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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Cedric_Diggory/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Cedric_Diggory, Harry_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, First_Time, Blow_Jobs, Bathing/Washing, Bathroom_Sex, Plot_What
      Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
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      Published: 2015-11-05 Words: 3654
****** Exposed ******
by WhomNobodyOwns
Summary
     While trying to figure out the clue to the second task, Harry runs
     into someone he doesn't expect and gets a lesson he'll never forget
On Thursday night, Harry sneaked up to bed, put on the cloak, crept back
downstairs, and, just as he had done on the night Hagrid had showed him the
dragons, waited for the portrait hole to open. This time it was Ron who waited
outside to give the Fat Lady the password ("banana fritters"). "Good luck", Ron
muttered, climbing into the room as Harry crept out past him.
It was awkward moving under the cloak tonight, because Harry had the heavy egg
under one arm and the map held in front of his nose with the other. However,
the moonlit corridors were empty and silent, and by checking the map at
strategic intervals, Harry was able to ensure that he wouldn't run into anyone
he wanted to avoid. When he reached the statue of Boris the Bewildered, a lost-
looking wizard with his gloves on the wrong hands, he located the right door,
leaned close to it, and muttered the password, "Pine fresh", just as Cedric had
told him.
The door creaked open. Harry slipped inside, bolted the door behind him, and
pulled off the Invisibility Cloak, looking around.
For just a moment, Harry was totally taken aback by the opulence of his
surroundings, the quality of facilities on show far outshining anything that
he'd experienced since he first arrived at Hogwarts, and he'd just begun
reflecting on whether or not it might be worth making extra effort in all of
his classes to try and get a prefect-hood himself, when he heard a splash from
the far end of the room. Suddenly all the nerves from the journey to the
bathroom came rushing back and he froze in place, cursing his rush to take the
cloak off.
Gulping, he looked out over the enormous, swimming pool like bath and saw a
figure, indistinct among the bubbles, swimming towards him with quick, powerful
strokes. It was far too late to run now, they must have seen him as soon as he
took the cloak off, why else would they be swimming towards him. There was no
helping it, he'd have to just try and explain it all away, say a Gryffindor
prefect had given him the password to help him work on the clue, try and avoid
any awkward questions about the cloak and the map (thankfully folded up in his
pocket by now) and hope that it wasn't a Slytherin in there. If it was then
this might be the last night he spent at the castle.
By the time the figure reached him images were rushing through his mind of
Snape's face if Harry was dragged into his office at this time of night and he
could almost detect the oh so familiar sneer at the edge of his perception. It
was, therefore, with great relief but even more surprise that he saw a familiar
head rise up through the slightly thinner layer of bubbles near him and smile
up at him.
"Cedric!" Harry gasped, all the blood rushing back into his face from wherever
it had ended up, somewhere around his knees it felt like, "Am I glad to see
you, I was worried that it'd be a Slytherin or something".
The older boy's face split into a broad grin that sent a shiver entirely
unrelated to fear running down his back. "Yea you probably should have been a
bit more cautious coming in here, it could have been anyone. Aah well, no harm
done, and all the better for me that I was the one you interrupted eh." For a
second Harry was totally confused before catching up all of a sudden.
"Right! You can show me exactly what you meant about the egg, I'm sure it'll be
quicker than me figuring it out, this sort of riddle has never exactly been my
forte."
"Yea, something along those lines." Cedric grinned again, then turned around
suddenly and launched himself back off towards the middle of the pool. "Well
come on then, the water's lovely, and you're going to have to get in sooner or
later so I can show you how it works."
All at once the situation hit Harry and he could almost feel his face flushing
with embarrassment. It wasn't like he had a problem with being nude publicly
exactly, he'd been showering with the Gryffindor Quidditch team for years for
god's sake, and he'd been skinny dipping with the Weasley boys several times
over the summer, but this felt different. For one thing, he didn't know Cedric
anywhere near as well as he'd known all of those others, and this whole
situation felt different, somehow more intimate because it was just the two of
them. Quite apart from that though, something about Cedric's grin had sent a
worrying signal rushing from his brain, out into every part of his body then
rushing back towards his groin where he could feel a distinct tightness
starting to develop in his pants.
Sensing his hesitation Cedric called back towards him, "Oh come on, get in, I
promise I won't watch you get undressed and you have to be in here to see what
the clue means."
Steeling himself, Harry slid his robes off his shoulders to the floor and
quickly began to dispose of the rest of his uniform, piling them haphazardly by
the door. One he was down to just his boxer shorts he walked up to the very
edge of the pool, hesitated for just a second, then yanked them down and
stepped hurriedly into the pool, sliding neck deep into the gloriously warm
water.
As soon as he was in he began to self consciously pull foam from the surface
closer around him and looking around for Cedric. The other boy was swimming
around somewhere towards the other side of the pool and Harry began to walk
towards him slowly. If he was on his own he might have tried to swim across but
he'd never really had much practice and he didn't want to embarrass himself any
more than he felt he already had.
Hearing him enter the water, Cedric began to swim back towards him again and
from closer to, Harry couldn't help but admire the way he slid through the
water, muscles in his shoulders shining in the water.
"See, that wasn't too bad was it." Cedric stopped five or six yards from Harry,
slightly too close for him to feel entirely comfortable, and stood with his
hands on his hips like a teacher about to give a lecture. The effect was
slightly thrown off though because he was so much taller than Harry that the
water barely came up to his stomach, leaving his entirely chest exposed and
Harry had to fight to keep from staring. "Now, how far have you got with the
egg?"
Dragging himself back to the present, determined to figure out the solution to
the egg problem here to avoid letting everyone down, Harry tried to think of
everything he'd found so far."Well... it makes a horrible screeching noise when
you open it, I guess that's supposed to mean something but I couldn't
understand it. We tried a few things to make it speak English but it didn't
seem to want to talk. Hermione thought that maybe it was something to do with
the lights inside it but we couldn't really keep it open for long enough to
look at them."
"Well, you've ruled out most of the possibilities there," Cedric said, nodding,
looking all the more like a teacher and seemingly amused by the effect, "the
only thing you haven't tried is opening it in different places. Did you know
sound travels much faster in water than in air?"
"Oh, I sort of remember that from my muggle school, does that really have an
effect on magic though? I thought we sort of operated outside of those rules."
Cedric laughed, "I'm honestly not sure, I just thought it sounded like
something McGonagall would say, all I know is that it sounds a lot better under
water, which makes sense once you've heard what it has to say."
"Oh, so all I've got to do is...", casting about for the egg, Harry suddenly
realised that he'd left it a good ten feet from the edge of the pool.
"Yep, all you've got to do is open it underwater and listen to what it has to
say, it'll explain the next task pretty clearly. Go on, I'll hang around in
case you need help working out what any of it means."
"I, uhh, I mean", Harry was bright red at this point, spluttering out his
words. He'd been reluctant enough let Cedric see him naked but with Cedric
standing in front of him like that, his own nudity barely covered by the thin
layer of foam, Harry's cock had become fully hard under the water and he felt
like all he wanted to do was sink down to the bottom of the pool and die of
shame. Even though Cedric hardly seemed like the sort to bandy about rumours,
he could still hardly bear the thought of him realising that his own appearance
had aroused Harry so much. He'd never told anyone that he was attracted to
other boys before and this would be a horrible way to let someone realise now.
"Aah, I see." Cedric started wading casually through the water towards where
Harry had left his possessions, "Well then, I'll get it for you if it helps."
Harry pulled back as if he'd been burned as Cedric walked past him, close
enough to touch, but couldn't quite drag his eyes away, turning to watch him
march assuredly to the edge and pull himself out of the pool.
As the foam slid away from him, Harry caught just a glimpse of Cedric's tight
buttocks and his dark crack before he managed to force his eyes shut, now
convinced that this must all be some bizarre dream. Yes that had to be it,
there was no way something this bizarre could be happening in real life, just a
nice comfortable dream.
"Hey here's the egg. Come on Harry, catch!" Quidditch reflexes momentarily
overrode his sense of decency and Harry's eyes snapped open, hands reaching out
for the cold metal egg that he was sure would be flying towards him. Instead he
found himself confronted with the sight of Cedric, standing on the edge of the
pool, egg at his feet, hands on his hips again, totally naked.
The sight was enough to totally take Harry's breath away. Even without his
glasses he was close enough to be able to make out every detail of Cedric's
body from the taut muscles on his stomach to his strong thighs grown from years
of broom riding, to his erect penis standing out from the trimmed patch of
curly brown hair at his groin. Harry felt extremely out of his depth, his
cheeks still burning red, feeling as if all the blood in his body was splitting
in two and rushing straight into his head and his cock. He opened his mouth
worthless
"So, what do you think?" Cedric was grinning now, seemingly pleased with how
taken aback Harry looked. "I guess that my theory about you was right then...
Oh, don't worry, as they say, it takes one to know one." He laughed a little,
"Well, maybe not quite like that, but I'm pretty sure anyone who wasn't looking
for the signs wouldn't have noticed, and I've been watching you quite closely
for a while now Potter."
Managing to get his tongue back partially under his control, Harry managed to
stammer, "I, uhh, have you? I didn't think there were any, uhh, signs, I wasn't
even aware of, uhh, that myself until quite recently." He wasn't entirely sure
where Cedric was going with this but he was pretty sure it wasn't going to be
something bad by now, and from the sounds of things the two of them might have
something more in common than Quidditch and the tournament.
"Yea that's often the way, or so I've heard, I guess I've always known about
myself but we're all different. Anyway, let's have a look at this clue."
Turning away from Harry momentarily, he bent over to pick up the egg. This time
Harry didn't close his eyes and instead just stared, drinking in the view of
Cedric from behind.
The older boy climbed back down into the pool and began to stride purposefully
towards him, holding the egg under one arm and Harry had to force himself not
to take a step back.
"Right then, shall we get on with this?" Cedric winked at Harry and lowered the
golden egg into the water, cracking it open. For a second Harry expected the
same screechy wailing that he'd heard every other time he'd opened it but he
was taken aback, he could make out the faintest trace of a soft, singing voice
sounding through the foam. "You're going to have to stick your head under there
to hear what she's saying, I'll go down there as well to double check I've
remembered everything."
With that Cedric disappeared suddenly under the thick layer of foam and Harry
was left almost alone in the room. Drawing a deep breath, suddenly more aware
than ever of his still full erection, he dropped to his knees, sinking under
water.
The first thing he was aware of was that the words that the voice was singing
were much clearer now he was down here. He could make out the exact words of
the song and started trying to commit them to memory, a task made much more
difficult by the second thing that he became aware of. Cedric was very close to
him down here, his eyes roving Harry's body hungrily, passing over him with an
almost physical feeling touch that left him aching for more.
After the song ended Cedric gestured back up to the surface and Harry stood up
with him, drawing in a deep breath, having expelled quite a lot of the air he'd
taken in as soon as he'd seen Cedric's whole naked body again.
"So, got all of that?"
"I... I think so. Come seek us where our voices sound, we cannot sing above the
ground, and while you... while you look?" He faltered, feeling more exposed
than in any exam.
"Not quite then, you'll want to remember all of this when you're actually doing
the challenge, come on back under then."
Breathing deep, Harry dropped back under the water and listened more intently
this time. Cedric stayed standing, walking around behind Harry out of his view
which did help his concentration somewhat. This time he managed to hold his
breath for two full runs through the song and then stood up straight, looking
around for to see where Cedric had gone. Just as he fully straightened out he
felt hands land on his shoulders and he jumped, moving instinctively to turn
and finding that Cedric held him gently facing away.
The hands reached out and laced themselves around Harry's stomach, not quite
pulling him in but not letting him step away either.
"Got it now?"
Harry gulped and began to recite the words as clearly as possible.
"Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you're searching ponder this;
We've taken what you'll sorely miss,
An hour long you'll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour, the prospect's black,
Too late, it's gone, it won't come back."
As he spoke, he felt Cedric's hot breath across his neck, a brand new
sensation, and if he wasn't focussing so hard on committing the poem entirely
to memory he'd have been incredibly distracted by it. Reaching the end he felt
a warm kiss being pressed into the side of his neck, gentle at first then more
insistent, the older boy's lips parting and his tongue exploring the warm skin
of Harry's neck, flicking gently over his collarbone.
Suppressing a moan as the tingles of pleasure passed through him, Harry turned
into Cedric's warm embrace and stepped forward. Cedric seemed surprised for a
moment, then pleased as Harry placed a hand on the back of his head and pulled
him down into a kiss. From the moment their lips met he knew it was different
to any other, small number of kisses that he'd experienced, even beyond the
fact that they were both naked and he could feel Cedric's hard cock pressing
into his stomach. There was something hungry about it, both of them trying to
experience every part of the other all at once, the rush of sensations almost
overwhelming as they pushed against each other in the centre of the large pool.
Suddenly he felt his partner break away from his lips and reach down, placing
one arm under his butt and another around the small of his back, lifting him
up. Instinctively Harry wrapped his legs around Cedric's waist and hung on to
him, pecking occasionally at whatever piece of skin happened to be in front of
him, enjoying the swaying sensation and the feint taste of sweat on his tongue,
not quite entirely washed away by the bath just yet.
Reaching the edge of the pool, Cedric placed him down sitting on the lip, feet
still dangling in the water and kissed him once more, now at the same height.
This time it was just moments before he broke away, just enough to leave a
feint impression of the sensation on Harry's lips, enough to make him crave
more.
"We don't have to do this you know, I don't want to force you to do anything,
if you want to leave I swear I won't tell anyone about this or about you." He
gazed sincerely into Harry's eyes and at that moment Harry knew he'd do just
about anything. In response he reached out and placed one hand on Cedric's
chest, running it across towards one dark brown nipple and drew a lazy circle
around it before pinching down gently. Part of him couldn't believe he was
being so bold but most of him didn't ever want to stop.
"I guess that's a no to leaving them." Cedric grinned slyly and slid down to
his knees between Harry's legs, "good because that would have been a shame."
Harry didn't reply, he wasn't really sure what he was supposed to say to
something like that and besides, Cedric didn't seem to need any more than that.
One of his hands, wet from the pool and slick from the soap was feeling it's
way up the inside of Harry's thigh into the most intimate parts of his body,
sending a tingling, pulsing sensation through his body, while Cedric kissed his
way up the other, gently pushing his legs apart as he went.
He would, he knew, have normally felt afraid to be so vulnerable, so open to
anyone else, but right now it felt right, he felt like he wanted to submit
totally to Cedric, to let himself be consumed entirely. When Cedric reached for
his cock, gently wrapping his hand around the shaft and slowly pulling back his
foreskin, exposing the head it felt like every moment of his life had been
reaching towards this moment. As Cedric's lips closed softly around the
sensitive tip and he began to run his tongue across Harry's slit he couldn't
help himself any more, leaning back and moaning, eyes closed in rapturous
pleasure.
Staying like that, he felt what was happening to him rather than seeing it but
Cedric went so slowly and intentionally that he could visualise exactly how he
was moving. One hand, rough but tender, was slowly running up and down the
length of his cock, eliciting sensations that he'd never managed to reach when
he'd masturbated alone in his bed, while the other gently played with his
balls, fondling and tugging softly. Meanwhile he could feel Cedric's lips
running up and down over the the swollen head of his cock, tongue lapping at
the slit on the end.
"Oh god, Ced, oh god that's so good", reaching outside he wrapped the fingers
of one hand through Cedric's hair, almost just looking for something to grip
onto so he didn't float away entirely on a river of pleasure. He knew he
wouldn't last long, and as Cedric began to sink his mouth right down onto his
cock, swallowing him right into his throat Harry's orgasm began to rush up onto
him from deep down somewhere inside him.
"Oh god Cedric, I'm gonna cum." He cried out, eyes snapping open, head rolling
forward to look down. At that, Cedric pulled his mouth off of Harry's cock,
replacing it again with his hand flying up and down, and the sight of himself
emerging from Cedric's lips pushed Harry right over the edge. With a wordless
cry he fell over the edge and as a powerful muscular jerk ran through his body
he came, a spray of white semen falling over Cedric's face, followed quickly by
another, some dripping into his mouth and more laying un-cleaned on his cheek.
Breathing heavily, he could only gaze down into his Cedric's eyes, coming down
from the heady high of his orgasm, watching his semen drip obscenely into his
mouth. After a moment he slid down from the edge of the pool and into Cedric's
arms again, glad for the buoyancy of the water because he was sure he couldn't
stand properly right now, and kissed him tenderly, tasting the salty fluid that
he'd left there, reaching down to grip Cedric's still achingly hard cock in his
left hand and running his thumb over the head.
"That was amazing," he breathed, looking up to make eye contact again, "let me
show you how good it felt."
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