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Whilst other students fooled around with each other, losing their V cards in ways suitable for other seventeen-year-olds, Severus had to do with his hand.
And he did.
Not too often, but it has become more frequent now.
As per ritual, he waited till everyone fell asleep, applying silencing charms on his curtains before letting his hand wander down to his underwear.
Stroking himself slowly, he tried to focus on some fantasies he had. Being gay, he usually thought unabashedly about one of his roommates. They would never find out after all, and the idea of sneaking into one of their beds usually got him off relatively quickly with little to no shame.
Now, however, his wanking sessions became more of a routine of personal humiliation.
Every time, that imbecile would invade his practised scenarios, and the fantasies became shrouded in deep red instead of the usual emerald.
A fight for dominance, he imagined himself losing- which was embarrassing enough by itself but highly realistic due to lack of any experience- sometimes he would win, but the outcome was always the same, rough and full of hate.
Or the one that he was coming back to too often; Potter would stroke his dick under the Quidditch stands, he would see him, or Severus would come closer on his own, and touch him.
He would wrap his hand around his cock, precome dripping down his hand from the tip; maybe he would go down on his knees and have a taste; he often wondered if other men’s cum would taste like his own.
He would put it in his mouth, feel the weight on his tongue.
Severus released a shaky breath, speeding up his hand movements as he imagined his mouth stretching around the head of Potter’s cock, feeling the veins throb as he tried to take in more.
He remembered the real sight of it- it was big.
Potter’s dick would probably be heavy.
Severus suppressed a cry as he came, releasing a quiet whimper and slumping back on the pillow as he slowly stroked himself after his orgasm.
He stared at the ceiling for a couple of seconds, breathing and thinking, what the hell did he just cum to? The idea that Potter had a heavy, big dick.
He groaned, covering his eyes with his forearm.
Then he snickered because the idea of stroking himself to the image of James Potter and himself pressed against each other in intimate acts was an utter joke, yet it was always the highlight of his nights.
*
*
Severus was expecting James to get him back for not showing up, but it’s been a couple of days and so far, he hasn’t been approached once.
Yes, he and his group still threw a remark at him when he passed them in a corridor, but Severus made sure to avoid them, and they haven’t started anything either.
Severus didn’t know how Potter managed to make his friends lay off him for the last couple of days, but maybe he really had a sort of strange power over them where if he wasn’t interested, they weren’t bothered either.
Bootlickers.
Strange, but a pleasant break, quiet before the storm, one could say.
This whole truce made Severus watch his back with the feeling of increased paranoia.
They had to be planning something good.
And today came the time for the dreaded potions lesson, specifically a presentation where Professor Slughorn was showing them how to make the Draught of Living Death. Which meant he would be forced to sit next to Potter for over an hour.
Potter was once again pressing his thigh against him, man-spreading to the point where Severus had nowhere to pull away if he didn’t want to be the one rubbing against Pettigrew all the time.
Each movement of the boy’s thigh rubbed off against him, creating heat that spread through Severus’s body.
It was all he could think about, not being able to focus on the lecture in the slightest.
He might have intrusive and daily fantasies about kissing the boy while roaming his hands all over that body, but the real-life Potter touching him was a disgusting experience, sending each of Severus's senses into haywire.
“Stop doing that.” He grumbled quietly, leaning closer so nobody else would hear, especially not Pettigrew, who glanced at them curiously.
Potter didn’t look at him at first, but stopped that annoying habit he had of flicking his feather pen between his fingers as he watched the presentation, the corners of his mouth pulled up into a knowing smile.
“Doing what?”
Severus’s eyes narrowed, and he pulled away as much as he could. With how much space Potter was taking, he had to press his thighs together to get away from the contact. “Rubbing against me.”
“Is that what I’m doing?” Potter raised his brows, turning his head to look at him. “Or is it what you want me to do?”
Severus gaped, speechless. "No... No, it's not…Get over yourself."
"Am I not allowed to get comfortable?"
“You know very well what you’re doing.” Severus tried not to doubt himself, but the idea of Potter purposefully and willingly wanting to touch him was laughable; realistically, he was probably just trying to annoy him.
“I’m not doing anything.” The Gryffindor snored quietly, turning back to Slughorn, chin in his hand as he resumed playing around with his pen.
Severus was ready to concede defeat in this argument; however, just as he let his attention shift back to the lesson, Potter continued.
“Why didn’t you come the other day?”
Severus smirked despite himself; he was waiting for this. Of course Potter's ego must have been hurt after he didn’t show up; of course he wanted to know why someone would reject someone like him, especially Snivellus.
“How do you know I didn’t? Don’t tell me you actually came.”
“Yeah, I did; I was waiting for you.”
His tone was a bit too sincere for Severus’s liking.
It sounded nearly like he was disappointed, but there was no way.
“If you thought for a second that I would fall for one of your pranks, particularly a stupidly obvious one like this one, you really are a self-absorbed prick.”
“It wasn’t a prank.”
Severus's fingers drummed over the table, weighing his tone and the expression on his face; he didn’t even crack a smile, too sincere.
Something uncomfortable and heavy settled deep inside him.
Oh, Potter was good. Years of successful pranks really taught him how to lie convincingly.
"You could only make such a fool out of yourself for a particularly vicious prank."
Potter was silent for a moment, and Severus thought that that was it, the end of the conversation, but then the boy put his feather pen down and leaned back on his chair, turning to him. “I guess you will never find out then.”
“What?” Severus gave him a look.
Potter shrugged. “If it was a prank,” Then quieter. “What I wanted to do, with you.”
The Slytherin stared for a couple of seconds, not because he wanted to, but because his brain stopped for a second and despite trying to come up with something to say, he didn’t.
So he turned back to the presentation.
His eye twitched when he heard a quiet, smug snort next to him, but Potter didn’t say anything else.
After a moment, Potter pressed against him under the table again; this time it was firmer.
He shivered, his traitorous body wanting to press back.
Severus frowned, shoving him away subtly instead, but Potter only pressed harder, not budging. Severus seethed, knocking his leg against him, but when the other didn’t get the hint, he repeated the motion, harder.
Pettigrew gave him a look; he gave him one back, daring him to say something as he kicked Potter again.
Then he froze in place when he felt a hand on his thigh, right above his knee, grip firm to make him stop. Severus tried to flinch his leg away at the sudden contact, but it remained there, holding his leg in place.
”Potter!” He hissed quietly.
“Hm?” Potter hummed. Instead of taking his hand away, he inched it up, then down, massaging his thigh, eyes watching him intently.
Severus closed his mouth, forgetting that he should resist this, but then as Potter’s hand travelled up his thigh, it stayed just below his crotch, and squeezed- it was ticklish. Severus seized his hand quickly, and pushed it away.
“Stop touching me.” His face contorted in what was hopefully a disgusted grimace. "It’s disgusting- you are disgusting."
Potter still had the gall to smile. "Oh please, drop the act."
"You drop the act. You-“ Severus paused. Professor Slughorn gave him a reprimanding look for being too loud in class, so he slumped, trying to remind himself where they were.
Potter prompted him to continue, but Severus just frowned, turning back to the presentation.
He could feel the Gryffindor watch him for a beat before he followed suit, leaning back in his chair with a self-satisfied smile that grated on Severus’s nerves.
*
*
Severus was out in the forest collecting Hellebore flowers. He wasn't in any rush to come back because on his way to the forest, he saw that Potter, this time accompanied by Lupin, Black and Pettigrew, were on the Quidditch pitch, with Black helping Potter practice while their other two friends watched from the stands. So, taking his time he hoped that by the time he was on his way back, they would be gone.
Honestly, he was lucky he managed to sneak by them without being spotted.
He made himself busy, finding a patch of the Hellebore flowers past the woods in the fields, sitting down under the moonlight to read for a while and just watching the night sky until he deemed it late enough that the chances of the four going back to their dorms were higher. Severus would never admit to himself that he was scared of them; he was confident in his own magical ability to take them all on one-on-one, so it wasn't any of them that sometimes made him terrified of leaving the Slytherin dorms when he was younger; it was the unit as a whole.
He wandered back, but to his utter dismay and increasing curiosity, the four were still there, this time all talking between each other on the benches.
Severus rolled his eyes, weighing his chances of sneaking past them and coming to the conclusion that now that they all weren't distracted, he would be noticed.
Clenching the basket closer to himself, he snuck under the stands, deciding to wait it out while he snooped on their conversation from a safe distance, hoping they would leave soon.
Severus came a bit closer and put the basket on the ground, then sat down with his back resting against one of the wooden beams.
From here, he could only see the shadows they cast through the spaces in between the wooden stands: Lupin and Black together on the benches, Pettigrew right above them, and Potter- swear to Merlin it was like he had ADHD, was stood up in front of them, perhaps the need to stand out keeping him on his feet despite the no doubt strenuous, four hour practice- the narcissist.
He expected them to talk about mundane things, Quidditch mostly, or a prank they were planning to execute on some unfortunate soul that crossed them- maybe him. But they were talking about a party.
Severus cared so little about parties that the word of Marauders planning one didn't even reach him.
"This is important, guys," Remus spoke. "I'm tired of James bringing all those random hookups to our dorm room." Severus lifted a brow.
"You're just jealous that I get more dick than you." Potter teased with pride; Severus froze; this had to be undeniable proof that the guy was gay, had to be. Unless they knew he was here and orchestrated this whole conversation just for him, that was possible- it happened before when Severus was younger and more gullible. The idea that Potter would stoop so low wouldn't even be surprising. But what were the chances of them knowing he was here? "Meanwhile you have to settle for Pads."
Severus ignored the part where Remus and Sirius were confirmed to be in some kind of bent relationship- Severus had his suspicions long ago.
And maybe normally that information would bring him immense satisfaction that he, as always, was right. But not right now.
Because he was stuck on the fact that Potter was also gay. And apparently a player.
Meanwhile, Severus never even- well, he did, with Potter, if one could even call that completely forced- definitely forced, dreaded kiss they shared.
But then... he didn't make any effort to try finding anyone, scared that it would lead to him being humiliated and outed by a straight man who, in reality, just wanted to make fun of him to earn some popularity from outing the laughing stock of Hogwarts. Meanwhile, Potter... of course, if there were other gays in the castle, they would try their chances with him; even if the boy turned out homophobic, at least they shot their shot, and apparently it worked out for them. It wasn't fair that Severus couldn't experience the types of things Potter got by being so effortlessly himself.
"Hey!" Black exclaimed, attempting to kick James in the shin, but the boy dodged, laughing. "You wish you could get a piece of that."
Severus grimaced; he was gay, but not that gay.
"No, you wish you could have a piece of me." Severus could just imagine Potter winking when he said that, cursing himself for having to listen to this, but he put himself in this situation willingly and was now paying for it.
They laughed; he could hear Pettigrew's grating cackle as he tried to make himself part of the conversation.
"I'm serious, James. I cannot stand all those guys constantly coming and going from our shared room," Lupin emphasised his words, sounding as fed up as Severus was feeling right now. "You need to settle down before I go crazy."
"You need to relax, Moony."
"At least use silencing spells!"
“Like you use any.” Potter snarked; they all laughed, except Lupin, who groaned, tilting his head towards the sky.
“What I’m trying to say is that it feels like it didn’t work out with the girl of your dreams, and now you are trying to distract yourself by sleeping with everyone.”
“Anyone who has a dick between their legs.”
Potter didn’t say anything; Severus didn’t know that he was that affected by his break-up with Lily. He never took it seriously in the first place and knew that they would be bound to break up; he always thought it was a thing Potter did to get at him- stealing his best friend away from him.
”I just want you to be happy.” Lupin murmured.
Everyone was silent for a moment; Severus nearly felt guilty for eavesdropping on such an intimate conversation- nearly, because at least now he knew some interesting facts about this group of bafoons.
Black clapped, breaking the silence and making Severus jump at the sudden sound; luckily they didn’t hear him.
“It’s time to get you a boyfriend, Prongs! Leave it to us.”
“Man, I spent years chasing after a girl thinking I was straight; let me have some fun,” Potter said in a lighthearted, joking tone, but it didn’t sound sincere.
“You’re quite literally so pathetic right now.”
“Shut the fuck up; at least I wasn’t hopelessly in love with my best friend for six years.”
They began talking about anything and everything, the night sky began giving way to sunrise and Severus was still stuck having to listen to them ramble about useless, random things.
He remained silent as the night dragged on. He was reaching the human limits of patience as he waited for them to just leave, but it didn't happen for a long time. The cold night air was starting to seep through his tattered cloak, providing little heat even with heat charms.
Then, something made a noise, making Severus, along with the group on the other side, perk up at the sound.
"Did you hear that?" Peter asked, sounding frightened, standing up to be closer to Potter.
"It was probably just a bird." Lupin provided. The bushes at the edge of the forest rustled again. Black stood up to investigate, ready to walk around the stands and check. Severus stiffened, hand slowly inching to the holster under his robes where his wand rested in case he was about to be discovered- reminding himself that while wearing the cloak he shouldn’t be easily spotted in the shadows.
Potter put a hand on Black’s shoulder, effectively stopping the other boy, who gave him a questioning look.
"We should go to bed; it's late."
He watched with bated breath as Black, ever so obedient, turned around, nodding after a moment. "You're right, I'm knackered."
They took their sweet time gathering their Quidditch gear, leaving towards the castle.
Severus released a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
Did Potter know he was here?
*
*
"You know, Snivellus, I knew you were a creepy bastard, but stalking me? That's a new level crazy." Potter whispered during their shared class, loud enough for Pettigrew and the rest of the table to hear and laugh; other people just gave him disgusted looks. Severus glared at the Quidditch Captain, who obviously tried to embarrass him.
"At least I''m not a damn slut, unlike you."
Potter ignored his words. "This is the second time already. I wonder what you came there to see? Hm?" He asked innocently, looking at him with a playful tilt to his head.
Severus pulled back, looking away. "Don't be ridiculous." He had had enough of this; just the memory was embarrassing enough.
Potter smiled, just watching, perhaps waiting for more.
Then, the bell rang, signalling the end of this humiliation ritual that had been going on since they were made to sit next to each other. Severus had already collected all of his tools in advance and was rushing to stand up to leave when Lily approached him.
He thought nothing of it; they often walked to their lessons together because they chose the same subjects, but then she spoke.
"Are you going to the party this weekend?"
For a second, he thought she was speaking to Potter, because there was no way she would ever think that he would willingly subject himself to that, but her eyes were locked on him.
"Uh," He sighed, hoping that would be enough of an answer, but her stare only became more intense, like she was trying to pressure him into agreeing. "Of course I'm not going."
She pursed her lips. "Oh, don't be like that, Sev."
"I'm always like this. I don't know what possessed you to ask."
"But you promised."
"I did no such thing." He uttered quickly, mind running over their last conversations to see if he would make a mistake like that; he couldn't recall a situation in which he would willingly agree to this. He looked down at Potter, who was leaning back in the chair, hands stuffed in his pockets, unabashedly eavesdropping on the conversation. "You are putting me on the spot."
"Yeah," Lily narrowed her eyes. "Because that usually makes people agree."
Then, Potter interjected. "You should go."
Lily's and Severus's heads snapped to glare down at him.
"I'm sorry, did anyone ask for your opinion?" Lily asked.
"Don't you have a Quidditch practice to attend to? Though I suppose with how much you always fool around, having the Captain there would only be a hindrance."
James raised his hands, laughing. "Wow, Lils, even you against me? I feel wounded."
The girl pulled back, raising a brow. She crossed her arms, searching his face. "What's it to you? Why do you care?"
Severus narrowed his eyes, grabbing Lily's sleeve to pull her towards the door; the girl followed behind. They both exited the room, and the Slytherin let her go; they fell into step next to each other towards the next lesson. Lily didn't say anything at first; she looked to be deep in thought, something that stressed Severus quite a bit.
"Do you think... Potter is into you?"
Severus froze, and Lily stopped a step in front of him. She could have told him that ancient Dumbledore kicked the bucket, and he would have been less dumbfounded. "What did you say?"
"I said- attend the party with me; it will be fun."
Severus shook his head. "That's not what you said. You said the most disgusting thing I've ever heard."
Lily rolled her eyes. "Oh, c'mon, James is a catch, and he kissed you; he has got to be into you."
The Slytherin's nose wrinkled at her words. Apparently Potter was kissing anything that had a dick between their legs, although Severus was shocked that this included him and that Potter wouldn't be disgusted. At the back of his mind, he knew that even if Potter was gay, he could still just try to play Severus; that was a reasonable explanation, and also something he would do if he had the chance, and he did, because he knew Severus was undeniably a puff.
"It's peculiar because you seem not to notice that this is all a set-up, some elaborate prank he is pulling on me, and I'm sure his friends are in on it."
"What if it isn't?"
Severus thought about this in advance. "Then James Potter is the last person I want to be with." He hissed.
"Attend the party with me." She pressed.
Severus pulled in on himself a little more, holding the strap of his book bag closer to himself. "Lily, please."
"You promised me you would get out there."
"Even if I did... I'm not- I'm not Potter; no one would look at me that way or approach me. What am I supposed to do? Charm the words 'I'm gay.' to sparkle over my head? Tell everyone I'm gay? That's social suicide"
Lily crossed her arms, sighing, long and unimpressed. "Fair enough."
"I just-" He adjusted his book bag strap, messing with the old, greying leather. "He disgusts me."
Severus caught himself. Why was he talking about that insufferable twat again when the topic was already dropped?
The girl shrugged, continuing on their way to the next class, so Severus caught up with her quickly. "I get it; I felt the same way," Severus nodded. “Then we started dating."
"A mistake you corrected."
"He was a brilliant boyfriend." She whispered softly, and Severus pretended not to hear that for his own good.
"I'm not going to the party, Lily. You know I don't like crowds." They stopped close to the line of students waiting in front of the classroom, far enough so they could still talk.
"If it's not James, it will be someone else; you just need to get out there-- you promised me you would try at the very least."
Heavens, he really did, so many times.
"Getting out there won't get me anywhere."
"You don't know that."
"Just drop it, please."
"But what if? Nothing will change if you don't try."
Severus closed his eyes; that was true. He had been stuck in this loop of wanting and yearning since fifth year, and even when he had the opportunity to meet someone set up by Lily, he always changed his mind at the last minute or lied that he was busy. Of course, she could always see through his lies.
"I know..." He grumbled, looking away, weighing his options, then sighed. "Okay, I will go-"
"Great!" She clapped, nearly jumping from excitement; Severus grimaced.
"I will go, but I will not dance, I will not drink," He listed, watching how Lily's lips contorted into a deeper pout with each of his words. "I will leave early, and I'm bringing a book."
She sighed, nodding solemnly. "Sure, Sev." Then she smiled. "I know you will have fun."
He snorted, too self-aware, knowing that other than her, nobody wanted him there. "Right."
*
*
The party wasn't so bad, although he was surprised that he wasn't immediately kicked out. He saw some Slytherins trying to sneak in at the entrance to the dorm; the portrait of the Fat Lady was open, yet the entrance seemed to be specially charmed not to let them cross. Severus wasn't stupid; the charm didn't work on him, which means someone wanted him here, and he had a feeling that someone was James Potter.
He saw Potter derail Black when the latter had spotted Severus, taking him to the drink booth instead and saying something to his ear that made Black explode with laughter.
Yes, they were definitely trying to prank him.
He spent most of the night trailing after Lily and her friends; they didn't particularly like him, but it wasn't like he was bothered by it. They still included him in the conversations when he spoke out to say something; otherwise, he was just standing beside the group.
You could say he was on babysitting duty as the only one who wasn't drinking, having to help Mary catch her balance multiple times, as well as ignore her stepping on his feet. She was the most drunk one, while the others from Lily's group of girlfriends were still mingling with the crowds.
At this point, Lily left her friend with him, and they all went dancing.
"I'm sooo tired," Mary mumbled, leaning against him. Severus tried to ignore her using him as a makeshift stabiliser, holding her by her shoulder when she tried to walk and ended up face-planting right into him.
He sighed. "Let's get Lily and help you to your room."
By the time he found the ginger girl and helped her take Mary to the stairs leading to the girls' dorm room, the party grew quieter, and as he returned to his previous spot close to the corner, people were coming up with games.
He was just thinking about leaving soon, rolling his eyes as Pettigrew and Black began chanting 'spin the bottle' when he felt a presence sliding to stand beside him. He turned his head, fully expecting it to be one of the girls, and paused when he found Potter. He was holding a bottle of Muggle beer, leaning against the wall with a lazy smile, watching the crowd of people getting into a circle.
"Standing here all night indulging in your own misery is so lame, Snivellus."
Severus contemplated if he should just walk away; blatantly ignoring the Quidditch Captain would make his day, but some force made him remain there. "Watching you all get blackout drunk is entertaining enough for me."
"Are you going to join the game?" Potter said, just as Black turned to shout for him, beckoning him to come and join.
Severus shook his head.
"Why not?"
"Why would I?" Severus narrowed his eyes at him; he knew how that game worked. People were going to kiss or worse, and he knew that whoever poor soul was to kiss him, they would be grossed out.
Potter grinned; he was positively drunk, a flush dusting his cheeks and nose, travelling down under the collar of his shirt. It wasn't fair how good-looking he was. "Maybe you will get to kiss me again?"
Severus's eyes widened, and he felt heat rushing to his own face. "You are ridiculous." He ground out. "And-and drunk."
"Maybe you should have a drink, Snape?" He stepped closer, bringing the nozzle of the bottle to his own mouth and drinking, his chest pressing against Severus's shoulder. The Slytherin held his breath when Potter leaned in to whisper into his ear. "It will loosen you up."
"No-" Severus began, pausing when Potter placed a hand on his nape, fingers twisting in his hair. He didn't react immediately, which gave Potter enough time to pull his head back and bring the nozzle of the bottle to his lips. Potter did it slowly, lazily, as if he knew Severus wasn't going to push him away, and then poured liquid into his mouth.
He choked, realising what was happening when he felt the horrible taste of the beer in his mouth, his throat swallowing automatically and making him splutter. Some liquid spilt past his lips and down his neck, his throat working to swallow.
He pushed Potter's hand away, coughing as the boy laughed.
"Potter!" He blushed, spluttering on the aftertaste and wiping his mouth. "What is wrong with you?!"
"Oh, c'mon Snivy,” Potter didn’t budge when Severus rounded on him. "I just want to help you." He took another swig of the bear, then pushed the bottle into the Slytherin's hands, walking backwards towards the circle. "Come and play with us; it will be fun."
Feeling his black jumper sticking to him from the beer, Severus seethed, looking around if anyone saw what just happened, but everyone was minding their own business, dancing and drinking. "Nobody wants to kiss you!" He whispered in a hushed tone before the boy retreated.
But the Gryffindor only laughed, sitting down with the chattering group and turning his back on him.
Severus grimaced, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms; he was still holding the bottle, eyes falling to it. The taste wasn't so horrible, and he had already drunk quite a lot, so nothing bad should happen if he finished just this one bottle.
He drank it slowly, eyes scanning the crowds and watching the group on the floor spin the bottle, but it didn't interest him, and after finishing the beer, he felt a little tipsy. He didn't think he would be a lightweight, but he did this on an empty stomach, and he had never drunk before.
He decided that he had enough, but he couldn't find Lily, she was playing the game at first but then disappeared in the crowd with her girlfriends, so instead of leaving in case something was to happen, he searched for a quiet place, finding a small Gryffindor study room, similar to the one they had in the Slytherin dorm, with books lining the wall, an armchair and a small couch.
Intrigued; Severus looked for a good book, landing on the theory of quick plant growth and sat down on the couch, leaning against the armrest and bringing his legs close to himself.
He wasn't sure how long he was there, but the people in the hall were still obnoxious and loud; sometimes a student would come inside to sit on the armrest to catch their breath, or want to come inside but see him reading and leave. Lily dropped in with her girlfriends, saying she thought he had left already and having a break with him, leaving to continue the party soon after. He was on chapter five, page seventy-eight when the door opened again. Severus was getting frustrated; he should have charmed the door locked so he could get some peace.
He tried to ignore the presence, but the person remained standing at the door, watching him. Severus's skin prickled under their gaze; his eyes narrowed as he re-read the same line over and over again. He had a feeling as to who was watching him, so he didn't look up immediately; he was content ignoring his existence.
But then the person cleared their throat. Severus finally glanced up; Potter was standing leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, watching him, but when their eyes met, he walked in towards him.
Severus's wand was under the cushion; he didn't make a move to reach for it yet as Potter took out his own, the door shut behind him, and he whispered a locking spell.
"What do you want?" Severus drawled, shutting the book he was reading, ready to act if need be.
"When you came, I didn't think you would just sit around reading a book."
"No?" He didn't know what to say, but it was a good time to leave and go to bed.
Potter didn't say anything; Severus lifted a brow, expecting him to say something. "What is it?" He finally hissed, growing self-conscious as the Gryffindor continued to stare. The boy tried to sit beside him; Severus quickly threw his legs over the rest of the couch. "This spot is taken."
Potter smirked, undeterred, and threw one leg over Severus's body, straddling him. Severus blushed, his body stiffening when the heavier boy sat down on his lap. "W-what are you doing?" He instinctively looked into Potter's eyes; he was just really amused, and Severus didn't want to get hard and be made fun of again, and he would, having the boy in his lap like that. "Get off me…"
"Shut up," Potter murmured, his voice dropping low as he shifted on purpose, making Severus stiffen up underneath him.
"Mh- Potter." Severus didn't know what to say; he knew his wand was under his pillow, but he didn't reach for it.
Potter placed both of his hands on the sides of Severus's face, holding him in place, leaning in to kiss him.
Severus shut his eyes tightly, sucking in a breath as he felt the Gryffindor move his lips against him- it felt good, it felt really good. The boy tilted his head, letting go of him only to push his glasses up out of the way before cradling his jaw again and pressing against him harder, licking and sucking his lips.
Severus moaned, still not daring to open his eyes, feeling his heart beat so fast it couldn’t be healthy. His cock twitched in his pants; Potter shifted, lifting and worming his way between the Slytherin's stiff legs, forcing them apart to make space for himself. Severus let him; he let him lick past his lips and deepen the kiss. They were both breathing against each other; he knew he shouldn't, but he tried to respond to the kiss, tilting his head and groaning when Potter rutted against him.
"Potter- I swear- if - this is- another- stupid joke-" Severus tried to say in between kisses, trying to catch his breath, but Potter's hands didn't let him move away.
Potter pulled away, grinding against him harder, panting, his face flushed from the alcohol. "Do you want me to stop?"
The feeling of fabric on his clothed, restrained cock was maddening, but he would never undress in front of Potter willingly— even if he already saw most of his body.
Severus covered his eyes with the back of his hand, gripping the boy's shirt to keep him close. "No- not now." He hissed, throwing his head back as he came inside his pants, whimpering at the feeling- it was the first time someone else made him come, and even though his cock wasn't directly touched, it felt much better than his own hand. "Fuck-"
Potter paused, taking his wrist and pulling it away from his face. Severus looked up at him-- Potter was transfixed on his face, so he looked away, grabbing his jaw and forcing his face to the side. "Stop looking at me."
The Gryffindor smacked his hand away. “Why? Are you self-conscious?“ He teased sweetly, Severus bit his cheek, feeling the boys hips still going against him slowly.
“Yes, don’t look at me.”
Potter was silent for a moment, when he spoke, he sounded uncharacteristically soft. “Severus-“
“Don’t you dare call me that.” He couldn’t believe it, how dare the boy assume that just because Severus was letting him do this to him, that- that everything was fine between them? That he could? “You have some nerve.”
Potter was hovering over him, watching him, so Severus put his hand over his face again, fingers twisting in the boy’s shirt, urging him to move. “Keep going.”
”Okay.” Potter didn’t argue. “You came embarrassingly fast, Snivy. Was it your first time?" His tone didn’t quite reach the mocking level Severus knew he was capable of.”
"Shut up." Severus’s eyes darted down to Potter's crotch; his trousers were tented, and he did something he wouldn't do if he wasn't feeling so aroused after coming. He grabbed the boy's belt and pulled it loose, unbuttoning his trousers.
Potter sat back, allowing the Slytherin to pull his trousers and pants low enough for his hard dick to spring out, sucking in a breath as the cold air hit his heated skin.
Severus bit his lip; Potter really had a beautiful cock, big and intimidating. He didn't think about it, wrapping his hand around the base, testing how it felt in his hand, running it up and down, trying to memorise the feeling.
"You are so eager," Potter whispered, sounding surprised.
"Don't say a word."
Severus used his thumb to smear the precum gathering at the tip and used it to pump his dick faster, licking his mouth as Potter clenched his jaw, trying to be quiet.
Suddenly, someone attempted to open the door; Severus reached for his wand with his spare hand, slamming it back shut just as it began to open.
The person on the other side was quiet for a second, but then spoke. "James? What are you doing in there?!" Black shouted; Severus slowed his hand movements, feeling a rush of panic.
Potter made him look back at him. "Shit." He gritted his teeth, buckling into his hand. "It's fine, ignore him." He looked over at the door. "I'm doing exactly what you think I'm doing!" He shouted. Severus felt embarrassed, hoping that Black didn't know that Severus was in here with him.
"Fine, but do it quickly; we are playing this Muggle game," He sounded amused, so Severus guessed he didn't know who Potter was with. "It's called Beer Pong."
"Fuck, Pads, I will be there soon!" Potter replied, grabbing Severus's hand and making him stroke him faster. "Go away, I'm about to-"
Black burst out laughing, quickly walking away and leaving them alone.
Severus, not dwelling on it, took his hand away and shifted; Potter held him back.
"Snape, don't you dare leave now." He warned. Severus wasn't planning on it; this could be his only chance to feel another man.
He grabbed Potter by his belt, pulling him on top until he was positioned above him, with his cock against Severus's lips. Severus didn't wait; he wrapped his lips around the head, licking around the tip and moaning at the feeling of having his mouth stretched around his girth, feeling it rest heavily on his tongue, dragging against it.
"Snape-" Potter groaned, his hips buckling forwards, making the Slytherin gag in surprise; he quickly stilled. "Sorry-"
Severus pulled away. "Fuck my mouth, Potter." And he dived back in.
Potter didn't have to be told twice; he put his hand in Severus's hair, holding it firmly but not hard enough to pull on his hair strands as he gave a few experimental thrusts, pausing when Severus made a sound around him and gagged again when the tip hit the back of his throat. "Is that okay?"
Severus didn't think Potter would be so careful with him; the opposite actually. He just wanted to suck his dick, soaking up the experience. He let out a noise of approval.
"Okay," Potter mumbled. The grip he had on his hair tightened, surer as he began thrusting into his mouth again.
Severus could only take half of Potter's length before he was uncomfortably choking, but he took as much as he could get, licking the underside as he lost himself in the feeling, looking up at Potter to observe his reactions, he could feel his own eyes water as he struggled to breathe trough his nose, shivering when the boy pressed his face against him as far as Severus's shite blowjob skills allowed. Severus's throat worked around Potter's length; he moaned, feeling the boy's dick twitch inside his mouth, swallowing every drop of precum.
Potter pulled out, jerking himself off the rest of the way. Severus stared hungrily at his ministrations, mouth suddenly feeling dry and empty.
He fully expected Potter to cum on his face, preparing himself for it, but the boy caught everything in his other fist- it was highly disappointing but surprisingly considerate.
They both breathed for a moment, catching their breath.
Severus was the first to speak, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "That was a one-time thing; never do that again." He tried to regain control and not feel embarrassed that he just sucked James Potter off on his own free will, while also convinced the boy was playing a prank on him and still letting it happen.
What do you even say after that?
Potter looked at him like he was crazy. "What?" He smirked. "Admit it, you want me so bad."
Severus scoffed, blushing. He pushed Potter away. "Take that limp dick away from my face."
"You love my dick, don't you? I bet you wanted to suck it for ages, hm?" The boy teased, and Severus bristled, standing up.
"No, I didn't!"
"Right."
"You are such a narcissist."
Potter didn’t argue, instead he stood up after him, waving his wand to clean himself off. Severus stiffened, thinking the boy was going to do something, and he must have noticed Severus’s wariness, because he paused.
“I wasn’t going to do anything, I was going to find Sirius.”
“Don’t tell him anything.”
The Gryffindor rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t going to.”
“Good.”
Severus walked over to the door, but before leaving he turned to look at Potter again, expecting him to say something, but he didn’t, busy doing his belt.
Fully expecting Potter to want more, he tried not to feel disappointed at that.
Severus walked out to find Lily and tell her he was leaving, he couldn't believe he really just did that.