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Keeper
Title: This One's A Keeper
Author: Irana Potter-Snape ()
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Ron
Kink(s): Aquaphilia – arousal resulting from images of people swimming or posing underwater, and sexual activity in or under water; first time, mutual masturbation
Challenge: Lusty Month of May challenge – Response # 11
Notes: The inspiration for this came from . Enjoy it.
Beta: The lovely. Thank you love.
Word Count: 1772
*~*~*
The first time they ran into each other after the war it was by accident – sort of. Ron hadn't gone looking for Remus or anything, they'd just run into each other down at the pub. The fact that it wasn't a pub he'd ever been to before but was one he'd heard Remus mention didn't mean anything. Except, well, if Remus went then it couldn't be too bad. And well… Ron had been thinking about Remus an awful lot lately.
The second time Remus had got there before Ron, and was more than half drunk when Ron got there. He'd watched the man drink himself into a near stupor and then walked over when it looked like Remus was about to fall over, said hello like he'd only just got there, and then walked Remus home. Turned out the place he let wasn't far from the pub at all.
The third time Ron got there first and Remus came up and sat next to him and they drank in comfortable silence, reveling in not being badgered to talk about what was bothering them by the other. It was the same the fourth and the fifth time… that same comfortable silence. Ron couldn't remember anyone he'd been able to be silent with since Harry left.
It wasn't until the eighth time that they actually talked.
*~*~*
Remus looked up as Ron entered the pub and smiled. He'd liked their time together, likely more than the other man did, but he was old and scarred and lonely, and he would take what he could get. He studiously avoided thinking about why the younger man had spent two nights a week with him for the past few weeks, but he was grateful for the company.
"'Lo Ron," he smiled.
"Hullo Remus," Ron replied as he slid onto his stool, waving the bartender over to get his drink.
Remus frowned slightly. Ron seemed off somehow tonight and Remus broke their unspoken 'no questions' rule for the first time. "Alright there Ron?" he asked softly.
Surprised, Ron turned to look at Remus and shook his head in response before he knew he was doing it. "Thought I was hiding it," he said ruefully.
Remus gave him a wry grin. "Not very well," he said quietly. "Want to talk about it or just forget it?"
Ron took a pull from his pint and swallowed. "Reckon I might need to talk about it," he said.
Remus nodded and took a drink from his own glass, waiting on Ron to begin.
"I think I'm queer," Ron finally burst out, face flushing as he said it, glad he hadn't said it loud enough for anyone to hear besides Remus.
Remus blinked, ignored the spark of hope that lit inside him, and turned to look at Ron. "What makes you think that?"
Ron mumbled something Remus didn't hear, cheeks flaming even more.
"Ron? I didn't hear you."
"I said birds don't do it for me anymore, alright?" Ron hissed. "No spark, no reaction, nothing down there, not even for a bloody Veela."
Remus blinked at the vehemence in Ron's voice. "And men… they get a reaction?"
"Not all. More than birds though and a couple get a reaction every time," Ron confessed. He couldn't believe he was telling this to Remus, especially since Remus was one of those 'every time' blokes. Okay, he was the only one that got a reaction every time, not that Ron planned on telling him that.
"Alright then. How do you feel about it?"
"At first, right terrified really. Not so much now, only I don't know what to do about it, you know? How do I even go about pulling a bloke? Had enough trouble with birds and they're supposed to be easy."
Remus chuckled. "Woman are never easy," he said, smile still tugging at his lips as he picked up his drink. "Men aren't much different. If a bloke likes you, he'll spend time with you and around you, might snark a bit at you. Might touch you a hair longer than necessary – nothing obvious – just a hand on your arm or fingers brushing. He'll watch you a bit more than you might expect, those sorts of things."
"Oh," Ron said, thinking about that. Remus did that a lot, did that mean he was interested? "Then what?" he asked, needing a clue about how to go about this.
"Well," Remus said slowly. "Then he might offer to go get a pint or grab some dinner or buy you a coffee. Something innocuous, usually in the day, and only so he can see if you're interested. If it's a complete stranger, he might walk up and offer to buy you a drink if you're in a pub or a club."
They drank in silence for a time, both lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Ron reckoned if he was going to try this dating a bloke business, it might as well be someone he trusted. Not to mention, at least with Remus one of them would know what they were doing.
Swallowing his drink for a bit of liquid courage, he cleared his throat and glanced over at Remus. "Buy you a drink?" he asked, far too casually, hoping Remus wouldn't notice the red in his cheeks.
Remus blinked, studying at Ron for long moments before asking, "Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?"
Ron glanced over at him again and nodded, not trusting his voice.
The spark of hope that Remus had ignored earlier came back with several friends. Smiling, he nodded and said, "I'd love one."
*~*~*
As Ron and Remus left the pub he thought back to the night he'd asked Remus if he could buy him a drink. He reckoned that had been the smartest thing he'd ever done. The last three months with Remus had been great, filled with conversation and openness and all sorts of things Ron had never expected to find with a bloke. But this was Remus; really, he wasn't as surprised as he would have been if it were anyone else.
So far, Remus had been, well careful, with him, and while that had been all well and good at the beginning, he wanted more than heated good night kisses. He wanted to touch and be touched, to feel what it felt like to really be with a man, and he wanted that man to be Remus.
It had rained that day, and as they walked along, an older bloke – obviously pissed off his head – came stumbling around the corner and into Remus, knocking both Ron and Remus down in a huge puddle of mud in the process. The man didn't even stop, just kept on his way mumbling about the walls moving, leaving Remus and Ron to slip and fall once more as they attempted to pick themselves up.
Remus looked down at the mud-covered mess that was their clothing and shook his head. "Come on. We'll wash in the pond out behind the house," he said, not wanting to track mud through the house he'd just cleaned. He ferverently hoped his body wouldn't betray him. He had a thing for men in water and the way they looked with te teasing drops sliding down their skin.
Ron nodded, disgusted at the mess but excited at the prospect of finally seeing Remus naked. Not that he would see much in what little light there was, but still. He followed carefully in Remus' steps, shedding his clothing and wading into the cool water of the pond. A river fed it farther behind the property, so it wasn't stagnant, something Ron found himself grateful for as he ducked under the water, hair slicking to his head as he surfaced.
Remus had taken his clothing off slowly, enjoying the sight of Ron's naked arse wading into the pond. He'd been having a difficult time keeping things slow, and he knew himself well enough to know he may well give in this time. There was something inherently sensual about water sliding along the hard planes of a man's body, and Ron's body was beautiful without the gilding the water and light the waning moon painted him with. He felt his body reacting and hurriedly slipped into the water, hoping the light was too low for Ron to see his body's reaction.
Remus was out of luck. Ron had seen the outline of the older man's rigid prick and swam over beside him. "Feels good yeah?" he asked in a whisper, afraid to startle Remus out of the pool.
Remus submerged himself and came back up pushing his hair out of his face before he answered. "It does, yes."
Ron's eyes darkened as they roved over what he could see of Remus, skin glistening with drops of water, and he couldn't help but reach out and slide a slick hand over Remus' shoulder. Pleasure spread from his fingertips to his groin and he moaned softly. "You feel good," he said, immediately kicking himself for saying something so inane.
Remus' eyes closed briefly before he snapped them open. "Ron," he began warningly, "don't begin something you aren't prepared to finish."
Licking lips that had gone dry, Ron replied, "I'm ready. I've been ready. I don't want to wait anymore."
Remus groaned and pulled Ron against him, reveling in the feel of hard muscle and slick skin, their body's aligning perfectly, prick against prick and chest against chest and he gasped at the heady pleasure of it. Fastening his mouth on Ron's they rocked together, moving slowly toward the bank for better purchase on the bottom of the pod, grinding their hips together as they kissed fiercely.
Needing more, Ron reached between them and curled his hand around Remus, stroking hard and fast, crying out when Remus did the same. Faster and faster their hands moved, lips and tongues and teeth marking necks and throats with bites and sucking kisses until Ron stiffened and came, the feeling of it hitting Remus pulling his own orgasm from him.
They leaned against each other, holding each other up, and grinning, Ron said, "I think I'll keep you. Hope you don't mind."
Remus laughed and led Ron toward the back door. No point in keeping Ron from his bed now as the younger man was clearly ready for all the intimacy Remus could offer him. Remus thought back over his past relationships and on what Ron had just said, smiling to himself. Of them all, this one was the keeper. He wouldn't let go until death claimed the last breath in his body.
Author: Irana Potter-Snape (
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Ron
Kink(s): Aquaphilia – arousal resulting from images of people swimming or posing underwater, and sexual activity in or under water; first time, mutual masturbation
Challenge: Lusty Month of May challenge – Response # 11
Notes: The inspiration for this came from
Beta: The lovely
Word Count: 1772
*~*~*
The first time they ran into each other after the war it was by accident – sort of. Ron hadn't gone looking for Remus or anything, they'd just run into each other down at the pub. The fact that it wasn't a pub he'd ever been to before but was one he'd heard Remus mention didn't mean anything. Except, well, if Remus went then it couldn't be too bad. And well… Ron had been thinking about Remus an awful lot lately.
The second time Remus had got there before Ron, and was more than half drunk when Ron got there. He'd watched the man drink himself into a near stupor and then walked over when it looked like Remus was about to fall over, said hello like he'd only just got there, and then walked Remus home. Turned out the place he let wasn't far from the pub at all.
The third time Ron got there first and Remus came up and sat next to him and they drank in comfortable silence, reveling in not being badgered to talk about what was bothering them by the other. It was the same the fourth and the fifth time… that same comfortable silence. Ron couldn't remember anyone he'd been able to be silent with since Harry left.
It wasn't until the eighth time that they actually talked.
*~*~*
Remus looked up as Ron entered the pub and smiled. He'd liked their time together, likely more than the other man did, but he was old and scarred and lonely, and he would take what he could get. He studiously avoided thinking about why the younger man had spent two nights a week with him for the past few weeks, but he was grateful for the company.
"'Lo Ron," he smiled.
"Hullo Remus," Ron replied as he slid onto his stool, waving the bartender over to get his drink.
Remus frowned slightly. Ron seemed off somehow tonight and Remus broke their unspoken 'no questions' rule for the first time. "Alright there Ron?" he asked softly.
Surprised, Ron turned to look at Remus and shook his head in response before he knew he was doing it. "Thought I was hiding it," he said ruefully.
Remus gave him a wry grin. "Not very well," he said quietly. "Want to talk about it or just forget it?"
Ron took a pull from his pint and swallowed. "Reckon I might need to talk about it," he said.
Remus nodded and took a drink from his own glass, waiting on Ron to begin.
"I think I'm queer," Ron finally burst out, face flushing as he said it, glad he hadn't said it loud enough for anyone to hear besides Remus.
Remus blinked, ignored the spark of hope that lit inside him, and turned to look at Ron. "What makes you think that?"
Ron mumbled something Remus didn't hear, cheeks flaming even more.
"Ron? I didn't hear you."
"I said birds don't do it for me anymore, alright?" Ron hissed. "No spark, no reaction, nothing down there, not even for a bloody Veela."
Remus blinked at the vehemence in Ron's voice. "And men… they get a reaction?"
"Not all. More than birds though and a couple get a reaction every time," Ron confessed. He couldn't believe he was telling this to Remus, especially since Remus was one of those 'every time' blokes. Okay, he was the only one that got a reaction every time, not that Ron planned on telling him that.
"Alright then. How do you feel about it?"
"At first, right terrified really. Not so much now, only I don't know what to do about it, you know? How do I even go about pulling a bloke? Had enough trouble with birds and they're supposed to be easy."
Remus chuckled. "Woman are never easy," he said, smile still tugging at his lips as he picked up his drink. "Men aren't much different. If a bloke likes you, he'll spend time with you and around you, might snark a bit at you. Might touch you a hair longer than necessary – nothing obvious – just a hand on your arm or fingers brushing. He'll watch you a bit more than you might expect, those sorts of things."
"Oh," Ron said, thinking about that. Remus did that a lot, did that mean he was interested? "Then what?" he asked, needing a clue about how to go about this.
"Well," Remus said slowly. "Then he might offer to go get a pint or grab some dinner or buy you a coffee. Something innocuous, usually in the day, and only so he can see if you're interested. If it's a complete stranger, he might walk up and offer to buy you a drink if you're in a pub or a club."
They drank in silence for a time, both lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Ron reckoned if he was going to try this dating a bloke business, it might as well be someone he trusted. Not to mention, at least with Remus one of them would know what they were doing.
Swallowing his drink for a bit of liquid courage, he cleared his throat and glanced over at Remus. "Buy you a drink?" he asked, far too casually, hoping Remus wouldn't notice the red in his cheeks.
Remus blinked, studying at Ron for long moments before asking, "Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?"
Ron glanced over at him again and nodded, not trusting his voice.
The spark of hope that Remus had ignored earlier came back with several friends. Smiling, he nodded and said, "I'd love one."
*~*~*
As Ron and Remus left the pub he thought back to the night he'd asked Remus if he could buy him a drink. He reckoned that had been the smartest thing he'd ever done. The last three months with Remus had been great, filled with conversation and openness and all sorts of things Ron had never expected to find with a bloke. But this was Remus; really, he wasn't as surprised as he would have been if it were anyone else.
So far, Remus had been, well careful, with him, and while that had been all well and good at the beginning, he wanted more than heated good night kisses. He wanted to touch and be touched, to feel what it felt like to really be with a man, and he wanted that man to be Remus.
It had rained that day, and as they walked along, an older bloke – obviously pissed off his head – came stumbling around the corner and into Remus, knocking both Ron and Remus down in a huge puddle of mud in the process. The man didn't even stop, just kept on his way mumbling about the walls moving, leaving Remus and Ron to slip and fall once more as they attempted to pick themselves up.
Remus looked down at the mud-covered mess that was their clothing and shook his head. "Come on. We'll wash in the pond out behind the house," he said, not wanting to track mud through the house he'd just cleaned. He ferverently hoped his body wouldn't betray him. He had a thing for men in water and the way they looked with te teasing drops sliding down their skin.
Ron nodded, disgusted at the mess but excited at the prospect of finally seeing Remus naked. Not that he would see much in what little light there was, but still. He followed carefully in Remus' steps, shedding his clothing and wading into the cool water of the pond. A river fed it farther behind the property, so it wasn't stagnant, something Ron found himself grateful for as he ducked under the water, hair slicking to his head as he surfaced.
Remus had taken his clothing off slowly, enjoying the sight of Ron's naked arse wading into the pond. He'd been having a difficult time keeping things slow, and he knew himself well enough to know he may well give in this time. There was something inherently sensual about water sliding along the hard planes of a man's body, and Ron's body was beautiful without the gilding the water and light the waning moon painted him with. He felt his body reacting and hurriedly slipped into the water, hoping the light was too low for Ron to see his body's reaction.
Remus was out of luck. Ron had seen the outline of the older man's rigid prick and swam over beside him. "Feels good yeah?" he asked in a whisper, afraid to startle Remus out of the pool.
Remus submerged himself and came back up pushing his hair out of his face before he answered. "It does, yes."
Ron's eyes darkened as they roved over what he could see of Remus, skin glistening with drops of water, and he couldn't help but reach out and slide a slick hand over Remus' shoulder. Pleasure spread from his fingertips to his groin and he moaned softly. "You feel good," he said, immediately kicking himself for saying something so inane.
Remus' eyes closed briefly before he snapped them open. "Ron," he began warningly, "don't begin something you aren't prepared to finish."
Licking lips that had gone dry, Ron replied, "I'm ready. I've been ready. I don't want to wait anymore."
Remus groaned and pulled Ron against him, reveling in the feel of hard muscle and slick skin, their body's aligning perfectly, prick against prick and chest against chest and he gasped at the heady pleasure of it. Fastening his mouth on Ron's they rocked together, moving slowly toward the bank for better purchase on the bottom of the pod, grinding their hips together as they kissed fiercely.
Needing more, Ron reached between them and curled his hand around Remus, stroking hard and fast, crying out when Remus did the same. Faster and faster their hands moved, lips and tongues and teeth marking necks and throats with bites and sucking kisses until Ron stiffened and came, the feeling of it hitting Remus pulling his own orgasm from him.
They leaned against each other, holding each other up, and grinning, Ron said, "I think I'll keep you. Hope you don't mind."
Remus laughed and led Ron toward the back door. No point in keeping Ron from his bed now as the younger man was clearly ready for all the intimacy Remus could offer him. Remus thought back over his past relationships and on what Ron had just said, smiling to himself. Of them all, this one was the keeper. He wouldn't let go until death claimed the last breath in his body.