Going Down

“Take off your pants.”

“What?”

“Take off your pants.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to suck you off.”

“Not here!”

Harry had nothing against Ron’s blowjobs. In fact, he thought they were brilliant, and under different circumstances, he wouldn’t have dreamed of turning one down. On an elevator, in a very public hotel, though, wasn’t Harry’s idea of an appropriate location.

“Muggles do it all the time,” said Ron, trying to sound convincing.

“But we’re not Muggles!”

Ron shrugged. Just because they weren’t Muggles, didn’t mean that they couldn’t act like they were. At least for a little bit.

Ding.

“That’s why I’m not doing it,” said Harry, indicating the ringing of the bell and the subsequent opening of the elevator doors. “Someone could walk in any minute.”

He looked out in the hallway, expecting, and halfway hoping, someone would walk on board. But the hallway was completely deserted.

“See?” said Ron, moving nearer to Harry, “there’s no one there. Besides, it’s really late, or really early, depending on how you look at it, and I doubt many people are out.”

Harry still wasn’t convinced. He didn’t see the appeal in being such an exhibitionist. He was very partial to his privacy. Ron, though, wasn’t so easily deterred.

“C’mon, Harry…” he murmured, stepping closer so that his chest made contact with the other boy’s shoulder. He dipped his head, placing light kisses along Harry’s jaw line.

Harry moaned softly, but didn’t give in. “I said no.”

“Please?” begged Ron.

He moved his lips lower, down to Harry’s throat, making a slow, wet path with his tongue around to the side of Harry’s neck.

“Ron…” Harry whispered in a faint protest.

Ron ran his fingers along the waistband of Harry’s trousers until he found the button. He fumbled with it for a few seconds until Harry grabbed his wrists. Ron kissed around Harry’s ear, moving slowly up to his temple. A smile of satisfaction came across his face when he felt Harry’s fingers go slack around his arms. He pinched a small piece of skin between his lips while his hands were busy working at the button and the zipper. Once the zipper was lowered, he slid his hand between Harry’s legs, rubbing against the growing erection that was awaiting him.

Ding.

Harry snapped back, pushing Ron away and standing against the wall of the elevator, breathing heavily. Once more, he waited for someone to enter, but no one did. The doors closed again and they continued downward.

“See? No one there,” said Ron with a sly smile.

He resumed his position, his lips sucking at Harry’s neck, and his hand down the front of Harry\'s trousers. Harry got lost in the touching, forgetting that just seconds before, they could’ve gotten caught. Ron didn’t want to risk another interruption now that Harry seemed persuaded to go along with his idea. He lowered Harry’s trousers just past his thighs and ran an index finger up his cock.

“You’ll enjoy it, I promise,” murmured Ron, crouching down in front of Harry.

Harry swallowed and looked nervous, but he didn’t protest. Ron licked up the length of Harry’s cock while caressing the warm skin of Harry’s hips with his thumbs. He felt Harry twitch slightly at the contact. He knew the exact way to tease, ensuring that the end wouldn’t come until he wanted it to. Once he reached the head, he circled it with his tongue, eliciting a small whimper from Harry.

Hearing such a favorable response made Ron want to swallow Harry right then, but he wasn’t through teasing yet. He wanted to show Harry exactly what he might have missed had he not followed Ron’s brilliant suggestion. He lowered his right hand to Harry’s inner thigh, ghosting upwards and making just enough contact with the soft flesh so that Harry wouldn’t mistake where his hand was going. He held one of Harry’s balls in the palm of his hand and squeezed it gently, his lips and tongue still busy with the slick tip of Harry’s cock.

Harry moaned and reached for Ron’s head, wrapping his fingers in the spiky red hair. Initially, he had thought Ron was out of his mind for proposing such a display as this, but with his cock firmly between Ron’s warm and very talented lips, he was almost sorry he hadn’t agreed to it sooner. The warmth and wetness increased when he felt Ron take his whole length in his mouth.

Ding.

Harry stiffened and pressed himself against the elevator wall, knowing full well that he’d never be able to disappear through it, but not exactly sure what else to do in the current situation. The suction on his prick didn’t stop, and Harry wondered if Ron had even noticed the bell ring or the doors open. Harry’s eyes grew wide and he held his breath, waiting for someone to walk in on them, but he was also perfectly aware of that warm mouth sucking his cock.

No one came on the elevator, though Harry was sure he was about to, and he closed his eyes in relief when the doors shut again and the elevator resumed its descent.

Ron began bobbing his head, moving his mouth up and down along the length of Harry’s cock. Harry’s fingers tightened in the strands of Ron’s hair, urging him to increase his activity. Ron obliged, though he didn\'t need Harry\'s encouragement to do so. He could taste the bitter discharge against his tongue and knew that Harry was close to release. He pushed his mouth down the entire length, until the tip of it hit the back of his throat. Then he swallowed. And swallowed again. And swallowed again.

\"Oh...oh God...oh God...OH!\" Harry groaned, as he released himself into Ron\'s awaiting mouth. He came so hard that he had to catch himself on Ron\'s shoulders to avoid tipping over. Ron swallowed carefully, though he continued to lap at the softening flesh.

Ding.

Harry barely had the strength or presence of mind to look up. His knees were weak and it was all he could to stand, even being supported by Ron\'s shoulders. He threw a distracted glance at the doors, and when no one entered, he signed in relief and turned his full attention back to the slowly ebbing orgasm and the hot tongue leisurely wiping the head of his prick.

A rumbling and clinking sound, followed immediately by someone clearing their throat, caused Harry to look up quickly, though the pleasure dissipating his body protested. A bellboy, donning a red coat with big brass buttons and a coordinating square hat, pushed a large metal trolley on the elevator. He looked extremely perturbed and very annoyed.
When the whole of the trolley was on board, he quickly turned his back to them and pressed one of the glowing, numeric circles.

“Ron” hissed Harry, “stop that! Get up!”

Ron raised his eyes to Harry’s face and smiled up at him, though he didn’t pull back.

“I said get up,” Harry told him again, and he pushed Ron’s shoulders, causing him to topple backward.

Harry kept throwing quick glances at the bellboy as he pulled his trousers back up and secured the button and zipper. Ron was chuckling softly with his arms crossed over his chest, looking very proud of himself.

“I told you this would happen,” hissed Harry again, though the elevator was far too small, and he knew the bellboy could hear him, no matter how quietly he talked.

“I didn’t see you protesting too much,” said Ron with a smirk, speaking much louder than was necessary.

Harry shot him a very annoyed look, and crossed his arms in a huff. He started wondering how many floors this hotel had, as the ride was getting longer and longer, and the only thing he wanted to do right now was get the hell off the elevator.

At last it came to a halt on the ground floor. Harry would’ve loved to run out of the hotel and disappear into the darkness, but the trolley was so large, that he had to wait for the bellboy to maneuver the wheels in just the right way. He cast several unfavorable glances in both Harry and Ron’s direction before finally disembarking.

Ron joined Harry out in the lobby, still seeming very pleased over the trouble he had caused.

“Just think,” he said with a grin, “we’ll have to take the elevator again to get back to our room.”

“I’m taking the stairs,” Harry said irritably, walking on ahead.