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Oct 26, 2006 22:11

Title; The Masseuse (6/10)
Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Word Count; 7,626
Summary; 'When Moody hired a masseuse to work out the kinks from his aurors, it set of a chain on events with some unsual consequences.'
Warnings; Explicit Sex, Angst, Fluff, BDSM, Fisting, Crossdressing, OOC Characters, Toy's
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco, which I will be posting there as soon as I am accepted.

A/N 02; It's the never ending date scene. This seriously, would not end.
A/N 03; I felt like making Ron like that, more interesting.
A/M 04; I know nothing about London, or cars



The Masseuse Arc ; Chapter 6
by; Mack

Ron didn’t know why he was so nervous. It was only Draco after all, not someone getting all worked up over. They had fucked numerous times, and yet here he was, pacing his office looking at the clock wondering if there was a joke on him that made time pass by at a snails pace. He had made all the arrangements for the date, and he had not clue why he had the sudden need to impress the blonde, but impressing he was going to do, hopefully at least.

He heard the knock on the door and he waved his wand to open it admitting an amused Harry who sat down and watched Ron pace.

“What’s in your pants?”

“Nothing,” Ron said as he paced even harder.

“Then mate, you need to get laid,” Harry said with a grin.

“Is there something specific you wanted or did you just want to see me pace because your life is that boring?” Ron asked turning to look at his best friend.

Harry adopted a wounded look on his face. “Ouch mate, that hit me, right here,” he said tapping his heart before rolling his eyes. “A group of us are going out to get drinks later tonight at the Cauldron, want to come?”

Ron shook his head. “Can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I have a date,” Ron said and he began to pace again, nerves hitting in.

“Really now?” Harry asked leaning forward looking interested. “Who? Do I know him, did you tell your parents or Hermione?”

“I’m not telling, and I don’t have to. I’m twenty five years old, not five, I don’t need permission anymore,” Ron snapped.

“Woah, calm down there mate,” Harry said holding up his hands defensively. “Just asking a question.”

“Don’t,” Ron snapped before regretting it. “Sorry, I’m just a little nervous.”

“Must be big, I’ve never seen you this nervous, not even when you had to do that speech during the Graduation ceremony.”

“It’s just…complicated,” Ron sighed moving to sit on the edge of his desk, but couldn’t stop his legs from jiggling up and down.

“I’m kind of scared to find out who it is, we will find out right?”

“Yeah, eventually, if this actually goes anywhere,” Ron said eyes darting up at the clock surprised to see time had actually moved at normal speed for once.

“Where are you going?”

“Not telling, and don’t follow me, please, I’m asking you for this one favor.”

“You really think I would follow you on your date?” Harry asked defensively.

“Harry, you’re a bigger gossip that Skeeter, and I swear if someone finds out before I tell them, I will know it is you, and I will release those pictures from your twenty first birthday,” Ron threatened.

Harry scowled. “Party pooper and you wouldn’t release them.”

“Do you want to try and test that theory?” Ron asked smirking.

“What happened to my idiotic friend who was loyal and told me everything?”

“He died a long and painful death during Auror training, I’m really Voldemort reincarnated, to make your life miserable and boring,” Ron said deadpanned.

“And I’m the Tooth Fairy.”

“Always knew you wanted to cross dress.”

Harry scowled at him and Ron grinned. “That would be, four hundred and ninety to Ron, one hundred and twelve to Harry. I’m disappointed; I would’ve thought dating Mr. Snarky would make you have a few better comebacks.”

“I’m biding my time, just you wait.”

“I’ll be old before that.”

“No you won’t.”

“You’re right, you’re just going to be brain dead from thinking too much,” Ron said.

Harry opened his mouth before closing it again as Ron chuckled. “Score once more, just give up.”

“Never, I’ll never give up!”

“Sex? I don’t think you could.”

“Fag.”

“Fairy.”

“Shirtlifter.”

“Teleiophiliac.”

“Weasel.”

“Ouch that one hurt, do they give awards for insults that old and pointless?” Ron asked pretending to look hurt.

“Go fuck a cow.”

“Rather fuck you.”

“Couldn’t handle me.”

“You’d go crying home like a little baby.”

“Fucker, go get ready for your date,” Harry said moving to punch Ron on the shoulder.

“That was weak.”

“Go to hell,” Harry said rolling his eyes.

“I think I broke five hundred doing that one,” Ron called after Harry with a grin before looking at the clock seeing it was finally time for him to get ready.

He apparated straight into his bathroom, before shedding his clothes and got in. He made sure to wash properly and shave carefully, so he didn’t nick his skin, he didn’t want to be bleeding all over the place.

Throwing open his wardrobe he shifted through the piles of clothes until he found his only pair of nice pants, sweater and shirt and took them out laying them on the bed and casting a few anti-wrinkle charms, as well as an anti-repellant, just in case.

Pulling on the black slacks he grabbed a belt and threaded it around, holding the pants up on his hips. He frowned when he saw they had gotten a little bigger and he poked his stomach deciding he needed to visit his mother, he was getting a little on the thin side. Grabbing the white button up he pulled it on, doing the buttons up and flipping up his collar before grabbing the sweater and pulling it over his hear, mussing up his hair. Flipping down the collar he frowned when he saw the sweater was tighter in the chest than the last time he wore it, it clung to him each time he moved. He sighed, knowing it was pointless to even worry about it. He ran a comb through his hair he grabbed his wallet, jacket and keys before leaving.

Half an hour later he arrived at Draco right on time. Smirking slightly to himself he walked into the apartment building and took the elevator up to the blonde’s penthouse. He tugged his shirt down and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

He guessed the blonde had been standing there because before he had a chance to lower his hand the door was opened, and he was yanked inside. A second later the door was closed and he was pinned to it with a naked Draco pressed up against him, smirking.

“I want you to fuck me, now,” Draco said wrapping a leg around Ron’s own, rubbing against him.

Ron blinked for a moment before hands fastened around the blondes arse and hoisted him up; turning around so Draco was pressed against the door, pinned there by Ron’s body. One hand kneaded Draco’s arse as the other fumbled with the button and fly of his jeans before he grabbed his erection, shivering when the cool air hit the warm flesh.

He felt legs wrap around his torso, Draco pressing his back against the door, opening his hole for Ron’s abuse. Ron moved a hand to prepare the blonde, but it was caught in Draco’s hand and raised so the blonde could begin to suck the fingers into his mouth.

Ron watched for a moment, before looking down seeing the loosened hole and he smirked, aligning himself before shoving in, moving until he was buried to the hilt. Draco screamed as Ron pulled out and began to pound the blonde, uncaring of the mess Draco was leaving on his shirt. He buried his face into the pale neck and bit down slightly as he squeezed his eyes shut.

It had been a long time since he had done this to anyone, almost six years since he had fucked anyone against the wall and he had forgotten how much he liked it. The ability to thrust deeper, and the complete control over the other person, it was like getting high, without the extra brain damage.

His teeth sunk in a little more as he felt Draco squeeze around him a moment before the blonde was coming, shooting between them, Ron glad that he had the repellant charm on his clothes. He rode out the others orgasm, feeling Draco slump into his embrace as he began to pound him once more, teeth releasing, looking at the bite mark. He swiped a tongue over it, feeling the blonde tremble with the extra stimulation of his prostate being battered on every stroke.

Ron looked up, meeting the blondes stormy eyes, and saw the just fucked expression on his face a moment before lips were on his own, and he moaned and began to kiss Draco back. He felt himself climbing higher and he bit down on Draco’s bottom lip, as he came with a groan, slamming his hips once more into the blonde.

He felt his legs begin to tremble as he released the blondes lip and opened his eyes. He winced when he saw the slight trickle of blood, and the dazed expression on the blondes face. “Sorry,” he said licking the wound.

Draco shrugged. “I don’t mind,” he said with a half smirk, before wincing as it pulled his lip open.

Ron grimaced and wrapped arms around the blonde, holding him up, as his cock slipped out and Draco’s legs dropped down. Placing him on the floor he reached for his wand as he felt arms slip around his waist and a face bury itself into his sweater.

“Ummm, lemme clean up first,” Ron said.

Draco shrugged his shoulders and pulled back, his face shining slightly with his own come. “I don’t mind.”

Ron felt his cock give a slight twitch and he blinked before casting the charms. “You need to get dressed if we’re going out to dinner.”

Draco nodded and let go of Ron, allowing the red head to do his pants before moving to sit down. Ron looked up in time to see Draco move away with the telltale limp that signaled a good fucking, as well as come dribbling down his legs. Ron fought the urge to lick it up, instead crossing his legs and reclined against the couch and closed his eyes, waiting for Draco.

“Muggle or wizard?” Draco called out.

“Muggle.”

“Nice or casual.”

“Nice.”

“How nice? A suit and tie, or a pair of slacks and a shirt.”

“Slacks and a shirt would work, as well as a sweater or jacket in case we have to sit outside.”

Ron heard rustling and he checked his watch wondering how long it would take the blonde to get ready. He looked at the open door and caught sight of Draco bending over and he grinned wondering if he would be able to get away with fucking the blonde once more before they had to go. A look at his watch made him grimace and close his eyes. There would be time for that afterwards.

A little while later he felt a body straddle his and he opened his eyes to see Draco sitting on his lap dressed in an outfit similar to his own, however the blonde had taken out all the piercings in his ear and Ron smiled at him.

“Ready?” Draco asked and Ron saw a flash of silver and he nodded.

Draco kissed him once, before moving, allowing Ron to stand up. Ron stretched out gently before walking to the door checking his watch again relieved to know that they had an hour to get there.

“Will I need my wallet or anything?” Draco asked.

“No, it’s on me,” Ron said.

Draco nodded and grabbed his keys before the two of them headed out. Ron felt an arm wrap around his waist and he looked down seeing Draco pressed up against his side, face against his shoulder looking up at him. Ron shifted a little bit and a moment later he settled his arm around Draco’s shoulders, feeling a little uncomfortable at the unusual feeling.

They waited for the elevator in silence and took it down and out to Ron’s car, never talking, just walking in silence.

Ron grabbed his keys from his pocket and went to his car, releasing Draco as he unlocked it. Looking up he saw Draco staring in shock at the car. “Something the matter?” he asked.

“This is an Aston Martin Vanquish,” Draco managed to squeak out.

Ron looked down at his car with a fond smile. “Yeah, point?”

“How the fuck did you afford this!? These things cost a fortune,” Draco said wide eyed as he ran a hand reverently across the car.

“That is going to be my secret,” Ron said. “Come on, hop in, we need to leave.”

Ron sat down and put his seatbelt in, waiting for Draco to get in before turning the car on, smiling at the soft purr of his baby. He looked over at Draco who now had a calculating look on his face. Ron smirked at the look and began to drive hearing Malfoy make a slight whimper as he turned the corner.

“Who taught you how to drive?”

“Harry, why?”

“That explains everything,” Draco said gripping the seat as they flew around another corner.

Ron chuckled at that as he came to a stop at a light. “I didn’t know you liked muggle cars.”

“Only sports cars,” Draco said turning to look at Ron. “By the way, I just wanted to let you know that I am going to ride you in the backseat of his car after dinner.”

Ron felt his pants grow tighter at the prospect and he turned around looking at his backseat. “I think I’ll fit sideways. If not, the seat you’re in goes really far back. But you’re small enough you won’t need the room.”

Draco glared at him and Ron chuckled again before pulling to a stop outside of the restaurant.

“We’re here,” Ron said getting out of the car followed by Draco.

Ron handed his keys to the valet with explicit instructions to take care of the car before turning to look at his date. Draco had the same stunned look on his face as he glanced up at the title of the restaurant, before looking back at Ron who was waiting expectantly.

“Is this some kind of joke?” Draco asked eventually.

“No,” Ron said moving to stand next to the blonde.

“How in the hell did you get a reservation to Restaurant Gordon Ramsey?” Draco demanded.

“Gordon’s a wizard,” Ron explained. “So, he knows who I was and was thankful so me, Harry and Hermione have a little letter saying we can get a reservation whenever we want. I come here about once every six months, I love the food.”

Draco was staring at Ron in shock before blinking. Ron smiled at him and wrapped an arm around the slim shoulders and propelled the both of them into the restaurant.

“Party of two for Weasley please,” Ron said to the attendant.

“Right this way sir,” the fake French waiter said.

They followed him to a corner in the back of the room where they would have privacy as well as a good view of the rest of the restaurant before Ron was handed the wine menu and they were left alone.

“This is nice,” Draco said gazing around at the restaurant appreciatively.

“I like it here, it’s relaxing,” Ron said flashing a smile at the blonde. “Do you have any preferences for the wine?”

“As long as it’s not red, I cannot stand red wine,” Draco said with a shudder.

Ron glanced at him with a smile, having already made the choice before setting the menu down. “You don’t like red wine? How come?”

“It reminds me of blood too much, and I am not a vampire thank you very much.”

Ron smirked. “I love it, the way it rolls down your tongue, rich and full of flavour, attacking your taste buds with vengeance.”

Draco’s eyes had glassed over for a moment as Ron spoke, his words rich and low, dripping with promise and innuendo. “Oh,” he squeaked out.

Ron chuckled darkly. “You are way to easy Draco.”

“No I am not.”

“Yes you are, I have always been able to bait you into a reaction of sorts, now the only difference now is that it is sexual rather than violent.”

Draco crossed his arms over his chest, looking a little annoyed but not refuting the fact. Rom smirked shaking his head and turned to the waiter ordering a decent bottle of white wine and taking the dinner menus for the two of them. He turned to look back at Draco who was staring at him a little shocked.

“What?”

“How come you know so much about wine and fine dining?”

“Draco, just because my family is poor does not mean we gave up traditions. Just like you I was trained in etiquette from a young age, among other things. Most of the time I just choose not to act like it, I like being a slob, when people find out I’m not the look of shock on their face is enough to make me laugh.”

“When the fuck did you get so eloquent?”

“Since I became an Auror, and then became the Director of my department, and I had to go to meetings and actually sound like I knew what I was saying.”

“Oh,” Draco said fingers playing with the stem of his glass absently.

“What’s wrong?” Ron asked leaning back into his chair.

“I’m just a little shocked that’s all. I mean I know I said you were an enigma, but this is just beyond scope. You’re calculating, you’re sophisticated, somehow you’re rich, and you’re acting sort of like my father did but nicer,” Draco said softly.

Ron smiled at that. “I’ve changed a lot over the years, some of it necessary, some of it by choice, trust me; I’m still a Gryffindor, just with me embracing the stereotypical gay Pureblood in me.”

“I still want to know how you could afford that car.”

“Inheritance,” Ron said shrugging a shoulder.

“Who the hell from?” Draco asked shocked.

“You know how I’m good in chess right?” Ron asked watching as Draco nodded. “Well there is a reason for that. My Great Aunt Tessie always said that whoever beat her in chess would inherit her money. So we all tried, and then I eventually beat her first, and she passed away four years ago and I got everything, that apartment, her fortune as well as a few of her properties from around the world.”

Draco sat back looking stunned. “She was a pureblood correct?” he asked as Ron nodded. “Then how come I don’t know her name?”

“Tessie was the nickname the kids gave her, it was short for Mother Teresa; she was always trying to help people somehow and so she got the nickname. Her real name was Elizabeth Worthington,” Ron said watching as Draco’s frown on confusion switched into one of incredulity.

“But, her, she’s, Worthington, rich,” Draco said trying to speak but unable to do. Ron watched amused taking a sip of his win as Draco took a deep breath before beginning again. “She was the richest witch alive, and no one knew who she had left her fortune to, and you got it.”

“Yeah, so I bought the car, then I gave some to my parents so my dad could retire, and then some to my brothers and sister so they could get off the ground and then I’ve been donating a lot of it to charity and such. I also started up the Worthington Foundation for Orphans, which Remus, Tonks and Ginny run. And it hasn’t even made a dent, its insane,” Ron said with a laugh.

Draco was stunned before he smirked slightly. “So that means on top of being a War Hero you’re filthy rich and can be a gentleman, besides you’re a good lay.”

“Basically,” Ron said smiling at the waiter as they brought their appetizer.

Draco chuckled at that. “Shit, did I ever fall on my feet.”

Ron just smiled and took a bite of the starter they had ordered. “I tend to not tell people, I don’t want them trying to date me because I’m rich. Look at what happened to Harry.”

“Makes sense I guess, you could always dirty up your name and no one will talk to you,” Draco said with a sad smirk.

“No petty and sad thoughts tonight, ok?” Ron said holding out his fork with the food. “Try some, it’s good.”

Draco blinked at him before leaning forward and taking the proffered bite of food, moaning slightly as it hit his taste buds. “That’s good,” Draco said chewing slowly and swallowing before taking a sip of wine.

“As I said, I love it here.”

“And now I know how you can afford it.”

“But of course, I could afford it on my salary, just not as often,” Ron said sitting back in his chair.

Draco rolled his eyes. Ron watched as Draco sat back in his chair, teeth and lips playing with the bar through his tongue. He met the gray gaze and he raised an eyebrow waiting for Draco to say something.

“You know what I said about your car right?” Draco said eventually. Ron nodded taking a sip of his wine before holding it carefully between fingers, waiting for the blonde to continue. “Well, I’ve decided. As soon as we have dessert, you are going to pay, and then you are going to take me to some secluded spot, and we are going to do it.”

Ron smirked slightly. “How do you know that isn’t what I have planned already?”

Draco look slightly shocked, but highly amused. “I know you didn’t, I am willing to bet that you thought this date was going to be over at the end of dinner, right?”

“Wrong, I have the night planned for us. I hope you don’t have to work tomorrow, because I don’t plan on getting you home until at least eight tomorrow morning.”

“I don’t, I took the day off in hopes I could get you to shag me all day long.”

“Really now? Sounds like a good plan, but sadly, I think you are going to be much too tired from tonight’s escapades.”

“I should hope so. So what are we going to do tonight?”

“Besides shag in the back seat of my car? Well I guess you’re going to find out.”

Draco pouted crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t like surprises.”

“You’ll like this, I promise.”

“Ten galleons say I don’t,” Draco fires back.

Ron rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fine, I’ll use it to clean up the backseat.”

“Use magic.”

“You’re shitting me right? Do you know what those spells could do to that leather, fuck that, I get it cleaned by hand.”

“Have a lot of people fucking the back seat?”

“Would you be jealous if I said yes?”

“Immensely so, but I know something they don’t know.”

“What’s that?”

“You like my arse and the fact that I am willing to do basically everything short of water sports and blood play makes you want to stay with me,” Draco said conspiratorially leaning in closer.

“You put a lot of faith into your attributes, which by the way are rather nice, but there is always better,” Ron whispered tapping Draco’s nose.

“Not better than mine, I can see it in your eyes,” Draco said moving his head quickly to nip and lick the finger before anyone noticed.

Ron smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “If it helps you sleep at night. And I know one thing, you had to have inherited your mothers arse, flat and hard, because your fathers - as much as I loathed the man - has an arse on him I wouldn’t mind slipping into repeatedly. All round and probably soft and supple, the perfect arse.”

Draco’s jaw dropped open before a look of disgust crossed his face. “That is gross, and disturbing,” he said with a shudder.

Ron just blinked at him before nodding a smile crossing his face. “Yeah, I think I would’ve pulled it off, except I don’t think I’m going to get it hard for a long time after that mental image.”

Draco shuddered again wrinkling his nose. “I don’t think I am either,” he said trailing off biting his lip gently. “Do you really think my arse is that bad?”

Ron snorted. “No, the arse I was describing was yours. It’s all smooth and pale like porcelain, firm, and yet soft at the same time. Perfectly round globes, I love the way it feels when I sink it. And the way it moves back and fourth when you walk, perfection.”

Draco shivered, smiling. “Do you like my pale skin then?”

“Yes, I keep on imagining you in a dress, all trussed up in ruffles like a little doll, red lips and dark rimmed eyes, bent over something with that big fat dildo sticking out of your arse,” Ron said with a lavish smirk.

Draco bit his lip, holding back a moan but couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” Draco asked in a whisper.

Ron grinned. “I have an idea.”

Draco felt goose bumps ripple over his arms as Ron sat back a shit eating grin on his face. “Are you almost done?” Draco asked.

“Yes, ask for the dessert menu when he comes back around.”

Ron shook his head. “We’re not eating dessert here. We’ll be eating it later.”

“What is it going to be?”

“You’ll find out, are you allergic to anything?”

“Only Mangos and Bananas, and that’s it, why?”

“Just wondering, don’t want to kill you.”

“Yeah right.”

“You’re right, if I was going to kill you, I’d fuck you until there was no longer any blood in your brain,” Ron said licking his lips.

Draco looked at him before smiling and swiping a finger through the sauce left over on his place and brought it up to his mouth a tongue darting out to lick the sauce before sucking it into his mouth making sure Ron saw the piercing in his mouth. Ron blinked, feeling a little flushed before he raised his hand and asked for the check.

Twenty minutes later they were climbing back into Ron’s car both of them a little flushed and thrumming with sexual desire. Ron turned the car on and made sure they both had seatbelts before shooting up, darting in an out of cars as he drove to a place he knew would be secluded.

Half and hour later they were on the backseat of the car, Ron leaning against the side of the car, legs drawn up so he would fit, and Draco bouncing up and down on Ron’s lap, groans filling the air. Ron ran his hands up the blonde’s chest fingers tweaking the nipple rings, glad they were still on. Draco shivered and slammed himself down harder, Ron twisted the rings hearing the sharp gasp as Draco began to speed up.

Ron felt the muscles squeeze around his cock and he shuddered, hips slamming up to meet the blondes, wishing he could go deeper into the hot little hole. He dropped his hand to wrap around the blondes hips, nails digging in leaving little half moon marks as he dropped his head back and slammed his hips up feeling Draco shout and shiver, knowing he had hit the right spot. A few more strokes and the blonde was coming and a few seconds later Ron was as well his fingers tightening, breaking the skin on Draco’s hips, back arching up off the seat pumping deeply into the blonde.

Draco collapsed on top on him and Ron melted into the seat, body thrumming with sexual gratification. He pressed a kiss to the blonde’s sweaty head. Draco turned his head and smiled at Ron before his tongue darted out to lap at a nipple causing Ron to shiver.

“Stop that,” he said winding a hand in Draco’s hair, tugging the head off his chest and up so he could kiss Draco forcefully, teeth biting gently at the wound he had made earlier that evening.

Draco whimpered and Ron felt him squeeze around his cock. He smirked and trailed a hand down the blonde’s body, until he felt Draco’s hole stretched tight around his cock. He traced the rim feeling Draco’s shudder before he worked another finger in, stretching the blonde even more.

“Do you think you could take another cock in there Draco?” Ron asked, lips brushing over Draco’s ear. “I bet you could, would you like that? We could work a dildo in first, and then fuck you with it until you come, and then I could enter you, stretching you wide, wider than you were with my fist,” he continued moving his finger, in and out slowly.

Draco moaned at that, eyes closed and breathing shallow. “Please,” the blonde whispered and Ron chuckled.

“Not tonight I think, I have the night planned already, but think about it, you would be at work, a dildo already in your arse and I would come in, and bend you over the table and fuck you right there. I could leave the door open, letting Dayton see you, moaning like a little slut. Maybe we could bring him in, and he could shove his cock down your throat like I know you love.”

Draco was humping Ron’s body by the time his words trailed off, whimpers and moans spewing from his mouth as he whispered please over and over again.

Ron smirked and withdrew his hand, removing the extra finger and Draco whimpered from the loss.

“Please, please, please,” he whispered over and over again looking up at Ron from under pale lashes.

Ron just shook his head. “Save it for later,” he said kissing the blonde.

Draco whined and ground himself against Ron leg but the red head was adamant and a few moments later they had cleaned up the worst of it from the two of them, and the back seat presentable. Ron had refused to have any cleaning charms cast over the leather, and had instead wiped it up with a worn rag he had in the boot. Draco had grimaced, but Ron ignored him.

Ten minutes later they were driving again, only now Ron had insisted Draco wear a blindfold, and after a lot of cajoling the blonde had agreed to it, and was looking rather flushed at the entire thing.

“So where are we going?” Draco asked.

Ron thought his voice sounded a little higher than usual but he ignored it. “You’ll see.”

They drove in silence for another hour before Ron turned off the main road and down a little highway. He stopped at the gate and got out opening it before getting back in and continuing to drive.

“Are we at one of the properties you inherited?” Draco asked.

“Maybe, maybe not,” Ron said with a chuckle.

“If I promise to blow you once a day, in your office, under your desk until your birthday will you tell me?”

Ron closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and swallowing. “No, but you can do that anyway, I have a private Floo.”

Ron saw Draco grin and he rolled his eyes, the car rolling to a stop. “Wait here,” Ron said getting out and grabbing the blankets and the basket he had packed before he had left. Setting it up quickly, he made his way back to the car and opened the door.

“Come on,” Ron said taking Draco’s hand and drawing him up.

“Can you take the damn blindfold off?” Draco whined pressing up against Ron as they walked.

“Not, quite yet.”

“I bet you’re loving me, all blind and at your mercy.”

“You have no idea.”

“Do something about it.”

“I would, but sadly I just came pretty hard a little while ago, so I’m going to need some recuperation time.”

“Pussy, you can’t handle me.”

“I am pretty sure I can, and I have.”

Draco sneered at him and Ron chuckled as he sat down on the blanket tugging the blonde down to sit between his legs. Wrapping arms around the blonde’s middle he relaxed against the tree behind him and smile as Draco relaxed into him with a shiver. Grabbing his wand he can a slight muffling spell before kissing Draco’s temple and dropping the wand off to the side somewhere.

“It’s a little cold.”

“It is December,” Ron said grabbing the other blanket and draping it across the two of them.

“That’s better, now can the blindfold be removed?” Draco asked relaxing against Ron.

Ron grinned and raised his hands removing the blindfold, allowing Draco to see.

“Where are we?”

“We are on the outskirts of London,” Ron said.

“Why are we here?” All I can see is your car and darkness and blue and white lights,” Draco said sounding a little miffed.

“Just wait, trust me,” Ron said.

Draco snorted and crossed his arms. Ron smiled and half closed his eyes, reveling in the peace around him. Soon enough the ground started to rumble and he felt a hand grip his arm.

“Ron, earthquake,” Draco hissed.

“Calm down, and look up.”

Draco blinked but did as he told and Ron smiled, gaze shifting up in time to see a Boeing 757 fly right over them, the roar of the engines loud, but dampened by the spell. Ron felt the blonde press into him and nails bite into his arm and he grinned, pulling the blonde tighter back against him.

“Calm down, its fine.”

“What the fuck was that?”

“That was an airplane, a muggle mode of transportation, you see those lights? That’s the runway,” Ron said pointing at the line of blue and white.

“And they are controlled by magic?”

“No, people fly them with a lot of training, those are the big carrier ones, there are smaller ones for fighting, and those go really fast,” Ron said.

“So they can go places in those?”

“Yeah, it takes awhile, to go to America or Australia, but they can go something like 800 kilometers an hour,” Ron explained.

“That is really fast, won’t that kill people?”

“As far as I know the cabin is pressurized so they don’t get hurt, most people sleep on the longer flights.”

Draco was silent as he tucked his head under Ron’s chin, fingers lightly tracing the redheads arm. “Sounds interesting.”

“I always wanted to go in one, but I don’t have the time, and I think it would be boring, but muggles have invented something to amuse themselves with.”

“And what is that?”

Ron leaned in close his lips brushing Draco’s ear. “The Mile High Club.”

“And what the hell is that?”

“A club for people who have sex in an airplane bathroom, which are supposed to be really small.”

“Oh.”

“Oh indeed.”

Ron grinned as Draco turned and looked at him with lust filled eyes for a moment before turning to look at the runway which had begun to flash at different intervals.

“It’s pretty,” Draco said softly.

“That it is, I discovered it when I was exploring this place.”

“And what is this place?”

“This would be the second smallest property Tessie owned, it’s got a manor house on some land.”

“What’s the smallest?”

“The apartment I live it, that was for when she was visiting relatives in town.”

“But that place is huge, from what I’ve seen at least, of the living room and kitchen.”

“Yeah, it’s two stories, and then the roof. You were in the bottom level, it has all my hosting rooms, the kitchen, living room, dining room, TV room, foyer and then this empty room I use when I have parties or when my friends and I get together. Then the top floor has a master bedroom and bath, four bedrooms, four baths, a separate toilet and my office, and then the roof is this garden thing she created with her first husband.”

“Sounds nice,” Draco said.

“It is, can get a little creepy now and then though. I should show it to you sometimes,” Ron said.

Draco opened his mouth, but another plane flew by over his head drowning out whatever he was going to say. Ron laughed at the indignant look on the blondes face.

“What was that?”

“I asked where my dessert was.”

“Ah yes, dessert,” Ron said flicking a hand to make the basket sail over.

“You can do wandless magic?”

“A few things, mostly summoning spells and basic charms, nothing like Harry can do, and only when they are close by,” Ron said rummaging in the basket before pulling out two glasses and handed them to Draco to hold. “Let’s see, I’ve got some lovely wine, as well as some chocolate, angel food cake, strawberries and I almost packed mango, but at the last second I decided that banana’s would work, but I didn’t have any and couldn’t be bothered to go get some, so I got some raspberries instead, they went better with the whole berry and bean aspect of this dessert. It flowed,” Ron said with a smile setting the different boxed out around them.

Draco grinned at him. “It flowed?”

“Yeah it flowed. Strawberries and Raspberries are both Berries, and then I think grapes are berries, and the chocolate comes from coco beans which are oval shaped.”

“What about the cake?””

“Well, I cut it into an oval see?”

Draco looked at the oval shaped cake next to them before breaking into laughter. “You have one of the most extreme personalities I think I’ve ever seen.”

Ron pretended to look affronted. “What’d you mean by that?”

“Well one second you’re confused, the next you’re dripping sex, then you’re the innocent Gryffindor, and then you turn into a quirky weirdo, it’s a workout keep up with it.”

“Sorry,” Ron said shrugging.

“Don’t be, I like it. Now, are you going to feed me or am I going to have to move and get cold?”

“Baby,” Ron said kissing the blonds admittedly cold cheek before grabbing the box of Strawberries and holding one up just out of reach of the blonde.

Draco glared at him and moved forward to sink his teeth into the berry. Ron grinned and nipped at Draco’s neck at the same time. Draco shivered slightly as he leant back against Ron chewing.

“Are you going to do that every time I take a bite of something?”

Ron nodded. “Of course, and when you take a sip of the wine, I’ll suck.”

Ron felt Draco shudder against him and he grinned. He slipped a hand back under the blanket and wrapped it around the slim middle and drew Draco closer to himself before he dropped his hand to trace circles in the hard thigh. Draco giggled a little.

“Ticklish?” Ron asked.

Draco nodded. “Only on my inner thighs,” he admitted.

Ron grinned and began to trace light circles on the offending part while grabbing another berry. He brought it up for him to eat and no sooner had he taken the bite Draco’s lips were on his, trying to get the berry for his own.

Ron smiled and pulled his head back chewing thoughtfully. “I take it you like strawberries then?”

“I love them,” Draco said leaning in to kiss Ron again. “And I like kissing you, and you taste like Strawberries,” he muttered against Ron’s lips.

Ron smiled again deepening the kiss until he was plundering the blondes mouth, swallowing his moans and whimpers with relish. A hand came up to tangle in the blonde hair and tugged Draco’s head back so he could bite at the pale neck gently.

“You’re a tease,” he muttered sucking on Draco’s Adam’s apple with relish.

“Not as much as you,” Draco said shifting until he was sitting in Ron’s lap facing him.

Ron felt arms hook into his neck and he grinned, nipping the protruding flesh gently before pulling back with a smirk on his face. “Want another berry or some chocolate? Maybe some cake and raspberries, or wine.”

“You, I want to suck you off,” Draco whispered.

Ron smirked again. “That works as well, I’m not stopping you,” he said relaxing against the tree trunk.

Ron watched amused as Draco shifted until he was lying down on the blanket, head resting on Ron’s thigh. He raised a hand running fingers through the blonde hair, smiling as Draco flicked open the buttons to his pants one by one before he felt fingers wrap around his erection and draw it out into the cool air.

He shivered as the cool air hit his flesh, but it was momentary thing before a mouth engulfed him and began to suck, lip and occasionally nip in earnest. Ron groaned, eyes halfway closed as he melted against the tree, fingers tightening in the blonde hair, urging Draco to take it.

He let out a groan when he felt his entire cock engulfed and begin to slide down Draco’s throat, before he was drawn out, the piercing flicking over his foreskin before he was sliding back into that warm mouth. Draco swallowed around him, before moaning on his own and his fingers tightened and his hips jerked up, sliding further in.

Draco swallowed and raised his head a few more times before going back down and Ron was coming, hips arching up as his hand tightened, keeping the blonde’s mouth completely around him. He could feel the blonde swallowing and he shivered at the sensitive. He dropped back down to the ground a lazy smirk on his face as Draco raised his head.

Ron watched as Draco grinned at him, licking his lips a few times, making sure he got everything before wiping his mouth with his hand.

“You’re good at that,” Ron said as he was tucked back in.

“Jealous?”

“Insanely so,” Ron said leaning forward to kiss Draco.

Draco opened his mouth under the assault like Ron knew he would. He brought his arms up and dragged the blonde flush against him as they continued to kiss for a moment before Draco grinned and turned around, snuggling against Ron once more.

“Another berry please,” Draco said drawing his legs up to his chest and tucked himself under Ron’s chin.

“Yes sir,” Ron said with a laugh. “You’re tiny you know that?”

“I am not, I am lithe, delicate and refined.”

“You’re a shrimp.”

“Not my fault you’re a giant.”

“I am not, I am a normal height for males, and you are shorter than a lot of females.”

“Millicent Bulstrode does not count as a female.”

“I think Hermione and Ginny are taller than you. You’re what? A meter tall?”

“A meter and a half thank you very much. Excuse me if I’m not an overgrown oaf.”

“I am not overgrown; I just ate a lot growing up.”

“And how you aren’t fat I don’t know.”

“Trust me; I lose a lot of weight when I don’t eat at my mothers regularly.”

“That might explain the absence of fat on your body. You don’t live there anymore.”

“But I do eat there once a week.”

“Sundays?”

“Yeah.”

“Ditto, I have to spend it with my mother and Sev. I’m going to tell her about us.”

“That should go down well, is there an us?”

“I want there to be,” Draco said pressing a kiss to the underside of Ron’s chin. “What about you?”

Ron blinked. “This is a little surreal, but I’m having fun, I could do this again.”

“Good, next Friday work?”

“Sounds good.”

“You’re going to tell your family?”

“Yeah, life’s been pretty boring there lately, might as well give them something to yell about.”

“Sound like a plan. Do you think this ends the family feud?” Draco asked smirking.

“As long as we stay together, then I think it might.”

“I think we deserved an Order of Merlin first class for that one.”

Ron chuckled. “Ya think?”

“I do.”

“Must be a novelty experience for you then.”

Ron watched amused as Draco just nodded and then a moment later sat up with a gasp and punched his shoulders. “Dick wad.”

“Took you long enough.”

“I was warm and comfortable, my thoughts weren’t exactly all there. And now I’m cold again.”

“Poor baby, want me to kiss you to make it better?”

“Yes,” Draco said pouting and sniffling slightly.

“Baby,” Ron said kissing Draco softly, coaxing the blonde to open up.

Draco broke the kiss a little while later and looked at Ron. “This is fun.”

“That it is, who would’ve thought?”

“And you haven’t punched me or hexed me yet.”

“I can if you want, but I don’t think black and blue is your colour. And besides, you’ve stayed away from all manner of weasels.”

“Well I don’t think you’re a Weasel anymore.”

“Good thing to Ferret.”

“Whore.”

“Slut.”

“Shirt lifter.”

“You’re one too babe, so don’t even go there.”

“That hurt my feelings.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Really?”

“No,” Ron said ducking out of the way of the slap that was aimed for his head. “Sorry baby.”

“Stop calling me baby.”

“I can call you sweetie pie instead, maybe honnie bunch? Munchkin? Apple Pie? Sunshine? Princess? Precious? Or darling, maybe even my little angel? Dragon? Take your pick.”

“Draco would work, Dray is ok.”

“Fine by me baby.”

“How about this, you call me Draco, and I won’t call you Ronniekins?”

Ron grimaced. “Deal, not shush and watch, it’s almost time.”

“Time for what?”

“Just watch,” Ron said pointing.

Draco fell silent and looked to where the redhead was pointing. Ron smiled, wrapping arms around the blonde, comfortable as the sun slowly began to rise.

“It’s pretty.”

“It is,” Ron agreed with a yawn.

They stayed like that for awhile longer until it had fully risen until they packed to leave.

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