Title:
To Burn at Both Ends
Rating: Maybe R? it's not that bad
Pairings:
DM/RW, OW/RW
Warnings: 17 year olds sexing 13 year olds, 13 year
olds sexing 13 year olds, lol
Author's notes: I was just
originally going to do hot three way Draco/Ron/Oliver sex, but then a
dumb plot idea came and bit me on the ass. Plus I somehow had to
include the words "dog snot" and "a bowl of
spaghetti"... so thus this little delerious bit of fic happened,
most of it was written at 2 a.m.-ish so forgive me if it sucks. It's
verrrry sappy. And it's not a threesome, it's more of a triangle that
never really gets developed. Oh well i could always do a sequel....
that is if it doesn't suck as much as I think it does.
Dedication:
Sarah
who
gave me a story idea in my time of need. here goes
nothing.
He is burning at both ends. Hot
and furiously. It's more then a 13 year old boy should have to
take.
It all started in November, at the start of Quidditch
season. He had watched Oliver Wood with hot eyes, comparing him
unknowingly to his god Viktor Krum. Oliver offered to take him flying
one day, and stupidly, clumsily, he had agreed.
It had been a fine day. Oliver flying, laughing, lazy arcs in the sky. Ron had watched with his burning eyes, unaware that Oliver was eyeing him the same way. Breathing in his white milk complexion, slowly relishing the halo of red hair in the sun.
Ron, a blushing, stuttering mess, had thanked Oliver afterwards for taking him flying, and had been completely taken surprise by the spontaneous kiss that followed.
Taken
completely by surprise of such a moment of tongue, of utter
caressment, velvet to the core of his soul. Oliver was patient, hands
gripping Ron's shoulders as if to keep him from falling. When Oliver
pulled away, the tips of their noses touched, and Ron lost restraint
for a minute. He pulled Oliver back and kissed him deeply, and it was
a painfully awkward thing of lip and teeth, but the point was
recieved. And Oliver laughed, happily, and Ron pulled away shyly
thinking to himself that no one had ever been this nice to him, not
even Harry.
"I really like you Ron," Oliver said. "You
are so beautiful." These words made Ron's heart beat even
faster.
And Ron was so happy because that moment felt like his
own. A beautiful fall day that was everything he could want.
They
walked back together to their dorms, wide smiles on their faces that
couldn't be wiped off.
The
next day during lunch, after convincing himself that it wasn't a
dream, Ron helps himself to a big bowl spaghetti, slurps it up and
blushes furiously when he sees Oliver watching him front of the
table.
Afterwards, in the shadow of the hallway, between classes,
they kiss frantically. Ron finds his fingers in Oliver's hair, can
feel Oliver's strong body against his. It feels painfully good.
Oliver opens the kiss, mouthing sweet things with his tongue into
Ron's mouth. Ron moans into the kiss, and then Oliver senses his
boundary and stops.
"Ron I'm sorry."
"What?
Why?" Ron asks a little breathless, not quite grasping the
words.
"This is too fast. You are too young."
"I'm
not young," Ron says defiant. And what a sight he is. Mussed
hair, red face, rumpled robes.
"I'm just saying that I can't
do it with you yet. I want to wait until you get a little older."
Oliver says.
"But this is your last year here..." Ron
says. "Don't you think I'm old enough to figure out what I
want?"
"Honestly? No." Oliver says this too
quickly, and curses himself for it.
Ron's response is a punch in
the face. Oliver falls backwards into the hallway, half of his face
numb and stuttering helplessly. "Bastard!" Ron yells, then
runs away sobbing.
Oliver lays there for a minute. Gingerly
touching what will soon be a black eye. He thinks for a long
time....
At Honeydukes Ron stalks the aisles in a rotten mood.
Harry and Hermione are leaving him out. And Malfoy tripped him
earlier. Then there's the fact that he hasn't seen Oliver for a day.
What a coward, he thinks to himself, but then he's the one in a
completely abandoned section at Honeydukes, holding up a chocolate
bar, pretending to look at it. He's in such a bad mood that he can't
even properly indulge his sweet tooth and he blames it on no one but
Oliver.
"You should probably put that back, you know you
can't afford it." A silky, snide voice whispers into his
ear.
Ron, startled, turns to find Draco behind.
"Malfoy."
He growls. "Bugger off."
"Mmm, but I'd rather...
bugger you.. off" Draco mummers pushing Ron agianst the shelves,
trapping him hip to hip.
"Ahh, bastard! Don't touch me,"
Ron says trying to wiggle away without causing a scene, which seemed
to amuse Draco even more.
"Oh no you're not getting away."
He laughs, grabbing Ron's jaw and forcing him into a kiss. The kiss
is so different then Ron's first with Oliver. Draco is demanding, and
his kiss promises nothing. He wants to take Ron over with this
violent act. Wants to suck out his soul. And Ron just can't pull
away. Think of something,anything, Ron thinks to himself. Think of
mum, think of dog snot, think of Oliver.
"Ron?" Comes
the horrified voice as if on cue.
Ron pushes Draco off of him
enough to see Oliver looking shocked. Ron can't think of anything to
say. Oliver's face morphs horribly from shock to disgust. He turned
and walked away.
Don't let him go, Ron thinks and he knows he
can't let his pride stop him. He shoves Draco away, and runs after
him.
"Oliver please wait!" Ron yelled, once they get out
of Honeydukes.
"Why should I?" Oliver turned around to
say. Ron could see the dark bruise circling his eye. "You said
you knew what you wanted and there you were kissing that git!"
"He
forced me! I didn't want to." Ron pleaded, Oliver had stoped
walking away from him, so maybe he had a chance to explain what
really happened.
"He cornered me. I didn't know what was
going on."
Oliver laughed bitterly. "And if I were to
believe you?"
"You should. Because I may be young, but I
love you." Ron says these words not expecting anything, yet not
able to hold back the words.
"You're the beautiful one."
Ron says waiting, waiting for he doesn't know what. Oliver says
nothing. But it's true, his words were no lie. To him at that moment,
nothing is better to Ron, then Oliver Wood, with his expressive eyes,
his sensuous mouth, those big, strong gentle hands.
"You're
not just saying that are you?" Oliver asks.
"No
Oliver." Ron says stricken, wishing Oliver could just know, as
if things were that easy.
"Comere." Ron obeys, creeping
closer. Oliver then kisses him, gently. The softest touch Ron has
ever known.
They leave Hogsmeade togther.
At night Ron is in
Oliver's bed, a silencing charm hanging over them. Oliver wants to go
slowly, but Ron is so excited, panting heavily in his ear. Oliver
strokes the front of his pajama pants, kissing Ron's white throat.
"Oooh Oliver," Ron whispers. And then Oliver snakes his
hand down inside the flannel. And strokes, very gently, maddeningly
up and down Ron's erection. They kiss, Oliver pushing his tongue into
Ron's mouth and Ron comes with a soft moan, biting Oliver's lip.
Smiling at the cuteness of his lover, Oliver cuddles him pressing
him into the bed, wrapping his arms tight around him.
In the
morning Oliver awakes to a very red faced Ron looking down at
him.
"Hmm?" He mumbles wiping the sleep away from his
eyes. "Is everything okay?"
"Yes!" Ron says a
little too loudly.
Oliver smiles wickedly. "Tell me."
"Um,"
Ron's face has turned that bright red agian, Oliver doesn't think
he'll ever get sick of that. "Youknowthatthingyoudidtomelastnight...
Iwannadoittoyou"
Oliver silences him with a kiss. It doesn't
want to take Ron over, it just wants to love him, and it does.
