... it would have been easier ...
Title: ... it would have been easier ...
Author: physixxx
Characters: Harry/Ron
Summary: His best mates' a poof... he's practically lived with him for almost six years, now. Ron can't help but to wonder... and there's only one cure for curiosity.
Warning: Meh... none, really.
Rating: PG-13
Written for: AWDT challenge
Prompt: "He’s very quite and he enjoys puzzles."
Word Count: 649
Beta: None
“Come on, ye li’l shites!” Seamus exclaimed, sticking his head in the room, “Ye’ll be late for Potions! Snape’ll have y’arses in a sling!!”
Neville jumped off his four-poster and scurried to the door, books in tow. He looked over to Ron and Harry, who were still lollygagging; Harry putting books in his book bag and Ron sitting on his bed, lacing his shoes.
“Are you guys coming?” Neville asked, timidly.
“Yeah, we’ll be there. Go on,” Ron answered, glancing to Harry.
Neville left the room, giving one final, excogitative look to Harry.
Ron’s eyes narrowed as he watched Harry stuff the last of his parchments and tomes in his messenger bag. He watched Harry’s shoulders shift and move, his neck twist, and his back arch. He even watched his arse as it stirred in his trousers, far too loose to reveal anything… incriminating - or titillating.
With determination seeping from every pore, Ron stood and walked over to Harry, covering the distance in three grand strides. Grabbing his shoulder, he twirled Harry around to face him.
“Whau--?”
That was all Harry could get out before he found Ron’s mouth on his. His eyes bulged in shock as he let out a muffled cry of protest and tried to wrench himself away, pushing at Ron’s chest. But Ron was far too strong for that.
He reached around Harry, resting a possessive hand on the small of his back and pulling him closer, tighter. His lips parted and his tongue flitted in Harry’s mouth, caressing his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Ron felt Harry’s resolve fade; the tightness slipped out of his body like water between fingers.
Ron soon found hands sliding through his thick mane, tugging at the thicket of hair clinched in Harry’s grip. He felt a caress on his face as Harry’s mouth slowly closed. His head shifted to the other side as he opened his lips again with a loud, wet ‘smack’ing noise.
Harry’s breathing intensified; Ron could have sworn he heard a muffled groan attempt to escape from the captivated mouth. He pulled Harry even closer in one final press before slowly pulling away. Harry leaned into Ron slightly, as if their lips were still attached to his by a string.
“Well?” Ron asked.
Harry’s mouth was still agape, his eyes still closed. He was lost in the moment, in that kiss he never dreamt would come.
Arms still wrapped around him, Ron gave Harry a gentle shake, bringing him out of his reverie.
“Well?” he asked again, “Anything...?”
Harry’s eyes darted around as though trying to find something in the room, but he didn’t pull away. His hands rested on Ron’s shoulders. ‘He’s very quiet’ he thought to himself, ‘and he enjoys puzzles’ was definitely not something he could say; Ron was neither the subdued type nor of the intellectual mind. But, by Godric’s good eye could the boy kiss! But... was there anything?
“Nothing,” he admitted, hoping that Ron wouldn’t be upset, “You?”
Ron looked away with a half-pout. Abruptly, he grabbed Harry’s arse, squeezed, then pulled him closer, grinding their crotches together so hard Harry could feel Ron’s flaccid cock. As impressive as it felt even in that limp state, Harry wished he felt something for him.
“Sorry, mate,” Ron resigned.
“Meh. Can’t be helped,” Harry replied with a shrug.
With another quick, chaste kiss on the lips, Ron finally let Harry go and returned to his four-poster, but not before delivering a slightly stinging slap on his arse.
Swinging his backpack over his shoulder, Ron said “Well, good to know, yeah?” and began to head out of the room. He stopped short of the door, his head bowed.
“It would have been easier though,” he said, softly, “when you think about it.”
If the statement required an answer, he didn’t wait for one. Ron was gone, leaving Harry sitting on his bed in a daze.
“Yeah,” Harry said, in barely a whisper, “it would.”
•~fin~•
Author: physixxx
Characters: Harry/Ron
Summary: His best mates' a poof... he's practically lived with him for almost six years, now. Ron can't help but to wonder... and there's only one cure for curiosity.
Warning: Meh... none, really.
Rating: PG-13
Written for: AWDT challenge
Prompt: "He’s very quite and he enjoys puzzles."
Word Count: 649
Beta: None
“Come on, ye li’l shites!” Seamus exclaimed, sticking his head in the room, “Ye’ll be late for Potions! Snape’ll have y’arses in a sling!!”
Neville jumped off his four-poster and scurried to the door, books in tow. He looked over to Ron and Harry, who were still lollygagging; Harry putting books in his book bag and Ron sitting on his bed, lacing his shoes.
“Are you guys coming?” Neville asked, timidly.
“Yeah, we’ll be there. Go on,” Ron answered, glancing to Harry.
Neville left the room, giving one final, excogitative look to Harry.
Ron’s eyes narrowed as he watched Harry stuff the last of his parchments and tomes in his messenger bag. He watched Harry’s shoulders shift and move, his neck twist, and his back arch. He even watched his arse as it stirred in his trousers, far too loose to reveal anything… incriminating - or titillating.
With determination seeping from every pore, Ron stood and walked over to Harry, covering the distance in three grand strides. Grabbing his shoulder, he twirled Harry around to face him.
“Whau--?”
That was all Harry could get out before he found Ron’s mouth on his. His eyes bulged in shock as he let out a muffled cry of protest and tried to wrench himself away, pushing at Ron’s chest. But Ron was far too strong for that.
He reached around Harry, resting a possessive hand on the small of his back and pulling him closer, tighter. His lips parted and his tongue flitted in Harry’s mouth, caressing his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Ron felt Harry’s resolve fade; the tightness slipped out of his body like water between fingers.
Ron soon found hands sliding through his thick mane, tugging at the thicket of hair clinched in Harry’s grip. He felt a caress on his face as Harry’s mouth slowly closed. His head shifted to the other side as he opened his lips again with a loud, wet ‘smack’ing noise.
Harry’s breathing intensified; Ron could have sworn he heard a muffled groan attempt to escape from the captivated mouth. He pulled Harry even closer in one final press before slowly pulling away. Harry leaned into Ron slightly, as if their lips were still attached to his by a string.
“Well?” Ron asked.
Harry’s mouth was still agape, his eyes still closed. He was lost in the moment, in that kiss he never dreamt would come.
Arms still wrapped around him, Ron gave Harry a gentle shake, bringing him out of his reverie.
“Well?” he asked again, “Anything...?”
Harry’s eyes darted around as though trying to find something in the room, but he didn’t pull away. His hands rested on Ron’s shoulders. ‘He’s very quiet’ he thought to himself, ‘and he enjoys puzzles’ was definitely not something he could say; Ron was neither the subdued type nor of the intellectual mind. But, by Godric’s good eye could the boy kiss! But... was there anything?
“Nothing,” he admitted, hoping that Ron wouldn’t be upset, “You?”
Ron looked away with a half-pout. Abruptly, he grabbed Harry’s arse, squeezed, then pulled him closer, grinding their crotches together so hard Harry could feel Ron’s flaccid cock. As impressive as it felt even in that limp state, Harry wished he felt something for him.
“Sorry, mate,” Ron resigned.
“Meh. Can’t be helped,” Harry replied with a shrug.
With another quick, chaste kiss on the lips, Ron finally let Harry go and returned to his four-poster, but not before delivering a slightly stinging slap on his arse.
Swinging his backpack over his shoulder, Ron said “Well, good to know, yeah?” and began to head out of the room. He stopped short of the door, his head bowed.
“It would have been easier though,” he said, softly, “when you think about it.”
If the statement required an answer, he didn’t wait for one. Ron was gone, leaving Harry sitting on his bed in a daze.
“Yeah,” Harry said, in barely a whisper, “it would.”
•~fin~•