Lessons

“And you always have to be gentle with girls and listen to them if they say no, even if it’s har—difficult. Ahem...and you should always use the protection spells I taught you after you fall in love and get married and are ready to be having sex. Until then you shouldn’t have to worry about all this. So…ahem…yes, and if you ever have any questions boys you can just ask me and I’d be happy to answer them for you. Do you have any questions n-now?” Arthur ended with a stutter.

Both Harry and Ron stared with wide eyes at the Weasley patriarch and shook their heads. “All right then, go along outside. You have a few hours of sun left to fly. Back in time for dinner yes?” He hustled out of the room quicker than the boys. They ran from the back door and out into the fields and woods behind the Burrow, just remembering their brooms, as neither really felt like flying.

For a while they walked in silence along the little stream in the woods, glancing slyly at one another. Of course, they hadn’t made it past their 13th year without hearing some of that information, but it all seemed so dreadfully real and clinically unclean the way Mr Weasley had said it. All about eggs and charms and being careful. Harry thought it sounded more like the way Uncle Vernon had explained getting his wisdom teeth out, than the hot and scary fun that other guys talked about in the locker room.

Ron threw himself down on a patch of grass, but kept his eyes averted from Harry. He cleared his throat and said, “Do you...do you think it’s that...ya know...serious?”

Harry pulled his knees up to his chest and watched a bird peck on the other shore of the stream. “I dunno. Sure didn’t seem like that when…when Lee was...explaining.”

“Yeah,” Ron said in a sort of dreamy voice. “Maybe it’s just the first time that it’s…weird. Maybe after that it’s no big deal.”

“Maybe. But, then, Lee was talking about...d-different stuff.” Harry ended quietly. They both blushed as a bubble of tension seemed to rise up between them. They’d overheard Lee talking to the twins in the bathroom last term. Not about who’d felt the biggest tits and which 7th year girl would give blow jobs to younger boys like Oliver and his friends. No. About Evan, the Ravenclaw 6th year he had ‘fun’ with. Fun with all sorts of terms they’d never heard before, topping and rimming and lube and prostate. They’d learned more in 15 minutes listening while crammed in the corner of the dark hallway, than in all the vague dorm room boasting sessions combined.

Harry was frozen now like he had been that day, waiting for Ron to jeer and cough, but he didn’t. Still frozen he moved just his eyes toward Ron, but could only see his shoe twisting nervously in the dirt. He opened his mouth to say…something to break the tension, but Ron beat him to it. “Maybe it’s like dad said and it’s better when you l-like the person and trust them and stuff.”

“You think? B-but...” how do you trust some random girl, he wanted to ask. And if you didn’t then what if you never got to try those things? Those bloody hot things Lee talked about that even now had Harry uncomfortably hard. Again Ron’s voice cut through the quiet.

“Could just start with small stuff, right? Just to...try?” he could feel Ron’s eyes on him, hazy through the still thrumming tension. He turned his head and met his best mates light blue stare. Holding his breath he nodded almost imperceptibly and let his left hand fall into no man’s land between them. He looked down at his hand and was shocked to see how close Ron was. There were less than a dozen inches between their hips.

He raised his eyes back up to Ron’s and as soon as their gazes locked he was sure he felt Ron’s great heaving sigh. The tension between them shimmered away and then Ron’s lips were on his, warm and chapped. Ron’s long fingers were in his hair and his tongue hesitantly touched his bottom lip.

Harry let out a whimpering sigh of his own as he felt himself melt. He opened his mouth and without a thought unfolded back onto the grass, with Ron following gratefully. He was irrationally fearful for a moment that Ron would feel his arousal as his legs spread without his conscious thought. But Ron’s shivering moan as their erections lined up with just their thin shorts between them left only one thought in his head. “Yes!” he moaned out, between breath stealing kisses.

He felt his head spin as Ron thrust and cried out with a wordless groan. Harry clutched at Ron’s shirt, and feeling a line of skin below the hem he smoothed his hands up his sides. Ron shivered again and halted his kisses for a second, “Tickles,” he breathed into Harry’s mouth with a smile. Harry grinned back, inordinately pleased with himself, and he thrust up into Ron. They both moaned and Harry wrapped his legs around Ron and flipped them over.

Harry giggled and began to thrust faster. Ron’s hands found his bum and pressed them together even harder. “Yes, Ron!” Harry gasped as the hot skin of their stomachs made contact.

Ron flipped them back again and grabbed Harry’s wrists. Holding them down beside his head and snogging Harry mercilessly. Harry stopped struggling, eyes closed, t-shirt nearly to his armpits, and dizzyingly out of breath. “Oh, Ron, please!” he pleaded, “Gonna—” He arched up into Ron, his face frozen in ecstasy as he came.

Ron watched him come with shaking arms. His mouth descended on Harry’s collarbone as he thrust faster, gripping Harry’s hands even harder and shuddering into his neck as he came. He tried not to collapse right on top of Harry, but only managed to shift a few inches to the side, his head pillowed on Harry’s bicep.

They lay there for several minutes listening to the birds and the stream, their own breathing and still thumping hearts. “So was that serious or fun?” Harry asked with an audible grin in his voice.

“Yes. Serious fun. I think we’ll definitely have to practice that until we get it perfect.” Ron laughed, his chest vibrating along Harry’s side.