[Fic] Conventions
Hey, guess what? I'm writing the sequel to Teacher's Pet. It's called Conventions. It is rated NC-17, and has a major bondage warning, as well as some femslash (non-graphic) and regular slash (graphic).
Summary: Severus' old life starts getting mixed with his new life and his new partner. When an invitation to an unconventional convention comes in the mail, Severus must choose whether to divulge the past to Ron in order for him to go, or find an excuse to leave Ron behind so he can go on his own.
Teaser:
"I haven't eaten. I left before dinner, and I'm hungry." Ron shifted. "I have to eat. I'm a growing boy."
"Of course." Severus, ignoring the awkwardness, knowing it would keep coming back unless he addressed it, walked past Ron. "The kitchen's this way. I am probably not the chef your mother is, but I'm sure it will suffice."
"I can eat pretty much anything," he said, smiling lightly, following. He looked around the house as they went, noting the high ceilings and scary portraits and dark wood. Everything was dark and morbid. "Your house is…"
"Dreary," he supplied simply. "I know. It's been this way since it was built. You'll get used to it. Or you'll leave." He swept down a dark hallway into a brighter room. The kitchen was very large, with wide windows. All the curtains were drawn.
Ron smiled and walked over to the large windows, finding the cord to pull back the curtains. Severus squinted, even as the last hints of the sun faded. "Much better," he said after opening all the windows. "This place really could use some fresh blood."
"I can see it now. Sunlight."
"My favourite colour is orange, you know." The older man could only shake his head. "Is that a pool!?" he gushed.
"It's not filled."
"Well, let's fill it!"
"It has to be cleaned. And I would have to have someone come over and fix it up. We can't fill it ourselves." Severus was at the stove. Ron turned and walked over to him, sliding his arms around his waist. "Don't burn yourself."
"I won't," he replied, smiling, burying his nose into the back of Severus' neck. "I missed you."
Severus moved out of his grasp. "I'm trying to cook here."
"Sorry," he replied sheepishly. "So you won't get the pool filled?"
"No."
"Dammit, Severus! I want a pool! We never could afford one at my house. All we had was the swimming hole. My brothers and me, and their friends, we all went swimming naked. Everyday, because it was so hot. Everyday during the summer. Completely naked." He shrugged, noticing Severus' sudden stillness. "I learned plenty those days. Too much, usually. Well, for a normal boy, in a normal family."
He swallowed and asked. "What do you mean?"
"Well, Charlie would always have his boyfriends over. And they'd sneak off into the trees, or the fields behind the house. I'd sneak after them, sometimes. When I was younger."
"I see."
"I loved to imagine it was me, as Charlie, fucking everyone, without giving a damn. A new boy every day. My favourite, though. Oliver Wood. Do you remember him? A god, really. Body all tanned and firm. Huge cock. Not as big as my brother's. But big. And his accent. Delicious."
Severus made a distracted yet annoyed sound, slamming down a pan. "Fine. I'll get the pool filled."
"You're the best!" He hugged the man, kissing him firmly on the cheek. "I'll swim naked every day. Just for you. Food done?"
Summary: Severus' old life starts getting mixed with his new life and his new partner. When an invitation to an unconventional convention comes in the mail, Severus must choose whether to divulge the past to Ron in order for him to go, or find an excuse to leave Ron behind so he can go on his own.
Teaser:
"I haven't eaten. I left before dinner, and I'm hungry." Ron shifted. "I have to eat. I'm a growing boy."
"Of course." Severus, ignoring the awkwardness, knowing it would keep coming back unless he addressed it, walked past Ron. "The kitchen's this way. I am probably not the chef your mother is, but I'm sure it will suffice."
"I can eat pretty much anything," he said, smiling lightly, following. He looked around the house as they went, noting the high ceilings and scary portraits and dark wood. Everything was dark and morbid. "Your house is…"
"Dreary," he supplied simply. "I know. It's been this way since it was built. You'll get used to it. Or you'll leave." He swept down a dark hallway into a brighter room. The kitchen was very large, with wide windows. All the curtains were drawn.
Ron smiled and walked over to the large windows, finding the cord to pull back the curtains. Severus squinted, even as the last hints of the sun faded. "Much better," he said after opening all the windows. "This place really could use some fresh blood."
"I can see it now. Sunlight."
"My favourite colour is orange, you know." The older man could only shake his head. "Is that a pool!?" he gushed.
"It's not filled."
"Well, let's fill it!"
"It has to be cleaned. And I would have to have someone come over and fix it up. We can't fill it ourselves." Severus was at the stove. Ron turned and walked over to him, sliding his arms around his waist. "Don't burn yourself."
"I won't," he replied, smiling, burying his nose into the back of Severus' neck. "I missed you."
Severus moved out of his grasp. "I'm trying to cook here."
"Sorry," he replied sheepishly. "So you won't get the pool filled?"
"No."
"Dammit, Severus! I want a pool! We never could afford one at my house. All we had was the swimming hole. My brothers and me, and their friends, we all went swimming naked. Everyday, because it was so hot. Everyday during the summer. Completely naked." He shrugged, noticing Severus' sudden stillness. "I learned plenty those days. Too much, usually. Well, for a normal boy, in a normal family."
He swallowed and asked. "What do you mean?"
"Well, Charlie would always have his boyfriends over. And they'd sneak off into the trees, or the fields behind the house. I'd sneak after them, sometimes. When I was younger."
"I see."
"I loved to imagine it was me, as Charlie, fucking everyone, without giving a damn. A new boy every day. My favourite, though. Oliver Wood. Do you remember him? A god, really. Body all tanned and firm. Huge cock. Not as big as my brother's. But big. And his accent. Delicious."
Severus made a distracted yet annoyed sound, slamming down a pan. "Fine. I'll get the pool filled."
"You're the best!" He hugged the man, kissing him firmly on the cheek. "I'll swim naked every day. Just for you. Food done?"