Not A V-Day Ficathon Fic - "Needles And Pins", Chapter 3
Greetings yet again, Harry/Cedric slashfans! I'm very proud to present Chapter 3 of "Needles And Pins". Thanks, again, to all who have commented on Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 so far. If you've read those first two chapters, you remember that Chapter 1 was rated G, Chapter 2 a strong PG13. Well, folks, Chapter 3 is rated a hard R for nudity and sexual activity. Any guesses about the rating for the final installment, Chapter 4? Anyone? Bueller?
Unfortunately, dear ones, you might have to wait a few days for Chapter 4. It's going to be a busy, computer-free day for me tomorrow, and the next day we're leaving for a 10-day trip to Arizona. For this reason, and also because Chapter 4 is still being written, it may be Monday or Tuesday, or even - horrors! - Wednesday before Chapter 4 sees the light of day on twoseekers. But I promise you, slash bunnies, it shall appear sooner or later. I would never leave you without resolution. Mwah.
--Seven
Needles And Pins, Chapter 3
The kiss they shared this time was somehow deeper and more intimate than before, sweeter and more passionate, leisurely instead of frantic. Their lips parted and Harry pulled back a bit, wanting to watch Cedric's face as he began to slip his hand up under his shirt again. But Cedric said, "One more thing, Harry - I don't know about you, but I'm thinking this sofa is getting uncomfortable."
Harry smirked. "Well, you're the one lying on the sofa - I'm lying on you," he said cheekily.
Cedric laughed again. Harry decided he liked that sound. A lot. "True," Cedric conceded. "But I think we'd both be a bit more comfortable if I, er, switched things around a bit." There was a slightly mischievous look on his face that made Harry wonder what the older boy had in mind. "What do you mean?" he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
"Get up a second and I'll show you," Cedric said, looking definitely mischievous and rather smug by now. Harry reluctantly levered himself up, trying not to stick his elbows or knees into any soft parts of Cedric's body and mostly succeeding. He stood shakily, ran a hand through his hair, then reached down for his forgotten bottle of Butterbeer and took a deep, refreshing swig. Out of the corner of his eye - as clearly as he could see without his glasses - he watched Cedric stand up, take off his robe and toss it over the nearest armchair, then discreetly adjust the front of his trousers, giving a little sigh of relief as he did so. Harry thought that looked like a good idea, so he did it too, with an identical sigh. He caught Cedric's eye then, and they both giggled. Then Cedric reached down for his own Butterbeer, his wand in his other hand, and said, "Right, stand back a bit, Harry." Harry did, and then, with a deep breath and a look of concentration on his face, Cedric changed the sofa into a large, comfy-looking bed, complete with hanging curtains, just like the regular dorm beds, only twice as wide.
It was one of the more impressive pieces of Transfiguration Harry had ever seen, and he whistled appreciatively. Suddenly he remembered Ron telling him how Cedric had Transfigured a rock into a Labrador Retriever during the first Task. "Nice," he said sincerely. "Transfiguration must be your best subject."
"It's certainly one of my favorites," Cedric admitted, putting the bottle and his wand down on the end-table beside Harry's glasses. Harry noted that the smug look had been replaced by the heavy-lidded look of desire, as Cedric approached him and reached out for the fastening at the front of his robe. He kept eye contact with Harry as he unbuttoned the robe, slid it off Harry's shoulders and tossed it over the armchair on top of his own. Then he took Harry's face in his hands and kissed him again, deeply, longingly, lusciously. Harry responded enthusiastically, standing up on tiptoe and wrapping his arms around the taller boy, thinking that he could go his whole life without ever getting tired of being kissed by Cedric Diggory.
He was so wrapped up in the kiss that he hardly noticed Cedric's fingers working at his throat until his tie slipped from around his neck, and then Cedric's fingers were on the top buttons of his shirt. Harry pulled back a bit, breaking the kiss, and reached for Cedric's tie, only a little less frantically than he had done earlier. He heard Cedric chuckle quietly, and then say, "Let me."
But Harry didn't want that. "No, no," he gasped. "I - I want to undress you. If that's okay." He looked up into Cedric's face. The Hufflepuff's eyebrows had gone up, but he smiled and said, "Of course that's okay. I have to admit I'm a bit surprised here, Harry. I mean, I really wasn't expecting this to happen today, and, uh, I have no idea how much experience you have, whether you've ever, you know, done anything like this before." He paused, seeming unsure what to say next.
Harry filled in the silence for him by responding, "Actually, to be perfectly honest, um. I'd never even kissed anyone like that. You know, with, um, tongue. But it was nice. Is nice, I mean." He paused for breath, then continued, "You're a great kisser." He reached for Cedric's tie again, feeling the older boy's hands at the hem of his jumper now, his thumbs caressing the sides of Harry's hips.
Cedric looked thoughtful. "Hmm. There's a part of me that wants to say, 'Thanks, mate, so are you'. And yet, there's another part of me," he continued with another devious smirk, "that wants to say, 'And you would know this how, exactly?'" Harry was glad he had finally got the blasted tie undone; he dropped it on the floor and stared at Cedric.
Then, all of a sudden, Harry decided he knew how to fix that attitude. He licked his lips, swallowed, and, looking straight into Cedric's eyes, dropped one hand down to the older boy's crotch and took hold of his cock through his trousers. His sudden gasp, along with the way his knees shook, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, were all eminently satisfying to Harry. He smirked and said sweetly, "And what does this part say?" He gave Cedric a firm stroke up and down, and his knees shook even more, his eyelids fluttered and he gasped out, "Oh God, Harry," clutching the Gryffindor's waist tightly. Harry felt his own eyelashes descend over his eyes, in what he hoped was a decent imitation of Cedric's hot half-lidded gaze, and said, "I may be inexperienced compared to you, Cedric, but I've got a pretty good imagination. And I'm not scared of you, or unsure about all this, so stop treating me like some third-year girl, or something." And with that he grabbed the hem of Cedric's jumper, yanked it up over his head and arms, and shoved the older boy back towards the bed.
In the next moment, they were on it, Cedric flat on his back as Harry pulled his own jumper off, straddling his companion. Cedric got his elbows under him and, after another hot, sloppy, frantic kiss, pushed himself up towards the head of the bed. Harry followed on his hands and knees, prying his shoes off, yanking at Cedric's shirt buttons and trying to thrust his tongue into Cedric's mouth at the same time. He felt Cedric's hands at his own buttons, but Harry was first, and he swept the older boy's shirt aside and covered Cedric's body with his own, kissing not his mouth this time, but his throat, his jawline, under his ear, while Cedric whimpered open-mouthed and thrust his hips up into Harry's. And then, finally, Harry achieved the goal that he had set himself earlier, and his fingers connected with Cedric's unclothed nipples.
He must have pinched harder than he'd intended to, because Cedric gave a loud, open-mouthed noise that was half groan and half shout. He threw his head back into the pillows, his eyes closing tight, and his hands clenched around Harry's waist as his hips jerked convulsively. Harry let go, surprised at the reaction he'd elicited from the now very flushed-looking young man beneath him. As Cedric's gaze came back into focus on Harry's face, Harry said, "Sorry, didn't mean to - hope I didn't hurt you..." But Cedric smiled rather dazedly, and said, "No, Harry, s'okay, you didn't hurt me, not really. I'm - my nipples are really sensitive. You just took me by surprise, is all. I don't want you to stop, but maybe we could slow down a bit, eh? This isn't a race, you know. We've got plenty of time." He smiled up at Harry again, looking a bit less like he'd just been Obliviated.
At Cedric's mention of time, Harry realized that he had no idea just what time it was. He glanced up and saw that the lamps were lit and the windows were dark, but he couldn't see anything else clearly in the room, and couldn't remember whether he had seen a clock anywhere. He asked Cedric, "What time is it, anyway, do you know?" Cedric sat up a bit, looked over at the mantel and said, "Looks like almost six. I hope you don't mind missing dinner...?" He looked unsure, so Harry said quickly, "I wouldn't miss this - I wouldn't miss you, for all the dinners in the world." That brought the bright smile back to Cedric's face, and Harry was so glad to see it he kissed it again. A sudden memory occurred to him, and he laughed against Cedric's lips. Cedric said, "What's so funny?" without pulling back, continuing to brush his lips against Harry's, and Harry admitted, "Seamus Finnegan was teasing me at lunch; he said, 'So Harry, which lucky Valentine sender will ye be snoggin' first tonight?'" Harry delivered the line in an atrocious approximation of Seamus' Irish burr. Cedric laughed briefly, but then pulled away with an indignant mock-frown on his face, and said, "First?!?"
Harry couldn't let that stand. "First, last and only," he reassured Cedric in a tone of voice so affectionate it surprised even him. But it was worth it, when he saw how Cedric's face softened, and he smiled sweetly. The older boy's hand came up to the side of Harry's face again, and they kissed with that intimacy and tenderness they had shared before. Then Harry felt Cedric shift underneath him; he propped himself up on one elbow, wound one arm around Harry's shoulders and the other around his waist, and rolled them over, pushing the younger boy down onto the bed beneath him. Harry had thought being on top was mighty fine, but then realized that there was something very erotic, and yet almost comforting, about feeling Cedric's weight upon him. The feeling intensified when Cedric, his mouth beginning to explore Harry's face and neck, took Harry's right hand and pulled it up above his head, lacing their fingers together and returning his other hand to the task of unbuttoning Harry's shirt. Harry usually didn't like being held down or restrained in any way, but in this situation, with a boy he trusted and desired, he discovered the thrilling satisfaction of giving up a bit of control.
Cedric seemed equally moved by Harry's submission; he pulled away from their kiss, having finally got Harry's shirt open, and caressed his younger companion's chest, a look of devotion in his eyes. He took a breath, then said in a bit of a rush, "In case you weren't aware of it yet, Harry, I've been waiting for this for a long time." As he said it, Harry suddenly became aware of the power he had over this young man, the power to make him happy or sad, satisfied or disappointed, and simultaneously he acknowledged to himself that Cedric had that same power over him. It was scary, and yet it felt good too, to trust someone so completely. Harry had thought he trusted his best friends that way, and he still felt that way about Hermione; but his disagreement with Ron had shaken his faith in friendships a bit. Plus, this new - relationship? - he had with Cedric wasn't a friendship, really, not like his friendships with Ron and Hermione. Harry had to admit that the arena of sexual relationships, even with other boys, was looking like it would be much more complex than he had thought it might be at first.
Harry had been about to reply to Cedric's statement, but he was prevented by Cedric's mouth descending upon his again. He really didn't feel like talking much anymore anyway, but he did want to respond at least minimally. So between one hot kiss and the next, he muttered into Cedric's mouth, "Want you too...so much...since last year...oh God that's good, oooh don't stop..." Cedric, having run a firm hand all up and down Harry's chest and stomach, had come back to Harry's left nipple and was making light little circles over it with his palm. Harry squirmed, gasping for breath, nudging his groin up into Cedric's, desperate for more sensation. Cedric smiled a toothy, predatory grin at Harry, and said, sounding a bit breathless himself, "That's one of my favorite nipple things, too." And then, after a slight pause during which he continued the caress, devouring Harry with his eyes, he said in a lower voice than Harry had heard from him yet, "Fuck, you're beautiful like this." Harry blinked. It was the first time he had ever heard Cedric swear.
He instantly decided that they both needed to be naked, now. He struggled against Cedric's restraining hand, and the older boy quickly released him, rolling off Harry enough to allow him to sit up and pull his shirt off. Harry reached for Cedric's shirt too, yanked it off him, tossed both garments to the floor, and then lunged for the older boy's belt buckle, struggling to undo it while kissing him frantically. Once again Cedric put his hands to Harry's face, quieting and deepening their kiss, and he whispered against Harry's lips, "Easy, baby, easy. Plenty of time, remember?" Harry nodded jerkily, continuing with his work, and feeling Cedric's hands at Harry's own trousers. They kissed again, more leisurely this time, and although Harry did his best to get his hands down Cedric's pants as soon as possible, Cedric prevented that by gripping Harry firmly by the hips and urging him up off the bed.
Harry got to his knees, steadying himself by putting his hands on Cedric's shoulders as the older boy tugged both trousers and underwear over Harry's hips and down his thighs. He glanced down, then back up into Harry's face, smiling reassuringly. Cedric's hands stopped near Harry's knees, and Harry realized he was going to have to either sit down or stand up to get his trousers all the way off and, suddenly nervous, he decided on standing. It turned out to be the wrong decision, as he quickly lost his balance and ended up on his rear end on the bed anyway. By this time, Cedric was giggling madly, and it was such an infectious sound, he joined in, despite his shyness at being naked in front of Cedric. Not that he hadn't been naked in front of his dorm-mates and team-mates before. But this was different - this was his first partner. His first lover. Harry felt hot pinpricks all down his spine just at the thought of the word.
Cedric seemed to understand how anxious Harry was, and he mostly kept his eyes on Harry's face as he completed his task. When he'd gotten Harry's trousers down to his ankles, he hooked his thumbs into the tops of Harry's socks and removed them as well. Impressed by the smoothness of this maneuver, Harry wondered briefly how many times Cedric had practiced it before. Cedric rolled up to his knees as well and took advantage of Harry's unclothed state to run his hands up Harry's body, from his ankles all the way up to his ribcage. The look in his eyes, as they followed the path his hands had taken, said clearly how much he admired the view. Harry could feel himself blushing, and, feeling the hot prickle down his back again, he turned his gaze away from Cedric's in embarrassment, focussing instead on the heavy gold chain Cedric wore around his neck. There was a pendant dangling from the clasp, something that looked like a yellowish fang, but Harry couldn't see it all that clearly. A moment later he felt a gentle touch under his chin, and heard his companion whisper, "Hey." Still blushing, Harry looked up, only to be captivated by the worshipful look in those luminous grey eyes. "You're beautiful," Cedric murmured adoringly, and it was said with such sincerity that Harry blushed again.
His hands were at the older boy's waist again when Cedric said smoothly, "I think this'll be less awkward if I stand up, don't you?" As Harry answered, "Um, sure, okay," he slid off the bed and stood in front of Harry, looking at him expectantly. "Do you still want to undress me?" he said, with a raised eyebrow and a bit of a challenge in his voice. Goaded, Harry responded rather saucily, "Like I said, I'm not about to change my mind now." And he reached for Cedric's trousers again, sliding them down over his hips and admiring his colourful, snug-fitting briefs before pulling them down too.
Cedric's erection sprang up eagerly right before Harry's eyes, leaning over as he was, and Harry was so tempted to wrap his hand around it and stroke it, as he had earlier, that he almost forgot what he was doing. But Cedric's hands on his shoulders reminded him, and he pushed trousers and underwear down to the floor so Cedric could step out of them. This he did, taking a little step back to take his socks off, and then straightening up to give Harry a good long look. And look Harry did, watching Cedric stretch his back and then run both hands back through his hair in a very seductive manner. The older boy seemed not at all embarrassed about being stared at so openly, and Harry wondered again fleetingly how many times Cedric had done this before. But it wasn't as though Cedric had anything to be ashamed of; he was flawless, his creamy winter-pale skin riding smoothly over his well-defined, Quidditch-strengthened muscles. He was perfectly proportioned for his height, broad in the shoulders, slender through his waist and hips, the definition in his arm and thigh muscles precise and lovely, his cock standing up proudly from its nest of dark golden curls. That, Harry thought dizzily, was nothing to be ashamed of, either. Suddenly Harry remembered seeing a picture of a famous marble statue of David in one of his primary-school textbooks, and couldn't help making the comparison. Cedric was as perfectly sculpted as that statue, only out of warm, living flesh instead of cold marble. And as far as Harry could recall, the statue hadn't had a hard-on like that.
"Like what you see?" said the statue, startling Harry out of his reverie again. His gaze snapped back up to Cedric's face, which wore a seductive, smug little smirk again. Harry smiled, laughed breathily, and shook his head. "Wow. God, you're amazing. You're the beautiful one, really. Like a statue," he heard himself say, betraying his thoughts before he could stop himself. Cedric just gave a quiet little laugh of his own, saying, "Mmm, well, thanks, but you're no slouch yourself in the beautiful body department." And with that, he advanced on Harry again, planting his hands and knees on the bed and crawling up it while Harry scrambled back up toward the pillows underneath him. Cedric pulled the covers back, Harry scooted under them and Cedric followed, and then they were embracing, sliding gloriously against each other, naked skin to naked skin, kissing breathlessly. Cedric was still on top, and Harry eagerly parted his legs for his older lover to snuggle between them, but to his surprise, Cedric didn't; instead he shifted off Harry, pulled back from their kiss to look the young Gryffindor in the face, and then ran a hand down his body and took a firm hold of Harry's cock.
Harry would have told Cedric to wipe that self-satisfied look off his face if he hadn't been so busy moaning and arching his hips up into the other boy's hand. Cedric stroked him slowly, his grip now light and teasing, his pace maddening, just enough to keep Harry squirming but not enough to really get him close to orgasm. After a few moments he paused and shifted his weight again; Harry opened his eyes to see that Cedric was scooting down the bed again, his head now level with Harry's shoulders. He looked up and whispered, "Tell me if I do something you're not comfortable with, okay?" To which Harry replied, rather shakily, "Just don't stop, please just don't stop - ah!" Harry jerked as Cedric's talented lips latched onto Harry's nipple and kissed it lovingly, then parted to allow his tongue to rasp over the hard little nub. Harry whimpered, writhing, and Cedric moved on to the other nipple, eliciting a similar reaction the second time around. His hand, meanwhile, was still busy at Harry's groin, now switching from just stroking Harry's cock to delicately caressing his balls and then stroking the crease between Harry's hip and thigh. This last made Harry jerk again, only this time with ticklishness rather than pure pleasure, and Cedric smirked, but stopped. He continued down Harry's chest and stomach, kissing here, licking there, stopping just underneath his ribcage and giving a bite firm enough to make Harry shout, though more with surprise than actual pain.
Finally Cedric stopped, crouched over Harry's groin, his own hard cock pressing against Harry's leg. He gave a gasp and a jerk as he felt Cedric's chin brush against the head of his cock. Cedric was licking his lower belly, below his navel, and humming with pleasure. And then Harry realized - oh Lord. It was the sticky spot where Harry's stiff, eager prick had been leaking precome onto his belly for a good twenty minutes. Cedric looked up for a moment, licking his lips, his eyes on fire, and said lowly, "You're delicious." Harry could only moan in response and arch his hips up, wordlessly begging for more.
Harry shook with pleasure and anticipation as more hot little kisses and licks were deposited everywhere but where he really wanted them, until finally he'd had enough of the teasing. He reached down and threaded a hand into Cedric's hair, feeling the clean, soft strands slide between his fingers like silk, and groaned, "God, please, Cedric - please..." Cedric got the message, and with a swift, intense look into Harry's eyes, licked wetly up the length of Harry's straining hard-on.
Needles And Pins, Chapter 4
Unfortunately, dear ones, you might have to wait a few days for Chapter 4. It's going to be a busy, computer-free day for me tomorrow, and the next day we're leaving for a 10-day trip to Arizona. For this reason, and also because Chapter 4 is still being written, it may be Monday or Tuesday, or even - horrors! - Wednesday before Chapter 4 sees the light of day on twoseekers. But I promise you, slash bunnies, it shall appear sooner or later. I would never leave you without resolution. Mwah.
--Seven
Needles And Pins, Chapter 3
The kiss they shared this time was somehow deeper and more intimate than before, sweeter and more passionate, leisurely instead of frantic. Their lips parted and Harry pulled back a bit, wanting to watch Cedric's face as he began to slip his hand up under his shirt again. But Cedric said, "One more thing, Harry - I don't know about you, but I'm thinking this sofa is getting uncomfortable."
Harry smirked. "Well, you're the one lying on the sofa - I'm lying on you," he said cheekily.
Cedric laughed again. Harry decided he liked that sound. A lot. "True," Cedric conceded. "But I think we'd both be a bit more comfortable if I, er, switched things around a bit." There was a slightly mischievous look on his face that made Harry wonder what the older boy had in mind. "What do you mean?" he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
"Get up a second and I'll show you," Cedric said, looking definitely mischievous and rather smug by now. Harry reluctantly levered himself up, trying not to stick his elbows or knees into any soft parts of Cedric's body and mostly succeeding. He stood shakily, ran a hand through his hair, then reached down for his forgotten bottle of Butterbeer and took a deep, refreshing swig. Out of the corner of his eye - as clearly as he could see without his glasses - he watched Cedric stand up, take off his robe and toss it over the nearest armchair, then discreetly adjust the front of his trousers, giving a little sigh of relief as he did so. Harry thought that looked like a good idea, so he did it too, with an identical sigh. He caught Cedric's eye then, and they both giggled. Then Cedric reached down for his own Butterbeer, his wand in his other hand, and said, "Right, stand back a bit, Harry." Harry did, and then, with a deep breath and a look of concentration on his face, Cedric changed the sofa into a large, comfy-looking bed, complete with hanging curtains, just like the regular dorm beds, only twice as wide.
It was one of the more impressive pieces of Transfiguration Harry had ever seen, and he whistled appreciatively. Suddenly he remembered Ron telling him how Cedric had Transfigured a rock into a Labrador Retriever during the first Task. "Nice," he said sincerely. "Transfiguration must be your best subject."
"It's certainly one of my favorites," Cedric admitted, putting the bottle and his wand down on the end-table beside Harry's glasses. Harry noted that the smug look had been replaced by the heavy-lidded look of desire, as Cedric approached him and reached out for the fastening at the front of his robe. He kept eye contact with Harry as he unbuttoned the robe, slid it off Harry's shoulders and tossed it over the armchair on top of his own. Then he took Harry's face in his hands and kissed him again, deeply, longingly, lusciously. Harry responded enthusiastically, standing up on tiptoe and wrapping his arms around the taller boy, thinking that he could go his whole life without ever getting tired of being kissed by Cedric Diggory.
He was so wrapped up in the kiss that he hardly noticed Cedric's fingers working at his throat until his tie slipped from around his neck, and then Cedric's fingers were on the top buttons of his shirt. Harry pulled back a bit, breaking the kiss, and reached for Cedric's tie, only a little less frantically than he had done earlier. He heard Cedric chuckle quietly, and then say, "Let me."
But Harry didn't want that. "No, no," he gasped. "I - I want to undress you. If that's okay." He looked up into Cedric's face. The Hufflepuff's eyebrows had gone up, but he smiled and said, "Of course that's okay. I have to admit I'm a bit surprised here, Harry. I mean, I really wasn't expecting this to happen today, and, uh, I have no idea how much experience you have, whether you've ever, you know, done anything like this before." He paused, seeming unsure what to say next.
Harry filled in the silence for him by responding, "Actually, to be perfectly honest, um. I'd never even kissed anyone like that. You know, with, um, tongue. But it was nice. Is nice, I mean." He paused for breath, then continued, "You're a great kisser." He reached for Cedric's tie again, feeling the older boy's hands at the hem of his jumper now, his thumbs caressing the sides of Harry's hips.
Cedric looked thoughtful. "Hmm. There's a part of me that wants to say, 'Thanks, mate, so are you'. And yet, there's another part of me," he continued with another devious smirk, "that wants to say, 'And you would know this how, exactly?'" Harry was glad he had finally got the blasted tie undone; he dropped it on the floor and stared at Cedric.
Then, all of a sudden, Harry decided he knew how to fix that attitude. He licked his lips, swallowed, and, looking straight into Cedric's eyes, dropped one hand down to the older boy's crotch and took hold of his cock through his trousers. His sudden gasp, along with the way his knees shook, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, were all eminently satisfying to Harry. He smirked and said sweetly, "And what does this part say?" He gave Cedric a firm stroke up and down, and his knees shook even more, his eyelids fluttered and he gasped out, "Oh God, Harry," clutching the Gryffindor's waist tightly. Harry felt his own eyelashes descend over his eyes, in what he hoped was a decent imitation of Cedric's hot half-lidded gaze, and said, "I may be inexperienced compared to you, Cedric, but I've got a pretty good imagination. And I'm not scared of you, or unsure about all this, so stop treating me like some third-year girl, or something." And with that he grabbed the hem of Cedric's jumper, yanked it up over his head and arms, and shoved the older boy back towards the bed.
In the next moment, they were on it, Cedric flat on his back as Harry pulled his own jumper off, straddling his companion. Cedric got his elbows under him and, after another hot, sloppy, frantic kiss, pushed himself up towards the head of the bed. Harry followed on his hands and knees, prying his shoes off, yanking at Cedric's shirt buttons and trying to thrust his tongue into Cedric's mouth at the same time. He felt Cedric's hands at his own buttons, but Harry was first, and he swept the older boy's shirt aside and covered Cedric's body with his own, kissing not his mouth this time, but his throat, his jawline, under his ear, while Cedric whimpered open-mouthed and thrust his hips up into Harry's. And then, finally, Harry achieved the goal that he had set himself earlier, and his fingers connected with Cedric's unclothed nipples.
He must have pinched harder than he'd intended to, because Cedric gave a loud, open-mouthed noise that was half groan and half shout. He threw his head back into the pillows, his eyes closing tight, and his hands clenched around Harry's waist as his hips jerked convulsively. Harry let go, surprised at the reaction he'd elicited from the now very flushed-looking young man beneath him. As Cedric's gaze came back into focus on Harry's face, Harry said, "Sorry, didn't mean to - hope I didn't hurt you..." But Cedric smiled rather dazedly, and said, "No, Harry, s'okay, you didn't hurt me, not really. I'm - my nipples are really sensitive. You just took me by surprise, is all. I don't want you to stop, but maybe we could slow down a bit, eh? This isn't a race, you know. We've got plenty of time." He smiled up at Harry again, looking a bit less like he'd just been Obliviated.
At Cedric's mention of time, Harry realized that he had no idea just what time it was. He glanced up and saw that the lamps were lit and the windows were dark, but he couldn't see anything else clearly in the room, and couldn't remember whether he had seen a clock anywhere. He asked Cedric, "What time is it, anyway, do you know?" Cedric sat up a bit, looked over at the mantel and said, "Looks like almost six. I hope you don't mind missing dinner...?" He looked unsure, so Harry said quickly, "I wouldn't miss this - I wouldn't miss you, for all the dinners in the world." That brought the bright smile back to Cedric's face, and Harry was so glad to see it he kissed it again. A sudden memory occurred to him, and he laughed against Cedric's lips. Cedric said, "What's so funny?" without pulling back, continuing to brush his lips against Harry's, and Harry admitted, "Seamus Finnegan was teasing me at lunch; he said, 'So Harry, which lucky Valentine sender will ye be snoggin' first tonight?'" Harry delivered the line in an atrocious approximation of Seamus' Irish burr. Cedric laughed briefly, but then pulled away with an indignant mock-frown on his face, and said, "First?!?"
Harry couldn't let that stand. "First, last and only," he reassured Cedric in a tone of voice so affectionate it surprised even him. But it was worth it, when he saw how Cedric's face softened, and he smiled sweetly. The older boy's hand came up to the side of Harry's face again, and they kissed with that intimacy and tenderness they had shared before. Then Harry felt Cedric shift underneath him; he propped himself up on one elbow, wound one arm around Harry's shoulders and the other around his waist, and rolled them over, pushing the younger boy down onto the bed beneath him. Harry had thought being on top was mighty fine, but then realized that there was something very erotic, and yet almost comforting, about feeling Cedric's weight upon him. The feeling intensified when Cedric, his mouth beginning to explore Harry's face and neck, took Harry's right hand and pulled it up above his head, lacing their fingers together and returning his other hand to the task of unbuttoning Harry's shirt. Harry usually didn't like being held down or restrained in any way, but in this situation, with a boy he trusted and desired, he discovered the thrilling satisfaction of giving up a bit of control.
Cedric seemed equally moved by Harry's submission; he pulled away from their kiss, having finally got Harry's shirt open, and caressed his younger companion's chest, a look of devotion in his eyes. He took a breath, then said in a bit of a rush, "In case you weren't aware of it yet, Harry, I've been waiting for this for a long time." As he said it, Harry suddenly became aware of the power he had over this young man, the power to make him happy or sad, satisfied or disappointed, and simultaneously he acknowledged to himself that Cedric had that same power over him. It was scary, and yet it felt good too, to trust someone so completely. Harry had thought he trusted his best friends that way, and he still felt that way about Hermione; but his disagreement with Ron had shaken his faith in friendships a bit. Plus, this new - relationship? - he had with Cedric wasn't a friendship, really, not like his friendships with Ron and Hermione. Harry had to admit that the arena of sexual relationships, even with other boys, was looking like it would be much more complex than he had thought it might be at first.
Harry had been about to reply to Cedric's statement, but he was prevented by Cedric's mouth descending upon his again. He really didn't feel like talking much anymore anyway, but he did want to respond at least minimally. So between one hot kiss and the next, he muttered into Cedric's mouth, "Want you too...so much...since last year...oh God that's good, oooh don't stop..." Cedric, having run a firm hand all up and down Harry's chest and stomach, had come back to Harry's left nipple and was making light little circles over it with his palm. Harry squirmed, gasping for breath, nudging his groin up into Cedric's, desperate for more sensation. Cedric smiled a toothy, predatory grin at Harry, and said, sounding a bit breathless himself, "That's one of my favorite nipple things, too." And then, after a slight pause during which he continued the caress, devouring Harry with his eyes, he said in a lower voice than Harry had heard from him yet, "Fuck, you're beautiful like this." Harry blinked. It was the first time he had ever heard Cedric swear.
He instantly decided that they both needed to be naked, now. He struggled against Cedric's restraining hand, and the older boy quickly released him, rolling off Harry enough to allow him to sit up and pull his shirt off. Harry reached for Cedric's shirt too, yanked it off him, tossed both garments to the floor, and then lunged for the older boy's belt buckle, struggling to undo it while kissing him frantically. Once again Cedric put his hands to Harry's face, quieting and deepening their kiss, and he whispered against Harry's lips, "Easy, baby, easy. Plenty of time, remember?" Harry nodded jerkily, continuing with his work, and feeling Cedric's hands at Harry's own trousers. They kissed again, more leisurely this time, and although Harry did his best to get his hands down Cedric's pants as soon as possible, Cedric prevented that by gripping Harry firmly by the hips and urging him up off the bed.
Harry got to his knees, steadying himself by putting his hands on Cedric's shoulders as the older boy tugged both trousers and underwear over Harry's hips and down his thighs. He glanced down, then back up into Harry's face, smiling reassuringly. Cedric's hands stopped near Harry's knees, and Harry realized he was going to have to either sit down or stand up to get his trousers all the way off and, suddenly nervous, he decided on standing. It turned out to be the wrong decision, as he quickly lost his balance and ended up on his rear end on the bed anyway. By this time, Cedric was giggling madly, and it was such an infectious sound, he joined in, despite his shyness at being naked in front of Cedric. Not that he hadn't been naked in front of his dorm-mates and team-mates before. But this was different - this was his first partner. His first lover. Harry felt hot pinpricks all down his spine just at the thought of the word.
Cedric seemed to understand how anxious Harry was, and he mostly kept his eyes on Harry's face as he completed his task. When he'd gotten Harry's trousers down to his ankles, he hooked his thumbs into the tops of Harry's socks and removed them as well. Impressed by the smoothness of this maneuver, Harry wondered briefly how many times Cedric had practiced it before. Cedric rolled up to his knees as well and took advantage of Harry's unclothed state to run his hands up Harry's body, from his ankles all the way up to his ribcage. The look in his eyes, as they followed the path his hands had taken, said clearly how much he admired the view. Harry could feel himself blushing, and, feeling the hot prickle down his back again, he turned his gaze away from Cedric's in embarrassment, focussing instead on the heavy gold chain Cedric wore around his neck. There was a pendant dangling from the clasp, something that looked like a yellowish fang, but Harry couldn't see it all that clearly. A moment later he felt a gentle touch under his chin, and heard his companion whisper, "Hey." Still blushing, Harry looked up, only to be captivated by the worshipful look in those luminous grey eyes. "You're beautiful," Cedric murmured adoringly, and it was said with such sincerity that Harry blushed again.
His hands were at the older boy's waist again when Cedric said smoothly, "I think this'll be less awkward if I stand up, don't you?" As Harry answered, "Um, sure, okay," he slid off the bed and stood in front of Harry, looking at him expectantly. "Do you still want to undress me?" he said, with a raised eyebrow and a bit of a challenge in his voice. Goaded, Harry responded rather saucily, "Like I said, I'm not about to change my mind now." And he reached for Cedric's trousers again, sliding them down over his hips and admiring his colourful, snug-fitting briefs before pulling them down too.
Cedric's erection sprang up eagerly right before Harry's eyes, leaning over as he was, and Harry was so tempted to wrap his hand around it and stroke it, as he had earlier, that he almost forgot what he was doing. But Cedric's hands on his shoulders reminded him, and he pushed trousers and underwear down to the floor so Cedric could step out of them. This he did, taking a little step back to take his socks off, and then straightening up to give Harry a good long look. And look Harry did, watching Cedric stretch his back and then run both hands back through his hair in a very seductive manner. The older boy seemed not at all embarrassed about being stared at so openly, and Harry wondered again fleetingly how many times Cedric had done this before. But it wasn't as though Cedric had anything to be ashamed of; he was flawless, his creamy winter-pale skin riding smoothly over his well-defined, Quidditch-strengthened muscles. He was perfectly proportioned for his height, broad in the shoulders, slender through his waist and hips, the definition in his arm and thigh muscles precise and lovely, his cock standing up proudly from its nest of dark golden curls. That, Harry thought dizzily, was nothing to be ashamed of, either. Suddenly Harry remembered seeing a picture of a famous marble statue of David in one of his primary-school textbooks, and couldn't help making the comparison. Cedric was as perfectly sculpted as that statue, only out of warm, living flesh instead of cold marble. And as far as Harry could recall, the statue hadn't had a hard-on like that.
"Like what you see?" said the statue, startling Harry out of his reverie again. His gaze snapped back up to Cedric's face, which wore a seductive, smug little smirk again. Harry smiled, laughed breathily, and shook his head. "Wow. God, you're amazing. You're the beautiful one, really. Like a statue," he heard himself say, betraying his thoughts before he could stop himself. Cedric just gave a quiet little laugh of his own, saying, "Mmm, well, thanks, but you're no slouch yourself in the beautiful body department." And with that, he advanced on Harry again, planting his hands and knees on the bed and crawling up it while Harry scrambled back up toward the pillows underneath him. Cedric pulled the covers back, Harry scooted under them and Cedric followed, and then they were embracing, sliding gloriously against each other, naked skin to naked skin, kissing breathlessly. Cedric was still on top, and Harry eagerly parted his legs for his older lover to snuggle between them, but to his surprise, Cedric didn't; instead he shifted off Harry, pulled back from their kiss to look the young Gryffindor in the face, and then ran a hand down his body and took a firm hold of Harry's cock.
Harry would have told Cedric to wipe that self-satisfied look off his face if he hadn't been so busy moaning and arching his hips up into the other boy's hand. Cedric stroked him slowly, his grip now light and teasing, his pace maddening, just enough to keep Harry squirming but not enough to really get him close to orgasm. After a few moments he paused and shifted his weight again; Harry opened his eyes to see that Cedric was scooting down the bed again, his head now level with Harry's shoulders. He looked up and whispered, "Tell me if I do something you're not comfortable with, okay?" To which Harry replied, rather shakily, "Just don't stop, please just don't stop - ah!" Harry jerked as Cedric's talented lips latched onto Harry's nipple and kissed it lovingly, then parted to allow his tongue to rasp over the hard little nub. Harry whimpered, writhing, and Cedric moved on to the other nipple, eliciting a similar reaction the second time around. His hand, meanwhile, was still busy at Harry's groin, now switching from just stroking Harry's cock to delicately caressing his balls and then stroking the crease between Harry's hip and thigh. This last made Harry jerk again, only this time with ticklishness rather than pure pleasure, and Cedric smirked, but stopped. He continued down Harry's chest and stomach, kissing here, licking there, stopping just underneath his ribcage and giving a bite firm enough to make Harry shout, though more with surprise than actual pain.
Finally Cedric stopped, crouched over Harry's groin, his own hard cock pressing against Harry's leg. He gave a gasp and a jerk as he felt Cedric's chin brush against the head of his cock. Cedric was licking his lower belly, below his navel, and humming with pleasure. And then Harry realized - oh Lord. It was the sticky spot where Harry's stiff, eager prick had been leaking precome onto his belly for a good twenty minutes. Cedric looked up for a moment, licking his lips, his eyes on fire, and said lowly, "You're delicious." Harry could only moan in response and arch his hips up, wordlessly begging for more.
Harry shook with pleasure and anticipation as more hot little kisses and licks were deposited everywhere but where he really wanted them, until finally he'd had enough of the teasing. He reached down and threaded a hand into Cedric's hair, feeling the clean, soft strands slide between his fingers like silk, and groaned, "God, please, Cedric - please..." Cedric got the message, and with a swift, intense look into Harry's eyes, licked wetly up the length of Harry's straining hard-on.
Needles And Pins, Chapter 4