schemingreader

Author: schemingreader
Title: Orange Burn Salve
Rating:: NC-17
Pairing(s)/character(s): Harry Potter/Severus Snape (mention of Harry/Ginny)
Summary: In the same story arc as Blue Tranquilium. (It could also be construed as a sequel to this drabblage about Snape scolding his penis. Set this year, 2006: Harry is staying at Severus Snape's house to take care of him after his acquittal by the Wizengamot.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to J.K. Rowling. She invented the orange burn salve but I'm sure wouldn't approve of this off-label usage.
Betas: I thank my beta-reader busaikko., who actually notices how hot her water heater is set.




Orange Burn Salve

or, Snape Scalds His Penis

(well, sort of)

by

schemingreader

Harry's owl Hedwig was quite old, but she winged her way to him with the same grace and speed as always. There was a note in a familiar scrawl, addressed to "Harry Potter, Spinner's End, Yorkshire":

Harry, are you sure that you are the right person to stay with Snape as he plans his re-entry into wizarding society? I know you have thought a lot about it, but it really does seem to me like the "saving people thing" all over again.

Good to know where you are, though. Keep us posted.

All my love,

Hermione

Harry rolled his eyes. There was no way he was going to tell her about the change in his relationship with Snape. Not that it had changed, much. Snape was still plaguing him with insults, and he still felt angry and frustrated with Snape's unfairness. He still didn't trust Snape.

But he had been sleeping with his old school nemesis.

Yes, Harry had pursued him for years to take revenge for Dumbledore's murder. But when Harry learned the truth of Dumbledore's blackmail of Snape, and his own culpability in the old man's death, he no longer blamed Snape for Dumbledore's death. He blamed himself, in part, for putting Snape in a bad position.

Snape came out of hiding to stand trial for his crimes before the Wizengamot. Harry testified on his behalf and, after his acquittal, accompanied him home to Spinner's End, where Snape had been living under Fidelius as a Muggle.

Snape was a bit unnerved by the turn of events. He had expected to die in the final battle, if not before. He was slightly depressed, anxious and isolated. Harry, who was in training as an emergency Healer, was worried about him. Sleeping with him was probably not the most professional way to express his concern, but it just... happened.

Though he was twenty-six years old, it was the first time Harry had ever had sexual intercourse with anyone. He was confused and distracted, and perhaps not the best person to take care of a similarly disoriented Snape.

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"Jesus Christ Potter! Are you trying to kill me?"

Harry, who was unused to Muggle plumbing, didn't know that Snape's voice could go that high. He hadn't remembered that flushing the toilet while the shower was running would cut off every bit of cold water. Or had something else happened? Because Snape did like the water very hot.

Snape jumped from the shower. The entire front of his body was red, and blisters were beginning to form on his upper chest.

"Oh shit, Severus, you're burnt!"'

Snape had a developed a weird, trying-to-sneer-but-in-too-much-distress expression since Harry had been staying with him.

"Oh, God! I have burn salve, Pomfrey's orange burn salve, I'll get it."

Snape was shivering under a blue towel, dripping water on the bathmat in misery. Harry ran into the bedroom and found the jar of burn salve in his rucksack.

"Severus, my God, I'm so sorry," Harry said. "I didn't mean, oh my God, look at this, I'm..."

He took the salve and began to smear it down Snape's front, starting where he seemed the most hurt. The worst burns were on his chest, from Snape's clavicle to his navel. Some even seemed to be second-degree, with blistering, which was very bad for a shower scald. Harry was practiced at touching people gently, but Snape still gasped when Harry's cool hands touched his throat, and moved down.

Harry stroked down the other man's torso. The salve tingled under Harry's fingers. Harry had learned to put his magic into healing, and some of the burns disappeared immediately. Others took a bit longer, but Harry could see them fading.

When he got to Severus' groin, Harry grimaced in sympathy. He looked up. Severus' face was blank. It must hurt very much, Harry thought. He took more salve and began to rub it into the tender skin where Snape's skinny, muscular thighs met the juncture of his lower abdomen. Harry wasn’t finding any blisters so far, but he needed to check through the pubic hair to make sure that he wasn't missing any.

He had to put the salve on Severus' penis, which was not blistered but was very red; was it a first-degree burn? Harry rubbed the salve into Severus' thighs and his testicles, rubbing it in very gently.

Then he put some more on the penis, since he was worried about unseen potential damage. He stroked down the length of the phallus, which was very hard. He did a careful examination of the entire genital area, to make sure that there was no damage that he was missing.

On his third application of the slippery goo, Snape grabbed his hand.

"I'm sorry, is it too sensitive?" Harry asked, looking up into Snape's face. His expression was not blank. It was dark, intense. He looked angry; but maybe it wasn't anger. The hand that had his hand molded Harry's fingers around Severus' hard cock.

"You are going to kill me, Potter," Severus growled. He stooped to bridge the very little distance between their faces, and kissed Harry on the mouth. His thin lips were soft, and his tongue played Harry's like a bow on a violin. Harry's whole body sang as he touched Severus' penis. It was hot, not from the burn, but from Severus' blood. Severus sighed into Harry's mouth.

"Oh, oh God," Harry whispered when Severus let him up for air.

"Perhaps you should make sure it still works, " Snape suggested. Harry pulled and stroked Snape's cock. He had never really touched him there in their sexual encounters until now. He hadn't really touched anyone in that way. Ginny, a little, but that was a long time ago and he had been too nervous to do it well. So he hadn't had much experience with anyone, male or female, but it was exciting to touch Snape.

He tried to make it the way he liked to touch himself, but it was backward and Snape was longer and thinner there. Snape writhed and made wonderful noises. He came, jets of spunk hitting the floor.

"The salve, it has to ..." Harry said.

"My cock wasn't burnt. I'm used to this house and its crazy plumbing, and I know to cover my bits when it makes that noise. The backs of my hands need salve though," Snape said.

Harry knew that he was blushing as he rubbed the salve carefully into the long fingers.