Lessons

2 years later

Harry didn’t want to wake him up yet again, so he slithered slowly out from under his arm and tucked his warm pillow against his side. He sat in the window seat and looked up at the stars, dim from the undying lights of London. He’d heard Hermione call it brooding out of his earshot, but he didn’t care. Doesn’t everyone want to be remembered? Wouldn’t it be a stain on their memory if there wasn’t someone to brood? Not that the dreams would allow him to just let it go anyway. He leaned his head against the windowpane and listened to his own breathing and Ron’s across the room.

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He felt himself being lifted and gasped, but the familiar smell and heat of Ron’s chest relaxed him almost immediately. “You’re arm’s practically frozen you silly git. I told you to wake me up when they’re bad.”

“Wasn’t really bad,” he responded sleepily as Ron lowered him back into the warm bed. “Just remembering.” But nonetheless, he clung to Ron’s arm in the darkness, not ready to welcome back his ghosts. The clock read 5:45 and he knew Ron probably wouldn’t fall asleep again either.

Ron had collapsed on his stomach and Harry crawled onto his back straddling his fuzzy thighs and running his hands up and down that broad back. Ron made a deep noise in his throat that rumbled through his body, and Harry kneaded his shoulders, pressed his fingers down the muscles along his spine, and stroked with the heels of his palms into his lower back.

His lips followed his fingers, building up the fire that would burn away any phantoms. He bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows starting to thrust slowly against Ron, knowing that he’d let him top if he asked. Relaxed as he was this was just the mood when Ron would love it. Maybe that would make him feel better, feel grounded.

He hadn’t realized that his thrusts and hands were getting a bit frantic. Ron reached his hand back and caught Harry’s wrist. He tugged on him and turned them both to face each other on their sides, Ron’s leg over his, an arm around his back and noses almost touching. Ron’s eyes seemed to slice through his soul. He wanted to look away, but he just couldn’t. He felt fire racing up his throat, ready to choke him and cause his eyes to water. Then Ron leant forward and pressed their lips together, softly and smoothly, full of truth and understanding.

He melted, just as he always did when Ron kissed him like that. Harry hated being a burden, but he blessed the gods that he didn’t have to always explain, searching for the right words. Ron just seemed to know.

Ron kissed his nose and lifted their still linked hands, his own palm up. With a soft smile Harry did the wandless charm to fill Ron’s palm with lube and slowly slid his leg up between his partner’s, spreading himself.

Ron pressed slick fingers to that lovely entrance and slowly prepared him, kissing, licking, and nipping while his lover moaned. Harry grabbed Ron’s cock when he knew he was ready, and Ron gasped and pulled away.

“Like this,” he whispered, and sitting up against the headboard with pillows behind him he pulled Harry into his lap. He wrapped his arms around him, not breaking their kiss.

Lifting up, Harry breathed deeply and lowered himself onto Ron’s cock. He started a slow rhythm, raising and lowering himself on Ron’s hard shaft. His head fell back and Ron ran his tongue along his collarbone.

Ron clutched Harry’s hips now and sped up his thrusts, trying to change the angle to get deeper. Harry moaned and tilted back saying, “Yes, Ron, now.”

He groaned and pushed Harry onto his back, pulling his knees up and slamming into him hard. With a few thrusts Harry cried out again and Ron kept that angle, plunging into his lover and entwining their hands.

Harry reached for his cock and began stroking it in time with Ron’s thrusts, “Yes, Ron, love you so much.”

“Love you, Harry. Always loved you.”

Harry met Ron’s eyes and came long and hard, his toes curling and his muscles clenching.

“Ugh, Yes!” Ron groaned and emptied himself into his lover.

Harry lowered his legs and snuggled into Ron’s chest, not caring that they were backwards in bed. “Merlin I needed that.”

“Always happy to oblige,” Ron smiled. “You remember when dad gave us that awkward birds-n-bees talk years ago?”

Harry laughed, “Of course I remember, it led to some great practical lessons.”

Ron chuckled. “I was just wondering how different it would have been to get the same talk from Sirius. He’d have probably told us which pick up lines really work and which positions are the most fun and all sorts of things.”

Harry’s eyes sparkled as he thought about what it might have been like, “I don’t know. Remus might have talked him into giving a more traditional lesson, but I would certainly have had some questions for him.”

“Yea, but at least we got the talk from dad and not from Dumbledore or, god forbid, Snape!”

Harry fell into uncontrolled giggles imagining it. Then Ron’s voice boomed from behind him, impersonating Snape’s slow drawl. “If you are every forced to touch another person, be certain all points of contact are covered, preferably in black wool. If accidental contact should occur this potion should be rubbed on immediately to prevent contamination.”

They were both gasping for breath through their laughter. Harry rolled them until he was on top and gazed happily into his lovers face. He ran his thumb across his cheek, “I can’t even explain how much I love you.”

Ron just grinned and kissed his palm. “Thank you, Ron.” Harry sighed as laid his head on his chest.

“My pleasure, love. My pleasure.”