as if they were browsing through the displays in the bakery.
"I hope it's not one of those people who insist on being served because they're in the store," he said to himself. "Just because I forgot to lock the door doesn't mean that we're open."
Harry glanced around the room, hoping his quick check was satisfactory. He searched his bag for his keys, hoping to usher out whoever was in the store and run to Severus's place.
"Excuse me, but we're closed," Harry stated.
"I know," a baritone voice replied.
Harry looked up from fumbling in his bag. "Severus! What are you doing here?"
"Having dinner, of course," Severus said.
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Severus saw Harry's confused look and wondered, not for the first time, if his plan was a good idea. When Harry did not show for dinner, Severus was a little upset. After all, he had prepared dinner for the two of them after working all day. The least Harry could do was be on time.
Before he could become too angry, Severus had an idea. Instead of waiting for Harry to extricate himself from whatever crisis happened at work, Severus could bring dinner to Harry. He packed up the food and headed over to Harry's bakery. As he walked down Diagon Alley, Severus began to have doubts. What if he made Harry uncomfortable? Harry was the best friend Severus had ever had, and he would hate to alienate the man over something as trivial as dinner.
It is not trivial, Severus thought to himself. It is the most important part of the week.
Severus could only hope Harry felt the same.
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"Dinner?" Harry asked, looking at the bag in Severus's hand.
"Yes, I brought dinner. I figured there was no need to waste perfectly good food just because you are determined to work yourself to death. Shall we?" questioned Severus, gesturing to the kitchen.
Harry blushed. "Of course. Come in, Severus. Let me get some plates and stuff so we can eat."
Severus went to the small table in the back of the kitchen that served as Harry's desk, taking the food and wine out of the bag. Harry came back with plates, and Severus served the food and poured the wine.
Conversation flowed easily as the two men enjoyed their meal.
"This is delicious, Severus," Harry exclaimed. "What is it?"
"Langoustines au beurre blanc avec couscous au safran," Severus told him.
"Huh?"
Severus rolled his eyes. "Lobster in butter sauce with saffron couscous."
"Oh," Harry blushed. "It's very good, Severus."
"Thank you, Harry. I have been trying other cuisines to add variety to my repertoire of dishes."
Harry ate every bit of food on his plate. "I'm stuffed. I don't think I can eat another bite."
Severus smirked wickedly. "Are you sure, Harry? I have your favorite for pudding."
"Chocolate mousse with fresh whipped cream?" Harry asked.
"Yes."
Harry groaned. "Oh, you're evil, Severus Snape. You let me stuff myself with your delicious dinner without telling me you brought my favorite treat. How can you tempt me with chocolate mousse when I'm already stuffed?"
"I guess I shall have to eat both helpings. I cannot allow my hard work to be wasted."
Severus picked up one of the parfait glasses filled with chocolate mousse and began to eat. He dipped the spoon in the fluffy chocolate confection and slowly brought it to his lips. He darted out his tongue to taste the chocolate before opening his mouth and inserting the spoonful of the treat.
Harry cleared his throat and swallowed heavily.
Severus paid him no attention. His lips slowly closed over the spoon and his eyes drifted shut as he savored the taste of the chocolate and cream. The flavors burst across Severus's tongue, and he groaned his appreciation.
Harry blushed. Severus reached for more mousse.
Harry crossed his legs. Something about the way Snape was eating the mousse was arousing him! He shifted to hide his burgeoning erection. Severus continued eating the mousse in a sensuous, almost flirtatious manner.
"Delicious," purred Severus.
Harry's face flushed an even deeper red as Severus moaned and groaned his enjoyment of the treat. Every time Severus's thin lips closed around the teaspoon, Harry imagined they were closing around his erection, surrounding him with wet warmth. When Severus licked his lips, Harry whimpered. It took all of his self-control not to jump the man right there in the kitchen.
Finally, Severus finished his mousse. He looked at the second pudding and then looked at Harry.
"Are you sure you will not have any?" Severus asked.
"Yes," Harry answered a bit too quickly.
He needed to get out of there. If Severus figured out what was going on, everything would be ruined. They didn’t have that kind of relationship. Did they?
"Well, I guess I will have to eat this one as well," Severus said, reaching out to take the other mousse.
"No!" Harry shouted.
"I thought you did not want it," Severus demurred.
"I don't, but you can't have it, either. It's mine. I'll eat it tomorrow."
"Now Harry, you know it will not taste the same after a night in the refrigerator. If you want, I will make you some more tomorrow, but for now, I shall eat this portion."
Harry let out a strangled groan. There was no way he was making it through another display of such eroticism. He had to do something.
Just as Severus brought the first spoonful of mousse to his mouth, Harry reached over the table ostensibly to get more wine and knocked the treat out of Severus's hand. The mousse in the spoon flew up and hit Severus on the cheek.
"Potter!" Severus spluttered. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm so clumsy tonight," Harry lied. "Let me help you."
"No, thank you. I will do it myself," Severus turned to find a napkin, feeling irritated.
He wiped his face, leaving a smudge of chocolate streaked across his cheek.
"You missed a spot," Harry said, using his finger to wipe away the mousse.
Severus seemed startled that Harry had touched him so intimately. Harry looked from the chocolate on his finger to the bewilderment in Severus's eyes and made a decision. He raised his finger to his mouth and licked it.
"Delicious," Harry murmured.
Severus could only stare at Harry's mouth. Harry moved slowly toward Severus, his eyes never leaving the older man's.
As if in a trance, the two men came together in a heated kiss. Severus tasted of chocolate and cream; Harry was in heaven. Harry sucked on Severus's lower lip, running his tongue around it, reveling in the taste of Severus, whose arms came around him. Severus's hands roved around Harry's shoulders and back. The two men kissed and kissed some more, neither getting enough of the other.
Finally, Harry tore his mouth from Severus's. "We should stop."
"Why?" demanded Severus. "I want you, and you want me, if those kisses are any indication. Why in Merlin's name should we stop?"
"You want me?" Harry asked, gobsmacked.
"Yes, you idiot! I want you. Stop looking at me like…mphm."
Harry didn't give Severus a chance to respond. He kissed Severus again, moving his hands along Severus's chest. He nipped and licked his way across Severus's jaw to his ear, the tip of his tongue trailing along the outer shell.
"I want you now," Harry whispered.
A fierce kiss was his only reply.
In between kisses and caresses, Harry managed to get them undressed. He cleared the remains of dinner in one sweep and pushed Severus onto the table.
"Marvelous," Harry said as he stared at the feast that was Severus.
Severus was all pale, creamy skin and ropey muscle. There were several scars on his chest and arms, but they did not bother Harry; he wanted to taste each one. Severus had a smattering of hair on his arms and legs, but his chest was bare. His nipples were a dusky rose color, and Harry could not help running his hands over them.
Severus groaned at Harry's touch. He reached up and pulled the young man into a bruising kiss, his tongue finding its home in Harry's mouth. Severus ran his hands over Harry's naked skin.
Harry kissed his way down Severus's jaw to his neck and finally, to his nipple. He latched onto the bud with his mouth, alternately sucking and biting at it, causing it to harden, while his hand massaged the other nipple. Severus moaned at the contact, arching his body into Harry's touch. Harry moved his mouth farther south, kissing a trail to Severus's navel and beyond. He licked at the crease between Severus's thigh and stomach, causing him to arch off the table, twisting, to direct Harry's sweet hot mouth to his cock.
"Yes," Severus hissed.
Harry smirked and reached behind him, grabbing the uneaten mousse.
"What are you doing?" Severus asked, the lack of stimulation bringing him out of his haze.
"Relax," Harry whispered. "Trust me."
Harry scooped up some of the mousse in his hand and smeared it around Severus's cock. Severus moaned loudly. Harry bent his head over Severus's erection, tentatively licking at the tip.
"Brilliant," he murmured, diving in for more.
Harry licked all around Severus's eager cock, making sure to get every last drop of the mousse. Severus babbled nonsense. He licked his way back to the tip, taking a few teasing sucks. Severus moaned and writhed beneath him, trying to get Harry to take more of him in his mouth. Finally, Harry grew tired of teasing Severus and took him completely in his mouth. Severus arched off the table, hissing in pleasure. Harry rolled Severus's bollocks in one hand while the other probed and loosened his entrance.
When he felt Severus's body tightening, Harry pulled back. Severus looked confused.
"I want you, but there's no lube," he explained.
Severus whispered two spells, and lube filled him and coated Harry's erection.
Harry draped himself over Severus and slowly pressed into him. Severus was so warm inside, and Harry fit perfectly within him. He never wanted to leave. He sank in balls deep, and began moving slowly, wanting to make their first time last. He changed his stroke until he found Severus's prostate and concentrated on hitting that spot. With every thrust, Severus sucked him in farther, to take him deeper. Faster and faster they moved together, Severus meeting Harry thrust for thrust, until finally Severus climaxed, his spasms triggering Harry's release.
Harry collapsed atop his longtime friend and new lover, thoroughly sated.
"That was brilliant," he muttered.
"Agreed."
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Sometime later, they lay sweaty and sticky on the table. Severus had used a cushioning charm to make the table more comfortable as they were not about to move any time soon. Harry hated to interrupt their peaceful interlude, but he was anxious about the change in their relationship.
"Is this okay?" he asked. "I don't want to ruin our friendship, Severus."
Severus ran his hand through Harry's hair. "It is more than acceptable. Nothing has happened between us that I did not desire. I have had romantic feelings toward you for quite a while. I am willing to explore whatever may be between us, and I see no reason for our friendship to end. We have worked through worse situations."
"You're right," Harry agreed, snuggling against Severus.
"Ah, the words every man longs to hear," Severus joked.