FIC for jeezjenna
For: jeezjenna
From: callie_828
Title: Desperate Times
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry and Ron wake up to find themselves in a seemingly hopeless situation with nothing to lose but their inhibitions.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction and is not authorized, prepared, approved, licensed, or endorsed by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, Scholastic, or any other individual or entity associated with the Harry Potter books or movies.
Warnings: None, really. EWE, I guess.
Author's Note: To my giftee - I’m terrible at sweet, mushy gushy stuff, but I hope this is something like what you were looking for. Happy Christmas. :)
Harry opened his eyes and coughed. The air in the cell was thick and musty and Harry thought that if any noise were being made, it would have been swallowed and stifled by the dankness. Perhaps the sound of Ron’s breathing might have been heard, but as it was, Harry could only tell that his best friend was alive by the rise and fall of his bare chest. Ron’s naked body was sprawled out on the cold cement floor a few feet away, cuts and bruises decorating his arms, legs, and torso. Harry propped himself up against the stone wall, wincing at an ache in his side. He, too, was naked and he examined himself for any serious injuries, though the handful of cuts and scrapes he found appeared to be superficial. He looked around the cell, though there was nothing to see. Four stone walls, a floor, and a ceiling were uninterrupted by doors or windows. Except for one small lantern on each wall, he and Ron were the only things inside. Harry slid himself along the wall until he was close enough to nudge Ron’s leg with his foot.
“Hey,” Harry said, watching Ron for a response. When none came, he kicked Ron hard in the leg and shouted. “OY!” Ron startled and his eyes flew open. He looked around frantically and then scrambled to a sitting position against the wall opposite Harry. He crossed his legs and cupped his hands over himself.
“We’re naked!” he exclaimed, his eyes darting back and forth from Harry’s body to anywhere else.
“Way to pinpoint the least of our problems, Ron,” Harry said dully. He watched Ron blush and struggle to conceal his nakedness. “What are you doing?”
“It’s indecent,” Ron squeaked.
“Ron, are you serious? We’ve seen each other naked loads of times in the showers after Quidditch.”
“This is not the showers, Harry.”
“Now you’re getting closer to some of our bigger problems.” Harry stood up and walked around the cell, running his fingers over every stone of every wall, looking for some way in or out. Ron blushed even harder as his eyes trailed Harry’s arse around the room. Harry simply grinned as he stepped over Ron, straddling him for the slightest of moments. Ron swallowed hard.
“Where are we?”
“No idea,” Harry replied. “Whoever brought us here knocked us out first. What’s the last thing you remember?”
“We were walking home from the pub and I felt someone grab me from behind,” Ron replied. “That’s it.” Harry sat back down across from Ron with his feet flat on the floor and his knees up, legs spread wide open.
“Same here,” he said.
“Harry, could you not sit like that, please?” Ron asked, looking up at the ceiling. Harry grinned again.
“Why?”
“Because it’s making me…” Ron shifted and clenched his legs together tightly. “… uncomfortable.”
“Why?” Harry asked again.
“Do I need a reason?” Ron huffed. Harry shrugged and changed positions, this time sitting cross-legged with his hands in his lap.
“Better?”
“Oh, yes, fantastic,” Ron said sarcastically. “Except we’re still naked in a sealed-up cell with no idea who put us here or why! I don’t suppose you’ve got your wand on you?” Harry stretched his arms out to the side and looked himself over before looking back at Ron.
“There’s an interesting question. If I had my wand on me, Ron, where do you think it would have to be? Is that where you think I keep my wand?”
“No,” Ron said hastily.
“Is that where you keep your wand?”
“No!”
“Are you sure? I could check for you if you’d like,” Harry said, leaning forward. Ron sat up straight against the wall and pulled his knees up towards his chest.
“Oh, knock it off, Harry.” Harry laughed. “So what do we do now?”
“Wait, I suppose,” Harry offered.
“What for?”
“How should I know?”
“Well, it’s your plan,” Ron argued.
“Have you got a better one?” Harry asked. Ron slowly ran his eyes over Harry’s pale, naked form. The soft light from the lanterns was bouncing off the moisture that was beading on his smooth, cut chest. Ron ran his tongue over his lips.
“Maybe.” Harry stared at Ron, expressionless. After a moment of silence, Harry sighed heavily.
“Do you think anyone is looking for us?”
“I wouldn’t look for you,” Ron joked.
“Liar. Someone’s probably looking for us, right? Though I doubt they’ll find us here.” Harry ran a hair through his wild black hair.
“You don’t seem too upset,” Ron commented.
“Neither do you,” Harry retorted. “Maybe we’re just so used to getting out of jams like this that the threat of death doesn’t even bother us anymore.”
“That’s terrible,” Ron said plainly. “That’s no way to live, really. All cold and unfeeling like that. We’re probably better off then.” Harry laughed.
“Funny, Ron. Really though, it is strange,” Harry said. “I’m not worried.”
“Me either,” Ron said, shrugging. “Why is that?”
“Well,” Harry started, rubbing his chin in mock-thought. “I’ve died once before. Resurrection has a way of making you feel invincible. What’s your excuse?”
“I joke my way through everything,” Ron said. “It’s my thing, I guess.”
“I like it,” Harry replied.
“Never thought I’d die like this, though,” Ron sighed, looking around the cell.
“What, naked?” Harry asked.
“No. Of starvation.” Harry laughed.
“No, Ron, no one would’ve ever thought that.” They both chuckled softly, but then Harry’s expression became serious and Ron’s smile fell. “Really though, Ron,” said Harry. “I don’t have a plan this time.”
“I know,” Ron answered darkly.
“We’ve got no wands, we’ve got no idea where we are and no way out,” Harry said as he pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them. “I don’t think we’re going to get out of this one.” He stared at the floor and shivered as a chill ran up his naked back.
“Is this where we truth-tell, then?” Ron asked.
“What?”
“That’s what they do in movies and on muggle tv shows, right? Whenever people are in tight spots like this and they know they’re going to die, they confess all sorts of stuff because they know it won’t matter.” Harry smiled.
“Those people usually end up surviving, Ron,” he said.
“All the more reason,” Ron replied. “Come on, Harry. There must be something you want to say… or do… before you die.”
“I don’t know,” Harry sighed. Ron stood up now and, making no effort to cover himself anymore, moved across the cell and slid down the wall next to Harry, coming to a rest so close to his best mate that Harry could feel the heat radiating off Ron’s freckled skin. He closed his eyes and breathed in Ron’s scent while Ron stared straight ahead looking at nothing in particular. Harry watched his friend’s face, his insides aching at the way Ron’s eyes, though they met with nothing but stone, looked as though they gazed tenderly at something miles away. An impulse to push closer to Ron overwhelmed Harry and he began fiddling with his own fingers in an effort to keep from touching Ron all over.
“Go on,” Ron said, still looking at some distant thing invisible to Harry. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?” Harry whispered, his breathing ragged and heavy. Ron turned, finally, to look at him.
“If this is our last night on earth,” Ron said, need in his voice and hope in his eyes. “We shouldn’t waste it.” Harry parted his lips to respond, but before he could get out a word, Ron’s mouth engulfed him, his tongue swirling giftedly around corners of his mouth Harry didn’t even know were there. Harry threw his arms desperately around Ron’s neck, pulling him onto the floor on top of him. Ron tangled one hand in Harry’s hair, the other running up and down Harry’s chest and waist, all the while never ceasing his frantic kissing. Harry broke the kiss first to call out Ron’s name. He bore his fingers into Ron’s muscular back as they moved their hips in a steady rhythm, their stiffening cocks grinding against one another.
“Ron,” Harry breathed, rolling Ron over and straddling him. He kissed him again, tracing Ron’s lips with his tongue, trailing kisses down Ron’s neck and chest, stopping to gently suck each taut nipple on Ron’s chiseled, sweaty chest. He savored the salty taste as he licked his way lower, his hands firmly grasping Ron’s hips. By the time his face was level with Ron’s cock, his erection was full and precome glistened on the tip, waiting for Harry to lap it up. Harry obliged, wrapping his mouth around Ron as Ron arched his back and a throaty moan echoed off the walls of the empty cell. Harry hummed softly as he took all of Ron’s length inside his mouth over and over again, the vibrations sending shudders through Ron’s entire body. Ron’s breathing quickened and Harry curled his fingers around the base of Ron’s cock, ignoring his own aching erection to work his mouth harder over Ron’s.
“Harry,” Ron moaned, as Harry increased the suction each time he closed his lips around the head of Ron’s throbbing cock. “Gonna come…” he whimpered, his balls tightening as Harry took him in his mouth one last time before he spilled down Harry’s throat. Harry slinked his way back up Ron’s heaving torso and kissed him again, Ron eagerly licking the taste of himself from Harry’s mouth.
“Ron,” Harry panted.
“I know,” Ron whispered, feeling Harry’s stiff cock against his thigh. He moved on top of Harry and took him in his big, strong hand, stroking Harry’s length with expert movements. Harry gasped at the feel of Ron’s touch on his weeping cock. While Ron used one hand to run up Harry’s thigh and grasp his muscled buttock, the other gently squeezed Harry’s aching erection, swirling a thumb in circles around the tip. Harry moaned as Ron’s twisting grasp rubbed beneath the head of his cock, tracing the vein on the underside with every stroke.
“Ron,” Harry breathed. “Almost… there…” He thrust into Ron’s fist as the beginnings of his orgasm surged through his body. He arched his back and called Ron’s name as he released, coating Ron’s stomach and his own with hot, sticky come. Ron collapsed next to Harry and they both lay breathing heavily, drunk with fatigue and sheer ecstasy. Harry found Ron’s hand and braided their fingers together, pulling Ron’s hand up and holding it against his chest. For a few moments, neither of them said a word, they simply lay basking in the bliss of the evening’s events.
“Well?” Harry finally asked.
“You were right,” Ron said as he stood up and removed his wand from its hiding spot tucked safely behind one of the lanterns. “That was fun.” He waved his wand and the stone cell faded away to reveal a warm bedroom lined with Chudley Cannon posters and decorated in reds and golds. Ron waved his wand once more and their cuts and bruises vanished. He helped Harry up off the floor and the two of them slumped exhaustedly into the bed they shared.
“I told you,” Harry said smugly.
“So you did,” Ron conceded. “Now, let’s do one of my fantasies tomorrow.”
Harry grinned.
The End.
From: callie_828
Title: Desperate Times
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry and Ron wake up to find themselves in a seemingly hopeless situation with nothing to lose but their inhibitions.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction and is not authorized, prepared, approved, licensed, or endorsed by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, Scholastic, or any other individual or entity associated with the Harry Potter books or movies.
Warnings: None, really. EWE, I guess.
Author's Note: To my giftee - I’m terrible at sweet, mushy gushy stuff, but I hope this is something like what you were looking for. Happy Christmas. :)
Harry opened his eyes and coughed. The air in the cell was thick and musty and Harry thought that if any noise were being made, it would have been swallowed and stifled by the dankness. Perhaps the sound of Ron’s breathing might have been heard, but as it was, Harry could only tell that his best friend was alive by the rise and fall of his bare chest. Ron’s naked body was sprawled out on the cold cement floor a few feet away, cuts and bruises decorating his arms, legs, and torso. Harry propped himself up against the stone wall, wincing at an ache in his side. He, too, was naked and he examined himself for any serious injuries, though the handful of cuts and scrapes he found appeared to be superficial. He looked around the cell, though there was nothing to see. Four stone walls, a floor, and a ceiling were uninterrupted by doors or windows. Except for one small lantern on each wall, he and Ron were the only things inside. Harry slid himself along the wall until he was close enough to nudge Ron’s leg with his foot.
“Hey,” Harry said, watching Ron for a response. When none came, he kicked Ron hard in the leg and shouted. “OY!” Ron startled and his eyes flew open. He looked around frantically and then scrambled to a sitting position against the wall opposite Harry. He crossed his legs and cupped his hands over himself.
“We’re naked!” he exclaimed, his eyes darting back and forth from Harry’s body to anywhere else.
“Way to pinpoint the least of our problems, Ron,” Harry said dully. He watched Ron blush and struggle to conceal his nakedness. “What are you doing?”
“It’s indecent,” Ron squeaked.
“Ron, are you serious? We’ve seen each other naked loads of times in the showers after Quidditch.”
“This is not the showers, Harry.”
“Now you’re getting closer to some of our bigger problems.” Harry stood up and walked around the cell, running his fingers over every stone of every wall, looking for some way in or out. Ron blushed even harder as his eyes trailed Harry’s arse around the room. Harry simply grinned as he stepped over Ron, straddling him for the slightest of moments. Ron swallowed hard.
“Where are we?”
“No idea,” Harry replied. “Whoever brought us here knocked us out first. What’s the last thing you remember?”
“We were walking home from the pub and I felt someone grab me from behind,” Ron replied. “That’s it.” Harry sat back down across from Ron with his feet flat on the floor and his knees up, legs spread wide open.
“Same here,” he said.
“Harry, could you not sit like that, please?” Ron asked, looking up at the ceiling. Harry grinned again.
“Why?”
“Because it’s making me…” Ron shifted and clenched his legs together tightly. “… uncomfortable.”
“Why?” Harry asked again.
“Do I need a reason?” Ron huffed. Harry shrugged and changed positions, this time sitting cross-legged with his hands in his lap.
“Better?”
“Oh, yes, fantastic,” Ron said sarcastically. “Except we’re still naked in a sealed-up cell with no idea who put us here or why! I don’t suppose you’ve got your wand on you?” Harry stretched his arms out to the side and looked himself over before looking back at Ron.
“There’s an interesting question. If I had my wand on me, Ron, where do you think it would have to be? Is that where you think I keep my wand?”
“No,” Ron said hastily.
“Is that where you keep your wand?”
“No!”
“Are you sure? I could check for you if you’d like,” Harry said, leaning forward. Ron sat up straight against the wall and pulled his knees up towards his chest.
“Oh, knock it off, Harry.” Harry laughed. “So what do we do now?”
“Wait, I suppose,” Harry offered.
“What for?”
“How should I know?”
“Well, it’s your plan,” Ron argued.
“Have you got a better one?” Harry asked. Ron slowly ran his eyes over Harry’s pale, naked form. The soft light from the lanterns was bouncing off the moisture that was beading on his smooth, cut chest. Ron ran his tongue over his lips.
“Maybe.” Harry stared at Ron, expressionless. After a moment of silence, Harry sighed heavily.
“Do you think anyone is looking for us?”
“I wouldn’t look for you,” Ron joked.
“Liar. Someone’s probably looking for us, right? Though I doubt they’ll find us here.” Harry ran a hair through his wild black hair.
“You don’t seem too upset,” Ron commented.
“Neither do you,” Harry retorted. “Maybe we’re just so used to getting out of jams like this that the threat of death doesn’t even bother us anymore.”
“That’s terrible,” Ron said plainly. “That’s no way to live, really. All cold and unfeeling like that. We’re probably better off then.” Harry laughed.
“Funny, Ron. Really though, it is strange,” Harry said. “I’m not worried.”
“Me either,” Ron said, shrugging. “Why is that?”
“Well,” Harry started, rubbing his chin in mock-thought. “I’ve died once before. Resurrection has a way of making you feel invincible. What’s your excuse?”
“I joke my way through everything,” Ron said. “It’s my thing, I guess.”
“I like it,” Harry replied.
“Never thought I’d die like this, though,” Ron sighed, looking around the cell.
“What, naked?” Harry asked.
“No. Of starvation.” Harry laughed.
“No, Ron, no one would’ve ever thought that.” They both chuckled softly, but then Harry’s expression became serious and Ron’s smile fell. “Really though, Ron,” said Harry. “I don’t have a plan this time.”
“I know,” Ron answered darkly.
“We’ve got no wands, we’ve got no idea where we are and no way out,” Harry said as he pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them. “I don’t think we’re going to get out of this one.” He stared at the floor and shivered as a chill ran up his naked back.
“Is this where we truth-tell, then?” Ron asked.
“What?”
“That’s what they do in movies and on muggle tv shows, right? Whenever people are in tight spots like this and they know they’re going to die, they confess all sorts of stuff because they know it won’t matter.” Harry smiled.
“Those people usually end up surviving, Ron,” he said.
“All the more reason,” Ron replied. “Come on, Harry. There must be something you want to say… or do… before you die.”
“I don’t know,” Harry sighed. Ron stood up now and, making no effort to cover himself anymore, moved across the cell and slid down the wall next to Harry, coming to a rest so close to his best mate that Harry could feel the heat radiating off Ron’s freckled skin. He closed his eyes and breathed in Ron’s scent while Ron stared straight ahead looking at nothing in particular. Harry watched his friend’s face, his insides aching at the way Ron’s eyes, though they met with nothing but stone, looked as though they gazed tenderly at something miles away. An impulse to push closer to Ron overwhelmed Harry and he began fiddling with his own fingers in an effort to keep from touching Ron all over.
“Go on,” Ron said, still looking at some distant thing invisible to Harry. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?” Harry whispered, his breathing ragged and heavy. Ron turned, finally, to look at him.
“If this is our last night on earth,” Ron said, need in his voice and hope in his eyes. “We shouldn’t waste it.” Harry parted his lips to respond, but before he could get out a word, Ron’s mouth engulfed him, his tongue swirling giftedly around corners of his mouth Harry didn’t even know were there. Harry threw his arms desperately around Ron’s neck, pulling him onto the floor on top of him. Ron tangled one hand in Harry’s hair, the other running up and down Harry’s chest and waist, all the while never ceasing his frantic kissing. Harry broke the kiss first to call out Ron’s name. He bore his fingers into Ron’s muscular back as they moved their hips in a steady rhythm, their stiffening cocks grinding against one another.
“Ron,” Harry breathed, rolling Ron over and straddling him. He kissed him again, tracing Ron’s lips with his tongue, trailing kisses down Ron’s neck and chest, stopping to gently suck each taut nipple on Ron’s chiseled, sweaty chest. He savored the salty taste as he licked his way lower, his hands firmly grasping Ron’s hips. By the time his face was level with Ron’s cock, his erection was full and precome glistened on the tip, waiting for Harry to lap it up. Harry obliged, wrapping his mouth around Ron as Ron arched his back and a throaty moan echoed off the walls of the empty cell. Harry hummed softly as he took all of Ron’s length inside his mouth over and over again, the vibrations sending shudders through Ron’s entire body. Ron’s breathing quickened and Harry curled his fingers around the base of Ron’s cock, ignoring his own aching erection to work his mouth harder over Ron’s.
“Harry,” Ron moaned, as Harry increased the suction each time he closed his lips around the head of Ron’s throbbing cock. “Gonna come…” he whimpered, his balls tightening as Harry took him in his mouth one last time before he spilled down Harry’s throat. Harry slinked his way back up Ron’s heaving torso and kissed him again, Ron eagerly licking the taste of himself from Harry’s mouth.
“Ron,” Harry panted.
“I know,” Ron whispered, feeling Harry’s stiff cock against his thigh. He moved on top of Harry and took him in his big, strong hand, stroking Harry’s length with expert movements. Harry gasped at the feel of Ron’s touch on his weeping cock. While Ron used one hand to run up Harry’s thigh and grasp his muscled buttock, the other gently squeezed Harry’s aching erection, swirling a thumb in circles around the tip. Harry moaned as Ron’s twisting grasp rubbed beneath the head of his cock, tracing the vein on the underside with every stroke.
“Ron,” Harry breathed. “Almost… there…” He thrust into Ron’s fist as the beginnings of his orgasm surged through his body. He arched his back and called Ron’s name as he released, coating Ron’s stomach and his own with hot, sticky come. Ron collapsed next to Harry and they both lay breathing heavily, drunk with fatigue and sheer ecstasy. Harry found Ron’s hand and braided their fingers together, pulling Ron’s hand up and holding it against his chest. For a few moments, neither of them said a word, they simply lay basking in the bliss of the evening’s events.
“Well?” Harry finally asked.
“You were right,” Ron said as he stood up and removed his wand from its hiding spot tucked safely behind one of the lanterns. “That was fun.” He waved his wand and the stone cell faded away to reveal a warm bedroom lined with Chudley Cannon posters and decorated in reds and golds. Ron waved his wand once more and their cuts and bruises vanished. He helped Harry up off the floor and the two of them slumped exhaustedly into the bed they shared.
“I told you,” Harry said smugly.
“So you did,” Ron conceded. “Now, let’s do one of my fantasies tomorrow.”
Harry grinned.
The End.