chaeldub: Solace: First Cycle (Colin, MA 15+)
Title: Solace: First Cycle
Author:
chaeldub
Rating: MA 15+
Prompt Set: (50.3)
Prompt: #41, Heart
Word Count: 1443
Summary: A dream becomes a reality, as the one person Colin has focused on during school pays him a visit
Warnings: It's Slash, that should be warning enough, as the saying goes.
Notes: Part one of a series, although each can be read on it's own.
“Can I come in?”
I stepped back, then turned and led him into the room, shutting the door behind us. With a flick of my wand, I laid a Confundus Charm on the door, anyone who wanted to come in would forget why they were here and leave.
“I’ve never been in here before.” he smiled tentatively.
I knew I had to speak sooner or later, if I didn‘t, he would hear my heart pounding in my chest.
“Doesn’t it look just like your room?”
He looked around, as if confused by his surroundings.
“It looks like my room once did, I think. May I take my shirt off?”
He was being very polite, more proper than I had expected. Refined. He hung his robe over the back of the chair, and came towards me. I’d been learning about the instinct to fight or flee, I found that this moment was upon me. He put his hands on my shoulders and looked down into my face. I found that now I could no longer look at him, so I looked down at my feet.
“Nervous? Don’t worry. Everything will be alright. I promise.”
His fingers played over the buttons of my shirt, slowly undoing them. A warm hand slipped over my chest. Slowly my skin begin to tingle and burn slightly. He began to concentrate on my nipples. I knew that my face had turned beet red, and although I was getting excited, I continued to stand motionless. I thought that it would be wrong to move my feet, I wanted to, but found that I couldn’t. He pulled my shirt out from my pants, and eased it off my shoulders, throwing it on the floor. While he continued to lightly brush across my abdomen with one hand, he unbuttoned the top of my pants with the other. Now his hands explored into my waistband, tantalising and touching. My cock grew until it felt uncomfortable, pressing against my trousers and embarrassingly visible. My pants began to fall down, he lifted them over my cock and let them drop to the floor; shivering, I stepped out of them and let him lead me to my bed.
Beside the bed he held me around the shoulders and slipped my underpants off. Suddenly, finding my self completely naked, I looked across the room. He pressed me back on the bed. I felt foolish, being so clumsy, so ignorant, having him show me everything.
“Lie back,” he said, “like this.”
He swung my legs up and around and got me to shuffle across the bed a little more, so that I was lying across it. He sat beside me. I thought he would go straight to my cock, now that there was nothing to stop him, but instead he continued to touch me all kinds of secret places, places I had hardly known existed; my armpits, the inside of my arms, between my legs. I could feel my cock becoming unbearably heavy and thick. I looked at him, all hot and anxious. His face was intent, but I was struck by the distant look in his eyes. He was here, and yet he wasn’t. He didn’t look at my face directly, only quick glances out the corner of his eye, when he thought I wasn’t looking. When at last he did touch my cock, with fingers so light I marvelled at them, I switched my gaze to the beamed ceiling and opened my mouth a little. After a while he started to rub me, calmly but firmly. He did this for what seemed a very long time, but was more likely mere minutes. When he took his hand away and began to stroke my stomach again I lifted his hand back to my cock. I couldn’t bear for the feelings to stop, actually, I couldn’t bear not to have his hand holding me. I held my hand on his and began to move it up and down me again.
That was when he looked at me, really looked at me, for the first time. His eyes were alight, the watery glow that shone through the window on this autumn day made the emerald in them sparkle. A faint hint of blush on his cheeks, of moisture on his upper lip, told me he was enjoying this also. He gripped me tighter, now I could feel the small calluses that only a Quidditch player would have. I let out the first audible moan that would let him know that what he was doing was almost too much for me to take.
“There’s no need to rush, Colin.”
“I… I don’t think I can… that I can help it.” I stumbled inanely around my words, my mouth, for once, not connected to my brain.
“You know this is dangerous.”
I looked back into his eyes once more. The emerald green had flecks of black and grey, and a fiery intensity which I longed for. His breath was coming quicker, and I felt it’s heat on my face.
“Do you understand?”
I couldn’t comprehend how ‘this’ could be in any way dangerous, and if it was, it was a risk that I was willing to take. By then I knew something that he could not, that fluid was building up inside me and was going to come spurting out, I knew it, I could feel it. Perhaps he did not sense it, for his hand quickened on me. I couldn’t bear it, I thought I should stretch my hand out once more to stop him, but that was not possible. All my body was lost to me, except one part, and some force that I was only dimly aware of was taking that away too. He slid onto the bed along side me and my hand, as if of its own accord, grasped him through his trousers. His back arched as I frantically slid my hand in through the lowered zipper and into the confines of his underwear. I felt as if a thousand moist butterflies had been loosed upon me.
His hand sliding up and down the length of my cock as I mimicked his actions. I had a primal ache from the core of my body, the urge to stick out my tongue and lick him all over. I felt frightened of him and yet, paradoxically and more powerfully, frightened for him. I wanted to protect him, yet I was the younger, and there in lay the danger. His other hand came up to my face, his fingers playing over my lips. I kissed them, one by one, putting them inside my mouth, forgetting what he had said. I felt their roughness, their texture and it made me feel so alive, more alive than I had been all the short years of my life. He leant his head back and I placed my lips against his, at first there was just stillness, shock, then he began to respond as my mouth and tongue searched him out.
We had reached a convergence and there was no way back, not that either of us had a thought to. His glasses had fogged up and I was struck by the thought that he wouldn’t be able to see me, then I realised his eyes were closed. That feeling that I thought was torn from me returned with a vengeance, I was going to come. I felt him grinding against me, into my hand, racing toward the same fate as me. Our heartbeats merged, our moans became one breathy whisper. We were locked in a struggle, in the end we would both be victorious, I hoped. He pushed against me, as if asking a silent question ,that could only be answered by limb on limb. We became fragile. Broken. I gasped when the release came, and a few jets of liquid burst from me. I wanted to look down, but I was to intent on his impending orgasm. His teeth sank into my neck, marking me, making me his. Then I felt a splash of wetness across my hand and his cock throbbed in my grasp. A sob escaped his lips, I feared I had done something wrong, that I had hurt him. I cradled his face in my hands, kissed his tears away, felt him fall into me. A lost warrior held in the warmth of love, in the depths of my heart, in the solace of stolen moments.
“Harry?”
“Yes.”
“Is… is everything alright?”
As an answer, I felt his lips brush against my forehead, a stray hand fall upon my chest and a smile cross his face.
“It is now.”
Author:
chaeldub
Rating: MA 15+
Prompt Set: (50.3)
Prompt: #41, Heart
Word Count: 1443
Summary: A dream becomes a reality, as the one person Colin has focused on during school pays him a visit
Warnings: It's Slash, that should be warning enough, as the saying goes.
Notes: Part one of a series, although each can be read on it's own.
“Can I come in?”
I stepped back, then turned and led him into the room, shutting the door behind us. With a flick of my wand, I laid a Confundus Charm on the door, anyone who wanted to come in would forget why they were here and leave.
“I’ve never been in here before.” he smiled tentatively.
I knew I had to speak sooner or later, if I didn‘t, he would hear my heart pounding in my chest.
“Doesn’t it look just like your room?”
He looked around, as if confused by his surroundings.
“It looks like my room once did, I think. May I take my shirt off?”
He was being very polite, more proper than I had expected. Refined. He hung his robe over the back of the chair, and came towards me. I’d been learning about the instinct to fight or flee, I found that this moment was upon me. He put his hands on my shoulders and looked down into my face. I found that now I could no longer look at him, so I looked down at my feet.
“Nervous? Don’t worry. Everything will be alright. I promise.”
His fingers played over the buttons of my shirt, slowly undoing them. A warm hand slipped over my chest. Slowly my skin begin to tingle and burn slightly. He began to concentrate on my nipples. I knew that my face had turned beet red, and although I was getting excited, I continued to stand motionless. I thought that it would be wrong to move my feet, I wanted to, but found that I couldn’t. He pulled my shirt out from my pants, and eased it off my shoulders, throwing it on the floor. While he continued to lightly brush across my abdomen with one hand, he unbuttoned the top of my pants with the other. Now his hands explored into my waistband, tantalising and touching. My cock grew until it felt uncomfortable, pressing against my trousers and embarrassingly visible. My pants began to fall down, he lifted them over my cock and let them drop to the floor; shivering, I stepped out of them and let him lead me to my bed.
Beside the bed he held me around the shoulders and slipped my underpants off. Suddenly, finding my self completely naked, I looked across the room. He pressed me back on the bed. I felt foolish, being so clumsy, so ignorant, having him show me everything.
“Lie back,” he said, “like this.”
He swung my legs up and around and got me to shuffle across the bed a little more, so that I was lying across it. He sat beside me. I thought he would go straight to my cock, now that there was nothing to stop him, but instead he continued to touch me all kinds of secret places, places I had hardly known existed; my armpits, the inside of my arms, between my legs. I could feel my cock becoming unbearably heavy and thick. I looked at him, all hot and anxious. His face was intent, but I was struck by the distant look in his eyes. He was here, and yet he wasn’t. He didn’t look at my face directly, only quick glances out the corner of his eye, when he thought I wasn’t looking. When at last he did touch my cock, with fingers so light I marvelled at them, I switched my gaze to the beamed ceiling and opened my mouth a little. After a while he started to rub me, calmly but firmly. He did this for what seemed a very long time, but was more likely mere minutes. When he took his hand away and began to stroke my stomach again I lifted his hand back to my cock. I couldn’t bear for the feelings to stop, actually, I couldn’t bear not to have his hand holding me. I held my hand on his and began to move it up and down me again.
That was when he looked at me, really looked at me, for the first time. His eyes were alight, the watery glow that shone through the window on this autumn day made the emerald in them sparkle. A faint hint of blush on his cheeks, of moisture on his upper lip, told me he was enjoying this also. He gripped me tighter, now I could feel the small calluses that only a Quidditch player would have. I let out the first audible moan that would let him know that what he was doing was almost too much for me to take.
“There’s no need to rush, Colin.”
“I… I don’t think I can… that I can help it.” I stumbled inanely around my words, my mouth, for once, not connected to my brain.
“You know this is dangerous.”
I looked back into his eyes once more. The emerald green had flecks of black and grey, and a fiery intensity which I longed for. His breath was coming quicker, and I felt it’s heat on my face.
“Do you understand?”
I couldn’t comprehend how ‘this’ could be in any way dangerous, and if it was, it was a risk that I was willing to take. By then I knew something that he could not, that fluid was building up inside me and was going to come spurting out, I knew it, I could feel it. Perhaps he did not sense it, for his hand quickened on me. I couldn’t bear it, I thought I should stretch my hand out once more to stop him, but that was not possible. All my body was lost to me, except one part, and some force that I was only dimly aware of was taking that away too. He slid onto the bed along side me and my hand, as if of its own accord, grasped him through his trousers. His back arched as I frantically slid my hand in through the lowered zipper and into the confines of his underwear. I felt as if a thousand moist butterflies had been loosed upon me.
His hand sliding up and down the length of my cock as I mimicked his actions. I had a primal ache from the core of my body, the urge to stick out my tongue and lick him all over. I felt frightened of him and yet, paradoxically and more powerfully, frightened for him. I wanted to protect him, yet I was the younger, and there in lay the danger. His other hand came up to my face, his fingers playing over my lips. I kissed them, one by one, putting them inside my mouth, forgetting what he had said. I felt their roughness, their texture and it made me feel so alive, more alive than I had been all the short years of my life. He leant his head back and I placed my lips against his, at first there was just stillness, shock, then he began to respond as my mouth and tongue searched him out.
We had reached a convergence and there was no way back, not that either of us had a thought to. His glasses had fogged up and I was struck by the thought that he wouldn’t be able to see me, then I realised his eyes were closed. That feeling that I thought was torn from me returned with a vengeance, I was going to come. I felt him grinding against me, into my hand, racing toward the same fate as me. Our heartbeats merged, our moans became one breathy whisper. We were locked in a struggle, in the end we would both be victorious, I hoped. He pushed against me, as if asking a silent question ,that could only be answered by limb on limb. We became fragile. Broken. I gasped when the release came, and a few jets of liquid burst from me. I wanted to look down, but I was to intent on his impending orgasm. His teeth sank into my neck, marking me, making me his. Then I felt a splash of wetness across my hand and his cock throbbed in my grasp. A sob escaped his lips, I feared I had done something wrong, that I had hurt him. I cradled his face in my hands, kissed his tears away, felt him fall into me. A lost warrior held in the warmth of love, in the depths of my heart, in the solace of stolen moments.
“Harry?”
“Yes.”
“Is… is everything alright?”
As an answer, I felt his lips brush against my forehead, a stray hand fall upon my chest and a smile cross his face.
“It is now.”