Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Company belong to JK Rowling. No copyright infringement is meant.
Summary:August of 1995. Severus continues to learn and make mistakes, unfortunately some mistakes harm more than himself. Now he must deal with the consequences.
Warnings: BDSM, Water sports, Streaking
AN: Continuation of Volcano. We stress the watersports warning and if that squicks you in any way please do not read this section.
PREVIOUSLY:
Gregory pushed open the shower house door and went around the corner. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Davy poised with the needle at his backside. "What the fuck is that and what the hell do you think you are doing?"
Volcano Part 3
Startled, Davy jumped, dropping the needle and only just catching it before it hit the floor. "What??" he yelped as he spun around to face Gregory, one hand behind him trying to fold his kit up.
Gregory surveyed the scene and stared at his friend as all the pieces sunk into place. The water, the odd coloured aura... "You're diabetic? How? Most wizards don't normally get the Muggle diseases." He stepped closer. "I'm sorry, go ahead and give yourself the shot unless you need help."
"You can't tell," Davy begged as he picked up his alcohol swab and wiped the needle down again before jabbing it unceremoniously in his gut. "Promise me you won't say anything." Gregory hissed. "Ow. You should have done that in your ass, man. That just looked painful." He stared at his friend. "Davy, you have to tell Master Severus. He needs to know."
Davy shook his head as he recapped his needle and put everything away again. "I can't, if I do, he'll send me back. I can't go back. I have it under control." Blue eyes stared at Gregory, Davy was hell bent to stay with Severus that summer.
"It didn't hurt, I don't even notice it much anymore," Davy shrugged as he scratched idly at the injection spot. He picked up his kit and looked at Gregory. "You're not going to say anything, are you?"
Gregory sighed. Davy was most likely right. Master Severus was a hard ass sometimes. "I promise on one condition. If you show no signs of it getting worse then I won't say a word." He shook his head at his friend. "I want you to know this goes against everything I have trained for as a doctor, healer and submissive. Like I told you before you have rights."
Davy stepped up to his friend and looked him in the eye. "He helps me forget Greg... and I need to forget for a little while or I'll lose my mind," he said softly and then hugged the other man. "I'll look after myself, I've been dealing with it for years now."
Gregory wrapped his arms around Davy and sighed. "I understand and I know." He pulled back some and looked into Davy's eyes. "You're my friend though and have a right to be safe while you play. I'm going to be keeping an eye out for you." He pressed a soft kiss to his friends cheek and smiled at him.
Davy grinned for a moment and turned his head to press his lips over Gregory's, licking at them gently for a moment. "Thank you. Let's get back to bed before we are missed." He took Gregory's hand, giving it a squeeze.
Gregory groaned and shook his head. "Go ahead if you want. I have to go now that you dragged me out of bed."
"You'll be okay going back alone or do you want me to wait for you?" Davy asked as he turned the man's hand loose and leaned against the wall of the bath house.
Gregory stepped into a stall to do his business. "Won't take me but a minute. I was a med student remember we barely have time to breathe." He laughed and then came out to wash his hands at a sink. He dried off his hands then held one out to Davy. "Ready?"
Davy smiled and took his friend's hand before pushing open the door and going out into the night. As they crossed the campground, they both giggled at various noises they could hear coming from different areas.
Back at the tent, Davy slipped out of his pants and put his kit back in his bag before he tried to slide under the blankets of Sev's bed, hoping the man didn't know he was gone.
Max raised up on one elbow, lifting the blankets back for Gregory without a word.
Gregory snuggled back up next to Max and yawned. "Sorry, Sir." He whispered softly. "Call of nature."
Max nodded and wrapped an arm around the younger man's waist and pulled him close again. "Everything turn out alright?" he rumbled against the back of Gregory's neck.
Gregory chuckled softly. "Yeah." He sighed and pulled Max's hand up to kiss the thick fingers. "Sorry I woke you."
"Just making sure you are alright," the big healer murmured as he closed his eyes once more and began to snore lightly.
Davy tried to tuck the edge of the blanket around him, having difficulty since Severus had cocooned himself in the covers while the submissive had been gone, he managed to get a corner over his hips before giving up.
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The sun streamed into the little tent and Severus jolted awake. Somehow his feet had gotten out of the blankets and were ice blocks. He turned over noticed Davy hugging the side of the transfigured cot, completely nude and shivering. "Fuck." He hissed softly and pulled the young man close to him, trying to warm him. "Bloody hell, Davy why didn't you get under the blankets?"
Davy’s teeth were chattering as he clutched at the edge of the blanket. "You were wrapped up in them Master," he got out and sniffled. The young submissive couldn't believe how cold it had gotten, but he'd not forgotten his instructions for how to sleep. "I... I didn't want to wake you."
Severus froze for a moment. "You should have woken me." He snarled softly trying not to wake Max and Gregory. "I thought you had a blanket as well." He pulled at the bedding and wrapped Davy up in it pulling the shivering man next to him.
Davy bit his lip and closed his eyes. "You had it too, Master," he whispered as he tried to stop shivering. "I'm sorry." Once again, Davy wondered how long it would take him to pack up and decided that if he was tossed out by Severus that he'd simply go back to Chicago. He was sure the big healer would get Gregory to an airport to go home.
Severus groaned. He pulled his wand out from under his pillows and cast a warming charm over the smaller man. "Better?" He asked softly and began rubbing on the tanned skin trying to help warm the other man.
Davy's teeth stopped chattering and he nodded as warm air surrounded his body. "Thank you Master," he murmured softly. "I'm sorry to be trouble. I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No. I wanted to visit the loo however I am rather attached to my bits so I think I'll wait until it warms up." Severus sighed and pulled the man even closer. "Quit apologizing. It wasn't your fault."
Davy looked up at the somewhat strained look on Severus' face. "Master needs to piss?" he asked softly.
Severus nodded. However the other morning effect was currently preventing him from doing such a thing and having the man rub up against him wasn't helping. "I'll go in a bit once things calm down."
"Is there anything I could do to help?" Davy offered softly, making sure he wasn't pressed against the other man in any way. "Would you like me to get dressed now?"
Severus grinned and pulled back the blankets to expose himself. "Suck me off."
Davy's blue eyes rose to Severus' face. "Master wishes to allow boy to drink from him?" he asked softly. It wasn't that Davy was adverse to water sports and the like, it had just been a long while since he'd done so.
The smaller man moved down in the bed until he was lying on his belly between Severus' legs looking up at him.
Severus cocked his head and looked down at the young man, his eyes gleaming in the morning sunlight. He had seen Grant doing that for Damon once but never thought he would have the chance to take advantage of it. He nodded slowly. "Head job first, Pet then drink." "Thank you Master," Davy whispered as he eased forward a bit and began to lick and suckle the purplish head of Sev's prick. He ran his tongue over the glans repeatedly, one hand slowly fisting the huge shaft while his other hand gently massaged the other man's lower belly.
Severus groaned and laid his head back on the pillow as Davy worked his flesh. He turned to make certain Max and Gregory were still sleeping. Thank Merlin they hadn't heard him. He reached down to tangle his fingers in Davy's hair. "That feels so good Pet," he said softly.
Davy smiled around the swollen flesh and took Severus as deep as he could in his mouth. If the man had not been so thick, Davy thought he could possibly open his throat enough to take him completely, but that was not the case. Davy wasn't sure if Severus would orgasm before pissing down his throat or not and tried to be prepared.
Severus made a keening sound and tried not to thrust as Davy covered more of his prick with his mouth. It had been too long since the last time he had had a release and he could feel his balls drawing up as his body responded to the pleasure.
Davy moved his hand from Severus' belly and began to carefully massage the heavy, tight balls that were drawing up. The young submissive could feel the man's prick twitch in his mouth and knew the Dom was close.
"Fuck." Severus ground out as he gasped and orgasmed. His whole body was bowstring tight then he relaxed as the aftershocks shook his long frame. He sighed and looked down at the sub. "Well done."
He sat up some and released Davy's hair. "Ready?"
Davy closed his eyes and nodded, keeping the head of Severus' softening cock between his lips. He knew better than to spill anything, taking a deep breath and preparing himself.
Severus relaxed and his bladder let go. He grabbed Davy's hair again. "Don't move, I want to try something else."
Severus gripped his cock and then pulled out of Davy's mouth and aimed for the sub, spraying him all over the face. "Merlin," he groaned as his body continued to void.
Davy swallowed convulsively and then gasped, trying to keep his eyes closed as the other man pissed over him. The pungent odour of his morning water was in his nostrils and he could feel the hot liquid quickly begin to cool in the chill morning air. The submissive had not been expecting that, but he did as he was told and stayed still until Severus finished with him.
Severus sighed and looked down at the sub. He bent forward and pressed a kiss to the full lips trying to slip his tongue in through Davy's mouth. "Fuck Davy. That was... mmm." For once the greasy bastard known as Severus Snape was speechless. "Thank you. Now, let's go get you cleaned up." He whispered softly.
Trying hard not to get anything else wet, Davy slowly climbed out of the bed and picked up his bag, not wanting to rummage through it just yet. He'd just take it with him to the bath house. "Thank you Master, I am happy to know I pleased you," he said softly, smiling at the other man. "I'll tend the bed when I get back, alright?"
Severus nodded and climbed from the wet bedding. That had been fun and he still wanted to play. He cast another warming charm on Davy and grinned at him. "Better run fast, Pet. I want to watch you sprint across the camp. Give me your bag and I will follow you then we can play in the showers."
Davy didn't need to be told twice, he pulled on his shorts from last night and shoved his feet into his tennis shoes before he darted out of the tent and ran for the shower house.
Max opened his eyes and looked at Severus. "Do you really think that was appropriate?"
“My sub remember.” Severus rolled his eyes and then shoved his feet in his boots and took off after Davy, naked.
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Grant made his way out of the tent he shared with his husband, he was dressed, but his hair was hanging loose over his shoulders. He'd braid it up soon, but first he needed to get the stove going and Damon's coffee on.
The older submissive looked over to where Sev and Max's tent was set up, an eyebrow raising as he spied Severus and his bed toy walking back into camp.
"Where have you two been?" he called out as he poured bottled water into the old coffee pot.
Severus sent Davy into the tent with their bags and instructions to clean up the bed. He gave the sub permission to use magic or whatever methods he deemed necessary, then pressed a hard kiss to the man's mouth. He walked towards Grant, smiling and sank down into a lawn chair. "The showers. Why? What's for breakfast? Do you need me to help with something?"
Grant raised an eyebrow at Severus. "It's kind of early for a shower, isn't it? Did you do something to get dirty?" he smirked. Turning to the cook box and supplies, he began to mix a few things together.
"I'm going to make some fry bread, eggs, bacon, potatoes, you know, the usual."
"Now would I do something like that? Perhaps I just wanted to feel fresh this morning." Severus chuckled and stood to start another Coleman stove for the other man. "Sounds bloody fantastic, I am starved."
Grant just shook his head and chuckled as he waited on the coffee to start boiling and Damon to poke his head out of the tent flap. "What are you up to for the day?"
Severus shrugged as sat back down. "Max is going to instruct me but I have no idea what his plans are for that." He eyed Grant for a moment. "May I ask you a personal question, Grant?"
Grant looked up then and nodded. "You know you can hon, anytime."
Severus took a deep breath. "If you had to make a choice, how would you rather play? Like Max or as you taught me with Damon? Is one better than the other... coming from a sub's point of view I mean?"
Grant sat down at the small table and began flattening dough out with his palm while he pondered Severus' question. "Honestly Sev, for Damon and I, I think it's a healthy mixture. I wouldn't be happy with a steady diet of either."
Severus nodded and thought about it for a moment. "You play like Max alot?" he asked softly. For some reason he just couldn't picture Grant allowing Damon to treat him like that. He had seen and heard the other man as he taunted him into swinging the whip harder, insulting his manhood and calling him a girl for his hesitant approach to a flogging.
Grant smiled as he set the dough pieces to one side and put a heavy skillet on the stove's burner, pouring oil in to heat. "We will combine everything in a session sometimes Sev, but Damon won't play with me like that in front of others. Why do you ask?"
Severus frowned. "It seems to me more intimate than how you and I played, I guess. Harder I suppose to keep the lines straight." He bit his lip and sighed. "Harder to keep yourself separate." He whispered softly. "Like something that should be between you and an actual lover. I don't know if I can do that."
Grant nodded, he agreed with Severus in that it was a more intimate way to share your time with someone. "Friends can and do play in that manner too Sev. It's good to know that you can make someone's body sing and their soul break at a brush of your fingertip," he smiled. He set another pan on the other stove top and began to lay strips of thick bacon on to fry. "Is this what you are wanting to learn to do?"
Severus threaded his hands together and stared at the stained fingers. "I don't know. I said it jokingly to Max but I do want to see how it's done. I... I've never played like that. Never actually paid attention when Damon talked about it. Never had the opportunity."
"Watch the bacon," Grant murmured as he moved back to his pieces of dough and began to cook them one at a time, laying each golden brown bit in a small plastic box the size of a shoe box.
"Davy seems like a good man, he likes you and I think you care something about him, even if he's only around for the week. He'll help you learn, I think, or at the very least be forgiving if you screw up," Grant said as he checked the coffee.
Severus stood, moved to the skillet and stabbed the frying meat with a fork. "That's just it, though. I wasn't certain I wanted to go get him this time. He's just there to play with. I don't want an attachment like Max has with Gregory." He sighed then whispered. "I can't afford it."
Grant laid one hand on his friend's arm and sighed softly, "I think he knows the score Sev, but if you don't want him, be kind and send him away. Don't simply keep him here out of a feeling of guilt, the resentment would end up being crueller." The man fished out the last bit of the fried bread, poured more oil into the pan and then dumped in a bag of thawed hash browns.
Severus sighed again as he flipped the slices of bacon. "He pierced himself for me, Grant. I have to know why he did that. It's not that I don't like him, he's great fun but I don't know if playing like this will change things irrevocably. I made a lot of mistakes with him last year both Max and Damon told me so. I have to fix that."
"This is the kid that lost his Master, right?" Grant asked as he scooped out a glob of butter and dumped it on top of the potatoes. "He may just be looking for something to take him away from his everyday reality. Do you want to send him back?"
Grant poured a cup of coffee for himself and one for Severus, Damon would get his when he crawled out of bed.
"Yes and no I don't want to send him back. I picked him because I really was glad to see him, once I finally did see him and I promised to treat him right this year." Severus picked up the black coffee and blew across the top before sipping cautiously. The caffeine jump started him and he shook his head. "I just don't want him to get attached. I don't want to go through that again."
"Would you like me to talk to him?" Grant asked as he heard the unmistakable sounds of Damon waking up.
"Your coffee is out here, Sir," he called softly and then turned back to Severus. "Maybe you should be careful on the intimacy levels you play at with him. There are certain things that you just don't do to someone that's a casual fling."
Severus paled; had he already crossed that line? He shook off the doubt and smirked. "No, I don't need my mum stepping in when I can speak for myself. I'll be careful. You want I should go get Max and the others? I know you want to go to Damon."
Grant stood up, giving the potatoes a good stir and looked at the bacon. "If you wouldn't mind keeping an eye on breakfast, I'll go check on Damon," he said with a smile. Grant poured Damon a cup of coffee, picked up a piece of the fry bread, the honey bear, and managed to get his own cup of the hot liquid in both hands before he turned to go back to his tent.
Severus nodded and sipped his coffee while he eyed the rest of the food.
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"Damon, let me in," Grant said softly, "my hands are full."
Damon stuck only his arm out from under the blankets and patted for his wand. He flicked it at the tent flap, holding the canvas open to allow Grant to enter the tent.
Carefully, Grant sat everything down on the small table next to the bed that Damon had transfigured from one of their bags. "Good morning baby," he murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching under the blankets to find his husband.
Damon grunted then let the tent flap close, dropping his wand on the table. He grabbed the other man's arm and tried to pull him back in the bed. "Too early. Come back to bed. Don't want to get up."
Grant let himself be pulled under the covers, moving so that his lips were pressed to Damon's ear. "I made fry bread," he whispered softly and then pressed a kiss to the stubbled cheek.
Damon groaned. "Nope not enough to draw me out." He moved and laid his head on Grant's chest, sighing as he rubbed his face on the other man. "I smell coffee too but I still don't want to get up."
Grant got comfortable, his arms wrapped around Damon's shoulders, his hair cascading over them both and the pillow. "Would you like me to let you sleep for a while longer? I can make you some breakfast later if you like," he murmured softly, bending his head down to place a kiss on Damon's hair.
"No, I'll get up. I heard Severus' mouth and I am certain the others will be up. I want to see how they are doing this morning." Damon sighed and twirled a bit of hair around his fingers. "Leave it kinda loose today? For me?"
Chocolate brown eyes reflected the happiness Grant felt as he leaned down once more and kissed Damon softly on the lips. "For you, anything. If we take the bike out, may I put it in a ponytail?" he asked as he slithered down in the covers and let his head rest on Damon's broad chest.
"You may put it in a pony tail now if you wish. I just want to play with it." Damon caressed Grant's scalp, pulled the long strands through his fingers then drove them back in to do it again. His stomach rumbled as he played and he smiled. "What else is for breakfast?"
"Eggs, bacon, potatoes, and coffee. Would you like something else?" Grant asked as he arched into his husband's touch like a cat. If he could purr, he'd be doing it now.
Damon hummed. "Nope, that'll do." He pulled on Grant's hair and lifted his head and pressed his mouth to Grant's. "Get off me Injun and I'll get dressed I suppose."
Grant rolled away to sit back up on the edge of the bed. He watched as Damon made his way out from under the blankets, while he picked up the cool piece of fry bread and honey bear. Grinning at Damon, Grant drizzled honey all over the crust and then bite into it with an indecent moan, the honey dripping down his chin. Damon rolled his eyes and grabbed Grant's chin then licked his face and took the bread away from him. He shoved the whole thing in his mouth and moaned just like Grant had done. He placed a hand over his heart and moaned again, lying back down in the bed. "Oh gods that's good." He said around the mouthful and groaned loudly, closing his eyes in pleasure.
"Maybe I should make this more often at home," Grant laughed as he moved to get his husband some clothes to wear for the day. "I wonder if I'll need to make more this morning, I can hear the others up now. Sev and Davy have been up for awhile I think." Grant laid a pair of well worn jeans on the bed along with one of Damon's tee shirts.
Damon grunted, sat up and sipped his coffee to wash down the bread. "I'll not complain if you do." He stood and pulled on the tee shirt and then his jeans. "What would you like to do today, baby?" He adjusted himself and smoothed his hands down over his jeans.
Grant thought for a moment as he reached over and took Damon's boots from the spot he'd set them last night after polishing them. "Do you want to mess with one of the organized rides this year?" he asked as he handed Damon a pair of socks.
Damon sat and pulled on his socks then held out one foot to his husband. "We can if you wish. I wouldn't mind, do some sight seeing, something we haven't seen. Is it nice outside?"
"It's a little overcast, but I think it's going to clear off soon. Maybe we could go up to the Crazy Horse memorial?" Grant asked, waiting for Damon to put his boots on. "I brought something I'd like to leave there." Grant had brought gifts of tobacco he'd grown out on the edge of his garden for the elders and had wanted to leave a bundle at the memorial.
Damon sighed. "Make me put on my own damn boots." He muttered as he shoved his feet into the heavy motorcycle boots. "We can do that." He stood and straightened himself again and pulled Grant into his arms. "I'm ready when you are, Pet."
Grant laid his head on Damon's chest and sighed softly. "I just wanted to watch you bend over, you know, that sexy butt of yours," he said, reluctant now to move from his spot. "Maybe we can get the boys to bring us breakfast in bed."
Damon chuckled and scooped Grant up into his arms. He ducked out of the tent and carried his husband over to the table and sat him down. He bowed low and wiggled his ass then looked up at Grant and smirked. "Shall I fix you a plate, Pet?"
Grant waggled his eyebrows and as Gregory and Davy watched laughing, he reached out and goosed his husband high up on his inner thigh. "Breakfast would be lovely, thank you," he purred as he folded his hands innocently in his lap and winked at the blond.
Damon chuckled, grabbed the eggs, butter and another skillet. "Morning boys. Grant and I are taking a tour out later anyone want to ride along?" he turned back to his husband. "How do you want your eggs Grant?"
"Any way you fix them is fine Damon, I know you like yours sunny side up, so if you break a yolk, I'll take those," Grant said as he leaned forward, taking another piece of the fry bread and passing some to Davy and Gregory.
Davy took a small piece and poured Severus more coffee before he poured himself a cup. "Master, where may I sit?" he asked softly as he watched the tall man working at the small stove.
Severus nodded to the table and began plating up bacon and potatoes. He floated them over to the table to await the eggs Damon was beginning to cook. "Let Damon know how you like your eggs. He'll get to you once he's finished with Grant's."
Damon grunted and cracked two eggs for his husband into the pan. "If you want them broken let me know."
"However you fix them is fine, Damon," Grant said as he tucked his feet up under him in the chair and enjoyed the somewhat quiet of early morning.
Davy sat down on one of the lawn chairs and looked over to Damon, licking his lips nervously. "Anything is fine for me... I can cook them if you'd rather not bother."
Max grunted and took the cup of coffee Gregory had offered him. "I want mine over easy, four of them," he mumbled as he woke up slowly.
Damon nodded and slid Grant's eggs out on a plate then passed it to his sub. "It's not a problem, Davy. We take turns somewhat around here for meal times." He turned and grinned at Davy. "This just means you, Gregory and Max will do the washing up." He cracked out two more eggs for Davy and nodded to Max.
"Yeah, Gregory, you and Davy have clean up," Max rumbled as he nursed his cup of coffee, reaching out and taking the piece of fry bread Grant had been nibbling on. Grant sighed and took the plate from Damon.
"Thank you for cooking the eggs," Grant said as he smiled at his husband and then at Severus. "And thank you for watching everything."
Davy didn't mind doing the washing up and looked around for the buckets needed to go draw water, he could get it while he was waiting for breakfast
Damon shook his head and slid the eggs on a plate for Davy then passed it to the sub. "No, Max you'll help as well. Grant, Sev and I cooked. You just imbibed."
Gregory chuckled and added his order. "Two eggs for me, Sir. Please. Sunny side up."
Severus shook his head and turned off the little stove he had been using and sat down at the table next to Davy. He placed the extra bacon, potatoes and bread in the center of the table. "You are welcome, Grant. thanks for listening this morning. Four for me as well Damon."
Max opened his eyes again and glared balefully. "That is why we have submissive's Damon, I thought you knew that by now," he mumbled, moving his feet as Davy got up from his chair to grab the buckets he'd finally spotted. "They take care of us."
Grant rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You're being an ass Max," he muttered softly and waited for Damon to finish cooking so he could eat with him.
Davy stood with the buckets in his hand, wondering where the nearest spigot was when he decided he'd just fetch the water from the shower house. "I'll take care of it Master Max," he said softly as he set off.
Severus watched Davy leave and shook his head then leaned over to Max. "What crawled up your bum? We always do things like this."
Max gave Severus a look and muttered under his breath, "Fucking tent smells like a damn urinal asshole."
Severus sneered. "Well then, let me go take care of that, Max." He stood, knocking his lawn chair over and stalked over to their tent. He went inside and took a deep breath. He could smell a slight odour over the pot and the beer that had been spilled the day before and shook his head. He pulled his wand and cast a Freshening charm over everything in the tent then the tent itself.
Coming back out of the tent he opened the flaps to air it out as well. He walked back over to the group and straightened his chair and sat down. "You didn't mention the smoke nor the beer but I took care of that also. Let's hope that will get the stick out of your arse." Severus took the plate Damon held out to him.
"Davy. Come and eat. The dishes can wait until after."
Grant watched the two friends and took a deep breath, Merlin help them if they decided to start a brawl, he'd hex them both. Max didn't say a word, just picked up his plate and started eating.
Davy set the buckets of water on the ground out of the way and returned to his seat. He ate slowly, watching the others around him. Damon sitting next to Grant, both men watching over the group like parents; Gregory sitting next to Max, eating his meal oblivious to everyone else; Max eating, his face like a thundercloud; and Severus silently tearing into his own food.
Max finished his bacon and reached for more only to find the plate on the table was empty, he swore softly and looked to see if there was anything else to eat. Silently, Dave held his plate to the other man, offering the untouched meat. "Please sir, take it."
Max shook his head. "No, Davy you need to eat. You still look a little peaked from yesterday or maybe your morning activities. Thank you anyway." He reached over and took a slice from Severus' plate though, glaring at the other man, almost daring him to say something.
Gregory stared at the big man, surprised. He had missed what had happened this morning but Max had woken him with his mutterings as the two men had gone to shower. He passed his remaining bacon to his Dom as well. "I'm full up, Sir." He gathered his dishes to begin cleaning up.
Davy turned to Severus and quickly slid the meat to his plate before he stood up as well. He reached over to Gregory and took the dishes from him. "I have it, there isn't much here," he said softly as he turned to take everything to where Grant had the wash pans set up. The young man knew what was wrong with the healer, he'd been treated to angry glares and snide remarks when he'd gone back in the tent to clean up after his shower. Now he wished Severus had never done that, but what was done was done and he would deal with it.
Severus grabbed Davy's arm and pulled him back down. "Eat! Apparently someone doesn't think I am caring for you properly." He held out a slice of bacon to the other man. "Open your mouth."