Hard Rock Title Challenge: Aero smith - Love in an Elevator
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Author: Vay
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters of the Harry Potter universe, nor do I own anything else of it really. It all belongs to JK Rowling

LOVE IN AN ELEVATOR by Vay

The door slid to a quiet close as the man inside leaned against the railing in the back. With a soft 'swish' the lift began to move, slowly rising floor by floor as it came closer and closer to its destination. The man in question, Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Three Time Winner of Potions Weekly's 'Man of the Year' Award, and Order of Merlin Third Class, granted to him during the final war between Dark and Light, was royally pissed off. He had been sent to this building to retrieve a valuable ingredient for one of his potions, and so far he had been given the run around from floor to floor, department to department, just to reach one man who seemed to be in every single room five minutes prior to Severus' arrival but nowhere in sight once he finally arrived. The game of cat and mouse was extremely frustrating, and Severus was ready to give up the entire pursuit and just go spend the 100 galleons more it would cost him to get the damned ingredient from some off-the market store up some shady alley he was known to frequent from time to time. Sighing to himself, the Professor crossed his arms against his chest and slumped further into the back wall, ignoring the railing that dug into the small of his back and trying desperately not to grind his teeth to the annoying music that was softly playing within the small box where he was entombed. Glancing up to the glowing numbers above the door, he frowned slightly as the lift slowed down and came to a stop on floor 6. He was currently headed to floor 18, and this stop was unwarranted and uncalled for; in his mind, the world was out to get him. This thought was confirmed moments later when the door quietly 'whooshed' open and none other than Harry fucking Potter walked into the elevator and pushed the number 12 button, smiling as he turned around and noticed the scowling man glaring bloody murder at him no more than two paces away.

"Professor! What a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?" The young man's voice oozed happiness and unspoken promises, and it made Severus' head ache from the thought of it.

"Potter, since when has a meeting between you and I ever been pleasant, and since when did you care about my personal affairs?" He tried to inflict a tone of disgusted boredom, but only managed to pull off the disgusted part. If Harry knew just exactly what Severus thought of him, he would no doubt run back out the door screaming. Harry had the grace to look slightly hurt before he crossed the small space and leaned against the railing beside the older man. He was about to add some witty retort before the lift gave a sickening lurch, the lights flashed, and the elevator came to an abrupt halt, caught between floors 8 and 9, if the dimly flickering numbers were any indication. Harry clumsily stumbled forwards at the jerk and felt a pair of strong arms encircle his waist, steadying him against a lean chest. His body tensed up as he braced himself against the taller man; the closeness, the heat, and the heady smell that was Severus Snape, invaded his senses and brought images to his overactive imagination; images which all involved one naked Potions Master, sweaty and panting, as he desecrated the small room they were in with the willing assistance of an enthusiastic lover; more specifically, himself.

Closing his eyes, Harry muttered a quiet 'thank you' as he placed his hands on the man's broad shoulders, but didn't move. A voice inside his head screamed at him, telling him now was the time to move, to push himself off the delectable man and step away, that he was being ridiculous; just what the hell was he doing still pressed up against Snape anyways? A calm voice, close to his ear, dark, sensuous, and smooth (and just where did the man learn to talk like that), brought Harry back to reality.

"It would appear that the elevator has stopped, and we are currently stuck within its meager confines." No panic in that voice, no disgust, no emotion, nothing but those liquid words and the straight facts; and this, for some odd reason, all went straight to Harry's cock. The thought of being stuck in an elevator with Snape, the man whom he had feared and lusted after ever since the beginning of school, who dominated his dreams even 3 years after graduation, only made his mind foggy with desire. Harry was now only aware of three things. One, that he was achingly hard and it was quite obviously pressed against Snape's leg; Two, that he couldn't move away even if he wanted to, as his mind had shut down and his legs refused to work; and Three, that while Snape was undoubtedly aware of the situation, he was not pushing him away. It was this third fact that Harry centered on, for in his mind, it was the most important.

"Umm...I'm...Sir, I'm sorry...for...uh, that." He pressed closer into Snape to show just exactly what 'that' was. Despite everything, Harry still did not move. He thought he heard a chuckle, and suddenly those strong hands were moving downwards from his waist and those long fingers were curling around his ass quit nicely. If Harry had thought that he couldn't get any closer to the man, he was obviously mistaken, because suddenly he was much, much closer, and Snape seemed to be having the same problem as well, since it was effectively pushed into Harry's abdomen.

"Whatever for, Mr. Potter?" His voice was deep, husky, liquid sex, and directly next to his ear, sending shivers running up and down his spine and setting his nerves on fire. He tilted his head up to see those obsidian eyes burning a hole through him, sparking the already flaming desire, and before he could make a reply of some kind those lips were on him, and they were hard and needy and passionate and devouring and he had never been kissed like that before in his life and oh god he wanted more. Seemingly of their own accord, his hands moved from Snape's shoulders, traveling down the fine material of his cloak, and began wresting with the buttons on the front as his mouth was plundered by Snape's tongue. Over his palate, massaging his own tongue, over the teeth, breaking away to nip at his bottom lip; and then that talented mouth was running along his jaw and moving to his neck, and every inch of skin it covered, every centimeter of flesh it tasted came alive, and his hands were still fumbling with those god damned buttons. In his haste, Harry grabbed the sides of the shirt and yanked, buttons popping off the material and clattering to the ground. Snape stopped and drew his head back, looking down at his ruined shirt in obvious disapproval.

"Sorry." Harry's face told otherwise, and Snape soon forgot about the buttons scattered on the floor as Harry's mouth closed around a nipple, his tongue swirling around the nub before his teeth closed down and pulled lightly, forcing a moan out of Snape's mouth and his hands to grip reflexively around Harry's ass. Harry's own hands were running over the exposed skin, gliding over the fluttering stomach muscles and smoothing over the sides, the ribs, pulling more moans and groans from that delicious mouth above him. Harry's lips alternated from nub to nub before they began to lead a trail of kisses, sucks, and bites in a descending line, weaving as he slowly sank to his knees and quickly made do with unfastening Snape's pants. Snape's hands came to rest on Harry's shoulders, one hand massaging the back of his neck while the other ran through his soft hair; Snape's face stared down at Harry through thick lashes, his breath heavy and ragged. Harry flashed him a smirk before his hands combed through the line of hair leading past his navel down to his crotch, coming to rest on the prominent erection scant inches from his mouth. He wrapped his fingers almost lazily around the thick cock and began to stroke along the hard member, thumb flicking over the tip every time it reached the end as he slowly drew his lips towards the straining flesh, breath ghosting over the head, his eyes never leaving the man's staring down at him. Harry broke eye contact to drag his tongue playfully across the tip, swirling through the precome and dipping into the slit. His own arousal was left forgotten as he played with Snape, milking out small moans, low growls, and loud gasps which all went directly to his own neglected cock, and while a small part of his brain was demanding to know how he had ended up on his knees in this position hard as a rock and blowing his ex-professor, in an elevator no less, he quickly brushed it aside and let his carnal instincts take control. If this was the only chance he was going to get, he was going to grab it by the horns and run with it. Engulfing Snape's erection to the root, Harry felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder, pulling him upwards. Harry released his cock and stood up, only to have his lips crushed against Snape's in a brutal kiss, rendering him breathless and once again painfully aware of his own arousal.

"I want to fuck you into the wall, Mr. Potter." Snape spun them around, switching positions, and ground himself against Harry, his hands already undoing the clasps and buttons at the front of Harry's clothes, fingers sliding over the freshly exposed skin and mouth working on the dip in the collarbone, eliciting a whine from the Boy Who Lived.

"Ha...Harry, Severus." Severus bit down to show he understood, sucking on the skin to leave a bruising mark, branding him, if only for a little while.

"Harry. I've wanted to fuck you since your seventh year." Harry could only moan and grip at the man's shoulders as his clothes were completely divested and cast away, forgotten among the remains of Severus' clothes and the buttons, which would serve as a heady reminder hours later to just what they had done. Harry, now completely naked in a surprisingly short amount of time, groped around behind him with one hand, his other holding onto Severus' shoulder, until he found his shirt slung over the railing. Reaching into the breast pocket, he pulled out his wand and pushed it into Severus' hand.

"Please...gods, please." Severus ground his erection into Harry's own, grabbing hold of the wand and performing a quick lubrication spell on the ring of muscle and his own cock before throwing it onto the ground. He hoisted Harry up against the wall and braced him on top of the railing, using one hand to hold him secure around the thigh. Harry's legs spread wantonly as the spell rippled through him, and he let out a sharp gasp as Severus slid his hand down between his thighs and circled his entrance, pressing one finger into the tight hole. A second digit joined the first, and Severus began to fuck him with his hand, brushing against that spot inside of Harry which made him scream. Scissoring his fingers, he added a third, thrusting in and out of him before Harry began pleading in earnest.

"Godsohgods please moremoremore pleaseohgod just FUCK me already!" Severus pulled away his hand and positioned himself against Harry's entrance, capturing those swollen lips in another brutal kiss as he slowly began to push himself in, ignoring the hands scraping wildly up and down his back and shoulders, closing his eyes tight against the enveloping heat and the pressure and it took every last ounce of will power he had not to just slam into the boy as hard as he could and truly fuck him through the wall. Harry was thinking along those same lines as the initial pain ebbed away to be replaced by pleasure and need and desire and burning lust and more, he wanted more, faster and harder and more feeling - and just why the hell had Severus stopped moving? Harry opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) and looked at the man bracing him on the railing, taking in the flushed face, sweat dripping down his temples, hair hanging loosely around those prominent cheekbones, eyes shut tight and a look of utter concentration and determination blazing across it all, and Harry found his hand suddenly running through that hair (Who said it was greasy? No, soft as silk) and those obsidian eyes opening to him and another demanding kiss before he ground out "Please" once more, wiggling his hips, and then all self-control was lost as Severus began to pound into him, stroking his prostate on each thrust and sending them both into oblivion as Severus hand wrapped around Harry's straining arousal and Harry clamped down around Severus and before either knew it they were both sliding down the wall, Severus pulling out and rolling over, Harry leaning boneless against the wall, both panting as they regained their breath and their heart rate returned to normal, both oblivious to everything around them except the sounds of each other and the air cooling the sweat on their heated bodies.

An awkward silence filled the elevator before a loud cough broke them both out of their daze.

"Umm...Severus? I had heard you were looking for me... Perhaps this is a bad time...Why don't you see me on Monday?..." Another loud cough, and the sound of the doors 'whooshing' closed once more as the elevator was filled with the sound of Professor Snape, best Potions Master in all of Britain and now quite thoroughly shagged, swearing into the still air as Harry Potter barked out an immense laugh. It was soon quashed by a sharp poke to his naked ribs and a mouth closing over his own, kissing him into silence.