Snippets of Desire

Early November, 6th year

Ron took a couple more loops of the Quidditch field, winding down after a hard practice. Hard in more ways that one. The rest of the team had hit the showers and Ron needed a few minutes to cool off and let his semi-erection die down. Harry had been a right pest all practice and Ron was both flushed with pleasure at any flirtatious attention he could get from the object of his lust and angry that Harry was acting so blatant in front of everyone.

Harry had pegged him with pebbles, He’d winked and blown kisses, and once, unbelievably, Harry had flown past him and pinched his ass. No one had been around but still! It was…Ron had battled two reactions: pull Harry off his broom and kiss him senseless or pull Harry off his broom and spank him. Either thought brought desire close to the skin and left Ron bright red and unable to move.

They’d decided to keep quiet about what was going on between them. It was new, fragile, and neither was really sure what is was or how it would be received by their friends. There was a frisson of power there that made them both skittish. It was also like painting a neon sign for the Death Eaters that said “vulnerability” with an arrow pointing at Ron.

Keeping it a secret was one of the most difficult things Ron had ever done. He couldn’t tell people to bugger off and let him make out with his boyfriend. Opportunities to meet in secret were few and far between which left Ron (and Harry) one big sexually frustrated ache. They’d decided the dorms at night were too risky. Ron had almost gotten caught wandering naked out of Harry’s bed the one time they had fooled around in Harry’s bed. Ron growled and made a fast dive down and along the ground.

Hermione. Lying to Hermione was the worst. But she would surely change how she acted around them and it would give the game away. Sometimes, Ron could barely meet her eye from the guilt.

Finally, he gave up searching for an elusive peace of minded and headed for the locker room.

He pulled the door open, dropped his stuff on the bench, yanked his clothing off, and headed for the shower. A low tingle across his skin indicated he had crossed the border of a silencing charm and he braced himself for an attack. The shower was still running…Harry was still in the shower. Naked, wet Harry. Ron swallowed convulsively, his cock reacting immediately to the sight. Lean shoulders, muscles playing under golden skin, tapered back leading to round buttocks, muscular legs…all under a steaming spray of water. *Thwap.* Ron’s cock smacked him in the stomach, already leaking in anticipation.

“Took you long enough.” Harry said to the wall.

“Didn’t know you were waiting, mate.” Ron replied, surprised to find his voice working. He blinked and found himself pressing Harry aggressively against the tile wall, pulling his mouth to his for a burning kiss. Harry writhed under the assault and gripped Ron’s ass, drawing him closer. Skin against skin, cock against cock…Ron shuddered his pleasure. Hot water poured over the pair and finally Ron had to pull away so he could breathe.

“You are the thickest man alive.” Harry mumbled, using his grip on Ron’s hips to pull him around. Cool tile pressed against his back, a hot Harry pressed against his front. Fire rolled through his body in waves, each one cresting a little higher. Ron craned his head so he could draw teeth along Harry’s collarbone.

“Was this why you were being a pest today?” Again, Ron was amazed he formed a coherent sentence. Harry shot him a dirty look and wrapped a long-fingered hand around his cock. Ron let out a strangled cry and bucked his hips forward in desire.

“First, I was just trying to get your attention so I could mention my idea.” Harry dropped to his knees and Ron’s legs trembled with need. “Then you ignored me.” The hand not on his cock scratched down one thigh in irritation. “That’s why I was a pest today.” Harry looked up as he spoke, green eyes meeting blue, before he leaded forward and sucked Ron’s length into his mouth. Ron mewled. He didn’t mean to. Honestly. It just came out.

Harry did not take him any deeper, just kept his tongue moving in seductive circles on the sensitive underside and one hand stroking his balls. Water rolled down the back of Harry’s head, onto his shoulders, and Ron arched his shoulders and head back as he tried to keep silent.

“Ron, look at me.” Harry commanded from his knees. Ron’s head snapped back down before his brain had even processed the words. Harry sucked him back into his mouth…and kept going…and…kept…going. Ron knew he was making incoherent noises and could not seem to care. His whole body trembled with need, desire…want.

“Fuck….Merlin….Harry!” The waves of fire spiraled, tightened, burst through him. His vision went momentarily black and he seemed to fall into a roaring darkness that seemed to last forever and end far too quickly. He blinked and saw his cock still buried in Harry’s mouth, his fingers dug brutally into Ron’s hips. Harry was rewriting Ron’s entire understanding of the erotic.

Harry pulled back, letting go of Ron who then slid bonelessly down the wall. Harry slid across the wet floor and tucked himself in next to Ron.

“Did you like it?” Harry asked, voice sounding small.

“Did I…” Ron trailed off, staring at the top of Harry’s head in shock. “That was better than…anything I can think of. Quidditch. Food. Magic. Breathing. Where the hell did you learn to do that?”

“I didn’t…I mean, I’ve never…” Harry twisted around so he could look at Ron. “I needed to taste as much of you as I could.” He sounded desperate and reached out to pull Ron in a fierce kiss. The kiss of a starving man.

Ron twisted, reaching one hand to touch Harry…who had already cum all over his belly. Ron pulled back in surprise. Harry grinned sheepishly and shrugged.

“I was excited.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” Ron let his hand wander up Harry’s chest, stroking him lightly, before draping a possessive arm around Harry.