All Other Boys

It was something that all the boys did. Late at night, hidden behind thick curtains of velvety fabric, inexperienced hands wrapped around still-growing cocks, giving their owners the very first taste of what it must be like. Harry knew that he wasn\'t normal in most respects, but he knew how to wank. He wanked in the shower, in bed, and even in History of Magic once. He suspected that Ron knew what he was up to, but he never said anything.

So, it was no surprise that when the rest of the school had gone home for the Holidays, and Harry and Ron were alone in the dormitory, they wanked. Not together, mind you, but they wanked.

Harry had just slid his hands into his pajama bottoms when he heard Ron\'s voice.

\"Harry? You awake?\"

To say the least. \"Yeah, Ron, what is it?\"

Silence, then: \"I can\'t sleep.\"

The bed sagged then and Harry had a moment of sheer panic. Both his hands were still inside of his pajama bottoms; one hand wrapped loosely around his cock. He looked over at Ron and swallowed. \"Oh.\"

\"You do that a lot, you know.\" Ron said, matter-of-factly. \"I can hear you.\"

Harry wanted nothing more than for the bed to swallow him up. \"I… er… so does everyone else, Ron.\" He pulled his hands out and sat up, but his cock was still half-hard due to the attention.

Ron nodded, lying back onto Harry\'s pillow. Harry could see that he wasn\'t the only one half-hard.

Oh.

\"Since we both can\'t sleep, and we\'re the only ones here, I figured maybe we could do it together?\" Ron asked him, watching him with a quirky grin.

He wanted to wank with him. He wanted to wank with him? \"I dunno, um, if I can do it with someone watching.\"

Liar!

Ron apparently could, and before Harry could blink he was presented with the long, freckled expanse that was Ron below the waist. Ron\'s cock bobbed up, out of the elastic, and he whimpered, eyes fluttering shut. \"Sure you can, Harry.\"

Something inside of Harry\'s brain was telling him that he shouldn\'t be finding this hot, but he just couldn\'t help it. There were only three buttons that closed on Ron\'s pajama top, they had belonged to George, and Harry was suddenly compelled with the need to see more. He reached over, sliding the buttons out, and pushed the fabric open. Ron grabbed his hand, his blue eyes burning into Harry\'s own. \"Your turn.\"

Right. Harry\'s fingers felt too big and clumsy with his own bed clothes, but he managed to slide his bottoms off. Ron leaned over then, returning the favour by undoing the buttons on his top. \"Relax, Harry.\"

Relax? How could he relax when Ron was hovering over him like that? \"Um, I\'m… trying.\"

Ron\'s breath tickled his ear when he laughed. \"Don\'t try so hard, just feel.\" At that, Harry watched as one of Ron\'s large hands wrapped around his cock and started to move at a slow, casual pace.

Now, Harry\'d never watched anyone wank before. He knew how it looked to watch himself do it, but he\'d never really found it sexy or anything. This… watching Ron… he felt like he could come from just this. Ron\'s free hand found his and moved it towards his waiting cock. \"It\'s all right, you can do it.\"

Harry nodded and settled back, sliding his hand around his cock. It felt good. Actually, it felt amazingly good. He moaned and looked over at Ron. They were so close now, pressed together at the side, one of Ron\'s longer legs flung over Harry\'s. Harry slid his hand up along it, and Ron gasped. \"Harry, do that again.\"

He did, bringing his hand closer to Ron\'s cock. He wasn\'t sure what was compelling him to do this; as far as he knew, he was not gay. But this was Ron, and he wanted nothing more right now than to touch him. Ron seemed to understand and removed his own hands, leaving his cock quivering and in need of attention. He took Harry\'s hand in his own and licked the palm, causing Harry to moan. \"Go on, mate.\"

Ron\'s cock wasn\'t much different from his own. It felt warm and smooth inside of his hand and he loved the way Ron arched from the bed and moaned his name. The way Ron had licked his hand made it easier to slip his hand over the foreskin and expose the head. He could tell that Ron was getting close, and rubbed his thumb over the tip, spreading the moisture pooled there. That was all it took, and Ron moaned and jerked under him as he came.

Before Harry could catch his breath, Ron rolled them over and pinned him to the bed. His arms framed Harry\'s head and he bent down, kissing him. Harry\'s heart was beating nearly out of his chest and he melted under Ron\'s weight, kissing back. Ron\'s kisses were a lot like him; warm, and holding nothing back. He finally pulled back for air and slid his lips to Harry\'s neck. \"Now it\'s your turn.\"

They were connected at the middle by the sticky remnants of Ron\'s orgasm, and Ron\'s hand slid wetly around his cock, as his teeth sank into his earlobe. Harry couldn\'t seem to find enough air to breathe, but sucked in a deep breath, exhaling with a moan. He wound his fingers into Ron\'s hair and tugged, pulling him down for another kiss. He felt dizzy, and naughty and unabashed, grinding up into Ron\'s slick hand. Ron was all around him, holding him nearly protectively. \"Just let go, Harry.\"

Stars exploded behind his closed eyelids as he came, Ron\'s name torn from him in a moan. Ron brought him back down, kissing him softly and slipping a sweat-slicked hand up to cup his cheek. Harry\'s breath caught and he smiled. \"You…\"

Ron nodded, nuzzling his neck. \"Me and you,\" he traced Harry\'s lower lip and kissed it. \"Think you can sleep now?\"

\"Mmm, stay with me?\"

Wrapping around him from behind, Ron nodded. \"Sleep, Harry.\"

Harry knew that this wasn\'t something that all the boys did, but they weren\'t just any boys. As he fell asleep, Ron holding him, he didn\'t much care.