Better Than Flying - 1/1 - Adult - Harry/Ron
Title: Better Than Flying (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Ron is too shocked by Harry’s boldness to squirm away or punch him or whatever. Harry/Ron.
Word Count: 947.
Hermione glares at them both and it isn’t a glare that can be easily laughed off. “If you two are going to insist on arguing, take it outside,” she snaps.
It is dark outside, nearly midnight, but Ron scowls at her before stomping out into the Burrow’s garden. Harry stares at him in disbelief, wondering how Ron can walk away so easily. He isn’t even sure what their fight is about, or even how it had started. Harry’s seeing red right now, though, and all he cares about is that he’s extremely pissed off with Ron and that the feeling’s mutual.
He follows him into the garden, hearing Hermione shut the door firmly behind them. “Ron!”
“What?” Ron asks, voice growling as he spins round to look at Harry.
“What are you doing?”
Ron heads over to the broom shed. “Getting my broom. Going flying. What does it fucking look like?” Flying seems to feel like a good way to clear his head.
Harry grabs his wrist, stopping him just as he is about to open the shed door. “What’s going on with us?”
Sighing, Ron leans against the shed wall, giving Harry a dark look. “In case you haven’t noticed, Ginny’s been miserable since you dumped her. And you may be my best mate, but she was my sister first.” He shakes his head. “Just for once, I wish you’d think with your prick instead of your head.”
Harry scowls. “And I think Hermione wishes the same thing about you,” he shoots back as he tries desperately not to regret the choice he made about Ginny. That was nearly three weeks ago and he wants to put it behind him.
“Don’t you bring Hermione into this!” Ron’s glad that it’s dark, because he can feel his ears turn red in embarrassment and anger at the mention of Hermione.
“Why not? You brought Ginny into this.” Harry takes a step forward, looking up at Ron with a hard expression. As tall as Harry grows, Ron is always taller, but that doesn’t seem to stop Harry from presenting an imposing demeanour. “Then again,” he says in a dangerously low voice, “you have been thinking with your prick this year. It’s just been a bit occupied with Lavender.”
His hand clasps around Ron’s cock through his jeans. “Maybe if you point it into Hermione’s direction it’ll get a clue.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Ron tells him, sounding slightly breathless, too shocked by Harry’s boldness to squirm away or punch him or whatever. “You don’t know anything.” Hating to be outdone by anyone, Ron grabs Harry in the same manner, glaring at him. Harry groans involuntarily, feeling his cock start to react to Ron’s touch. Ron sniggers slightly as he feels Harry grow hard in his hand, but his snigger stops abruptly when Harry yanks on the fly of Ron’s jean, shoving his hand inside.
He pushes Ron up against the wall of the shed, rocking his hips and too caught up in the feeling of someone else’s hand on his cock to care that this is Ron and that they Shouldn’t Be Doing This.
Ginny has touched him like this once, but he embarrassed himself almost at once, coming over her hand almost as soon as she touched him. She had been understanding, but he doesn’t want to make that mistake again, he decides as Ron squeezes his cock, making Harry groan. He’s never thought about being with another bloke like this, so he’s surprised at how good it feels. Ron’s hand is bigger than Ginny’s and it just seems to fit better.
Ron grunts as Harry’s hand slips under his boxers, his jeans falling down around his knees. Skin on skin feels better and Hermione Granger is the last person on Ron’s mind. He thrusts his hips towards Harry and grinds out, “Harder,” because harder feels better and it already feels fucking fantastic.
When Harry looks up at Ron, there’s this spark of something, something that’s almost anger and, at the same time, definitely isn’t. Ron lowers his head, kissing Harry roughly, a messy kiss that has Harry briefly wondering if Lavender has taught Ron anything this past year. He can’t think about anything too long, though, because Ron’s tongue probes at his mouth as his hand does something that has Harry groaning against his lips.
He whimpers as Ron removes his hands, his fingers curling into Harry’s hair. Ron’s tongue plunders his mouth, exploring it thoroughly in a way that is completely and utterly Ron. Harry shifts slightly, grinding himself against Ron’s hip and knowing that he has to get off someway, somehow. They’ve started this, so they’re going to finish it.
Ron makes a noise that Harry is sure he has heard in the middle of the night before, coming over Harry’s hand, hot and sticky and dripping onto Harry’s shoes. He doesn’t stop kissing Harry, though, his fingers tensing in Harry’s hair.
Harry rubs himself against Ron, his cock finding the perfect bit of friction and, when he comes, it’s better than flying. Ron’s mouth swallows his strangled groan and they slump back against the wall of the shed.
Ron laughs weakly and says, “Fuck.”
Closing his eyes, Harry nods. “That’s what I was thinking.” He’s not sure what that was, whether that was sex or what, but he knows that it feels good and he doesn’t feel like fighting with Ron anymore. “What were we arguing about?”
“Buggered if I know,” Ron admits and then blushes fiercely. “I mean…”
“I know what you mean,” Harry says quietly. “Still think I use my head too much?”
Ron grins. “Nah. I think you proved me wrong.”
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Ron is too shocked by Harry’s boldness to squirm away or punch him or whatever. Harry/Ron.
Word Count: 947.
Hermione glares at them both and it isn’t a glare that can be easily laughed off. “If you two are going to insist on arguing, take it outside,” she snaps.
It is dark outside, nearly midnight, but Ron scowls at her before stomping out into the Burrow’s garden. Harry stares at him in disbelief, wondering how Ron can walk away so easily. He isn’t even sure what their fight is about, or even how it had started. Harry’s seeing red right now, though, and all he cares about is that he’s extremely pissed off with Ron and that the feeling’s mutual.
He follows him into the garden, hearing Hermione shut the door firmly behind them. “Ron!”
“What?” Ron asks, voice growling as he spins round to look at Harry.
“What are you doing?”
Ron heads over to the broom shed. “Getting my broom. Going flying. What does it fucking look like?” Flying seems to feel like a good way to clear his head.
Harry grabs his wrist, stopping him just as he is about to open the shed door. “What’s going on with us?”
Sighing, Ron leans against the shed wall, giving Harry a dark look. “In case you haven’t noticed, Ginny’s been miserable since you dumped her. And you may be my best mate, but she was my sister first.” He shakes his head. “Just for once, I wish you’d think with your prick instead of your head.”
Harry scowls. “And I think Hermione wishes the same thing about you,” he shoots back as he tries desperately not to regret the choice he made about Ginny. That was nearly three weeks ago and he wants to put it behind him.
“Don’t you bring Hermione into this!” Ron’s glad that it’s dark, because he can feel his ears turn red in embarrassment and anger at the mention of Hermione.
“Why not? You brought Ginny into this.” Harry takes a step forward, looking up at Ron with a hard expression. As tall as Harry grows, Ron is always taller, but that doesn’t seem to stop Harry from presenting an imposing demeanour. “Then again,” he says in a dangerously low voice, “you have been thinking with your prick this year. It’s just been a bit occupied with Lavender.”
His hand clasps around Ron’s cock through his jeans. “Maybe if you point it into Hermione’s direction it’ll get a clue.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Ron tells him, sounding slightly breathless, too shocked by Harry’s boldness to squirm away or punch him or whatever. “You don’t know anything.” Hating to be outdone by anyone, Ron grabs Harry in the same manner, glaring at him. Harry groans involuntarily, feeling his cock start to react to Ron’s touch. Ron sniggers slightly as he feels Harry grow hard in his hand, but his snigger stops abruptly when Harry yanks on the fly of Ron’s jean, shoving his hand inside.
He pushes Ron up against the wall of the shed, rocking his hips and too caught up in the feeling of someone else’s hand on his cock to care that this is Ron and that they Shouldn’t Be Doing This.
Ginny has touched him like this once, but he embarrassed himself almost at once, coming over her hand almost as soon as she touched him. She had been understanding, but he doesn’t want to make that mistake again, he decides as Ron squeezes his cock, making Harry groan. He’s never thought about being with another bloke like this, so he’s surprised at how good it feels. Ron’s hand is bigger than Ginny’s and it just seems to fit better.
Ron grunts as Harry’s hand slips under his boxers, his jeans falling down around his knees. Skin on skin feels better and Hermione Granger is the last person on Ron’s mind. He thrusts his hips towards Harry and grinds out, “Harder,” because harder feels better and it already feels fucking fantastic.
When Harry looks up at Ron, there’s this spark of something, something that’s almost anger and, at the same time, definitely isn’t. Ron lowers his head, kissing Harry roughly, a messy kiss that has Harry briefly wondering if Lavender has taught Ron anything this past year. He can’t think about anything too long, though, because Ron’s tongue probes at his mouth as his hand does something that has Harry groaning against his lips.
He whimpers as Ron removes his hands, his fingers curling into Harry’s hair. Ron’s tongue plunders his mouth, exploring it thoroughly in a way that is completely and utterly Ron. Harry shifts slightly, grinding himself against Ron’s hip and knowing that he has to get off someway, somehow. They’ve started this, so they’re going to finish it.
Ron makes a noise that Harry is sure he has heard in the middle of the night before, coming over Harry’s hand, hot and sticky and dripping onto Harry’s shoes. He doesn’t stop kissing Harry, though, his fingers tensing in Harry’s hair.
Harry rubs himself against Ron, his cock finding the perfect bit of friction and, when he comes, it’s better than flying. Ron’s mouth swallows his strangled groan and they slump back against the wall of the shed.
Ron laughs weakly and says, “Fuck.”
Closing his eyes, Harry nods. “That’s what I was thinking.” He’s not sure what that was, whether that was sex or what, but he knows that it feels good and he doesn’t feel like fighting with Ron anymore. “What were we arguing about?”
“Buggered if I know,” Ron admits and then blushes fiercely. “I mean…”
“I know what you mean,” Harry says quietly. “Still think I use my head too much?”
Ron grins. “Nah. I think you proved me wrong.”