RP: I've got a lot of living to do
Date: 25 November 2004
Characters: Ron Weasley
Location: Ron's bedroom
Status: Private
Summary: Ron ruminates, and more.
Warning: Rated M for sexual activity
Completion: Complete
It had been a good week overall, Ron decided as he lay in his bed late that night. The Quidditch gathering last weekend had allowed him to spend an afternoon flying and having fun with friends, something he'd not done since before the war. He'd been pleasantly surprised, sometimes shocked, by how grown-up everyone was. Some of the girls he used to know at school had become beautiful women. More interesting, he thought, was how bloody handsome some of the blokes were now. He didn't remember any of them being that good-looking at school. Now, though, he was seeing a lot of them in a new light. It was something that surprised him but didn't make him uncomfortable. He'd finally admitted it was just the way he was. He fancied women, but he also fancied blokes. It had been too cold last weekend for anyone to take his shirt off, but Ron saw enough blokes bent over, their firm arses teasing him, to wish he had enough nerve to go up and rub himself against them. But he would never do that, not in broad daylight anyway.
Now, in the privacy of his room, his face buried in the pillow, hand wrapped around his cock, he found himself wondering...He'd enjoyed kissing Lavender a few nights ago, but then he'd always liked snogging her. He was sorry now that he'd never done more than snog her and feel her breast under her blouse. He wished he'd done more with her. Her tongue felt so good against his own; how would it have felt wrapped around his cock? His hand moved faster as he imagined Lavender's soft, supple tongue licking slowly up one side and down the other. He knew so little about sex; his one fumbling encounter with a girl during the war hadn't taught him much. Were there charms to use while you wanked to make your hand glide more easily over the hot, hard flesh? He didn't know; it wasn't something he could have asked Hermione about during the war, and he and Harry had simply never talked about it. They were too busy surviving.
Ron decided he was done with "just surviving". He wanted a lot more from life. He wanted to do what a normal man his age would do. Yes, he would have a job soon, working with Hermione in the book shop. There was plenty to do to get that ready. But he couldn't think about that now. All he could think of now, as his hand moved frantically up and down, was how he wanted to bury himself inside something warm and wet; whether it was male or female didn't matter much, as long as he liked and trusted the other person. Like and trust, like and trust, he repeated over and over as he thrust into his hand. When he came, he thought of Lavender's mouth, and Seamus' hands, and oh bloody hell, Terry Boot's arse....
He just hoped he didn't make a fool of himself outside this room. Here, he could wank about anyone he fancied. Outside, he'd have to be careful.
Characters: Ron Weasley
Location: Ron's bedroom
Status: Private
Summary: Ron ruminates, and more.
Warning: Rated M for sexual activity
Completion: Complete
It had been a good week overall, Ron decided as he lay in his bed late that night. The Quidditch gathering last weekend had allowed him to spend an afternoon flying and having fun with friends, something he'd not done since before the war. He'd been pleasantly surprised, sometimes shocked, by how grown-up everyone was. Some of the girls he used to know at school had become beautiful women. More interesting, he thought, was how bloody handsome some of the blokes were now. He didn't remember any of them being that good-looking at school. Now, though, he was seeing a lot of them in a new light. It was something that surprised him but didn't make him uncomfortable. He'd finally admitted it was just the way he was. He fancied women, but he also fancied blokes. It had been too cold last weekend for anyone to take his shirt off, but Ron saw enough blokes bent over, their firm arses teasing him, to wish he had enough nerve to go up and rub himself against them. But he would never do that, not in broad daylight anyway.
Now, in the privacy of his room, his face buried in the pillow, hand wrapped around his cock, he found himself wondering...He'd enjoyed kissing Lavender a few nights ago, but then he'd always liked snogging her. He was sorry now that he'd never done more than snog her and feel her breast under her blouse. He wished he'd done more with her. Her tongue felt so good against his own; how would it have felt wrapped around his cock? His hand moved faster as he imagined Lavender's soft, supple tongue licking slowly up one side and down the other. He knew so little about sex; his one fumbling encounter with a girl during the war hadn't taught him much. Were there charms to use while you wanked to make your hand glide more easily over the hot, hard flesh? He didn't know; it wasn't something he could have asked Hermione about during the war, and he and Harry had simply never talked about it. They were too busy surviving.
Ron decided he was done with "just surviving". He wanted a lot more from life. He wanted to do what a normal man his age would do. Yes, he would have a job soon, working with Hermione in the book shop. There was plenty to do to get that ready. But he couldn't think about that now. All he could think of now, as his hand moved frantically up and down, was how he wanted to bury himself inside something warm and wet; whether it was male or female didn't matter much, as long as he liked and trusted the other person. Like and trust, like and trust, he repeated over and over as he thrust into his hand. When he came, he thought of Lavender's mouth, and Seamus' hands, and oh bloody hell, Terry Boot's arse....
He just hoped he didn't make a fool of himself outside this room. Here, he could wank about anyone he fancied. Outside, he'd have to be careful.