Summer Ecstasy

***

"So, where are we going again?" Malfoy asked for the fourth time that morning. Harry rolled his eyes, grumbling under his breath. "What was that Potter? You admit you're an annoying git? Well, I'm pleased to hear your acceptance on the matter."

"Oh for Merlin's sake, shut up Malfoy!" Harry cried, lunging for him.

Blaise and Ron ignored the wrestling duo as they continued to walk with Hermione and Theo along the beach. Theo had suggested getting out of the house and going somewhere more public. It would help them not fight so much and maybe help them take time apart from each other, he said. But as four pairs of eyes landed on the scene of Harry and Draco wrestling, they began to doubt that they could ever find any peace.

"Honestly you two," Hermione scolded as she walked past them. "You guys fight like a couple of immature, young siblings."

Ron laughed. "Yeah, and you'd never tell they were related if you go by their flawless blonde and messy black hair." Everyone snickered.

But Harry ignored them and continued his objective in getting as much sand in said blonde hair as possible. Malfoy scowled as he striked Harry in the stomach, who groaned and fell over. Malfoy quickly tried to scramble away, but Harry grabbed his ankle and he fell down again. "Gerroff, Potter! Seriously, my hair is at stake here!"

Harry laughed. "You care too much about your hair, Malfoy, and not enough on your defense!" And he leapt again.

Once more ignoring the two boys behind him, Blaise quickly sided up next to Ron and grinned at him. "Hey Weasley."

Ron blushed, suddenly remembering his talk to Harry from the day before. "H-Hey," he replied back, suddenly nervous.

Blaise's smile grew. He loved making others blush and squirm. It didn't take much to have that affect on Weasley, it seemed. "Take a load of those two, huh?" he said, pointing back at the wrestling duo. Ron let out a nervous laugh, horrified that it sounded more like a strangled bark. He coughed.

"Y-Yeah, those two..." He trailed off, and almost smacked himself in the head. What was he doing? He managed to be perfectly calm before with Zabini. Why was he acting so stupid all of a sudden? "They almost act like some old married couple, huh? All of that bickering..." He laughed. "Gets kinda old after awhile though."

Blaise nodded, agreeing. "Yeah, but can you imagine that? Draco and Potter, years from now, old and married and bickering."

Ron paused, scrunching up his nose a bit at the thought. Blaise saw him, and rolled his eyes. "What, are you still a homophobe? Even after that little kiss with Potter?"

Ron blushed. "What? No. I mean, the kiss wasn't all that. Harry's my best friend. That's all. But..." he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry about what I said about gays and all. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry if I offended you or Malfoy."

Blaise looked at him, surprised. "Oh, really now. Is the great Weasley King apologizing to two Slytherins? If Malfoy wasn't so busy, I'd say he'd faint from shock."

If it was even possible, Ron blushed more. "Shut up, Zabini. I could take that apology back, you know."

Blaise chuckled. "No need, Ron."

Ron froze. "Did...Did you just call me by my name?"

A dark eyebrow rose. "Well, it's your name, isn't it? Do you have a problem with me calling you that?"

"N-No, it's just...it's the first time I've heard it come from you." And I really liked it, he decided not to add. Blaise smiled.

"Yeah, well, it won't be the last time." Ron sighed inwardly, grateful. But then he remembered something.

"Zabini? Are you with Malfoy?"

Blaise looked at him. "No. Not anymore. We used to be together at Hogwarts, but not since then. I don't even think Drake has been with anybody since." The conversation continued like that for awhile, and Ron grew more comfortable. He seemed to like Blaise more, especially when he wasn't acting like a total git.

Maybe there was a chance for him after all.

Meanwhile...

"That's it, Potter. One more push and I call off our agreement, and then I'll show you what a real punch is like."

Harry rolled his eyes, chuckling, but quickly stood up, brushing sand off from his hair. "Yeah, fine, whatever. You're such a prissy, Malfoy."

Said prissy boy glared at him. "I am not. Take that back."

"Sure, sure. As soon as you stop calling me Golden Boy."

"Fine. Then from now on, you're name is Bronze. Fits you better anyways."

Harry tackled him again.

"Oh stop it already, you two!" Hermione yelled from a few feet away. "We're here, so stop acting like children and grow up."

Draco looked up when Granger said 'we're here.' He had honestly wondered where they were going. The other times when his friends had told him of their destination, Draco had blocked out their voices. But it hadn't been his fault. It was Potter's...arse. The blonde felt a thrill go up his spine as he recalled how tight those green trunks had fit those delicious looking globes.

The same delicious looking globes that were currently staring at him right in the face right about now.

Oh sweet temptation...

"Malfoy, stop checking out my arse and get up already. Everyone's going on without us," Harry said, hovering above him, an eyebrow perked up. Malfoy felt himself blush, but hid it quickly as he straightened up.

"Yeah right, Potter," he retorted, snorting. "As if I would waste time looking at something so hideous."

Harry stared as Malfoy walked away, in disbelief. Well, he thought with a huff. There was no need to be rude. Although, he couldn't become too mad at Malfoy. Not when his own arse was winking at him from beneath his black trunks.

Harry shifted his shorts a bit as he walked, smiling.

***

They had arrived at a beach. A very public, Muggle beach, Draco thought to himself as he looked around. But not too crowded. Tanned bodies surrounded him everywhere, and Draco was not self conscious one bit as he displayed himself along with them.

A sexy, suntanned blonde with very impressing biceps strolled next to him, winking devilishly as he passed. Draco grinned. Oh, he was liking this place alright.

The group, after a bit of searching, found one isolated spot near the waves. Draco laid out a soft blanket that he could suntan on while Ron and Blaise took off to find some ice cream and maybe some drinks. Theo and Hermione found a Frisbee to throw to each other, and Harry joined them.

Draco sighed as he lay down, the warm sunlight kissing his baby soft skin. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Harry move while he caught and threw the Frisbee. Draco wasn't really sure what the point of their game was, but he decided to be nice and stay quiet. After about a little over an hour of just relaxing and having fun a soft thud sounded beside him, and he opened a lazy eye to see the Frisbee disk sitting on the sand next to his head.

"Hey Malfoy, toss it back!" Harry cried from where he stood with Theo and Hermione in the water. Draco grunted, but made no movement towards the Frisbee. Why should he? His reason for going on this trip was to relax (sort of), not to play with flying red disks. Besides, Potter was going to come over and get it anyway.

Sure enough, he opened his eyes again when he felt a shadow fall over him. He looked up into an emerald gaze. "You're such an arse, Malfoy," Harry sighed as he bent to pick up the Frisbee. Malfoy was about to retort with something white suddenly slammed into Harry's back. The Gryffindor almost yelped in shock, but when he turned around to face the offender, he saw a white ball instead.

"Hey!" a girly voice sounded behind them, and Draco and Harry turned to see a red head girl approaching, her long hair sweeping in the air behind her. A bright smile lit her face when she saw Harry, and she began swaying her hips as she came closer to them. Draco almost growled. "Sorry about that," she said with her American accent, out of breath from her run toward them. She smiled. "We were just playing Volleyball, and I guess my friend hit the ball a bit too hard. I'm sorry if I accidentally hit you or your friend here." She glanced down at Draco, winking at him. Her grin grew as her beady, brown eyes swept over his naked torso.

Normally Draco would have felt flattered that someone's eyes were appraising him, but something green and angry in his gut roared in protest. This girl just wanted his Harry! His thoughts screamed.

But Harry, being the oblivious Gryffindor he was, sheepishly grinned, bending to get the Volleyball behind him. He handed it to her. "It was alright," he reassured her. "It didn't hurt too hard, at least."

She laughed. "Oh, well alright then. My name's Janet, by the way," she said, sticking out her hand.

"Harry, nice to meet you." He shook hands with her, and Draco quickly noticed how Janet's hand seemed to hold just a bit too long on his.

Janet grinned her flirtatious grin again when they pulled away. "So Harry, would you like to play with us?"

Harry's grin faltered a bit and his eyes furrowed. "Oh, erm..."

"Have you played Volleyball before?" Janet asked him.

He shrugged. "A bit, I guess. When I was younger."

"Great!" Janet's grin widened. "Come play with us. Your friend is welcome too," she added, glancing down at Draco.

Draco glared at her. "No, thank you."

But Janet's eyes gleamed with interest. "Oh! You're British, aren't you? I didn't really notice your accent, Harry. But your friend's here is really nice. I've never been to Europe before." Her eyes twinkled. "But I really should, especially if there are lots more hot guys like you there, Harry."

Harry blushed and ducked his head. "Oh...well, I guess..."

"You should play with us," she continued, and then pointed over to a group of teenagers standing around a Volleyball net. "My friends and I are playing over there. Just join us if you want to play." With one last wink, Janet hurried off.

Draco watched her go before turning his head to glare at Harry. "You're not really going to go play with them, are you Potter?" Harry shrugged. "That girl was practically fawning all over you!"

Harry's eyebrows rose. "She was? Oh, I didn't really notice."

Draco's eyes rolled. Of course not, he thought to himself. Then he noticed that Hermione and the rest of the group was walking toward them. "Who was that girl, Harry?" Ron asked, carrying an ice cream cone while he licked at it. Blaise was staring at him intently, but the red head didn't seem to notice.

"Her name was Janet," Harry answered them, staring off into the direction of the teenagers playing volleyball. "She wanted me to play Volleyball with them."

"Ooh!" Hermione beamed. "I want to play Volleyball. Let's play, Harry!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the group of teenagers. The rest of them followed and Draco growled, having no choice but to join them.

"What is this game?" he growled out. Hermione looked at him.

"Oh right, only me and Harry know how to play this. It's a Muggle game called Volleyball. Just watch us and you'll see."

They approached the Americans, who quickly looked up when they saw them. Janet beamed and hurried over to introduce her friends. "Hi Harry, these are my friends, Alex, Jay, John, Kayla, Nicki and Sara. Guys, this is the boy who saved our ball," she said, giggling.

Harry smiled and introduced his friends too. "We were wondering if you could use two extra players," he said, motioning to himself and Hermione.

"'Course not," Janet replied, and pulled them both over to her side. It was four against five. Janet looked over at Harry. "Do you know how to serve?" Harry nodded. "Okay, let's start."

Draco watched as Harry walked over to a far corner away from the players, holding the white ball in his hand. He waited a few minutes before suddenly throwing the white ball in the air. His right hand swung, and SMACK! The ball went flying over the net, where one of the boys on that team quickly dived and hit it back over. They went back and forth several times, Harry being the server every few minutes when the white ball would hit the ground.

But Draco didn't keep up with score, part of the reason being because he had no idea how to keep score. The other reason was because of Harry. His tanned, very, VERY powerfully built body seemed to ooze with sexiness with every glistening sweat drop that trickled down his skin. Draco almost wanted to be one particular sweat drop that had managed to seep past the waistband of Harry's trunks near his pelvis. He groaned inwardly, having to shift his trunks a bit as he watched. His breathing grew labored the more he watched Harry's muscles shift in very compromising positions as he jumped up to hit the ball.

Thank Merlin that Harry had joined Quidditch, was one of Draco's passing thoughts as he eyes seemed to glue to Harry's gorgeous body.

And then Theo had to ruin it all.

As Harry and Hermione's team whooped another victory for their team, one of the American guys had grown bold and grabbed Hermione in a tight hug. While the hug was innocent enough (cough), Theo had noticed that the boy's hands had strayed just a bit too far and was now grabbing Hermione's curved arse.

Theo growled. "Alright! Game's finished!" He stalked forward and grabbed a shocked Hermione to pull her away from the boy's grasp. Theo glared at him, his eyes growing dark with untamed anger. The teenager nearly pissed his shorts.

Theo and Hermione walked away from them and passed Ron, Blaise and Draco. "We're leaving," was all Theo announced before he began packing up their stuff. While Draco had no problem with that idea, since he had noticed that Harry had gotten a few suggesting looks from the girls as well (along with a few guys), he was still upset that he couldn't watch more of Harry play. He glanced behind him to see Harry giving Janet one last shy grin before leaving her and hurrying towards Draco.

The brunette grinned at him. "Hey," he said, swiping a hand through his sweat soaked locks as they followed the group. Draco gulped, loving the way Harry's hair plastered against his skin like that. "Ready to get back?" he asked. Not trusting his voice, Draco merely nodded. Harry looked at him curiously for a minute before shrugging in dismissal and looking away.

The group soon left the beach after that, with Theo holding Hermione rather protectively against him, who didn't seem to mind at all. Beside them was Blaise, who was walking rather close to Ron, Draco noticed. But Ron was either oblivious or encouraging it, because he made no move to get away whatsoever. In fact, Draco would have bet the entire vault of his inheritance that the Weasel was actually moving closer.

Draco sighed. It seemed as if everyone but he and Harry were already matched together, and knew it. He stole a glance at Harry. All day he had been watching him, which hadn't been any different than any other day at Hogwarts. Draco could admit that he had found Potter a little attractive when they had gone to school, but not too much for it to develop into some kind of school girl crush. No, it hadn't been like that at all.

But now it was. He could admit that Harry had grown into a very find specimen in the last year. He had always suggested for Harry to get rid of those glasses, and now that he had, his piercing green eyes made him look more hotter than ever.

Draco frowned. Was he feeling something for Potter? he wondered. He could admit that Potter was very attractive, if not downright unbelievably sexy. But could that develop into something more? And if it could, did he want that? Did he want to fall for him? He looked at Potter again as they approached closer to their summer home.

Yes. Yes, he believed he could. He didn't know what he felt for the green eyed Golden Boy, but whatever it was must have meant something. And Draco was foolish if he ever decided to pass that up.

***

The door closed softly and the loud laughter and rapid music from outside the room died down, bathing two figures in a dim light. A gruff voice breathed hard in the silence. "I found him," the deep, harsh voice said. The other figure in the room turned, his blue eyes shimmering in the dull light.

He smirked. "Good."

***

"Hey guys," Ron said, standing up from the leather couch. All eyes in the living room looked at him. "I'm getting a little tired. I think I'm going to head up and go to bed now."

Harry grinned from where he sat on the sofa next to Malfoy. "Okay, mate. Goodnight." A loud chorus of goodnight soon followed, and Ron retreated upstairs.

He yawned as he began to head down the hallway, passing Malfoy's room. Then Blaise's. He was close to his bedroom with Harry when he felt something move behind him. He froze, his hand hovering near his door knob. With a soft gulp, he turned around to see who was following him.

A hand shot from behind his head and covered his mouth, muffling his scream. "Shhh," the person behind him said softly. Ron's eyes widened, knowing that voice and puzzled to why he would be sneaking up on Ron like that.

His thoughts came to a halt when he was suddenly being dragged from his room and towards another farther down the hallway. Ron struggled, not really putting up a fight, but still feeling as if needed to. The door to the room closed and Ron felt himself being pushed up against the wall. The person let him go and stepped back, grinning at the flushed red head in front of him.

Ron panted, from both initial shock and from his little struggle. "Blaise? What on earth are you doing?"

The Slytherin shrugged, his leer never disappearing. "Do you remember what I promised you?"

A heavy blush formed Ron's cheeks. "Yes." It was barely a whisper.

"And do you trust in me to fulfill that promise?"

Hesitation. Then...

"Yes."

Blaise grinned and, never taking his eyes away from Ron's, held up a hand against his face to stroke against his soft cheek. He bent over and leaned into his ear, kissing the earlobe softly before taking the soft piece of flesh into his mouth. Ron moaned. Blaise smiled. "I told you how I felt about you Ron," he whispered, his voice husky with feral desire. He flicked his tongue against the soft lobe. "I wasn't lying when I said that you're one gorgeous bloke."

He trailed his lips against Ron's cheekbone, kissing the skin and sucking at a few spots before resting his lips at a corner near Ron's. He breathed deeply. "Merlin, when I saw you wearing those fucking sexy shorts of yours, Ron..." He paused to run his tongue downwards to thrust it against a spot on Ron's neck. Ron jumped, moaning loudly. Blaise chuckled. "Merlin, I almost jumped you right then and there." He paused to kiss Ron's chin. "I've never been harder for anyone in my life," he whispered. As if to prove a point, he thrusted his hips against Ron's, both boys moaning at the contact.

Blaise pulled his lips away for a moment, breathing harshly as he tried to remain in control. He took a deep breath before licking the skin along Ron's jawbone. "I promised that I'd make you feel beautiful, Ron," he started, thrusting his hips again. "And I intend to do so tonight." His hands roamed toward Ron's sides, teasing the pieces of skin that was revealed underneath the hem of his shirt. As his hands were busy driving Ron crazy, he moved his lips to behind his ear against a hollow spot. He sucked the skin lightly, nipping at it and then running his tongue softly to soothe the sting. Ron groaned again.

"Blaise...s-silencing ch-charm..." he panted, finally finding his voice. He wrapped his arms around Blaise's neck, pulling him closer and thrusting his hard cock against his. Ron opened his eyes, meeting chocolate as they bore into his. "Blaise..." he whispered against the boy's lips. Dizzy with flushed cheeks, Ron suddenly grinned. He licked his lips, watching in satisfaction as Blaise's gaze locked into his lips. He leaned in, whispering softly into Blaise's ear, the air tickling his skin. "Kiss me."

And so the brunette did. It was a soft kiss; a chaste one. Still, it was good. Very good. But soon the kiss had grown wild. Lips parted and tongues began to battle. Ron groaned into Blaise's mouth, and the other boy swallowed it. Blaise wanted to satisfy the red head the best way he could. He couldn't understand his feelings for the boy, but ever since he saw Ron kiss Harry behind the rocks, that's all he could think of. He wanted nothing more than to make Ron his. He had to. If he didn't, Blaise didn't think he'd be able to contain himself any longer.

"Ron," he groaned deeply as Ron began to suck on Blaise's neck, which seemed to be his weak spot. He moaned, pulling the boy's head closer as Ron's sucking grew stronger, and thrust his hips wildly into his. He could feel the boy's tongue swirling against his skin and the blood rush to the surface. There was going to be a huge hickey on his neck the next day and Blaise vaguely wondered what Draco would think.

One hard jab from Ron's cock made every thought of Draco and any other person fly right out of his thoughts.

After awhile of letting Ron suck his neck, Blaise decided to take a bit of control. He pulled away from Ron, pleased to hear the boy whimper from the loss, and began backing up towards his bed. It was a four poster, just like Ron's, but the sheets were navy blue with light blue hangings. Blaise pushed gently at Ron's shoulders and the boy fell in the middle of the sheets.

Blaise nearly came at the sight. "I knew you'd look perfect on those sheets," he gasped, touching his cock lightly against the material of his jeans.

Panting, Ron tilted his head, curious. "Why?" he breathed. Blaise grinned.

"Your eyes," was all he said. And then he pounced.

Clothes were soon removed and a silencing spell, as well as a locking spell on the door, was placed. Ron and Blaise both groaned as their naked cocks touched each others for the first time, and they grinded against one another in a heated fashion.

Ron moaned, writhing underneath him such intense pleasure as wet flesh slapped against wet flesh. "Blaise..." he moaned, shoving his hips harder and harder into Blaise's. "Oh Merlin...oh...so good..." The man above him groaned, his arse muscles clenching with every thrust. The bed slightly creaked at such force and the head board thumped hard against the wall.

"Ron..." Blaise moaned, taking in the sight of the light skinned boy and his hairless chest. The boy was beautiful, with his flushed red cheeks and messy fiery colored hair. The boy was lean and skinny, with just enough muscle from Quidditch to make him look frail but still manly. Moaning as he watched Ron thrash his head from side to side with pleasure made his cock began to burn and he regretfully had to slow down. He didn't want to come to early. He at least wanted a chance to be inside the beautiful boy first. "Ron, what do you want?" he asked, desperately wanting to hear the words come from his mouth.

Ron moaned, thrusting his hips faster even though there was no contact from Blaise. He practically was humping the air as he spoke. "I...I w-want you, Blaise. I want... Uhh!"

Blaise moaned, closing his eyes for a moment as their cocks brushed against each others. "What do you...uhhh...want me...to do, Ron...?" he panted.

"I... oh fuck...I..." Ron forced himself to open his eyes, his shimmering dark blue eyes almost too intense for Blaise as he spoke. Blaise bit his lip from the blazing look. "I...I want you to fuck me, Blaise," he gasped, rolling his hips into the hard flesh above him. "Fuck me good...uhh!" Another hard jab. "Blaise... fuck me."

Blaise nearly cried with bliss.

That's all he wanted to hear. He grabbed his wand, muttered a quick lubricating spell and began to thrust his fingers inside the wanting body beneath him. He didn't bother wooing the boy or making sweet love to him like he wanted to. Oh no. They were far beyond that already. Perhaps at a later time when their cocks weren't so fucking hard as rock.

Ron's eyes flew open as an index finger was pushed into him. "Oh fuck!" he screamed, thrashing under the pressure. Blaise moaned, pumping his finger harder.

"Oh yes, baby... Oh yeah....fuck, take it like that..." He moaned as he inserted another finger. Ron moaned along with him.

"More, Blaise! Merlin, I need you!"

Blaise began to scissor his fingers once he got three inside. A short time later, thinking Ron was fully stretched, he wasted absolutely no time in oiling his cock up. He was so hard and aching to cum that even his own touch made him shivering with need.

He lined himself up with Ron's waiting hole, met the blue eyes that told him that he was ready, and thrust into the tight, wet heat. There was a pain. Of course there was. But pleasure quickly overpowered it, and Ron felt nothing but pure bliss. "Oh fuck yes!" Ron screamed, quickly pushing back against Blaise's cock. Merlin, he had never felt so full.

"Fuck Ron...so...uhh! Tight!" He didn't bother waiting for Ron to adjust, since the wanton boy was already thrusting back against him with fervor. He quickly fixed his legs into a comfortable position, and then pounded away.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Ron whined as the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin filled the room. Blaise groaned with each thrust, pounding harder and harder into the boy below him. His hands clenched tight onto Ron's hips, the boy's legs wrapped around his torso so that his ankles were right behind his neck. He pulled his legs closer to him so that Blaise's chest was rubbing against his, their beaded nipples practically kissing. Sweat dripped off his skin and landed on Ron's weeping cock, the glistening head pouring onto the bed sheets.

Ron moaned loudly. "Faster Blaise! Harder! Oh Merlin...oh yes...Fuck!" He screamed as Blaise shifted a bit and hit the perfect spot inside him. "Right there! Yes!" Blaise smirked.

Oh, sweet, lovely prostate.

After what felt like a few seconds, Ron began to feel the hot fire in his stomach pulse deeper towards his groin.

"Oh Merlin, Blaise...I'm...I'm....!" he tried to say. Blaise's loud pants joined his. He knew Ron was close. So was he.

"Cum, Ron!" he yelled, his deep voice echoing off the walls. "Oh fuck yes! Cum!" He pounded harder into the boy, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise, which they mostly likely would.

Ron squeezed his eyes shut, and with one last thrust from Blaise, began to shoot off like a rocket.

Blaise couldn't believe Ron could get any tighter before, but as his arse muscles clenched hard, Blaise lost control and after a few seconds came with him. Both boys moaned loudly as they rocked against each other, their movements uncontrolled and wild.

Ron collapsed, Blaise soon following after. They panted deeply for a few seconds, both breathing in the heavy musk of each others' scent. But soon their cum grew cold and Ron was reminded by the sounds outside the room that they weren't alone. Harry would be going to bed soon, and he did not want his friend, nor Malfoy, to find out that he had been in Blaise's bed for the last hour.

He groaned, sitting up and facing Blaise, who had slipped off and lay on the bed. His eyes were open as he faced Ron, but his breathing was labored. Ron grinned at him, giving him a soft peck on the cheek before grabbing his wand and doing a cleaning charm on both of them. Then he stood up and began to redress, wincing at a bit of pain in his sore arse. Blaise watched him, smiling softly. He was surprised to feel sad to see Ron go, but he knew he couldn't stop it. He couldn't risk Draco knowing, at least not now, that he had just had sex with the Gryffindor. A gorgeous, wonderful Gryffindor.

Once Ron was dressed, he turned and gave Blaise a small smile. "See you later?" he said, the hope radiating from his voice.

Blaise nodded, grinning. "Yeah. Definitely." Ron grinned too, and slipped out of the room.

That's when Blaise began to frown and his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the ceiling. He closed his eyes as he pondered.

Shit, he thought. I've got it bad.

***

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