Ficlet :The Manly Art of Origami
Title: The Manly Art of Origami
Author:suntzu_s
Pairing: Neville/Ron
Word Count:523
Rating:R
Warnings: (if any)
Genre : Humour
A/N: (if any) It did start out for neville100’s prompt of spice but the bunny wasn’t have it
Ron wasn’t too sure about all this ‘nancy-boy business’. Yes, he much preferred strong, powerful thighs and muscular torsos and well, cocks, if he was being blunt about things, but the whole ‘going on a date with a bloke’ thing was a bit beyond him.
A date with a bloke should be a few Butterbeers at The Leaky followed by a nice bout of drunken groping or shagging.
Ron looked at the hastily written note from Neville and grimaced. A day spent paper folding was not his idea of a good time. Gay or otherwise.
However, Ron mused, Neville was bloody marvellous at the good bits of being gay, his ability at giving head was second to none and the taut, little quiver his thighs made when Ron’s cock brushed against his prostate, flipped Ron’s stomach every time.
Ron sniffed. He’d suck it up and go fold paper then maybe Neville would suck him up afterwards.
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Ron arrived at Neville’s house, armed with a ream of parchment and a determined look upon his face. He was going to fold this paper and bloody well like it.
Ron brushed floo powder off his cloak and set out in search of Neville. “Nev, you there?” he shouted, as he toured the ground floor.
Ron scratched his head then grimaced when he realised his hair now stood up at a weird angle. Flatting his hair, he sighed, he had no idea where the fuck Neville was and Neville wasn’t that forgetful to forget that he was coming.
Ron was about to climb the stairs to Neville’s bedroom, in the vain hope that Neville’s idea of folding paper involved being naked when the kitchen door banged open. “Neville?” asked Ron as he drew his wand and moved slowly towards the kitchen.
“Ron,” answered Neville.
Ron smiled then stashed his wand away. “Yeah,” he answered, stopping short at the sight that greeted him.
Neville was shirtless and an equal amount of sweat and dirt clung to his torso.
Ron’s mouth went dry. “Erm, I brought some paper,” he said, holding up the box for Neville’s perusal.
Neville looked puzzled. “Eh?”
Ron coughed. “You know for the ora-ora, erm for the paper-folding.”
Neville looked at the box of parchment then at Ron. “For the-” Neville broke of laughing.
Ron looked affronted.
Neville wiped the tears of laughter away from his eyes. “You tool,” he said fondly. “We are planting Oregano.”
Ron blushed brightly, then mumbled, “Oh.”
“Oh, is right,” remarked Neville before removing the box from Ron’s hands and leading him towards the kitchen door. “I thought a few hours in the garden then a few Butterbeers then-”
“Then a drunken grope in the flower beds?” asked Ron hopefully. He looked at the box of parchment now standing innocently upon Neville’s kitchen work-top. “I brought some paper towels we can use if we get too mucky!”
Neville smiled. “Oh, I hope we don’t get too mucky, I rather fancied some paper-folding, afterwards.” He winked then turned and walked out of the kitchen door.
Ron watched the slow sway of Neville’s arse then smiled. Maybe this ‘nancy-boy business’ wouldn’t be so bad.
Author:suntzu_s
Pairing: Neville/Ron
Word Count:523
Rating:R
Warnings: (if any)
Genre : Humour
A/N: (if any) It did start out for neville100’s prompt of spice but the bunny wasn’t have it
Ron wasn’t too sure about all this ‘nancy-boy business’. Yes, he much preferred strong, powerful thighs and muscular torsos and well, cocks, if he was being blunt about things, but the whole ‘going on a date with a bloke’ thing was a bit beyond him.
A date with a bloke should be a few Butterbeers at The Leaky followed by a nice bout of drunken groping or shagging.
Ron looked at the hastily written note from Neville and grimaced. A day spent paper folding was not his idea of a good time. Gay or otherwise.
However, Ron mused, Neville was bloody marvellous at the good bits of being gay, his ability at giving head was second to none and the taut, little quiver his thighs made when Ron’s cock brushed against his prostate, flipped Ron’s stomach every time.
Ron sniffed. He’d suck it up and go fold paper then maybe Neville would suck him up afterwards.
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Ron arrived at Neville’s house, armed with a ream of parchment and a determined look upon his face. He was going to fold this paper and bloody well like it.
Ron brushed floo powder off his cloak and set out in search of Neville. “Nev, you there?” he shouted, as he toured the ground floor.
Ron scratched his head then grimaced when he realised his hair now stood up at a weird angle. Flatting his hair, he sighed, he had no idea where the fuck Neville was and Neville wasn’t that forgetful to forget that he was coming.
Ron was about to climb the stairs to Neville’s bedroom, in the vain hope that Neville’s idea of folding paper involved being naked when the kitchen door banged open. “Neville?” asked Ron as he drew his wand and moved slowly towards the kitchen.
“Ron,” answered Neville.
Ron smiled then stashed his wand away. “Yeah,” he answered, stopping short at the sight that greeted him.
Neville was shirtless and an equal amount of sweat and dirt clung to his torso.
Ron’s mouth went dry. “Erm, I brought some paper,” he said, holding up the box for Neville’s perusal.
Neville looked puzzled. “Eh?”
Ron coughed. “You know for the ora-ora, erm for the paper-folding.”
Neville looked at the box of parchment then at Ron. “For the-” Neville broke of laughing.
Ron looked affronted.
Neville wiped the tears of laughter away from his eyes. “You tool,” he said fondly. “We are planting Oregano.”
Ron blushed brightly, then mumbled, “Oh.”
“Oh, is right,” remarked Neville before removing the box from Ron’s hands and leading him towards the kitchen door. “I thought a few hours in the garden then a few Butterbeers then-”
“Then a drunken grope in the flower beds?” asked Ron hopefully. He looked at the box of parchment now standing innocently upon Neville’s kitchen work-top. “I brought some paper towels we can use if we get too mucky!”
Neville smiled. “Oh, I hope we don’t get too mucky, I rather fancied some paper-folding, afterwards.” He winked then turned and walked out of the kitchen door.
Ron watched the slow sway of Neville’s arse then smiled. Maybe this ‘nancy-boy business’ wouldn’t be so bad.