Dancing with Ghosts

[ickleronikins]

Ron wasn't entirely sure how he should take their mum's suggestion that he move in with George and help with the shop.  Sure, it really was a brilliant suggestion, but at the same time, he wasn't sure if she was just sick of having him mope around the Burrow.  He wasn't like Harry, Hermione, even Ginny, with their jobs at the Ministry, and playing

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[ickleronikins]

It seemed strange for a moment, the way that George called it the guest room, but maybe he just didn't want to talk about Fred at the moment, knowing it was a sore spot for the both of them. Ron looks better, but still not exactly good, not like he did before. He's still stronger, broader in the shoulders than the twins, but he's still a bit thinner than he used to be, and it doesn't sit quite right on his body, although it's not as bad as it was right after the War, when he had trouble forcing himself to eat at all. Nowadays he just doesn't have much of an appetite

[weasleykink]

George can't help the little grin that comes over his face when Ron calls him a cheat. He knows Ron can feel it, because all of a sudden he went from just trying to wrestle him down to staring down at him with pupils blown. And Ron's getting hard, too, he can feel it rubbing at his hip. For the moment, he's not really fighting him off, just moving into the way that Ron presses down against him, pinning him down to the sofa beneath him

[ickleronikins]

He can't help the way that he shivers when George declares that he never loses, and it's hot and full of promise and for a fraction of a moment he bites at his lip. This feels good, and Merlin, but he wants more, wants the friction and the heat and all of it. He'd honestly never thought much of sex, it was stumbling and strange and awkward, more than anything. But this wasn't. It was searing and so good, even with their clothes still on.

He catches George's wrists, pinning them easily when George stop resisting quite so hard. His lips quirk as his brother refuses that playful offer that if he just asked nicely he'd let him go. He swallows at the threat that follows, and it prepares him for the way George tries to throw him, and he manages to keep his grasp.

What he doesn't manage to do is keep George from getting wrapped around him, and he gasps, sudden and sharp and wide-eyed like he hadn't quite expected it when George writhes against him. His hips jerking, and he's trying to hold on, but he can't help how his grip starts to

[weasleykink]

He'd never thought of Ron as formidable, but he is now. The lingering remnants of teases from their youth were kept out of sentimentality, because the truth was that Ron wasn't so inept and clumsy and little as he had been even half a dozen years ago. Now he's got him well pinned, and the solidity of his frame, the breadth of his shoulders manage to make George not feel like a giant in comparison

[ickleronikins]

There's a gasp when George suddenly manages to force leverage, using his grip on Ron's body to toss him down on the couch. They're squabbling, Ron desperately trying to regain control, to keep George from flipping him entirely, from gaining the upper hand. But, just when he thinks he just might be able to escape, keep him from entirely pushing him down, push his brother back into the couch, George kisses him and Ron loses. His eyelashes flutter, and it's impossible to keep focused on the struggle, on winning, when George is kissing him

[weasleykink]

George doesn't let him get another kiss just yet. They're both hard, and he knows what he wants but he also knows that Ron's never done this before, that if he had, he'd know about it, considering the fact that not only had he and Fred gotten a surprisingly prompt update that he'd lost his virginity (with Hermione) but before it had happened, he'd not so subtly tried to get tips. George still rather hopes he didn't buy the so called "tips" he and Fred tried to pass off as genuine assistance to Ron, a bunch of truly bad ideas that, if performed, would have left Hermione madder than hell and taking it out on Ron. Judging by the fact that they'd never heard horror stories, he's got to assume that he was smarter than they'd given him credit for at the time

[ickleronikins]

Ron had been smart enough to ignore his brothers' so-called 'advice', but not smart enough to get through losing his virginity unscathed. He'd been so terribly awkward, not known what to do with himself, he'd stumbled, been terrible at it, and eventually managed to thrash and knock his elbow into Hermione's eye. It had just gotten worse from there; so horrific he'd been far too embarrassed to tell his brothers, certain they'd have never let him live it down. And sex had never really felt like this before. Desperate, aching, needy. He needs to touch, to feel, needs George to keep touching him like this

[weasleykink]

Later, when he knows, he won't be able to keep from laughing at him about how he hadn't managed to get through sex without injuring Hermione - unless of course Ron manages to injure him, then maybe it won't be so funny