Snippets of Desire
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,294
Reviews:
3
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Snippets of Desire
Snippets of Desire: Addendum to Mistaken Identities
A/N This is going to be a short series of moments between Harry and Ron and is part of a longer story in the Hermione/Draco sub category. It will probably make more sense if you read the other story but I\'ll try to give enough details that it makes sense even if you don\'t.
DISCLAIMER: Absolutely none of the characters in this story belong to me. They belong to JK Rowling and I will not be (nor do I have any interest in) making any money with this story. I repeat, not mine.
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August, Summer before their 6th year
Pale hands stroked down his chest…and then lower. He bit back a groan of frustration as they passed over his aching cock and playfully scratched at his lean thighs. Finally, a red mouth…red as sin…sucked on his leaking tip. Then the tongue and lips swirled deeper and this time he did groan. *Faster.* He only thought it but the mouth obeyed and his hips arched up. It was so intense…he needed too…his moan was loud and inarticulate as he came with a jerk. He looked down into intense blue eyes…
…Harry woke up with a gasp, yanking his body upright. His flannel pajama pants were sticky with the signs of his orgasm and he felt shame flood through him.
*You are not supposed to be having wet dreams about your best mate. What the hell is wrong with you?* He felt tears of frustration and anger well up in his eyes and brush them away with sharp movements. *Fucking get a grip, Potter.* Amazing how much he sounded like Snape when he chastised himself in his head.
Ron continued to snore in the bed next to Harry’s, blissfully unaware of what was going through Harry’s head. For that, he was grateful. The worst was when he woke up from one of these dreams…and Ron thought he was having a nightmare about Sirius’ death. Then he wanted to comfort his friend…and Harry felt even more like a shit. *Sorry Ron, really I’m fine…oh yeah I was just dreaming about sucking your cock…don’t mind me…* Yeah, that would go over well.
This has turned into one of the hardest summers of his life. He’d thought only having to spend a couple of weeks with the Dursleys would make it one of the best but he had not counted on two things: Snape’s dedication to actually training them and having increasingly regular, increasingly explicit sex dreams about his very-straight best male friend. Fuck.
Harry stood and padded across the room. Sleep was impossible now…crisp pre-dawn air flooded the room and he breathed deeply. This was the last day he and Ron would train alone together. Hermione was back tomorrow for the rest of the summer and then school started. She had been in and out all summer, training with them for a few days before leaving again, but she had refused to stay at Hogwarts for the whole summer…not even for training she said. Harry guessed she was far more attached to the muggle world than she let on. He had been all too happy to get away from the horrid Dursleys and Ron had been willing to spend the summer with him. For that he was both grateful and resentful. This would have been a lonely, empty summer without Ron…but then it also would have been free of inappropriate sex dreams too.
He sighed and ran a hand over his face. Today was his last day alone with Ron and he was going to make the best of it.
A/N This is going to be a short series of moments between Harry and Ron and is part of a longer story in the Hermione/Draco sub category. It will probably make more sense if you read the other story but I\'ll try to give enough details that it makes sense even if you don\'t.
DISCLAIMER: Absolutely none of the characters in this story belong to me. They belong to JK Rowling and I will not be (nor do I have any interest in) making any money with this story. I repeat, not mine.
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August, Summer before their 6th year
Pale hands stroked down his chest…and then lower. He bit back a groan of frustration as they passed over his aching cock and playfully scratched at his lean thighs. Finally, a red mouth…red as sin…sucked on his leaking tip. Then the tongue and lips swirled deeper and this time he did groan. *Faster.* He only thought it but the mouth obeyed and his hips arched up. It was so intense…he needed too…his moan was loud and inarticulate as he came with a jerk. He looked down into intense blue eyes…
…Harry woke up with a gasp, yanking his body upright. His flannel pajama pants were sticky with the signs of his orgasm and he felt shame flood through him.
*You are not supposed to be having wet dreams about your best mate. What the hell is wrong with you?* He felt tears of frustration and anger well up in his eyes and brush them away with sharp movements. *Fucking get a grip, Potter.* Amazing how much he sounded like Snape when he chastised himself in his head.
Ron continued to snore in the bed next to Harry’s, blissfully unaware of what was going through Harry’s head. For that, he was grateful. The worst was when he woke up from one of these dreams…and Ron thought he was having a nightmare about Sirius’ death. Then he wanted to comfort his friend…and Harry felt even more like a shit. *Sorry Ron, really I’m fine…oh yeah I was just dreaming about sucking your cock…don’t mind me…* Yeah, that would go over well.
This has turned into one of the hardest summers of his life. He’d thought only having to spend a couple of weeks with the Dursleys would make it one of the best but he had not counted on two things: Snape’s dedication to actually training them and having increasingly regular, increasingly explicit sex dreams about his very-straight best male friend. Fuck.
Harry stood and padded across the room. Sleep was impossible now…crisp pre-dawn air flooded the room and he breathed deeply. This was the last day he and Ron would train alone together. Hermione was back tomorrow for the rest of the summer and then school started. She had been in and out all summer, training with them for a few days before leaving again, but she had refused to stay at Hogwarts for the whole summer…not even for training she said. Harry guessed she was far more attached to the muggle world than she let on. He had been all too happy to get away from the horrid Dursleys and Ron had been willing to spend the summer with him. For that he was both grateful and resentful. This would have been a lonely, empty summer without Ron…but then it also would have been free of inappropriate sex dreams too.
He sighed and ran a hand over his face. Today was his last day alone with Ron and he was going to make the best of it.