Double Play

Something I had
to write.

Harry suppressed a gasp as he heard the muffled groan coming from
Ron's bed. It was after-hours, and Harry had been lying awake on his
back with a bout of insomnia, when he first heard Ron shifting under
his blanket. It surprised him a bit, because Ron was usually slept
like a rock. He was just about it whisper his friend's name when he
heard the sudden groan from underneath the bedclothes.

Harry tried to breath normally. That hadn't been a sound of distress
coming from Ron's bed, but quite the opposite. He turned is head
carefully so Ron wouldn't notice he was awake and looked over at him.

Ron was lying down on his back too, facing the ceiling though his
eyes were closed. The blanket that covered his body was rising and
falling rapidly. Harry's eyes widened as Ron suddenly turned to bury
his face in his pillow and moan, realizing exactly what Ron was
doing.

He was jerking off.

The thought made a rush of blood flow through Harry's nether regions.
Seamus Finnegan had made all the boys in the dorm agree to take any
“late-nighters” in the bathroom because he wanted a good night's
sleep this year—with five sixteen year-old boys living and sleeping
in one room, someone was bound to do something. Ron had
obviously broken that contract, and Harry wondered if this was the
only time he had done so.

His heart raced; thinking of the sexual things Ron may or may not
have one made Harry feel both excited and ashamed because of it.
Ron's breaths were coming in short spurts now, and Harry's body
responded—he was suddenly fully aware of the hardness that pressed
against his boxers.

He couldn't deny the hand that crept down underneath his clothes
without his permission and began to touch himself, wrapping it's
fingers fully and firmly around his dick. Harry's hand went up and
down, surprising himself with his own urgency as he started off hard
and fast, not even bothering to work himself up as usual.

He closed his eyes and the first thing that appeared was Luna—only
her hand was his—she was
jerking him off, her mouth slightly open, lips wet, breathing heavily
and staring at him sexily with heavy-lidded eyes—

Another moan from Ron—he was biting the pillow now—and Harry
allowed a small growl of his own and a definite and rough pump on his
cock that made him do it again.

Oh shit. Was Ron looking this
way? Harry kept his eyes closed, not wanting to know the answer and
not caring, because Gods this
felt so damn good, More, Luna, he
begged silently to the blond in his dream, as she jerked him harder
and harder. She released his dick—Harry frantically brought his
hand up to his mouth, licked his palm all over, and plunged it back
underneath the covers. Please, Luna...he
begged again, and now he was kneeling over her beautiful, naked form,
plunging his throbbing dick into her tight, dripping pussy...

“Oh,” Harry breathed, and
Ron sucked in his breath—yes, he loved this, he liked hearing Ron
jerk off a foot away from him and hear his pleasure, and Gods did he
want to fuck Luna right now, fuck her hard—maybe while Ron
watched—joined in—

Harry could feel the climb to climax beginning as he saw himself
behind Luna now, fucking her hard as he pulled her into him by
holding onto her waist, slapping his balls against her wet clit with
each pump.

His dream-eyes traveled up Luna's body, from the small, round and
plump ass right below him, to her thin waist—Luna's head was
bobbing up and down on Ron's dick. Ron 's head was thrown back and
his hands dug into Luna's hair, making her choke down his dick deeper
every time—

Harry moaned again, not bothering to hide it, he was going to do it—

Harder harder harder! he
screamed silently, seeing Luna's slick cum all over his cock whenever
he retracted, and her juices all over Ron's cock as she
sucked—yes—she was sucking her own cum off of Ron's dick while
Harry fucked her, loving the taste—

Harry's eyes burst open and he met Ron's gaze, groaning long and hard
as he forced himself to bury his mouth his his pillow as he came—

Ron was groaning into his pillow too, and the look of absolute
pleasure told Harry he was coming too—

Their eyes were still locked, but Harry was seeing the scenes in his
head as he came hard into Luna's pussy and Ron came hard into her
mouth—her back arched as she reached orgasm at the same time—his
juices were dripping from her pussy, just as a drop of Ron's juices
escaped her mouth and dripped from her pink, swollen lips—

“Luna,” the boys moaned
as Harry came all over his hand.

Harry breathed hard, gulping for air as he stared at Ron, who was
doing the same.

Luna?

That hadn't been part of the dream.