yaoishonen & shimmery017
Author: yaoishonen
Title: A Night On The Town
Pairing: Ron/Neville
Challenge: put on your makeup boy/you're your favourite stranger - Tori Amos, She's Your Cocaine
The barkeep glanced at the sound of the alarm's tinker and immediately smiled at his customer. Barkeep answered his unspoken question with a slight nod towards a table occupied by a short, lanky boy.
He strode casually to the boy, so that he was facing his back. He bent just enough to wrap his arm around the boy's waist and hide his face into the crook of his neck. “I’m Reginald.”
“Call me Nate.”
Ron took his hand and led him onto the dance floor.
Drawing Nate close to him, Ron moved his body against his. He turned him so that his back faced him, and wrapped his arms around his waist. He could feel the hot puffs of breath against his face.
Flushing, he led the taller boy's hand down. Ron grinned against his neck and slid his hand down to cup the obvious bulge.
Ron rocked softly against Nate's backside and slipped his hands into the boy's pants, cupping the hardness he felt there. His breaths came rapidly. He felt the length in his fingers tense, and he gave a final squeeze before Nate emitted a shuddering breath and he felt wetness over his fingers.
“We really should do this more often, Neville.”
Title: Never As He
Author: shimmery017
Rating: Hard R
Wordcount: 1,321
***
The barkeep turned at the sound of the tinker and smiled as a tall customer entered. The boy glanced at him and nodded slightly as his eyes scanned the room before catching the eyes of another tall figure at a table.
He sauntered over and sat next to him, putting an arm around his waist. "I'm Reginald."
"Nate."
At the usual signal Ron smiled and pulled Neville closer, and began to press soft kisses against his neck. Neville leaned back against him, breath coming short, and Ron used his other hand to tilt his head back for a quick kiss on the lips.
He pulled back enough to whisper, "Want to dance?"
He did not wait for an answer but kissed him again, this time pressing harder against Neville's mouth. Neville opened his mouth to Ron's kiss and reached up to squeeze the hand still holding his head back in assent.
Breaking the kiss, Ron pulled Neville to his feet and led him to the dance floor. Neville pressed his body against Ron and hesitantly placed his hand on his shoulder. He took a quick glance at Ron's eyes before averting his gaze.
Ron reached to embrace him fully, enjoying the feel of Neville pressed up to him. Neville returned the embrace, and for a few moments they stood still, locked in a tight hold.
Ron smiled slightly as he caught Neville peering at him again. At his smile Neville’s muscles relaxed and he leaned forward to kiss him lightly. Unconsciously, they began rocking their bodies together.
Ron watched in fascination as Neville’s breath grew ragged and faint moans escaped his throat. Letting Neville’s gaze drop, Ron looked at the body pressed flush against his, shuddering and trembling with arousal. The heat from Neville’s body seemed to be almost alive, consuming them both and his skin grew darker, shinier. Closing his eyes, Ron felt Neville’s breath against his lips, the warm air defining where his mouth and nose must be. He blew into the expelled breath, their combined air sweeter than his alone.
Their movements lessening to simple rubbing, Ron groaned softly as he shivered against the too hot form. Pressing himself closer he let go of the tension that had built in his body. Swallowing deep gulps of air he barely felt a sudden wetness as Neville came against him.
They slowly untangled limbs and stood looking at anywhere but each other’s eyes. An awkward silence enveloped them as the only sounds in the surroundings were the whisper of the barkeep’s cloth swiping the counter.
"Well, uh-"
"Yeah."
"I should get going...."
"Oh. Yeah, so should I."
***
The barkeep raised his eyes at the sound of the alarm's tinker and smiled at his customer. The boy nodded slightly but his eyes skipped over him to focus on a table behind him. Without another glance at the barkeep the tall customer walked past him to sole occupied table.
The fair-haired figure sitting there stood at his approach, and the tall boy took his hand. Neville looked at his trapped hand as Ron’s thumb began circling it in a gentle massage.
“Call me Reginald."
"Call me Nate."
Ron smiled at the words and leaned forward to take hold of Neville who opened his arms as he drew closer. Ron drew the arms around himself, not letting go until Neville tightened his grip. He leaned his head against Neville's shoulder, and for a moment the two boys simply stood, swaying gently.
It was Neville that first let go and began leading him to the dance floor. Once there he put his arm around his waist and drew him close, pushing the sharp lines of his body against his, their bodies seemingly resisting the embrace.
Neville sighed softly as Ron slipped one leg between his. Thrusting his leg until Neville’s groin dug almost into his hip, he grunted as he pressed harder until Neville groaned at the force.
Leaning forward Ron kissed Neville's neck, licking the glistening skin, tasting the salty perspiration. At a small bite Neville started squirming, and his slender hands began roaming Ron's body restlessly, roughly kneading at the taut muscle.
Ron smiled into Neville's neck and drove his hand between their bodies, letting it rest against Neville's length. Its shape pressed into his hand through the heavy robe and cupped his hand against Neville’s sex shielding it from the weight of his body. Neville gasped and pushed forward, changing the gentle touch to a firmer grip. Ron messaged him through the fabric and he shuddered as he came against Ron's hand.
Not releasing Neville, Ron twisted his body so that he was pressed against Neville’s flat belly. He thrust quickly and a deep sound left his throat as he wet Neville’s robe.
At his release Ron pushed Neville back suddenly, causing him to stumble and trip. Catching himself on a nearby table Neville shot Ron a surprised look. Ron flashed Neville a grimace and shook his head, turning from him.
Without a word being spoken, Ron left the bar, leaving Neville still watching his retreating figure with a dazed expression.
***
The barkeep glanced at the sound of the alarm's tinker and frowned slightly as the familiar red-haired boy walked in. Ignoring him completely, the boy froze as his gaze fell on the only other customer. He walked to the other boy and placed his hand on his shoulder, feeling him tense beneath his hold. He slowly turned until his gaze met Ron’s and he opened his mouth as if to say some word before closing it again.
Neville looked down, face pale and glossy with nervous sweat. Ron continued to stare at him, blinking rapidly. He looked at his hand against Neville’s fleshy shoulder and squeezed it slightly, feeling the soft flesh mold in his grip. “Nate?”
“I’m Neville.”
Ron released him and took a step back. “Nate, I thought we… you’re supposed to be-”
He stopped and looked at Neville, seeing the ashen face with the watery blue eyes fixed upon his.
“Neville. Call me Neville.”
“N-neville.”
As he whispered the name, Ron looked at the body in front of his and imagined touching him, running his hands against the soft stomach where they would sink a bit against the skin, imagined Neville’s troubled breath as he excited him, sweat oozing beneath his touch, their bodies molded together as spongy flesh wrapped around his body, Neville’s fat sausage-like fingers pressing against his body bringing him pleasure.
Neville was looking at his feet, dull light glinting off his thick hair.
Ron could not bear to look at his figure as he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Ron did not watch as Neville walked away.
Title: A Night On The Town
Pairing: Ron/Neville
Challenge: put on your makeup boy/you're your favourite stranger - Tori Amos, She's Your Cocaine
The barkeep glanced at the sound of the alarm's tinker and immediately smiled at his customer. Barkeep answered his unspoken question with a slight nod towards a table occupied by a short, lanky boy.
He strode casually to the boy, so that he was facing his back. He bent just enough to wrap his arm around the boy's waist and hide his face into the crook of his neck. “I’m Reginald.”
“Call me Nate.”
Ron took his hand and led him onto the dance floor.
Drawing Nate close to him, Ron moved his body against his. He turned him so that his back faced him, and wrapped his arms around his waist. He could feel the hot puffs of breath against his face.
Flushing, he led the taller boy's hand down. Ron grinned against his neck and slid his hand down to cup the obvious bulge.
Ron rocked softly against Nate's backside and slipped his hands into the boy's pants, cupping the hardness he felt there. His breaths came rapidly. He felt the length in his fingers tense, and he gave a final squeeze before Nate emitted a shuddering breath and he felt wetness over his fingers.
“We really should do this more often, Neville.”
Title: Never As He
Author: shimmery017
Rating: Hard R
Wordcount: 1,321
***
The barkeep turned at the sound of the tinker and smiled as a tall customer entered. The boy glanced at him and nodded slightly as his eyes scanned the room before catching the eyes of another tall figure at a table.
He sauntered over and sat next to him, putting an arm around his waist. "I'm Reginald."
"Nate."
At the usual signal Ron smiled and pulled Neville closer, and began to press soft kisses against his neck. Neville leaned back against him, breath coming short, and Ron used his other hand to tilt his head back for a quick kiss on the lips.
He pulled back enough to whisper, "Want to dance?"
He did not wait for an answer but kissed him again, this time pressing harder against Neville's mouth. Neville opened his mouth to Ron's kiss and reached up to squeeze the hand still holding his head back in assent.
Breaking the kiss, Ron pulled Neville to his feet and led him to the dance floor. Neville pressed his body against Ron and hesitantly placed his hand on his shoulder. He took a quick glance at Ron's eyes before averting his gaze.
Ron reached to embrace him fully, enjoying the feel of Neville pressed up to him. Neville returned the embrace, and for a few moments they stood still, locked in a tight hold.
Ron smiled slightly as he caught Neville peering at him again. At his smile Neville’s muscles relaxed and he leaned forward to kiss him lightly. Unconsciously, they began rocking their bodies together.
Ron watched in fascination as Neville’s breath grew ragged and faint moans escaped his throat. Letting Neville’s gaze drop, Ron looked at the body pressed flush against his, shuddering and trembling with arousal. The heat from Neville’s body seemed to be almost alive, consuming them both and his skin grew darker, shinier. Closing his eyes, Ron felt Neville’s breath against his lips, the warm air defining where his mouth and nose must be. He blew into the expelled breath, their combined air sweeter than his alone.
Their movements lessening to simple rubbing, Ron groaned softly as he shivered against the too hot form. Pressing himself closer he let go of the tension that had built in his body. Swallowing deep gulps of air he barely felt a sudden wetness as Neville came against him.
They slowly untangled limbs and stood looking at anywhere but each other’s eyes. An awkward silence enveloped them as the only sounds in the surroundings were the whisper of the barkeep’s cloth swiping the counter.
"Well, uh-"
"Yeah."
"I should get going...."
"Oh. Yeah, so should I."
***
The barkeep raised his eyes at the sound of the alarm's tinker and smiled at his customer. The boy nodded slightly but his eyes skipped over him to focus on a table behind him. Without another glance at the barkeep the tall customer walked past him to sole occupied table.
The fair-haired figure sitting there stood at his approach, and the tall boy took his hand. Neville looked at his trapped hand as Ron’s thumb began circling it in a gentle massage.
“Call me Reginald."
"Call me Nate."
Ron smiled at the words and leaned forward to take hold of Neville who opened his arms as he drew closer. Ron drew the arms around himself, not letting go until Neville tightened his grip. He leaned his head against Neville's shoulder, and for a moment the two boys simply stood, swaying gently.
It was Neville that first let go and began leading him to the dance floor. Once there he put his arm around his waist and drew him close, pushing the sharp lines of his body against his, their bodies seemingly resisting the embrace.
Neville sighed softly as Ron slipped one leg between his. Thrusting his leg until Neville’s groin dug almost into his hip, he grunted as he pressed harder until Neville groaned at the force.
Leaning forward Ron kissed Neville's neck, licking the glistening skin, tasting the salty perspiration. At a small bite Neville started squirming, and his slender hands began roaming Ron's body restlessly, roughly kneading at the taut muscle.
Ron smiled into Neville's neck and drove his hand between their bodies, letting it rest against Neville's length. Its shape pressed into his hand through the heavy robe and cupped his hand against Neville’s sex shielding it from the weight of his body. Neville gasped and pushed forward, changing the gentle touch to a firmer grip. Ron messaged him through the fabric and he shuddered as he came against Ron's hand.
Not releasing Neville, Ron twisted his body so that he was pressed against Neville’s flat belly. He thrust quickly and a deep sound left his throat as he wet Neville’s robe.
At his release Ron pushed Neville back suddenly, causing him to stumble and trip. Catching himself on a nearby table Neville shot Ron a surprised look. Ron flashed Neville a grimace and shook his head, turning from him.
Without a word being spoken, Ron left the bar, leaving Neville still watching his retreating figure with a dazed expression.
***
The barkeep glanced at the sound of the alarm's tinker and frowned slightly as the familiar red-haired boy walked in. Ignoring him completely, the boy froze as his gaze fell on the only other customer. He walked to the other boy and placed his hand on his shoulder, feeling him tense beneath his hold. He slowly turned until his gaze met Ron’s and he opened his mouth as if to say some word before closing it again.
Neville looked down, face pale and glossy with nervous sweat. Ron continued to stare at him, blinking rapidly. He looked at his hand against Neville’s fleshy shoulder and squeezed it slightly, feeling the soft flesh mold in his grip. “Nate?”
“I’m Neville.”
Ron released him and took a step back. “Nate, I thought we… you’re supposed to be-”
He stopped and looked at Neville, seeing the ashen face with the watery blue eyes fixed upon his.
“Neville. Call me Neville.”
“N-neville.”
As he whispered the name, Ron looked at the body in front of his and imagined touching him, running his hands against the soft stomach where they would sink a bit against the skin, imagined Neville’s troubled breath as he excited him, sweat oozing beneath his touch, their bodies molded together as spongy flesh wrapped around his body, Neville’s fat sausage-like fingers pressing against his body bringing him pleasure.
Neville was looking at his feet, dull light glinting off his thick hair.
Ron could not bear to look at his figure as he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Ron did not watch as Neville walked away.