Who's afraid of the big bad spider?

This is not yet betaed. Sorry if there's any mistakes, but I've been writing for 5 straight hours and wanted to post this before I go to bed. It's 04.37 am, and I'm supposed to get up in a few hours. Couldn't stop until it was finished though. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

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When Harry woke up that morning he felt relatively fit. The night before Ron and him had been to Hermione’s hen night. Although they were men, they didn’t know the groom very well, a muggle she had met at her parents’ anniversary party, and although she was a woman she was their best friend, and she expected them to come. A bit unusual, but Hermione was adamant that they should be there, so Harry didn’t have it in him to refuse. Anyone would think that a young man would love to be at a party with 10 birds and just two blokes, but the problem was that Harry was gay, and he hadn’t told his friends. So it had been a night of awkward acting and heavy drinking, trying to get the picture of Hermione in a strippers outfit out of his head. He would have thought Ron would have loved it, but he had stayed in the corner with Harry all night, drinking, if possible, even more than Harry. As soon as possible, they had excused themselves and flooed home to their shared apartment, where Ron had continued to drink a couple of beers from the fridge, while Harry wisely had taken a sobering potion and gone to bed.

Since he felt fine the next morning and he had a feeling Ron wouldn’t, he decided to be a good friend and make some coffee. After he had had a nice hot shower off course. When the smell of coffee started to fill the room a bleary-eyed Ron made an appearance looking very much like a man with heavy hangovers. When Harry offered him a hangover potion he gratefully accepted it and quickly swallowed it, washing it down with a cup of strong coffee. When he had finished the coffee he looked a lot better and smiled at Harry:

- “Thanks mate. That really helped. I think I’ll go and take a shower now, and then maybe I’ll start to feel like a human being again. Wanna watch VT with me afterwards?”
- “TV, Ron” Harry laughed. “And yeah, I’ll go and see if there’s something good on later.” Laughing he went to the sitting room while Ron crept towards the bathroom.

As it turned out, Harry could find nothing good, and he had even gone through his entire DVD collection. Nothing good there. He would just have to let Ron decide. He was a bit easier excited, but that probably had to do with the fact that he found TV as fascinating as his father did.

Harry went to the kitchen to grab a coke. Just as he was about to go back to the sitting room, he heard Ron’s panicked screams from the bathroom. He dropped the can on the floor and ran towards the bathroom. He burst through the door to see a completely naked and wet Ron standing on the toilet lid, his face white as a sheet, his entire body shaking and tears running down his cheeks. His face whipped around to see Harry burst through the door and a sobbed “Harry?” left his lips, and when Harry rushed to his side, he got down and threw his arms around Harry’s neck and started explaining almost hysterically:
- “Sp…spider. It almost crawled on me Harry.” And he pointed towards the shower. Harry carted his hands through the wet locks until Ron calmed a bit down.
- “Wait here Ron. I’ll just take a look.”
Ron nodded miserably and released his hold on Harry’s neck.

Harry looked inside the shower and there in the corner sat the biggest spider he had ever seen. Well, Aragog and family aside. It looked at him arrogantly as if to dare hum to make a move. With two flicks of his wand he first killed it and then banished it. He turned towards Ron and once again found himself with an armful of wet naked redhead whispering thank you against his shoulder. Harry held him tight and murmured:
- “Shh. It’s alright now. It’s gone.”

After a little while Harry noticed that Ron was shivering with cold and he went to the closet to get some fluffy towels. He started drying the other boy who just stood still and relaxed while his hair was being gently towelled off. Harry continued down his back and arms down to the firm arse and the long legs. Then he turned him around and started on the front. He slowly slid the towel down the broad chest with long strokes of his hands, fully concentrating on making Ron feel better. That is until he looked up and realized that Ron was gazing intently at him and breathing heavily. Harry mistakenly thought that he was hyperventilating due to shock and dropped the towel to the floor in order to comfort him, and that was when he discovered the huge cock that pointed directly at him.

He gasped and felt his own cock stir at the beautiful sight in front of him. Ron’s hair was ruffled from the towel and a few drops had fallen from the ends to his broad freckled shoulders. His cheeks were flushed with lust and you could make out the red tear stripes down his face. His chest was moving heavily and it seemed all the muscles in his strong arms were tightened, ending in his clenched fists. His cock was dripping and hard as a rock and his thighs were quivering slightly. And everything was covered in cute freckles. All in all Harry had trouble thinking of anything that had ever aroused him like that. He held the intense gaze for as long as possible, trying to figure out what his next move should be.

Feeling stupid Harry couldn’t help thinking that Ron’s penis was almost the only part of his body that he hadn’t dried. Inspired by that thought he reached for the towel again, and with a last gaze into Ron’s eyes, he started drying the cock and balls with slow movements. The instant he touched him a loud moan left Ron’s mouth and he jumped. His hands found their way to Harry’s upper arms where they gripped him tightly. Dropping the towel once more, Harry reached for the cock again, this time with his bare hand, and another heated moan filled the air when there was skin-on-skin contact, while Ron’s hips bucked helplessly into his hand. Harry placed his other hand on Ron’s hip and gave him a comforting squeeze.

Ron closed his eyes tightly and kept moaning louder and louder, while the speed of his hips increased. His hands clutched Harry’s arms desperately when he came with a hoarse shout in large white drops on Harry’s hands and shirt and the white floor tiles. He collapsed against Harry while trying to catch his breath.

When he had collected himself a bit he giggled throatily and said:
- “Have I ever told you how sexy I think it is when you come to my rescue?” Harry gave him a tight smile, since his own erection didn’t give him a moment of peace. Ron noticed his fidgeting and said, smirking:
- “If you’ll come back to my room I’ll show you my gratitude.” He laughed when Harry nodded frantically and rushed out the door.

He quickly followed and when he reached his room, he saw Harry standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, looking like he didn’t know what do. Ron sauntered towards the still fully clothed wizard with very tight trousers and slid his hands around his middle, looking him straight in the eye:
- “Do you still want to do this?” When Harry nodded again, Ron leaned forward until he could press his lips against the other boy’s. Harry moaned desperately and deepened the kiss quickly while groping Ron’s arse energetically.

Meanwhile Ron had pushed his hands underneath the other’s T-shirt, and ended the kiss to be able to pull it off. They both moaned when their heated skin met for the first time, when they resumed the kiss. Ron popped the button open on Harry’s jeans and pulled the zipper down. He moaned deep in his throat when he realized that Harry didn’t wear anything underneath. He pushed the trousers down and Harry stepped out of them and stood as naked as Ron. It was Ron’s turn to stand speechless and stare at the wonder that was a naked Harry Potter. Unlike Ron, Harry wasn’t very brawny, but he was really fit and tanned. He had legs that went on forever and a nicely toned upper body. His cock looked dark and fierce in its nest of pitch-black hair and he had the tightest little bum anyone could ever dream off.

It seemed Harry didn’t have the time to be looked at admiringly, because he grabbed Ron and pressed their bodies closely together while stealing another kiss. A moan escaped both of them when their hard cocks collided, and Ron manoeuvred them towards the bed. Harry was too occupied to realize, and when the back of his knees hit the bed, he fell onto it heavily and with a surprised look on his face. He recovered quickly and scooted further up on the bed. Ron laid himself down on top of the other boy and started kissing his neck.

Harry entwined his long fingers in Ron’s messy hair and moaned loudly. Ron’s ministrations felt wonderful. Better than anything he had ever felt, and he wasn’t quite coherent enough to analyse the odd feeling of rightness that was seeping out into his veins and limbs. He couldn’t do anything other than follow Ron’s lead and enjoy the hot tongue that had started to move down his chest and was licking and nipping at his nipples.

He didn’t quite catch what Ron was about to do until he felt a tongue lapping at his bellybutton. He gasped surprised. His only other homosexual encounters had been quick one night stands at clubs or in dark alleyways. Nobody had ever taken their time with him like this, and blowjobs were almost only used if they didn’t have any lube, and since he mostly bottomed, he hadn’t had many of those.
- “Oh my God, Ron.” He thrust his hips up at the mere thought of Ron’s lips wrapped around his cock. When he felt a wet tongue on him, he yelped and pulled Ron’s hair, but Ron didn’t seem to mind. He just took Harry’s cock deep into his mouth and started humming the tune to “Weasley is our King”. Harry moaned and cried out and it felt like pure heaven to him. After too short time he felt close:
- “Ron! Stop. I don’t wanna come yet.”
Ron slid the cock out of his mouth, and squeezed at the bottom of the shaft, while he started mouthing the heavy balls. Harry groaned and closed his eyes. He had made the mistake of looking down to see Ron looking up at him, with his cock in his mouth. It certainly didn’t make it easier for him to stop himself from coming.

Ron slid his tongue down to the pink entrance and started licking it. The sob-like sounds coming from Harry told him to continue. He wanted to fuck Harry tonight, but he didn’t want to hurt him, so he plunged the tongue inside the tight hole, revelling in the sounds Harry made. Although he had never topped, he seemed confident. He had after all been on the receiving end of this treatment many times. He remembered the first time. Doing prefect rounds, he had stumbled across Malfoy one evening, wanking heavily, and had been too aroused to refuse when Malfoy wanted to fuck him. That’s was when he found out he was gay. They met frequently during 7th year, but when they graduated they had agreed to end it there. They weren’t in love at all, and Ron really thought he was a top. But they remained friends and had even had a couple of fucks since. For old times sake. But Ron dreamed of finding someone he could love.

While he was lying there, with his tongue far up Harry’s ass, he realized that he already loved Harry. He had just never thought of him in a sexual way. Well, he certainly did now, he thought with a smirk, while he slowly pushed a finger inside the beautiful boy in front of him.

Harry’s arse clenched tightly around Ron’s finger and he groaned from the tightness. Ron took it completely out and Harry heard him mutter something that could sound like a lubrication spell, which was confirmed a moment later, when Ron’s finger returned, considerably slicker. While the finger poked around inside him, he held his breath, waiting for Ron to locate that spot that would bring him so much pleasure. He moaned loudly when he found it and started unconsciously pushing down against the finger. Soon he had three fingers up his arse and couldn’t wait any longer:
- “Please Ron, please fuck me now. Can’t wait.” Ron very nearly came when he heard his innocent Harry utter those dirty words, and quickly pulled his fingers out and positioned his cock at Harry’s entrance.

He kissed Harry gently while he started to push in slowly. They moaned in unison and Harry grasped Ron’s tight bottom and pushed him in a little further. When he was finally completely sheathed they both felt a sense of rightness and looked deep into each others eyes. Ron started thrusting. Slowly at first, but gathering speed, and before long, he was fucking Harry in deep quick strokes, and Harry was practically screaming with pleasure. His prostate was being battered with every thrust. When Ron reached down to jerk Harry’s cock, it quickly became too much and with just three more thrusts he came in long spurts covering both their stomachs and Ron’s hand in his come. His inner muscles milked Ron’s cock and he came too.

Ron collapsed almost on top of Harry, but had the sense to tilt a bit to the side, so as not to crush his new lover. They were both breathing heavily and trying to make sense in what had just happened. Harry was the first to recover. He took his wand and performed a few cleansing spells. He then turned himself towards Ron and cuddled into his strong arms. He looked him deeply into the eyes:
- “I didn’t even know you were gay.” Ron chuckled:
- “I didn’t know you were gay either.”
- “Maybe we should start telling each other these kinds of things.” Harry suggested with a smirk. Ron captured his lips in the sweetest kiss and started tracing patterns on his back.
- “Although I never thought I would say this, I’m glad that spider attacked me!” Harry tried not to snicker at the word attack and instead asked:
- “Why?”
- “Well otherwise we wouldn’t be here, would we?”
- “I guess not.”
Ron decided to ask the question they both had in mind:
- “What do we do now?” When Harry just coughed slightly and blushed, looking completely blank, he continued:
- “Do you wanna do this again, or do you think we should forget it and try to save our friendship?” Harry looked at him fiercely and said determinedly:
- “Our friendship will always be there! Whether we’re fighting or fucking. I for one think that this was the best sex I’ve ever had. It’s up to you whether you want to do it again or not.”

Ron smiled at the resolute expression on Harry’s face and couldn’t help laughing. Harry’s facial expression quickly changed to one of hurt and he scooted away from Ron. Or he tried, but Ron tightened his arms around him:
- “Sorry Harry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you. You just looked so cute. I agree with you that this is the best sex I’ve ever had, and if you think we can make it work, I will love to try.”

A big smile spread on Harry’s face and he kissed Ron deeply. When he ended the kiss he looked into Ron’s eyes with an adoring look:
- “I’m sure we can make it work. I already love you. I just never thought it was this kind of love. But now that the thought has occurred to me, I can’t see how it cannot be.”

Ron’s heart swelled at those words, and he felt his eyes moisten slightly:
- “I love you too Harry.” With that they cuddled up and fell asleep. In the same bed and in each others arms for the first time since they’d known each other. Neither had ever slept so peacefully before.


Hermione was bored. She was at Ron and Harry’s stag night, and all around her people were having fun. But she was one of only four females in a room full of drunken men and although anyone would think that a young woman would love to be at a party with so many men, she was already married. To her boredom her husband was asleep in a corner. They had both had a lot to drink, trying to get the picture of Harry and Ron in slutty women’s clothing, trying to do a sexy pole dance, out of their head. Unfortunately her poor husband wasn’t accustomed to Firewhiskey and had fallen asleep on the couch a little while ago. She should probably take him home. She went in search of the two guests of honour to say her goodbyes. After a long search she found them outside, thankfully in their normal clothes, sitting on the porch, holding hands and sharing small kissed. She cleared her throat and when they saw her, big smiles spread on their faces. Ron waved her over:
- “Come here, ‘Mione. We want to ask you something.” She settled in between them and giggled when both men gave her a kiss on the cheek at the same time. Harry took her hand and squeezed it:
- “We wanted to ask you to be our maid of honour.” She blushed but readily agreed. They sat chatting for awhile, and she forgot all about going home. She felt so at ease there between her two best friends in the world, and when her husband came looking for her several hours later, he saw them sitting there, waves of laughter coming towards him. He decided that she was alright and wasn’t looking for him, and he longingly ran back to couch, thinking she would pick him up when they got tired. Knowing them, they could sit there talking for hours, which suited him fine.
The sun rose early that morning, casting a golden glow on the golden trio sitting on the porch looking as happy as possible.

The End.

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