Apr 20, 2008 15:21
Title: More Sex Can Never Hurt
Author: suntzu_s
Word Count: 630
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Neville/Harry
Summary: Neville worries over things that he’s read on the internet
Warnings: Fanged Geranium abuse and the abuse of wood
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
AN: Birthday gift for j_lunatic, which could turn out to be the internet version of a box of hankies, or a pair of socks, you know something that you don't really want but hey-ho at least I didn’t just run to the corner shop and hastily by you a card!
Neville was brooding, Harry had watched him mist the Fanged Geranium now for fifteen minutes and it was starting to look rather soggy and not at all Fanged nor Geranium liked. Harry would have to ask what was up before mist of water became a deluge and he’d have to go get the dish cloth from the kitchen sink to mop it all up.
“Neville, you alright there? I think it’s misted enough, though I’m not the herbology expert in this household or anything.”
“Huh?” blinked Neville before realising his error, he absentmindedly set the mister down upon the sideboard. “I’m fine, just you know. Fine.”
Now Harry knew for certain that there was something bothering Neville. Neville never plonked down the mister directly on to the sideboard- it left awful white rings on the wood, that were a devil to remove.
Harry moved close behind Neville and wrapped his arms around him. “You can tell me, you know,” his mouth moving closer to Neville’s ear, “I don’t bite.”
Neville stiffened and tried to squirm away, Harry held on tighter, his concern mounting by the minute.
“Nev, would you just talk to me, please?” implored Harry, wishing Neville was facing him then he could use his ‘puppy eyes’ on him. That always worked on Neville, that and sex.
Neville mumbled something nondescript and Harry bit his earlobe.
“Do you think we have enough sex!” blurted Neville.
Harry blinked, and then blinked again. Where the hell had that come from? Why they’d only just done it this morning and they’d had a nice snogging/groping session when Harry had taken Neville a cup of tea out to him at eleven ‘o’clock, plus there was that little round of frotting when they’d both been making cheese sandwiches in the kitchen for lunch.
“What?” snapped Harry.
Neville cleared his throat. “Sex. Do you think we have enough of it?”
“Erm,” Harry’s brain was supplying a rather pleasant mental image of all the times that they did have sex and how they had sex and sometimes with what they had sex with. “Umm, yes?” squeaked out Harry before readjusting his jeans.
“Is that a question?” asked a somewhat bemused Neville.
“Umm no?”
“You sure about that?”
Harry screwed his face up in puzzlement. When had he lost control of the conversation again? Round about the time he was picturing Neville naked and touching his toes or maybe it was the time Neville was happily perched on his cock, doing something interesting to his nipples or maybe it was the one where Neville had tied him to the bed and was doing something rather unhygienic with his tongue to his arsehole.
“What? What’s brought this on?”
“Well, I just thought,” Neville’s eyes slid over to the Muggle computer that sat in the corner of the room, “I just thought-”
“That,” prompted Harry.
“Well, it has you shagging anybody and everybody but me! And I just thought that if everybody else thinks you should be shagging everybody else but me then maybe you might think you should be shagging somebody else or that we should shag more to make up for all the shagging that doesn’t involve me or something.”
“Eh?” Harry scratched his head then too glanced at the computer, understanding slowly dawning upon him. “I knew I shouldn’t have shown you how to register for sites!”
Neville glared.
“Look, they write about me erm having sex with people because I’m not having sex with them in real life nor am I about to because you know, I like having sex with you and just you and maybe that thing we’ve got hidden in the bottom of the sock draw but that doesn’t really count cos we only use it together or when one of us is away and then its well, yeah.” Harry felt his cheeks burning hot but soldiered on bravely. ” And I think we should probably just disconnect the damned thing and go have sex.”
Neville burst out laughing. “Oh you do, do you?”
“Umm yeah,” answered Harry, “ more sex can never hurt!”
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