Gift fic for nologal. SM/BW/CW, RW/HP
Title: Forced Out of the Tool Shed Closet
Author: asnowyowl
Pairing/Threesome: Scorpius/Bill/Charlie, Harry/Ron
Summary: The last of my Tool Shed 'verse. Ron spies and then reports back to Harry with his findings.
Warnings: Crack!, Oblivious!Ron, Threesome, Incest, Voyeurism, Double penetration, Infidelity, Terrible artwork
Rating: NC17 (but beware, my Ron's horrible artwork might cause you to spork your eyes out).
Word Count: 1875
Notes: Written for nologal because I promised her I'd get Ron in bed with Harry in this verse. Unbeta'd because I've thrown way too much beta work at poor bk7brokemybrain lately.
The other parts of this 'verse can be found in my journal:
"Taming"
"Return to the Tool Shed"
"Discoveries from the Tool Shed"
And the one that falls after this one: "A Bit Backward"
Or in sceasleycest:
"Taming"
"Return to the Tool Shed"
"Discoveries from the Tool Shed"
Forced Out of the Tool Shed Closet
It had been hours since Ron had fire-called Malfoy, but still no updates. An intern should check in with his superior at regular intervals during a stake-out. Ron sighed and looked around the room. Everyone seemed to have something to do but him. He tried to get Harry's attention, but Harry was deep in conversation with Hermione and Ginny.
Finally Ron left the room and ambled to the empty kitchen. He threw Floo powder into the fireplace, gave Scorpius's address, and stuck his head in. "Malfoy? Are you still there? You're supposed to be following my brothers."
There was no answer. Ron was about to pull his head from the flames when he heard three noises in quick succession: a bang, a gasp, and a moan. Ron patted his robe pockets to make sure he hadn't left his wand by the pond again, and then dove through the fire, landing on Malfoy's hearth rug.
He went immediately into defensive stance, crouched low, arms held wide for balance, eyes darting to take in every bit of his environment. When he saw no one in the room, he hissed, "Scorpius."
Still no answer. Ron pulled his wand from an inside pocket of his robes, it felt strange in his hand, but he didn't have time to worry about that (although part of his mind wondered if he had somehow gotten hold of Harry's wand. He'd always wondered what Harry's wand would feel like. It looked really rigid… and long). His thoughts were derailed by a series of groans coming from somewhere in the flat.
Scorpius Malfoy, Auror Department Intern, was in trouble!
Ron crept through rooms, giving each a cursory inspection before moving on to the next. Finally, a rather loud yelp brought Ron to a door that stood half ajar. He pushed the door open a bit further, held his wand at the ready, and almost gasped at the sight that met him.
The bed was full of a tangle of bodies. It took Ron a moment, and several recounts, to realize there were three men, and two of them were Weasleys! Bill sat with his back to the headboard, Charlie sat on Bill's lap, facing Bill, with Scorpius perched in the middle, on top of them both, legs toward Ron like he was riding a horse sidesaddle.
Ron waved his wand furiously, trying to put up as many silencing and disillusionment charms as possible, only to realize the wand he was holding was actually a quill, the thick owl feather one he'd pilfered from his mum's kitchen. He patted his pockets again, but felt no telltale hardness of a concealed wand. He patted his groin twice. There was a definite hardness there, but one that would do him little good in his current situation.
Ah, but the quill… that might be of benefit. His replacement notepad was in the breast pocket of this shirt. He plucked it out and began writing (albeit with a shaky hand):
Located Suspects in Question, Bill and Charlie Weasley.
Location: The flat of Auror Department Intern Malfoy.
Description of Activities: Hell. I don't know if I can properly describe this. A drawing might be more valuable.
Ron scribbled out a drawing in his notebook, glancing toward the bed now and again to get the angles right. In the end, he was quite proud of what he'd produced. As his mother had told him on more than one occasion, he really should have been an artist.
Now I'm not certain whether Subject in Question, Bill Wealey's cock penis is fucking penetrating Subject in Question, Charlie Weasley's arse anus, or if both Charlie Weasley and Bill Weasley are penetrating Scorpius Malfoy. (And is that even possible? It's hard to believe even one penis would fit in there, let alone two. I'll have to ask Harry about it).
Must have a talk with Auror Department Intern Malfoy about proper interrogation techniques.
Ron reached down and adjusted himself in his robes. Sometimes stake-outs could get a bit exciting, but Ron never had this reaction unless he was partnered with Harry.
Because, really, while Malfoy's dedication to the job is to be commended, it seems rather a pointless method, since he doesn't seem to be interrogating the Subjects in Question.
The sound of panting breaths and moans brought Ron's attention fully back to the spectacle before him. He looked up just in time to see Bill wrap a hand around Scorpius's cock. Very few pulls later, and Scorpius was coming, shooting over Bill's hand, globs of white landing on Scorpius's stomach. Ron promised himself he'd add that to his picture later.
Charlie moaned and bucked up.
Mystery solved. When Charlie lifted up, I could plainly see that Bill was not penetrating him. Charlie and Bill, in fact, are both penetrating Malfoy. Merlin, that must hurt (though Malfoy looks as if it is quite enjoyable).
When Bill gasped and thrust violently up into the pile of bodies above him, Ron knew the show was over. He closed his notebook (having really learned nothing about what Charlie and Bill had recently been hiding) and crept back toward the fireplace. Just as he was about to Floo back to the Burrow, he heard Scorpius say, "See, I told you we could work this all out." Well, at least now the boy seemed to be on the case.
Ron made his way through the silent house to the room Harry and Ginny were using during the holiday. He crashed into the room, chest heaving, eyes searching wildly in the dark for Harry.
A torch flared to life and Ginny sat up in bed. "Ron, what are you doing here this time of the night?"
"I need Harry."
Ginny sighed. She crawled from the bed. "'Course you do. I'll leave you two alone." She turned to her husband who was sitting up in bed, bare-chested, tousled. "It's time, Harry. Merlin, it's way past time, really. Keep him here, yeah?"
Harry nodded. "If you're sure."
"I am."
Ron watched as Ginny left the room. When the door closed softly behind her, Ron asked, "What's that all about? What's it time for?"
Harry lifted the edge of the covers and patted the bit of mattress beside him. "Sit down, Ron, we need to talk."
Ron toed off his shoes, pulled off his robes, and then, since Harry was bare-chested, shoved his shirt up and off. Climbing in bed with Harry didn't seem that strange, being encircled in Harry's arms and pulled against his chest, did, however. Strange, but nice.
"Ron, Ginny and Hermione think maybe… well… maybe you're in love with me."
Ron thought about that for a moment. Of course he loved Harry, they'd been best mates since they were eleven.
"And not just as best mates."
Damn! He hated it when Harry seemed to read his mind. "As what, then?"
Harry sighed. He rubbed a hand up and down Ron's shoulder. "As lovers. As the person you should be spending the rest of your life with."
"Oh. But I'm doing that with Hermione."
Harry sighed again. Did he have to sound quite so put-out? Ron was doing his best here.
"Let's look at it this way," Harry said. "How long's it been since you've had sex with Hermione?"
Ron had to really think about that one. He was surprised to find he could barely remember. A year ago, maybe? Two? Finally, he shrugged.
"Why?" Harry asked, doing that mind-reading thing again. "Why's it been so long?"
"I'm getting older. My sex drive isn't what it used to be." Though even Ron knew that to be a lie. He still got hard and wanting, he just didn’t seem to want Hermione. He and his right hand had become intimately acquainted over the last year or so.
Harry shifted a little, sliding down, moving his hand until it brushed the bulge at the front of Ron's trousers. "You're hard," he whispered. "Seems like a healthy sex-drive to me."
Ron whimpered. Of course he was hard. He'd just witnessed some fairly kinky sex.
Harry continued to stroke lightly over Ron's cock. "If we were in bed together, every night, naked, would you want me to touch you?" He squeezed. Even through trousers and pants, it felt marvelous. Harry turned so his own cock, hard and hot, pressed against Ron's hip. "Would you make love to me every night?"
Ron didn't remember forming an answer, but his brain must have still had some function, because he heard himself whisper, "Merlin, yes."
Harry slipped down Ron's body, deftly undoing his fly and grasping his prick, releasing it from the tight confines of his pants. He lowered his head until his breath was caressing Ron's cock. "Do you love me?" he asked, his gaze locked firmly on Ron's.
"Yes."
"In what way?"
As if he had no control over them, Ron's hips bucked up, yearning to get his prick closer to Harry's mouth. "In every way." It must have been the right answer, because Harry rewarded him with a light lick on the very tip of his cock.
"What about Hermione and Ginny?" Ron asked, because while Harry might have forgotten he was married, Ron certainly hadn't.
It must have been a proper question, though, because Harry ducked and licked Ron's cock from base to tip, teasing just a bit at his slit before pulling away. "Hermione and Ginny are smart girls."
Ron couldn't disagree with that.
"They know how we feel about each other."
Ron couldn't see how that could be, as he'd only just started feeling like this about Harry. He was certain of that… unless… years of shared secrets, fond looks, and yearning heartbeats crowded his mind. "Oh."
"Ginny and Hermione would rather be with each other than with us. And I'd rather be with you than with anyone else in the world." With those words said, Harry fully engulfed Ron's length in his warm mouth. After that, all Ron's questions were answered (including the one about how a guy's prick could fit into another bloke's hole).
HP/RW~~SM/CW/BW~~HP/RW
Two owls arrived at the Burrow very early the next morning. Normally Ron wouldn't be awake to receive them, but Harry and he had yet to sleep, and Ron was in the kitchen, eating pie, gathering his strength for another go.
The first note was addressed to Ron and Harry. Ron unfurled the parchment.
Dear Sirs,
Thank you for the opportunity to work in the Auror Department. Unfortunately, I must resign. Personal matters are forcing me to move to Romania.
Best regards,
Scorpius Malfoy
Ron shrugged. It wasn't as if the boy would be a big loss. Look at his interrogation techniques!
The second letter was addressed to the entire Weasley family. Ron untied this one and recognized Bill's handwriting immediately.
"I'll be spending the foreseeable future in Romania with Charlie. I'm sorry, everyone, but this is a move I must make. Fleur, I'll be in touch to work out a separation agreement.
Love,
Bill
Huh. Well, that was unexpected. Ron left the parchments on the table and ran up the stairs. He needed to ask Harry what was so attractive about Romania. Because if it was that good, maybe they should move there, too.
end
Continues with: href="http://asnowyowl.livejournal.com/94441.html?#cutid1">"A Bit Backward"
Author: asnowyowl
Pairing/Threesome: Scorpius/Bill/Charlie, Harry/Ron
Summary: The last of my Tool Shed 'verse. Ron spies and then reports back to Harry with his findings.
Warnings: Crack!, Oblivious!Ron, Threesome, Incest, Voyeurism, Double penetration, Infidelity, Terrible artwork
Rating: NC17 (but beware, my Ron's horrible artwork might cause you to spork your eyes out).
Word Count: 1875
Notes: Written for nologal because I promised her I'd get Ron in bed with Harry in this verse. Unbeta'd because I've thrown way too much beta work at poor bk7brokemybrain lately.
The other parts of this 'verse can be found in my journal:
"Taming"
"Return to the Tool Shed"
"Discoveries from the Tool Shed"
And the one that falls after this one: "A Bit Backward"
Or in sceasleycest:
"Taming"
"Return to the Tool Shed"
"Discoveries from the Tool Shed"
Forced Out of the Tool Shed Closet
It had been hours since Ron had fire-called Malfoy, but still no updates. An intern should check in with his superior at regular intervals during a stake-out. Ron sighed and looked around the room. Everyone seemed to have something to do but him. He tried to get Harry's attention, but Harry was deep in conversation with Hermione and Ginny.
Finally Ron left the room and ambled to the empty kitchen. He threw Floo powder into the fireplace, gave Scorpius's address, and stuck his head in. "Malfoy? Are you still there? You're supposed to be following my brothers."
There was no answer. Ron was about to pull his head from the flames when he heard three noises in quick succession: a bang, a gasp, and a moan. Ron patted his robe pockets to make sure he hadn't left his wand by the pond again, and then dove through the fire, landing on Malfoy's hearth rug.
He went immediately into defensive stance, crouched low, arms held wide for balance, eyes darting to take in every bit of his environment. When he saw no one in the room, he hissed, "Scorpius."
Still no answer. Ron pulled his wand from an inside pocket of his robes, it felt strange in his hand, but he didn't have time to worry about that (although part of his mind wondered if he had somehow gotten hold of Harry's wand. He'd always wondered what Harry's wand would feel like. It looked really rigid… and long). His thoughts were derailed by a series of groans coming from somewhere in the flat.
Scorpius Malfoy, Auror Department Intern, was in trouble!
Ron crept through rooms, giving each a cursory inspection before moving on to the next. Finally, a rather loud yelp brought Ron to a door that stood half ajar. He pushed the door open a bit further, held his wand at the ready, and almost gasped at the sight that met him.
The bed was full of a tangle of bodies. It took Ron a moment, and several recounts, to realize there were three men, and two of them were Weasleys! Bill sat with his back to the headboard, Charlie sat on Bill's lap, facing Bill, with Scorpius perched in the middle, on top of them both, legs toward Ron like he was riding a horse sidesaddle.
Ron waved his wand furiously, trying to put up as many silencing and disillusionment charms as possible, only to realize the wand he was holding was actually a quill, the thick owl feather one he'd pilfered from his mum's kitchen. He patted his pockets again, but felt no telltale hardness of a concealed wand. He patted his groin twice. There was a definite hardness there, but one that would do him little good in his current situation.
Ah, but the quill… that might be of benefit. His replacement notepad was in the breast pocket of this shirt. He plucked it out and began writing (albeit with a shaky hand):
Located Suspects in Question, Bill and Charlie Weasley.
Location: The flat of Auror Department Intern Malfoy.
Description of Activities: Hell. I don't know if I can properly describe this. A drawing might be more valuable.
Ron scribbled out a drawing in his notebook, glancing toward the bed now and again to get the angles right. In the end, he was quite proud of what he'd produced. As his mother had told him on more than one occasion, he really should have been an artist.
Now I'm not certain whether Subject in Question, Bill Wealey's cock penis is fucking penetrating Subject in Question, Charlie Weasley's arse anus, or if both Charlie Weasley and Bill Weasley are penetrating Scorpius Malfoy. (And is that even possible? It's hard to believe even one penis would fit in there, let alone two. I'll have to ask Harry about it).
Must have a talk with Auror Department Intern Malfoy about proper interrogation techniques.
Ron reached down and adjusted himself in his robes. Sometimes stake-outs could get a bit exciting, but Ron never had this reaction unless he was partnered with Harry.
Because, really, while Malfoy's dedication to the job is to be commended, it seems rather a pointless method, since he doesn't seem to be interrogating the Subjects in Question.
The sound of panting breaths and moans brought Ron's attention fully back to the spectacle before him. He looked up just in time to see Bill wrap a hand around Scorpius's cock. Very few pulls later, and Scorpius was coming, shooting over Bill's hand, globs of white landing on Scorpius's stomach. Ron promised himself he'd add that to his picture later.
Charlie moaned and bucked up.
Mystery solved. When Charlie lifted up, I could plainly see that Bill was not penetrating him. Charlie and Bill, in fact, are both penetrating Malfoy. Merlin, that must hurt (though Malfoy looks as if it is quite enjoyable).
When Bill gasped and thrust violently up into the pile of bodies above him, Ron knew the show was over. He closed his notebook (having really learned nothing about what Charlie and Bill had recently been hiding) and crept back toward the fireplace. Just as he was about to Floo back to the Burrow, he heard Scorpius say, "See, I told you we could work this all out." Well, at least now the boy seemed to be on the case.
Ron made his way through the silent house to the room Harry and Ginny were using during the holiday. He crashed into the room, chest heaving, eyes searching wildly in the dark for Harry.
A torch flared to life and Ginny sat up in bed. "Ron, what are you doing here this time of the night?"
"I need Harry."
Ginny sighed. She crawled from the bed. "'Course you do. I'll leave you two alone." She turned to her husband who was sitting up in bed, bare-chested, tousled. "It's time, Harry. Merlin, it's way past time, really. Keep him here, yeah?"
Harry nodded. "If you're sure."
"I am."
Ron watched as Ginny left the room. When the door closed softly behind her, Ron asked, "What's that all about? What's it time for?"
Harry lifted the edge of the covers and patted the bit of mattress beside him. "Sit down, Ron, we need to talk."
Ron toed off his shoes, pulled off his robes, and then, since Harry was bare-chested, shoved his shirt up and off. Climbing in bed with Harry didn't seem that strange, being encircled in Harry's arms and pulled against his chest, did, however. Strange, but nice.
"Ron, Ginny and Hermione think maybe… well… maybe you're in love with me."
Ron thought about that for a moment. Of course he loved Harry, they'd been best mates since they were eleven.
"And not just as best mates."
Damn! He hated it when Harry seemed to read his mind. "As what, then?"
Harry sighed. He rubbed a hand up and down Ron's shoulder. "As lovers. As the person you should be spending the rest of your life with."
"Oh. But I'm doing that with Hermione."
Harry sighed again. Did he have to sound quite so put-out? Ron was doing his best here.
"Let's look at it this way," Harry said. "How long's it been since you've had sex with Hermione?"
Ron had to really think about that one. He was surprised to find he could barely remember. A year ago, maybe? Two? Finally, he shrugged.
"Why?" Harry asked, doing that mind-reading thing again. "Why's it been so long?"
"I'm getting older. My sex drive isn't what it used to be." Though even Ron knew that to be a lie. He still got hard and wanting, he just didn’t seem to want Hermione. He and his right hand had become intimately acquainted over the last year or so.
Harry shifted a little, sliding down, moving his hand until it brushed the bulge at the front of Ron's trousers. "You're hard," he whispered. "Seems like a healthy sex-drive to me."
Ron whimpered. Of course he was hard. He'd just witnessed some fairly kinky sex.
Harry continued to stroke lightly over Ron's cock. "If we were in bed together, every night, naked, would you want me to touch you?" He squeezed. Even through trousers and pants, it felt marvelous. Harry turned so his own cock, hard and hot, pressed against Ron's hip. "Would you make love to me every night?"
Ron didn't remember forming an answer, but his brain must have still had some function, because he heard himself whisper, "Merlin, yes."
Harry slipped down Ron's body, deftly undoing his fly and grasping his prick, releasing it from the tight confines of his pants. He lowered his head until his breath was caressing Ron's cock. "Do you love me?" he asked, his gaze locked firmly on Ron's.
"Yes."
"In what way?"
As if he had no control over them, Ron's hips bucked up, yearning to get his prick closer to Harry's mouth. "In every way." It must have been the right answer, because Harry rewarded him with a light lick on the very tip of his cock.
"What about Hermione and Ginny?" Ron asked, because while Harry might have forgotten he was married, Ron certainly hadn't.
It must have been a proper question, though, because Harry ducked and licked Ron's cock from base to tip, teasing just a bit at his slit before pulling away. "Hermione and Ginny are smart girls."
Ron couldn't disagree with that.
"They know how we feel about each other."
Ron couldn't see how that could be, as he'd only just started feeling like this about Harry. He was certain of that… unless… years of shared secrets, fond looks, and yearning heartbeats crowded his mind. "Oh."
"Ginny and Hermione would rather be with each other than with us. And I'd rather be with you than with anyone else in the world." With those words said, Harry fully engulfed Ron's length in his warm mouth. After that, all Ron's questions were answered (including the one about how a guy's prick could fit into another bloke's hole).
HP/RW~~SM/CW/BW~~HP/RW
Two owls arrived at the Burrow very early the next morning. Normally Ron wouldn't be awake to receive them, but Harry and he had yet to sleep, and Ron was in the kitchen, eating pie, gathering his strength for another go.
The first note was addressed to Ron and Harry. Ron unfurled the parchment.
Dear Sirs,
Thank you for the opportunity to work in the Auror Department. Unfortunately, I must resign. Personal matters are forcing me to move to Romania.
Best regards,
Scorpius Malfoy
Ron shrugged. It wasn't as if the boy would be a big loss. Look at his interrogation techniques!
The second letter was addressed to the entire Weasley family. Ron untied this one and recognized Bill's handwriting immediately.
"I'll be spending the foreseeable future in Romania with Charlie. I'm sorry, everyone, but this is a move I must make. Fleur, I'll be in touch to work out a separation agreement.
Love,
Bill
Huh. Well, that was unexpected. Ron left the parchments on the table and ran up the stairs. He needed to ask Harry what was so attractive about Romania. Because if it was that good, maybe they should move there, too.
end
Continues with: href="http://asnowyowl.livejournal.com/94441.html?#cutid1">"A Bit Backward"