Together at Last

As Harry drifted back into consciousness he became aware of several things at once: strong arms held him tightly; he felt very safe, and loved; a very large erect penis was pressed against his back. He reacted to the last first, slowly pressing back and moving his hips. When he heard a low moan he remembered who the arms holding him, and therefore the erection, belonged too. Ron. Before he could roll away in embarrassment the arms tightened around him. “Finally awake?” Ron kissed the top of his head.
“Ron, mate, I’m sorry, I wasn’t totally awake and…”
“Harry, shut up.” Ron once again easily moved them both around until they lay face to face on the same pillow. “Feeling better?”
Harry looked into Ron’s concerned eyes. “Yes. Much.” Ron ran a hand lightly through Harry’s hair. “I do have a couple questions,” Harry said. Ron just continued to look into his eyes. “Well, when did you get comfortable enough to lay in bed with your gay best friend naked and hard. I don’t think I ever saw you naked for more than two seconds all the years I knew you.”
Ron chuckled softly. “I grew more comfortable with my body. Hermione helped a lot with that. Growing up, I was always very embarrassed about the size of my dick. And I was always so skinny I thought it looked weird. You can imagine the grief Fred and George gave me about it when they saw me naked once.”
Harry stared at Ron in amazement. “You’re telling me you were ashamed of how BIG your dick was? Mate, if it looks as big as it felt, most guys would give their wand arm for a cock like yours.”
“Want to see?” And before Harry could answer, Ron moved back from him and flipped the covers down to their knees.
When the cool air hit his body, Harry realized for the first time that he too was hard as a rock. He looked down. “Whoa. And I thought Oliver’s was the biggest one I’d ever see. Ron, that’s huge.”
Ron wrapped a hand around his cock, leaving plenty of it uncovered. “I know. That’s why I was so uncomfortable with it in school. I’d see you and Seamus and Neville and Dean and you all looked so normal. Of course, it also looks like you’ve grown a bit since seventeen.” Ron released his own hard on and grabbed Harry’s. “No one could call you small.”
Harry jumped and blushed bright red even as his cock twitched in Ron’s warm grip. “Um, you are my straight, married best friend Ron, right?”
Ron gave Harry his big dopey grin. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” He released Harry’s cock but left them both exposed as he moved closer to Harry.
Harry’s breath caught in his throat when their erections rubbed together. “Not so much uncomfortable as confused.” He softly touched his fingers to Ron’s cheek. He hesitated to continue before deciding there would never be a more appropriate time to tell Ron what he felt. “I always wondered what it would be like to be with you like this.” He let his hand trail down to Ron’s shoulder; Ron’s hand lay warmly on Harry’s hip. “I love you, Ron. And while most of the time that is the love of a brother, there were times when it would shift into something, well, hotter.” He hid his blushing face against Ron’s chest.
“Yeah, that’s what Hermione said too.” Ron moved them again, this time laying flat on his back with Harry on top of him. He reached between them to comfortably arrange their erections then wrapped his arms around his justifiably confused best friend. “Well, mate, when Kreacher popped into our kitchen telling us to come with him I was frantic. I grabbed Hermione and told her we had to run and she didn’t move. I said, ‘get a move on’ and she said, ‘Ron, you need to do this alone.’ I just stared at her and she gave that exasperated sigh she uses when she thinks I am being especially thick.”
“I know the one. I used to get it a lot too.” Harry smiled against Ron’s chest at the memory of the sound and the look on her face that went with that sigh.
“Yeah, so she said to me, ‘Ron he needs someone he loves, someone to comfort him emotionally and physically.’ So I said she was right and maybe we should call Oliver. She did her sigh again. ‘Ron,’ she says, ‘he needs you, maybe even more than you need him.’ She was so damned worried about you and anxious that I get it that she didn’t even look smug when I said she was right. That I was stupid not to see it.” Ron kept one hand between Harry’s shoulder blades and let the other trail down to Harry’s firm ass. “I said, ‘you know I think you may be right.’ And she said, ‘I know I am. When he thought no one would notice he would look at you like I still do.’ Then she took my hand and said, ‘When you get there remember, he doesn’t need a brother right now. He needs the boy that wanted to keep him close and protect him from everything.’ She has a way of seeing things, Hermione does.”
Harry could see the scene in his mind: Hermione so steady and sure of what she was saying, Ron struggling to catch up with her mental acumen. Ron and Hermione, the two people he loved most in the world were both his best friends. They both loved him. Hermione loved him enough to calmly kiss her husband good-bye and send him off to do what ever it took to comfort the best friend he loved. And Ron had become the man who could finally admit that his love of Harry included a level of feeling far beyond that of brothers. He pushed himself up and looked down into Ron’s eyes. Slowly, never breaking eye contact, he lowered his mouth to the soft pink lips of his oldest friend.
Their first kiss started slowly, both shy and unsure of the other. Harry opened his mouth to Ron’s probing tongue and moaned into Ron’s mouth. He began slowly grinding his hips against the red head. Ron slid his other hand down to Harry’s ass and when Harry slid his legs off of Ron’s, allowing easier access to his entrance, Ron took the invitation. He slowly traced circles around the tight hole until Harry pushed his hips back against Ron’s finger. Ron grabbed a wand off the bedside table and flicked it at his fingers. Instantly lube slicked his hand. Harry arched his back as Ron slid first one finger, then another into his ass. When Ron added a third finger and fourth from his other hand Harry gasped. He dropped his head to Ron’s chest and began licking and nipping at Ron’s pert nipple, softly moaning. Ron worked his fingers into Harry, slowly spreading them while pulling in opposite directions. He wanted to feel Harry from the inside out and knew he needed to patiently prepare Harry’s body for the imminent intrusion.
The combination of Ron’s fingers and the friction of their sweaty bodies grinding together pushed Harry closer than he wanted to be this soon. He reached down and grabbed Ron’s wrists, pulling his hands down to the bed. He sat up, straddling Ron’s abdomen. Watching Ron’s face, Harry reached back and took hold of the huge hard on. He lined the head up with his hole and kept a firm grip on it as he pressed down onto it. “Uuhh,” he moaned. He closed his eyes and worked a little more of Ron’s cock into his ass.
Ron reached up to stroke Harry’s face. His voice was rough when he spoke. “You don’t have to do this.” He ran his hands down to Harry’s hips and started to slowly lift him up and off, ready to give up the incredible sensation of being inside Harry’s tight body to protect Harry.
Harry resisted, pushed down a little more. “I…I want it.” His voice was barely audible. He opened his eyes and looked at Ron. “I want you.” He stayed where he was, adjusting to the girth stretching his ass. He wanted to push down, take more of Ron into himself, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t make himself force another inch of that monster inside. “Ron, you have to do it,” he panted. Ron looked at him, confused. “Put your hands on my shoulders, hold there and push up into me.”
He moved his hands to Harry’s shoulders. “Harry, you’re sure?” Harry nodded, unable to speak. He braced himself up with his hands on Ron’s chest. He gasped when Ron shifted to bend his legs.
When his feet were firmly planted on the bed Ron took a deep breath and slowly pushed up. Harry’s ass felt like velvet fire as it clamped down on him. In one steady thrust he was balls deep. He could feel Harry’s arms trembling. Ron moved his hands to Harry’s chest and easily pushed the smaller man upright.
Black spots flashed across Harry’s vision. Ron’s enormous cock stretched him beyond capacity. He took a deep breath, trying to will his body to relax, accept the invasion. Even through the stress there was pleasure. Ron’s cock pressed against Harry’s hot spot, causing his dick to twitch and dip pre-cum onto Ron’s smooth stomach. When his breathing evened out he felt Ron slowly pull out a little before just as slowly moving back inside of him. Ron maintained his easy rhythm until he felt Harry push back against his cock. That tell tale action spurred Ron to pull out farther on each thrust until every trip took him out until just his head remained in Harry. The harder pounding knocked Harry forward again and he propped himself up with his hands on Ron’s chest once more. His head lolled and he moaned out loud every time Ron drove into him. He was so focused on the feelings radiating from Ron’s thrusting he didn’t even reach for his own cock. He just kept riding each hard thrust. He felt his body tensing and knew he was close. “Ron, I…I OH Ron.” Harry shot his cum across Ron’s stomach and chest, hitting the red head under the chin.
Harry’s orgasm set Ron free. The extra tightness and quivering of Harry’s body triggered Ron’s own orgasm. He shot deep in Harry’s ass, unable to see or breath or think. When he had finished he pulled Harry back down against him, his dick still buried in Harry’s over worked hole. Ron cradled Harry’s head against his shoulder as both men panted. Carefully, Ron slid his softening cock out of Harry. Harry flinched when Ron’s flared head pulled out of his ass. “Wow,” Ron said when he could speak again.
“Yeah,” Harry agreed. He kissed Ron’s throat. “Wow.”
“I’ve never done that before,” Ron murmured into Harry’s hair. Once again, one hand caressed Harry’s back while the other traced along the crevice between his cheeks.
The soothing touch helped ease the ache already starting through Harry’s body. “I’m your first male sex partner?” Harry now smiled as he kissed up to Ron’s ear. He pushed himself up to look at Ron’s face.
Ron blushed crimson. “I’ve only had sex with one other person.” His eyes lingered on Harry’s chest.
“Wow,” Harry said softly. He softly kissed Ron. “Thank you.” He settled back onto Ron’s chest. “Your wife is one understanding woman.”
“Actually, she was surprised when she asked me if you and I had done this at school and I said no.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. She said she heard from Neville via Ginny that Seamus and Dean used to shag each other all the time. Did you know that?”
“Nope. But I do have to admit I caught Luna with Fred and George in the orchard one summer.”
“What, with both of them at once?”
“Yep. One in front of her and one behind. They were all on their knees. I didn’t get close enough to see if she had one in each hole or two in the same.”
“Merlin’s balls. I’ve seen George naked; he’s not much smaller than me.” He let out a low whistle. “Sounds like Luna’s one talented woman.”
Harry chuckled. “She certainly looked like she was enjoying herself.” Both men laughed then settled again into silence, breathing in sync. Harry could feel his cum drying between them, sticking their skin together. “We need another bath.”
“How about a shower this time?”
“You going to carry me again?” Harry snuggled closer to Ron.
“I’m not sure if I can carry myself yet. I think my legs are still shaky.”
“Mine too. Let’s just agree to hold each other up on the way.”
“Deal.” The two climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom across the landing. Once under the warm spray Ron tipped Harry’s face up and kissed him. When he broke the kiss he spoke against Harry’s lips. “You know, there is one other thing I wanted to do to you.”
Harry smiled. “What’s that?”
In answer, Ron sank to his knees. With the water falling around them like warm rain, he took Harry’s soft cock into his mouth. Harry grew quickly under Ron’s wet attentions. He began thrusting his hips into his friend’s hot mouth. As his orgasm neared he got rougher. He grabbed Ron’s head and started to control the pace. “Ron, when I say now I want you to swallow, ok?” Ron grunted an assent. Harry pulled back, leaving just his head in Ron’s mouth. As he pushed back in he said, “now.” Ron swallowed at the perfect time. Harry pushed his cock into Ron’s tight throat and shot his load. Ron moaned and gagged a little, but Harry held his head firmly until he was spent.
Ron fell back on his ass on the floor when Harry released him. He took his own cock in two hands and jerked off, looking at Harry watching him until he too shot again. Harry knelt down and licked Ron’s sensitive head then moved up and kissed his best friend again. “Are you ok? I got kind of carried away.”
“That was cool,” Ron said. He kissed Harry again. “We should get cleaned up. I’m starving.”