Pants on Fire(whiskey) | NC-17 | Part 2 of 2
Title: Pants on Fire(whiskey)
Author: goneoffthelump
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Post-War 13: Hermione walks in on them by mistake - and approves. Possibly even saw it coming. Harry’s POV.
Summary: Once again, something Harry can’t remember has changed everything.
Notes: First half is here.
Pants on Fire(whiskey), contd.
I didn’t sleep that night. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, sure that I’d bollixed everything up, and for good.
I couldn’t understand what had happened on that sofa, no matter how many times I replayed our conversation in my head. Why was it that whenever Ron was concerned, someone petrified my Gryffindor courage? I’d defeated countless dark wizards during the war, had looked evil in the face every year of my life since I was eleven, until I duelled the most powerful dark wizard the world had ever seen, and won.
But when the person I cared for most in the world, the one I trusted above all others, got too close, I froze up like a colossal coward.
What in the bloody hell was that?
I was sure I’d missed my chance to fix things and half expected him to announce in the morning that he’d be moving out.
~~~
In the days that followed, however, I was proved wrong.
We weren’t exactly back to normal, but the tension was gone. Ron was looking me in the eye again and seemed relaxed.
I didn’t understand, but I tried not to think too much, relieved to have my best mate back.
I began to think we might actually make it back to normal one Sunday afternoon, which we spent listening to Quidditch and watching silent Muggle ads. My Ron was back in true form, bubbling over with questions. I tried to answer them all as best I could, while trying not to grin like an idiot.
We were due at the Burrow for family supper that night, and when the time came to Floo over, the Cannons had miraculously narrowed Ballycastle’s lead to one hundred points.
“Harry, we can’t go! I have to listen to this!”
“Ron, they’ll have it on at the Burrow.”
“No, Mum’ll make us turn it off for supper! Floo and tell’er I’m ill.”
“Ron, you know your mum always knows when I’m lying. C’mon, let’s go. I’m sure she’ll take pity.”
He pursed his lips and sighed, knowing I was right about the first part, and not about the second.
“Fine,” he muttered. He mumbled angry incoherencies as he switched off the wireless and stomped over to the fireplace, grabbing some Floo powder. I distinctly saw him glare at me through the green flames as I chuckled.
~
Ron was right, Molly did insist we turn off the wireless during supper.
Arthur, anticipating the problem, quietly presented Ron with a Muggle pocket-sized radio that he’d charmed to pick up the Wizarding station. With Ron at the opposite end of the table from Molly, he was able to wear one of the ear pieces without her seeing, and followed the match while the rest of us conversed.
Even without the full Weasley clan present, I was amazed at how full the Burrow felt. Bill and Fleur couldn’t make it, Ginny had managed some excuse, and unsurprisingly Percy hadn’t bothered. But Charlie, Fred, George, Molly and Arthur were more than enough personality to make for lively conversation.
Ron stayed conspicuously quiet. Every once in while he would gasp, causing everyone to look at him as he staged a coughing fit.
Molly was eyeing him very carefully before long. I was seated next to her, and after his third outburst she leaned over to speak with me quietly.
“Harry, has Ron been alright? Ginny mentioned that he’s been a bit… out of sorts lately. She wouldn’t elaborate, but with all this, I’m getting worried. Has he been ill?”
I knew Ron would sulk all night if he missed a Cannons’ near-win, so I tried to cover for him.
“Not really, Molly, I think he’s okay. Probably just a bit of a chest cold. Had one last week, myself.”
I didn’t have to look at her to know it hadn’t worked. I’d never learned how to lie to a mother, had I?
“Harry, what’s going on?”
I managed to look her in the eye and opened my mouth to assure her that, really, Ron was fine, when he suddenly jumped up from his seat at the other end of the table.
His fork clattered down to his plate and he stood there, with an expression of stupid shock on his face.
“Ron!” Molly cried, while everyone stared.
Arthur looked up at him with excitement. “Have they done it, son?”
Ron stared at his father. Then at his mother. Then at me.
“They did it,” he whispered.
“What?” Molly cried, standing, too. “Who’s done what?”
“They bloody well did it!” Ron suddenly shouted.
The grin that bloomed on his face sparked something in my chest and my breath quickened.
Fred, George and Charlie burst out laughing, rising from their seats and slapping Ron on the back. Arthur beamed around the table, until he saw his wife, who was staring him down with a very knowing look.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Ron. He was so excited, and prouder than I’d ever seen him. Even more so than at Voldemort’s defeat, but then he’d always insisted that that hadn’t been a surprise. For a moment I thought he might actually burst open, releasing beams of light around the room.
My mouth was suddenly dry with want.
He was beautiful and I wanted him.
He was beaming and laughing and glowing and sweet and silly and loving and loyal to the end, and I wanted him. Awkwardness be damned.
I was vaguely aware of Molly calling for calm, demanding that Quidditch not take the place of civility at her table. Charlie gibed her a bit, saying surely even she could take a moment to appreciate the rarity of a Cannons’ win. She tutted in response, and Ron told me later that she gave him a quick wink, but I didn’t see it.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
The smile never left his face as he settled back down to finish his supper, which he ate with renewed vigour. He caught me staring at him a few times and beamed back at me, his eyes holding my gaze for a few seconds longer each time.
By the fourth time our eyes met, he must have seen something he hadn’t before, because his smile faded a bit and I thought I saw his eyes darken.
My cock twitched under the table. I swallowed and forced myself to break eye contact, reminding myself that we were at dinner with his family.
I tried to steady my breathing as I stared at my plate.
I couldn’t stop myself from looking up at him again a few moments later, and he was still staring at me.
I wasn’t sure if his expression could rightly be described as ‘lusty’ or ‘erotic’, but for all the effect it had on my cock, it may as well have been.
Apparently, I wanted him right now.
I managed to find my voice and turned to Molly.
“This was delicious, Molly, thank you. I’m just going to slip up to the loo.” I was out of my seat and three steps up the stairs before I heard her call after me, asking if I was alright.
“Brilliant!” I called back, without turning around. I climbed the stairs and paused at the landing by the bathroom, but knew I’d rather keep climbing.
I took the rest of the steps two-at-a-time until I got to the very top, and walked into Ron’s old bedroom. I smiled at the faded orange posters and bedspread, the piles of dusty Martin Miggs comics in the corner, and a thousand other things from Ron’s childhood. But I mostly smiled at how this room still somehow smelled like Ron, despite its years of vacancy.
I decided I should be quick about dealing with my problem, so that I could rejoin the Weasleys downstairs before they worried something was wrong. But before I could, I heard someone come up the stairs and enter the room behind me.
I knew it was Ron without looking, and I tried to steady myself as I turned to him.
“Harry, mate, you alright?”
There were probably some words floating around in my head somewhere that I could have accessed to answer his question, but my body didn’t give me time to try.
I slammed into him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and crushing my lips against his before I knew I’d even stepped towards him.
He gave a startled gasp at the quickness, but the hardness I felt between his legs indicated that he’d hardly been surprised.
His hands gripped my arms and then wrapped around my back as he groaned into me. The taste of his mouth was intoxicating - butterbeer and Molly’s supper (or was that my mouth?) and something else that I couldn’t identify, something uniquely Ron that sent shockwaves straight to my groin.
We kissed desperately for a few minutes, tongues and lips and teeth coming together.
He nipped at my lips and sucked on my tongue, or maybe it was me doing the nipping and sucking, I couldn’t tell after a while. There were moans and grunts and whimpers, and I couldn’t figure out where they were coming from, either.
“Merlin, Harry,” Ron moaned into my mouth. “How did we not remember doing this?”
I slipped my hands under his shirt to run my fingers over his chest while I set about kissing his neck.
I ran my hands back down to his waist and felt for his belt buckle, eager to see what lay beneath.
“Mmm, wait a sec,” he breathed, pulling his neck away from my mouth so he could look at me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, willing away my fear that I’d made a mistake.
“Nothing. Just need to know, Harry, have you been drinking tonight?”
I laughed. “Only the butterbeer your mum gave me with dinner.”
“So you’ll remember this tomorrow?”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned, resuming my assault on his neck.
“Excellent,” he whispered, and I felt his hands close around my wrists. I felt the familiar pull of Apparition and a moment later we were in our flat, standing at the foot of my bed.
“Shouldn’t we tell-”
“No,” he cut me off, “explain later.”
“Didn’t want to do it in your old room?” I chuckled.
“Too many spying brothers. And mothers.”
I would have laughed again then, but Ron chose that moment to place his hand over my groin and squeeze, and I forgot what was funny.
Ron grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it up, pulling my arms overhead to get it off. I did the same with his, tossing it to the floor, and ran my hands over his chest. His skin was warm and smooth, and its heat shot straight through my fingers to my cock.
He pulled me to him and brought our lips together again, and I almost drowned in the feeling of our bare chests pressed together, as his tongue entered my mouth.
I ran my hands over his back and arms. I felt the scars on his biceps under my fingers and pulled back from his mouth to look at them. He watched me as I traced one of them before leaning in to kiss it.
He sighed and stroked a hand over my hair.
I extended my tongue and ran the length of it. It was bumpy, but soft, and it tasted like Ron.
And even better was the feral moan that escaped Ron’s lips.
I looked up at him, seeing the lust in his eyes as he crushed our lips together once more.
I needed more of him and fumbled around for his belt again, eager to get his jeans off.
He found my wrists, though, and stilled my hands again.
“Wait,” he breathed. I looked at him as his eyes darted past my shoulder to the bed. He bit his lip before continuing. “Lie down.”
I blinked up at him before stepping back to the bed without letting go of his belt. He smirked a little as I sat and fell back, pulling him onto me by his buckle.
I loved the feeling of him on top of me, our bodies pressed together from shoulder to groin, the delicious pressure of our clothed cocks against one another.
Ron must have liked it, too, because the groan he gave at that moment was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. It seemed to catch him by surprise, and he looked at me sheepishly before blushing. I gave him what I hoped was an erotic and encouraging smile and kissed him.
He kissed me back before pushing up and letting his knees fall to either side of my body. He began kissing and licking my chest, and my moans grew louder as he sucked and lightly bit on my nipples.
His hands drifted down past my belly button and unfastened my belt and jeans. He scooted off me and stood up.
“Lift up,” he whispered.
I raised my hips from the bed and Ron pulled my jeans and boxers off in one, freeing my cock. I moaned at the freedom and watched Ron blush as he removed the rest of his own clothes. He smiled shyly before coming back to lie on top of me.
Electricity shot through my entire body at the complete skin to skin contact. We both moaned as our cocks rubbed together.
He kissed me and rocked his hips just a bit, sending surges of pleasure through me.
I rocked back against him and returned the kiss, desperate and hot. I moaned in protest when he stopped rocking and took his tongue from me.
He eyed my nervously, licking his lips.
“Can I suck you?” he whispered quickly.
I hadn’t really considered that we’d be doing much more than rutting against one another, and I may have gaped a bit. I couldn’t imagine that he’d want to take me in his mouth. “Do you want to?”
“Merlin, yes,” he breathed.
“Have you ever - before?”
“No… but I’ll try my best,” he said.
“That’s not what I-” I was cut off by his mouth covering mine again. He pulled back and smiled, before kissing his way down my chest and stomach until he was eye to eye with my cock.
He looked at it and licked his lips a bit, studying it, strategising exactly how he should approach it. I could feel his breath and became even harder.
His eyes darted up to mine as he leaned forward and lightly licked the pre-come from the tip.
I’m not sure what sort of sound I made at that point, but it must have been encouraging, because suddenly my cock was attacked by the wet heat of Ron’s mouth. He kissed and licked and sucked until I was delirious.
He must have taken a bit more of me than he was ready for at one point, because I think he gagged. He looked up at me sheepishly and mumbled an apology.
I reached down to tangle my fingers in his hair and managed to breathe, “You’re brilliant!” before his mouth was back and my head fell to the mattress.
His hand was on my balls, cupping and squeezing, as I arched off the mattress and moaned loudly.
His fingers trailed further back, tickling sensitive skin and making their way towards my arse, teasing parts of my body I’d never dreamt someone would touch.
One of his fingers ran over my opening and I gasped, surprised at how sensitive it was. He pulled back from my cock and whispered a familiar spell, and suddenly his finger was cool and slick. It ran over my entrance again and circled it a few times as Ron’s mouth returned to my cock.
I was overwhelmed with sensation as he pressed his finger into me. My fingers were still in his hair and I was afraid I might pull it all out as I held on for dear life.
He didn’t seem to mind though, as he squeezed my arse cheek with his free hand and begin sliding his finger in and out of me.
I moaned and writhed and tried not to thrust my cock down his throat. I think he slid another finger into me and I could feel him twisting them around, sliding them in and out determinedly.
His mouth kept at my cock the entire time and I felt myself nearing the edge.
“Ron… fuck, I’m gonna… Ron… oh please yes, fuck… Ron!”
And then I was coming.
I’m not sure if I actually passed out for a minute or two, or if I was just in a daze, but the next thing I knew, Ron had licked me clean and was kissing his way back up my body.
He met my eyes, looking a little timid.
“Good?” he asked.
I guffawed, disbelieving his uncertainty.
“Really bloody good,” I murmured as I reached for his face and pulled him down to me.
He tasted different from before, and I realised it was me in his mouth. I kissed him deeply, running my tongue over his.
We kissed for several moments, until I pulled back to look at him.
“I’m not sure I’ll be that clever on the first go,” I smiled, “but I’ll try.” I started to sit up, but Ron put his hand on my chest.
“Harry, wait a sec.”
“Hmm?”
“Did you like that, just now, what I was doing with my fingers?”
I blinked at him. “Um, yeah, sure. But what you were doing with your mouth was so brilliant I honestly couldn’t pay attention to much else.”
His expression fell.
“But, Ron, you were wonderful!”
“But you didn’t feel anything in your arse? From my fingers?”
“What are you on about? Not really, but-”
“Well, I’ve done it wrong then. Just lie back, I’ve got to try it again.”
“But Ron, I’ve already-”
“No, I’ve got to do this right, Harry.”
He was already shimmying his way back down my body.
Completely wrong-footed but still too far gone from my orgasm to protest further, I relented and lay back. “Well, alright,” I said weakly.
I heard him renew the lubrication charm before I felt his hand near my entrance.
He slid his finger in and moved it around a bit, looking at me hopefully.
I squirmed a bit at the intrusion, but my body was still relaxed as he slipped in a second finger. With both fingers in, he began twisting and turning again, sliding them in and out a little.
Ron was looking up at my face expectantly while he worked. As much as I was enjoying what he was doing, I was confused. Didn’t he want me to touch him? He still hadn’t come.
I couldn’t think on it much longer, though, because suddenly a jolt of pleasure ripped through my body and it was all I could do not to buck right off the bed.
I had to blink several times before I could focus again, and there was Ron, looking very pleased with himself.
“Found it!” he beamed.
I didn’t know exactly what ‘it’ was, but I did know he needed to find it again. Unable to speak, I resorted to grinding my arse against his fingers, hoping he’d understand.
He did.
The excitement on his face darkened almost immediately into lust, and I groaned. My cock, hard again from his fingers’ ministrations, twitched and grew harder.
He pulled his fingers back a bit and pushed forward again, sending another surge through me as I threw my head back against the mattress.
A few more strokes had me writhing and bucking, demanding more. I looked at Ron, whose expression was nothing short of awe-struck at the effect he was having on me.
“More, Ron. Just… more.”
Ron’s breath quickened and he nodded, and then obliged.
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, as he fucked me with his fingers, but I was a flailing mess and never wanted it to end. We were both moaning and groaning, and it was the single most erotic experience of my life.
Well, since Ron had sucked my cock a few minutes earlier, anyway.
But suddenly Ron stilled his hand and went quiet.
I whimpered desperately and looked down at him. His eyes were clouded with lust and his movements almost trance-like as he positioned his groin at my entrance.
I gasped loudly as a vision of Ron’s cock inside me appeared in my head.
He gave a start at the sound and his eyes shot up to my face. He seemed to interpret my surprise as disapproval, because he pulled back rather quickly.
He blushed so intensely that I wondered if he didn’t think he’d just been caught trying to put his cock in my arse atop the high table during the start of term feast.
“Sorry, Harry, I don’t know what I was… I… sorry.”
I sat up and grabbed his arm as he shrank away, the image of his cock and my arse still dominating my mind.
“Ron. Yes, please.”
He blanched and wordlessly opened his mouth as his eyes widened and breath quickened. I held his gaze and felt my own breath get faster when he nodded. I squeezed his arm before lying back.
He cast a couple glances at my arse and his cock, swallowing quickly.
With the fingers that had been inside me, he stroked himself a few times. He moaned as he did so, and I gave my own cock a quick pull in response.
He positioned himself at my entrance and looked at me again.
“Do it,” I said.
He pushed in, rather quickly, all the way. I gasped and threw my head back. His cock was different from his fingers, thick and solid, and it was more than I had been expecting. My body tensed up.
“Bloody hell, Harry!” Ron choked out, his own head thrown back. He grabbed my hips and pulled back before pushing in again.
It was more than I was ready for, and it hurt. I looked up at him, unable to speak, but his eyes were closed as he groaned and muttered something about how amazing I felt.
I cast about for a way to get his attention and managed to find his hand on my hip and scratched at his fingers.
He opened his eyes and looked me, with a lusty smile on his face.
I’m not sure what my own facial expression was like at that moment, but it must have been awful, because Ron’s smile disappeared as his eyes went wide and he gasped in horror.
He hastily pulled out of me, and I cringed again. “Merlin, Harry, I’m sorry! Are you alright?”
He looked completely crestfallen.
I felt a bit guilty then, for making him stop.
“Have I hurt you, Harry?”
“No, I’m alright, Ron. It was just a bit too quick. I think I just would have needed a minute to… adjust.”
His face was pained as he looked at me. “Harry, I’m sorry, I got carried away. I just-”
“Ron, it’s alright, really. I’m fine… I want you to try it again. Just a little slower, alright?”
Ron swallowed. “You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m sure. I’ll tell you if it hurts.”
He bit his lip as he looked at me uncertainly, but relaxed a little when I smiled as reassuringly as I could. “Alright. I’ll go slow.”
My smile grew and I nodded.
He watched me as he brought his cock back to my entrance and waited for another confirmation before slowly pressing forward. It burned a bit as he came in again, and I felt the stretch return. I took a deep breath and kept my eyes trained on his. It didn’t hurt, really, it was just intense as he pressed deeper and deeper, filling me up.
We both moaned as he came to a stop.
Ron’s breathing was quick and ragged and he continued to watch me closely.
“Alright, Harry?”
“Yes, just... stay there for a moment?”
He nodded vigorously.
I took a couple deep breaths and looked at him leaning over me, felt him stroking my hip. I relaxed around him and I reached up to brush some wayward red fringe from his eyes.
He looked at me hopefully, and I smiled. “Move,” I whispered.
He pulled himself back very slowly before gingerly pressing back into me. His eyes fluttered shut, but he snapped them open again, afraid not to look at me.
I moaned as I felt my arousal return.
Ron echoed my moan and relaxed a bit, sliding in and out more freely. I began rocking my hips in response, thrusting up to meet him. He smiled at me and his breathing quickened as he allowed himself to enjoy it.
I’m not sure exactly how it happened, whether Ron shifted or I shifted or what exactly, but suddenly his cock was hitting that spot inside me again, and my eyes may have actually rolled back in my head.
And I think I howled.
Ron stopped for a moment, blinking at me.
“Don’t bloody stop!” I cried as I thrust myself at him again. “Do it again, harder!”
His eyes flared and he nodded enthusiastically and picked up his pace. It all started to go blurry as he hit the spot again.
All too soon, I felt that familiar tightening and I think one of us stroked my cock a few times. Then I was coming again, with sensation everywhere, far too much to understand.
As the waves of my orgasm subsided, I blinked the stars from my eyes and saw Ron bent over me, spent from his own orgasm and resting his head on my chest.
I reached down to stroke his hair, and found myself wishing he’d lie right there forever.
A soft moan escaped his throat at the touch of my fingers, and he raised his head to look at me.
“Alright, Harry?”
I was too tired to find the words I needed to express just how alright I was, so I nodded and felt a lazy smile spread across my face.
He smiled, too, and my heart did a funny wobble at the sight of it.
“C’mere,” I managed.
He lifted himself off me, charmed us clean and crawled up my body until our lips came together.
I wanted to meet his eyes as he pulled back, but mine were already closed when he did. I felt his head come to rest on my shoulder just before I fell asleep.
~~~
When I woke up, I was lying on my back with Ron stretched along my side. He had one leg thrown over mine and an arm splayed across my chest, and he was breathing evenly against my ear. I stretched a bit and smiled as I curled into him.
His solid warmth felt like home, and it didn’t seem possible that I hadn’t spent every night before this one pressed up against him.
I drifted in and out of sleep for a few hours, until sunlight began peaking through my window. I ran my fingers gently along the length of Ron’s arm, pausing to feel his scars again with the pad of my thumb, waiting for him to wake.
I probably should have let him keep sleeping, but it was Monday and I wasn’t sure I’d last the day if I didn’t get to touch him again this morning. I stroked his arm with more pressure, and turned to place a kiss on his forehead.
He stirred and snuggled in closer to me.
“Morning, Ron.” I smiled.
“Mornin’.” A contented moan rumbled in his throat, and I felt his fingers begin stroking my shoulder.
I smiled as I enjoyed having a naked Ron in my bed, and knowing why he was there. I replayed the previous night’s activities in my mind.
All things considered, it had been an adventurous evening. Ron clearly had some experience that I didn’t. I tried to ignore the twinge of jealousy that accompanied the thought of him touching another man.
“Ron?”
“Mmm?”
“Had you done that before?”
“Hmm?”
“What we did last night.”
“N’really,” he said while kissing my shoulder, before rolling onto my stomach to get a better angle at my neck.
“Not really?”
“Well, y’know, I’d tried some of it before.”
That twinge of jealousy threatened to evolve into a pang, and I tried to keep ignoring it, unsuccessfully.
“Oh, I didn’t know you’d… been with a bloke before,” I said, trying not to sound petulant.
He pulled his head back to look at me.
“Um. No, not with a bloke.” Crimson shot up his face.
“Oh. So, um, where’d you learn to do that?” I asked, embarrassed at my evident relief.
“Um.” His gaze shifted around uncomfortably, and he slid off of me, burying his face in the pillow as he mumbled, “Hermione.”
I sat up and looked at him, watching his blush spread to the back of his neck.
“Hermione?”
“Yeah,” he said, muffled by the pillow.
“Hermione?” I repeated.
“Yeah, she… She did it to me.”
I stared at the back of his head, trying to figure if I’d understood him correctly, and was distracted by his hair, which appeared to also be turning a deeper shade of red.
“Hermione. Did that. To you?”
He lifted his face from the pillow, presumably needing oxygen. “Well, not that last bit, no. The bit I used my cock for. I sorta improvised that. But suffice it to say that our Miss Granger is very well-read on the subject of the prostate.”
He gave an annoyed little sigh, but the corners of his lips twitched a bit.
“Are you honestly surprised?” he asked, looking up at me. “And will you stop grinning at me like that?!”
“Can’t,” I laughed, biting my lip when Ron’s ears defied all possibility and became even redder. I knew the stupid grin I was wearing must be infuriating, but I really couldn’t stop.
“Remind me I’ve got to thank Hermione the next time I see her, will you?”
Ron’s eyes went wide. “No!” he cried.
“Ron, she’s done me a great service.”
“Oh, and I played no part in that, did I?”
I let out a low chuckle, remembering the various parts that Ron had played.
My cock seemed to remember, too, growing hard as I took in the image of my naked, indignant best mate.
“I think maybe you did.” I smiled. “But I might need you to help me remember one more time.”
~~~
End
Author: goneoffthelump
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Post-War 13: Hermione walks in on them by mistake - and approves. Possibly even saw it coming. Harry’s POV.
Summary: Once again, something Harry can’t remember has changed everything.
Notes: First half is here.
Pants on Fire(whiskey), contd.
I didn’t sleep that night. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, sure that I’d bollixed everything up, and for good.
I couldn’t understand what had happened on that sofa, no matter how many times I replayed our conversation in my head. Why was it that whenever Ron was concerned, someone petrified my Gryffindor courage? I’d defeated countless dark wizards during the war, had looked evil in the face every year of my life since I was eleven, until I duelled the most powerful dark wizard the world had ever seen, and won.
But when the person I cared for most in the world, the one I trusted above all others, got too close, I froze up like a colossal coward.
What in the bloody hell was that?
I was sure I’d missed my chance to fix things and half expected him to announce in the morning that he’d be moving out.
~~~
In the days that followed, however, I was proved wrong.
We weren’t exactly back to normal, but the tension was gone. Ron was looking me in the eye again and seemed relaxed.
I didn’t understand, but I tried not to think too much, relieved to have my best mate back.
I began to think we might actually make it back to normal one Sunday afternoon, which we spent listening to Quidditch and watching silent Muggle ads. My Ron was back in true form, bubbling over with questions. I tried to answer them all as best I could, while trying not to grin like an idiot.
We were due at the Burrow for family supper that night, and when the time came to Floo over, the Cannons had miraculously narrowed Ballycastle’s lead to one hundred points.
“Harry, we can’t go! I have to listen to this!”
“Ron, they’ll have it on at the Burrow.”
“No, Mum’ll make us turn it off for supper! Floo and tell’er I’m ill.”
“Ron, you know your mum always knows when I’m lying. C’mon, let’s go. I’m sure she’ll take pity.”
He pursed his lips and sighed, knowing I was right about the first part, and not about the second.
“Fine,” he muttered. He mumbled angry incoherencies as he switched off the wireless and stomped over to the fireplace, grabbing some Floo powder. I distinctly saw him glare at me through the green flames as I chuckled.
~
Ron was right, Molly did insist we turn off the wireless during supper.
Arthur, anticipating the problem, quietly presented Ron with a Muggle pocket-sized radio that he’d charmed to pick up the Wizarding station. With Ron at the opposite end of the table from Molly, he was able to wear one of the ear pieces without her seeing, and followed the match while the rest of us conversed.
Even without the full Weasley clan present, I was amazed at how full the Burrow felt. Bill and Fleur couldn’t make it, Ginny had managed some excuse, and unsurprisingly Percy hadn’t bothered. But Charlie, Fred, George, Molly and Arthur were more than enough personality to make for lively conversation.
Ron stayed conspicuously quiet. Every once in while he would gasp, causing everyone to look at him as he staged a coughing fit.
Molly was eyeing him very carefully before long. I was seated next to her, and after his third outburst she leaned over to speak with me quietly.
“Harry, has Ron been alright? Ginny mentioned that he’s been a bit… out of sorts lately. She wouldn’t elaborate, but with all this, I’m getting worried. Has he been ill?”
I knew Ron would sulk all night if he missed a Cannons’ near-win, so I tried to cover for him.
“Not really, Molly, I think he’s okay. Probably just a bit of a chest cold. Had one last week, myself.”
I didn’t have to look at her to know it hadn’t worked. I’d never learned how to lie to a mother, had I?
“Harry, what’s going on?”
I managed to look her in the eye and opened my mouth to assure her that, really, Ron was fine, when he suddenly jumped up from his seat at the other end of the table.
His fork clattered down to his plate and he stood there, with an expression of stupid shock on his face.
“Ron!” Molly cried, while everyone stared.
Arthur looked up at him with excitement. “Have they done it, son?”
Ron stared at his father. Then at his mother. Then at me.
“They did it,” he whispered.
“What?” Molly cried, standing, too. “Who’s done what?”
“They bloody well did it!” Ron suddenly shouted.
The grin that bloomed on his face sparked something in my chest and my breath quickened.
Fred, George and Charlie burst out laughing, rising from their seats and slapping Ron on the back. Arthur beamed around the table, until he saw his wife, who was staring him down with a very knowing look.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Ron. He was so excited, and prouder than I’d ever seen him. Even more so than at Voldemort’s defeat, but then he’d always insisted that that hadn’t been a surprise. For a moment I thought he might actually burst open, releasing beams of light around the room.
My mouth was suddenly dry with want.
He was beautiful and I wanted him.
He was beaming and laughing and glowing and sweet and silly and loving and loyal to the end, and I wanted him. Awkwardness be damned.
I was vaguely aware of Molly calling for calm, demanding that Quidditch not take the place of civility at her table. Charlie gibed her a bit, saying surely even she could take a moment to appreciate the rarity of a Cannons’ win. She tutted in response, and Ron told me later that she gave him a quick wink, but I didn’t see it.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
The smile never left his face as he settled back down to finish his supper, which he ate with renewed vigour. He caught me staring at him a few times and beamed back at me, his eyes holding my gaze for a few seconds longer each time.
By the fourth time our eyes met, he must have seen something he hadn’t before, because his smile faded a bit and I thought I saw his eyes darken.
My cock twitched under the table. I swallowed and forced myself to break eye contact, reminding myself that we were at dinner with his family.
I tried to steady my breathing as I stared at my plate.
I couldn’t stop myself from looking up at him again a few moments later, and he was still staring at me.
I wasn’t sure if his expression could rightly be described as ‘lusty’ or ‘erotic’, but for all the effect it had on my cock, it may as well have been.
Apparently, I wanted him right now.
I managed to find my voice and turned to Molly.
“This was delicious, Molly, thank you. I’m just going to slip up to the loo.” I was out of my seat and three steps up the stairs before I heard her call after me, asking if I was alright.
“Brilliant!” I called back, without turning around. I climbed the stairs and paused at the landing by the bathroom, but knew I’d rather keep climbing.
I took the rest of the steps two-at-a-time until I got to the very top, and walked into Ron’s old bedroom. I smiled at the faded orange posters and bedspread, the piles of dusty Martin Miggs comics in the corner, and a thousand other things from Ron’s childhood. But I mostly smiled at how this room still somehow smelled like Ron, despite its years of vacancy.
I decided I should be quick about dealing with my problem, so that I could rejoin the Weasleys downstairs before they worried something was wrong. But before I could, I heard someone come up the stairs and enter the room behind me.
I knew it was Ron without looking, and I tried to steady myself as I turned to him.
“Harry, mate, you alright?”
There were probably some words floating around in my head somewhere that I could have accessed to answer his question, but my body didn’t give me time to try.
I slammed into him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and crushing my lips against his before I knew I’d even stepped towards him.
He gave a startled gasp at the quickness, but the hardness I felt between his legs indicated that he’d hardly been surprised.
His hands gripped my arms and then wrapped around my back as he groaned into me. The taste of his mouth was intoxicating - butterbeer and Molly’s supper (or was that my mouth?) and something else that I couldn’t identify, something uniquely Ron that sent shockwaves straight to my groin.
We kissed desperately for a few minutes, tongues and lips and teeth coming together.
He nipped at my lips and sucked on my tongue, or maybe it was me doing the nipping and sucking, I couldn’t tell after a while. There were moans and grunts and whimpers, and I couldn’t figure out where they were coming from, either.
“Merlin, Harry,” Ron moaned into my mouth. “How did we not remember doing this?”
I slipped my hands under his shirt to run my fingers over his chest while I set about kissing his neck.
I ran my hands back down to his waist and felt for his belt buckle, eager to see what lay beneath.
“Mmm, wait a sec,” he breathed, pulling his neck away from my mouth so he could look at me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, willing away my fear that I’d made a mistake.
“Nothing. Just need to know, Harry, have you been drinking tonight?”
I laughed. “Only the butterbeer your mum gave me with dinner.”
“So you’ll remember this tomorrow?”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned, resuming my assault on his neck.
“Excellent,” he whispered, and I felt his hands close around my wrists. I felt the familiar pull of Apparition and a moment later we were in our flat, standing at the foot of my bed.
“Shouldn’t we tell-”
“No,” he cut me off, “explain later.”
“Didn’t want to do it in your old room?” I chuckled.
“Too many spying brothers. And mothers.”
I would have laughed again then, but Ron chose that moment to place his hand over my groin and squeeze, and I forgot what was funny.
Ron grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it up, pulling my arms overhead to get it off. I did the same with his, tossing it to the floor, and ran my hands over his chest. His skin was warm and smooth, and its heat shot straight through my fingers to my cock.
He pulled me to him and brought our lips together again, and I almost drowned in the feeling of our bare chests pressed together, as his tongue entered my mouth.
I ran my hands over his back and arms. I felt the scars on his biceps under my fingers and pulled back from his mouth to look at them. He watched me as I traced one of them before leaning in to kiss it.
He sighed and stroked a hand over my hair.
I extended my tongue and ran the length of it. It was bumpy, but soft, and it tasted like Ron.
And even better was the feral moan that escaped Ron’s lips.
I looked up at him, seeing the lust in his eyes as he crushed our lips together once more.
I needed more of him and fumbled around for his belt again, eager to get his jeans off.
He found my wrists, though, and stilled my hands again.
“Wait,” he breathed. I looked at him as his eyes darted past my shoulder to the bed. He bit his lip before continuing. “Lie down.”
I blinked up at him before stepping back to the bed without letting go of his belt. He smirked a little as I sat and fell back, pulling him onto me by his buckle.
I loved the feeling of him on top of me, our bodies pressed together from shoulder to groin, the delicious pressure of our clothed cocks against one another.
Ron must have liked it, too, because the groan he gave at that moment was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. It seemed to catch him by surprise, and he looked at me sheepishly before blushing. I gave him what I hoped was an erotic and encouraging smile and kissed him.
He kissed me back before pushing up and letting his knees fall to either side of my body. He began kissing and licking my chest, and my moans grew louder as he sucked and lightly bit on my nipples.
His hands drifted down past my belly button and unfastened my belt and jeans. He scooted off me and stood up.
“Lift up,” he whispered.
I raised my hips from the bed and Ron pulled my jeans and boxers off in one, freeing my cock. I moaned at the freedom and watched Ron blush as he removed the rest of his own clothes. He smiled shyly before coming back to lie on top of me.
Electricity shot through my entire body at the complete skin to skin contact. We both moaned as our cocks rubbed together.
He kissed me and rocked his hips just a bit, sending surges of pleasure through me.
I rocked back against him and returned the kiss, desperate and hot. I moaned in protest when he stopped rocking and took his tongue from me.
He eyed my nervously, licking his lips.
“Can I suck you?” he whispered quickly.
I hadn’t really considered that we’d be doing much more than rutting against one another, and I may have gaped a bit. I couldn’t imagine that he’d want to take me in his mouth. “Do you want to?”
“Merlin, yes,” he breathed.
“Have you ever - before?”
“No… but I’ll try my best,” he said.
“That’s not what I-” I was cut off by his mouth covering mine again. He pulled back and smiled, before kissing his way down my chest and stomach until he was eye to eye with my cock.
He looked at it and licked his lips a bit, studying it, strategising exactly how he should approach it. I could feel his breath and became even harder.
His eyes darted up to mine as he leaned forward and lightly licked the pre-come from the tip.
I’m not sure what sort of sound I made at that point, but it must have been encouraging, because suddenly my cock was attacked by the wet heat of Ron’s mouth. He kissed and licked and sucked until I was delirious.
He must have taken a bit more of me than he was ready for at one point, because I think he gagged. He looked up at me sheepishly and mumbled an apology.
I reached down to tangle my fingers in his hair and managed to breathe, “You’re brilliant!” before his mouth was back and my head fell to the mattress.
His hand was on my balls, cupping and squeezing, as I arched off the mattress and moaned loudly.
His fingers trailed further back, tickling sensitive skin and making their way towards my arse, teasing parts of my body I’d never dreamt someone would touch.
One of his fingers ran over my opening and I gasped, surprised at how sensitive it was. He pulled back from my cock and whispered a familiar spell, and suddenly his finger was cool and slick. It ran over my entrance again and circled it a few times as Ron’s mouth returned to my cock.
I was overwhelmed with sensation as he pressed his finger into me. My fingers were still in his hair and I was afraid I might pull it all out as I held on for dear life.
He didn’t seem to mind though, as he squeezed my arse cheek with his free hand and begin sliding his finger in and out of me.
I moaned and writhed and tried not to thrust my cock down his throat. I think he slid another finger into me and I could feel him twisting them around, sliding them in and out determinedly.
His mouth kept at my cock the entire time and I felt myself nearing the edge.
“Ron… fuck, I’m gonna… Ron… oh please yes, fuck… Ron!”
And then I was coming.
I’m not sure if I actually passed out for a minute or two, or if I was just in a daze, but the next thing I knew, Ron had licked me clean and was kissing his way back up my body.
He met my eyes, looking a little timid.
“Good?” he asked.
I guffawed, disbelieving his uncertainty.
“Really bloody good,” I murmured as I reached for his face and pulled him down to me.
He tasted different from before, and I realised it was me in his mouth. I kissed him deeply, running my tongue over his.
We kissed for several moments, until I pulled back to look at him.
“I’m not sure I’ll be that clever on the first go,” I smiled, “but I’ll try.” I started to sit up, but Ron put his hand on my chest.
“Harry, wait a sec.”
“Hmm?”
“Did you like that, just now, what I was doing with my fingers?”
I blinked at him. “Um, yeah, sure. But what you were doing with your mouth was so brilliant I honestly couldn’t pay attention to much else.”
His expression fell.
“But, Ron, you were wonderful!”
“But you didn’t feel anything in your arse? From my fingers?”
“What are you on about? Not really, but-”
“Well, I’ve done it wrong then. Just lie back, I’ve got to try it again.”
“But Ron, I’ve already-”
“No, I’ve got to do this right, Harry.”
He was already shimmying his way back down my body.
Completely wrong-footed but still too far gone from my orgasm to protest further, I relented and lay back. “Well, alright,” I said weakly.
I heard him renew the lubrication charm before I felt his hand near my entrance.
He slid his finger in and moved it around a bit, looking at me hopefully.
I squirmed a bit at the intrusion, but my body was still relaxed as he slipped in a second finger. With both fingers in, he began twisting and turning again, sliding them in and out a little.
Ron was looking up at my face expectantly while he worked. As much as I was enjoying what he was doing, I was confused. Didn’t he want me to touch him? He still hadn’t come.
I couldn’t think on it much longer, though, because suddenly a jolt of pleasure ripped through my body and it was all I could do not to buck right off the bed.
I had to blink several times before I could focus again, and there was Ron, looking very pleased with himself.
“Found it!” he beamed.
I didn’t know exactly what ‘it’ was, but I did know he needed to find it again. Unable to speak, I resorted to grinding my arse against his fingers, hoping he’d understand.
He did.
The excitement on his face darkened almost immediately into lust, and I groaned. My cock, hard again from his fingers’ ministrations, twitched and grew harder.
He pulled his fingers back a bit and pushed forward again, sending another surge through me as I threw my head back against the mattress.
A few more strokes had me writhing and bucking, demanding more. I looked at Ron, whose expression was nothing short of awe-struck at the effect he was having on me.
“More, Ron. Just… more.”
Ron’s breath quickened and he nodded, and then obliged.
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, as he fucked me with his fingers, but I was a flailing mess and never wanted it to end. We were both moaning and groaning, and it was the single most erotic experience of my life.
Well, since Ron had sucked my cock a few minutes earlier, anyway.
But suddenly Ron stilled his hand and went quiet.
I whimpered desperately and looked down at him. His eyes were clouded with lust and his movements almost trance-like as he positioned his groin at my entrance.
I gasped loudly as a vision of Ron’s cock inside me appeared in my head.
He gave a start at the sound and his eyes shot up to my face. He seemed to interpret my surprise as disapproval, because he pulled back rather quickly.
He blushed so intensely that I wondered if he didn’t think he’d just been caught trying to put his cock in my arse atop the high table during the start of term feast.
“Sorry, Harry, I don’t know what I was… I… sorry.”
I sat up and grabbed his arm as he shrank away, the image of his cock and my arse still dominating my mind.
“Ron. Yes, please.”
He blanched and wordlessly opened his mouth as his eyes widened and breath quickened. I held his gaze and felt my own breath get faster when he nodded. I squeezed his arm before lying back.
He cast a couple glances at my arse and his cock, swallowing quickly.
With the fingers that had been inside me, he stroked himself a few times. He moaned as he did so, and I gave my own cock a quick pull in response.
He positioned himself at my entrance and looked at me again.
“Do it,” I said.
He pushed in, rather quickly, all the way. I gasped and threw my head back. His cock was different from his fingers, thick and solid, and it was more than I had been expecting. My body tensed up.
“Bloody hell, Harry!” Ron choked out, his own head thrown back. He grabbed my hips and pulled back before pushing in again.
It was more than I was ready for, and it hurt. I looked up at him, unable to speak, but his eyes were closed as he groaned and muttered something about how amazing I felt.
I cast about for a way to get his attention and managed to find his hand on my hip and scratched at his fingers.
He opened his eyes and looked me, with a lusty smile on his face.
I’m not sure what my own facial expression was like at that moment, but it must have been awful, because Ron’s smile disappeared as his eyes went wide and he gasped in horror.
He hastily pulled out of me, and I cringed again. “Merlin, Harry, I’m sorry! Are you alright?”
He looked completely crestfallen.
I felt a bit guilty then, for making him stop.
“Have I hurt you, Harry?”
“No, I’m alright, Ron. It was just a bit too quick. I think I just would have needed a minute to… adjust.”
His face was pained as he looked at me. “Harry, I’m sorry, I got carried away. I just-”
“Ron, it’s alright, really. I’m fine… I want you to try it again. Just a little slower, alright?”
Ron swallowed. “You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m sure. I’ll tell you if it hurts.”
He bit his lip as he looked at me uncertainly, but relaxed a little when I smiled as reassuringly as I could. “Alright. I’ll go slow.”
My smile grew and I nodded.
He watched me as he brought his cock back to my entrance and waited for another confirmation before slowly pressing forward. It burned a bit as he came in again, and I felt the stretch return. I took a deep breath and kept my eyes trained on his. It didn’t hurt, really, it was just intense as he pressed deeper and deeper, filling me up.
We both moaned as he came to a stop.
Ron’s breathing was quick and ragged and he continued to watch me closely.
“Alright, Harry?”
“Yes, just... stay there for a moment?”
He nodded vigorously.
I took a couple deep breaths and looked at him leaning over me, felt him stroking my hip. I relaxed around him and I reached up to brush some wayward red fringe from his eyes.
He looked at me hopefully, and I smiled. “Move,” I whispered.
He pulled himself back very slowly before gingerly pressing back into me. His eyes fluttered shut, but he snapped them open again, afraid not to look at me.
I moaned as I felt my arousal return.
Ron echoed my moan and relaxed a bit, sliding in and out more freely. I began rocking my hips in response, thrusting up to meet him. He smiled at me and his breathing quickened as he allowed himself to enjoy it.
I’m not sure exactly how it happened, whether Ron shifted or I shifted or what exactly, but suddenly his cock was hitting that spot inside me again, and my eyes may have actually rolled back in my head.
And I think I howled.
Ron stopped for a moment, blinking at me.
“Don’t bloody stop!” I cried as I thrust myself at him again. “Do it again, harder!”
His eyes flared and he nodded enthusiastically and picked up his pace. It all started to go blurry as he hit the spot again.
All too soon, I felt that familiar tightening and I think one of us stroked my cock a few times. Then I was coming again, with sensation everywhere, far too much to understand.
As the waves of my orgasm subsided, I blinked the stars from my eyes and saw Ron bent over me, spent from his own orgasm and resting his head on my chest.
I reached down to stroke his hair, and found myself wishing he’d lie right there forever.
A soft moan escaped his throat at the touch of my fingers, and he raised his head to look at me.
“Alright, Harry?”
I was too tired to find the words I needed to express just how alright I was, so I nodded and felt a lazy smile spread across my face.
He smiled, too, and my heart did a funny wobble at the sight of it.
“C’mere,” I managed.
He lifted himself off me, charmed us clean and crawled up my body until our lips came together.
I wanted to meet his eyes as he pulled back, but mine were already closed when he did. I felt his head come to rest on my shoulder just before I fell asleep.
~~~
When I woke up, I was lying on my back with Ron stretched along my side. He had one leg thrown over mine and an arm splayed across my chest, and he was breathing evenly against my ear. I stretched a bit and smiled as I curled into him.
His solid warmth felt like home, and it didn’t seem possible that I hadn’t spent every night before this one pressed up against him.
I drifted in and out of sleep for a few hours, until sunlight began peaking through my window. I ran my fingers gently along the length of Ron’s arm, pausing to feel his scars again with the pad of my thumb, waiting for him to wake.
I probably should have let him keep sleeping, but it was Monday and I wasn’t sure I’d last the day if I didn’t get to touch him again this morning. I stroked his arm with more pressure, and turned to place a kiss on his forehead.
He stirred and snuggled in closer to me.
“Morning, Ron.” I smiled.
“Mornin’.” A contented moan rumbled in his throat, and I felt his fingers begin stroking my shoulder.
I smiled as I enjoyed having a naked Ron in my bed, and knowing why he was there. I replayed the previous night’s activities in my mind.
All things considered, it had been an adventurous evening. Ron clearly had some experience that I didn’t. I tried to ignore the twinge of jealousy that accompanied the thought of him touching another man.
“Ron?”
“Mmm?”
“Had you done that before?”
“Hmm?”
“What we did last night.”
“N’really,” he said while kissing my shoulder, before rolling onto my stomach to get a better angle at my neck.
“Not really?”
“Well, y’know, I’d tried some of it before.”
That twinge of jealousy threatened to evolve into a pang, and I tried to keep ignoring it, unsuccessfully.
“Oh, I didn’t know you’d… been with a bloke before,” I said, trying not to sound petulant.
He pulled his head back to look at me.
“Um. No, not with a bloke.” Crimson shot up his face.
“Oh. So, um, where’d you learn to do that?” I asked, embarrassed at my evident relief.
“Um.” His gaze shifted around uncomfortably, and he slid off of me, burying his face in the pillow as he mumbled, “Hermione.”
I sat up and looked at him, watching his blush spread to the back of his neck.
“Hermione?”
“Yeah,” he said, muffled by the pillow.
“Hermione?” I repeated.
“Yeah, she… She did it to me.”
I stared at the back of his head, trying to figure if I’d understood him correctly, and was distracted by his hair, which appeared to also be turning a deeper shade of red.
“Hermione. Did that. To you?”
He lifted his face from the pillow, presumably needing oxygen. “Well, not that last bit, no. The bit I used my cock for. I sorta improvised that. But suffice it to say that our Miss Granger is very well-read on the subject of the prostate.”
He gave an annoyed little sigh, but the corners of his lips twitched a bit.
“Are you honestly surprised?” he asked, looking up at me. “And will you stop grinning at me like that?!”
“Can’t,” I laughed, biting my lip when Ron’s ears defied all possibility and became even redder. I knew the stupid grin I was wearing must be infuriating, but I really couldn’t stop.
“Remind me I’ve got to thank Hermione the next time I see her, will you?”
Ron’s eyes went wide. “No!” he cried.
“Ron, she’s done me a great service.”
“Oh, and I played no part in that, did I?”
I let out a low chuckle, remembering the various parts that Ron had played.
My cock seemed to remember, too, growing hard as I took in the image of my naked, indignant best mate.
“I think maybe you did.” I smiled. “But I might need you to help me remember one more time.”
~~~
End