Title: Soap Can't Hide
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: The bathroom scene the way it should have been
Soap Can't Hide
Harry heaved an exasperated sigh as the sound of Myrtle's wrenching sobs
trailed off down the toilet trap. He sunk deeper into the steaming water
to try and get rid of the chill she'd left on him. He hated to hurt her
feelings like that, but really, enough was enough and she was no good at
taking a hint.
Swishing through the water, he turned and eyed the egg, sitting on the
edge of the tub where he'd placed it. The words of the riddle were still
running through his head and he was just starting to mull them over when
he heard the door click and swing open on squeaky hinges. He ducked down
low and stared toward the vestibule with huge eyes. There wasn't anywhere
for him to hide or he would have bolted. As it was, he was certain he was
done for and could hope that Professor Dumbledore would understand his
reasons for being where he shouldn't be. Yet again.
There were sounds of rustling, and other moving about, but so far no sign
of who was out there, or of anyone coming into the room where he was. For
a brief moment, he thought he might just get away all right if someone had
just come in to collect something or perhaps to brush their teeth. Any
such thoughts died on the vine when a very tall, and very naked Cedric
Diggory came striding into the room looking rather pleased with himself.
"All right there, Harry?" he asked, coming to stand at the edge
of the tub.
Harry gaped at him, sinking down lower until the water came up to his
nose. His arms were wrapped tightly around his body and his knees drawn up
to try and hide himself. Cedric, apparently, had no such worried and stood
there, proudly naked, hands planted on his hips and a broad smile on his
face. Harry couldn't help noticing that Cedric was also half-hard, an
observation that made his mouth go dry.
Cedric glanced down and poked at the egg with his toe. "You really
brought that along, eh? Nice touch...very convincing."
Harry opened his mouth to speak...and took in a lungful of water, making
him cough and splutter. He knelt on the bottom of the tub and rose up so
that he could clear his throat and wipe away the tears streaming from his
eyes. "You...you told me to," he croaked, coughing up the last
of the suds.
Cedric smirked and stepped into the tub, moaning in deeply sensual way as
he eased down in the water. His eyes were closed and his head lolled back
a bit. Harry stared open mouthed. Finally, Cedric opened his eyes and
looked at him quizzically. "That was just for the eavesdroppers and
the onlookers, Harry, I thought you knew that."
Harry blinked at him. "Why...? I mean, what other reason..."
"Oh, come off it, Harry," Cedric said. "Everyone knows you
and Weasley are on the outs. I figured if you're not getting it from him,
I could always give you hand."
"A hand with what?" asked Harry slowly, although he had a
feeling that he knew what Cedric meant. Vaguely, anyway. He'd never gotten
anything from Ron or anyone else. He'd heard stories, of course, and he
had a pretty good idea what a few other people were getting... Harry
blushed straight to his toes.
The look Cedric was giving him plainly said that he didn't believe for a
minute that Harry was as naive as he was making out to be.
"It's all right, Harry," Cedric shrugged. "I know you want
him back, and I'm sure you'll get him too, I've got no intention of
standing in the way of that." He pushed off from where he was leaning
against the side of the tub and moved slowly towards Harry, hands gliding
through the water to steady himself.
"Um..." Harry stammered, leaning back until his butt hit the
floor of the tub.
"It's just the stress of the tournament, and all the extra attention,
you know..." continued Cedric in a low voice, moving closer yet.
"I figured we could both use a little...relief."
Harry's eyes flew open wide and his heart started thudding in his chest.
He scootched backwards until he was pressed up against the far side of the
tub. "You've got it all wrong, Cedric," Harry explained.
"Harry..." Cedric said dismissively, rolling his eyes. He didn't
need to hear a lot of stammered explanations, he simply didn't care. He
just wanted to have a little fun. Reaching under the water, he slid a firm
up Harry's thigh, smiling.
Harry yelped and tried to moved back further, cracking his head on the rim
of the tub. "No! I never....Ron and I never...I mean I never
Cedric paused and cocked his head as Harry blathered on incoherently. A
wry grin formed on his face and he glanced down at Harry's body through
the water. "You mean, you never...with anyone?"
Harry shook his head, frozen in place by the weight of Cedric's hand on
his leg. A sudden familiar cackling echoed through the room as Myrtle
swooped up and around Cedric's head. "It's no wonder," she
sneered, "being such a great prude!"
Harry swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut. This was easily the most
humiliating thing that had ever happened to him. He could feel his cheeks
burning with shame.
"That's all right, Myrtle," Cedric said amiably. "I can
teach him what he needs to know."
"I already tried that," she pouted, perching on the window sill.
"No offense," said Cedric, "But you don't exactly have the
right touch, if you know what I mean?" He glanced up at her and
arched an eyebrow."
"FINE!" she screeched and sailed off in an even bigger huff.
When she was gone, Cedric turned his attention back to Harry who was still
tensed up against the side of the tub. He started massaging Harry's thigh
slowly and leaned closer, brushing his lips along the edge of Harry's jaw
line. "Relax," he whispered.
Harry couldn't breathe. Cedric's mouth was so warm against his skin and
his hand was so firm and...the whole thing was so terribly exciting.
Arousing is what it was. That's when Harry realized that he had a hard-on
and he let out a little anguished wail of embarrassment.
Cedric chuckled and sat down close to Harry freeing up his other hand to
start exploring the lean lines of Harry's chest and shoulders.
"You're going to like it," he murmured soothingly, "I
Harry gasped and opened his mouth, carping silently for a moment before
the words would finally come. "I don't think we should...I
"Hush," said Cedric firmly. "Seems pretty clear to me that
this is exactly what you need."
It was becoming increasingly more difficult to argue with Cedric's logic,
especially as his brain was turning to mush. Harry bit his lip and opened
his eyes half-way to peer at Cedric.
"That's it," purred Cedric, meeting his gaze with a heated look.
"You know you want it..." He slipped his hand further up Harry's
leg to drag his thumb along the crease at his hip.
Harry gulped and stared at him, completely unsure of what to do.
"Let your legs relax," Cedric told him. It was almost as if he
could read his mind. Harry took a deep breath and let go slightly, letting
his knees fall open. It was something of a relief after tensing them for
so long and he stretched a little. "That's better," Cedric told
Cedric reached down to pull one of Harry's legs across his lap, spreading
his legs open a little wider, and giving his thigh a long slow caress.
Harry's breathing grew a little ragged and he slouched lower in the water.
Then Cedric's hand was moving higher and Harry's breaths were getting
shorter. He yelped when Cedric's long fingers closed around his erection.
Cedric chuckled and grinned at Harry. "A little touchy aren't
you?" He started to stroke Harry's cock lightly, taking his time.
"I've. No. I mean...No one's ever..." Harry spoke in short
ragged gasps, eyes wide and hands pressed tensely to the floor of the tub.
"All the more reason to let me," Cedric told him. "I hate
to think of you missing out..." He smirked as Harry squeezed his eyes
shut, and admired the dark flush on his cheeks. Harry's hips were rocking
softly in spite of himself and he was breathing hard. Cedric realized that
if he was going to accomplish much, he'd have to act fast.
Reaching up to where an assortment of bottles and jars were stacked along
the side of the tub, Cedric selected one that contained some kind of
heavily scented bath oil. Harry whined when he let go of his cock long
enough to open the bottle and pour the oil all over his hands.
Large rainbow rings of oil formed on the surface of the water as Cedric
reached back in to grasp Harry and start stroking him again. This time,
Cedric slipped his other hand down between Harry's legs and started to
circle his hole with slick fingers.
"NOW what you doing?!" squeaked Harry. His voice echoed off the
tile walls and rung in his ears.
"I told you I could I teach you..." purred Cedric, pushing one
long finger deep into Harry's ass. It was tight and hot, but the oil eased
the way somewhat.
Harry let out a sound that was a cross between a moan and a wail as his
body tensed up around the intrusion. Shocks of harsh sensation rippled
though his body and he gasped for breath, clawing at the floor of the tub
with his fingers. "Cedric..." he groaned, letting his head fall
"You can take it, Harry," said Cedric, thrusting lightly with
his finger and carefully stroking Harry's cock.
"No..." Harry moaned, shaking his head.
Cedric kept at it, working him slowly and thoroughly. Harry might be
trying to deny it, but his body was doing all the right things. Hips
thrusting against him, chest heaving...cock hard as a rock. Cedric could
feel it throbbing and he knew Harry wouldn't last much longer, despite his
Harry's panting turned swiftly to moaning as Cedric picked up the pace and
the intensity of his movements. "I told you that you'd like it,"
Cedric told him, voice thick with lust.
He was overcome with a desire to see Harry lose it completely. Licking his
lips and staring steadily at the boy, Cedric slid his finger nearly all
the way out and lined up a second one. He waited a fraction of a second
and then drove them straight up Harry's ass, burying them as far as they
Harry shrieked and then came hard, bucking against Cedric's hands and
splashing water all over the place with the force of his climax.
Cedric moaned right along with him, watching intently. When Harry finally
calmed down, he slipped a hand around the back of Harry's neck and pulled
him forward for a crushing kiss. Harry was putty in his hands at this
point, and Cedric held him there, snogging him mercilessly as he jerked
himself to orgasm.
Harry's head swam with shock and sensation. Aftershocks raced through his
body and seemed to match Cedric's moaning perfectly. Cedric was panting
hard when he came, so that he lost his focus and his kisses slid off to
the side, trailing hot and wet and against Harry's cheek and neck.
Finally Cedric picked up his head and fixed Harry with a heated gaze. His
breath was still thick and heavy. "You...I have SO much more I want
to teach you," he said. Then he grabbed a fistful of dark hair and
claimed Harry in another searing kiss.