Blood Stones (Snarry)

Steamy Dreamy

The room was foggy with steam, it looked like a larger version of the bathroom he'd just repaired. Harry was standing in the hot steam, his body glistening in it, as he groaned and leaned back against a pale chest.

The face wasn't visible, but the hands were spidery, long fingered, and elegant looking. They bore callouses from a wand and they were roaming the brunette's chest, traveling lower and lower. Harry chuckled in a near drunken purr.

"You're just being a tease now~" he laughed, reaching behind his head to pull the mystery man closer.

One could hear a rumbling laugh, deep and rich. Harry let out a whine as the sound echoed in the shower, racing down his spine The other's hand was beginning to play with Harry's chest, right hand trailing down and lightly dragging short nails over his belly and past his navel, making Harry gasp and let out a low groaning moan, it trailed into steam softened curls in search of Potter's...

Snape's eyes shot open to the roof of the wooden bed frame. He was still lying in the bed next to a sleeping Harry who looked as though he was breaking out in a sweat. If Snape could sweat, believe me, he would have been.

He had just witnessed a steamy dream... literally... of Harry bloody Potter and another... man?! He felt a tightness in his chest, a heat in his cheeks and stiffness in his ghostly trousers. Not a half-second later he was up out of bed and out of the room, the door being shut behind him and he was on the couch in the living room.

It was quiet and dark, nothing there but Snape and his thoughts. Thoughts he was having of Harry Potter in a shower naked with a man he wished had been him?! This was ludicrous. He would have to just try and push it from his mind, sleep it off. He couldn't even think about it safely in front of him in case he could sense it. He felt a sense of panic then. What if he slipped up, what if Potter sensed his feelings, or... felt... something?

There was nowhere he could go or hide. It seemed as though it would be a sleepless night, but he eventually dozed off hoping for a dream of his own.

Harry woke in the bad, a warm haze making him feel lightheaded as he went to stretch himself out. It was pleasant, and it almost felt like he was being totally embraced. He flushed bright red at feeling a certain stickiness and realized that Snape must have brought him to bed... also realizing he still had his morning wood on.

The feeling that he had felt different than in his dream. He rushed to the bathroom, still wrapped in his blanket to hide it in case Snape was awake. It felt like firm touches skimming his thighs and his stomach, he even felt a soft tug on his hair as he got the water going in the shower. He went into the shower and only further remembered the feelings from his dream. He couldn't help it, he laid in the tub on his back and let the cold-water splash on his hollow stomach, as his hand reached down and began to take care of his little problem.

He tried to muffle his sounds, quiet his moaning groans. He dreamt of Severus last night. He couldn't believe it, but he remembered turning in the dream and seeing Severus and he didn't stop. They'd kissed and held one another, grinding, and touching as they spread the body wash and tended to one another. They didn't get very though.

He didn't know what going all the way with a guy was like! All the men he'd liked ended up dumping him or dying before sealing the deal. So, he'd just... dreamt what he knew. Kissing, touching... and he came from that alone. He was flustered but surprisingly felt little shame. Still, when they continued to go further, it was feeling more and more real. He'd gotten nervous about going farther, but what happened? His mind was blissfully blank as he panted after he was done, a bit worried after doing so in their technically shared bathroom. He rinsed himself off with a flustered expression, washing his hair an extra few minutes more than needed.