Title: Burn
Pairing Ron/Bill
Warnings: Chan
Rating: R? I'm not sure.
Word Count: 500
He woke from a sound sleep to a high pitched shrieking that would not stop.
It took him a few moments before his sleep and alcohol deaden brain to identify the sound as that of his baby brother, and from the hysterical tone, and hoarse and mucus clogged sound it had been going on for a while.
If he was here to watch Ron, Bill supposed, he should probably take care of him. The sound tore at him, compelled him out of the room.
Bare feet silent on wooden floors soft from wear, not needing his light to find his way. He didn't bother with light. Ron had had these nightmares since the twins had turned his bear into a spider. They were less frequent now than they had two years ago, but still cropped up once in a while.
Bill settled himself on Ron's narrow bed, still in the dark. He promptly had his arms and lap full of shuddering and sobbing child. He shushed him, low soothing tones, husky from sleep as he reminded Ron it was just a nightmare, there were no spiders, and he was safe.
Ron had been left alone in the dark and scared too long, and quieted slowly. Bill yawned. He was still exhausted from a day of swimming and playing with his baby brother, then staying up late and having a drink or two with the friends he'd invited over after his sibling had been tucked in.
Foggy and sleepy, his motions uncoordinated and clumsy, Bill lay back on the bed. He leaned against the headboard and let Ron sprawl against his chest and legs. Ron was still sniffling and quivering with the remnants of the nightmare. Bill wrapped his arms around him as he slid further down in the bed and held him tightly.
The top of Ron's head fit nicely beneath his chin, Bill noticed, and the small form fit nicely into his arms. He tightened his hold protectively, tucking Ron closer. The warm surge of protective love surprised him.
That it went straight to his cock caught him off guard and he tried to subtly shift away.
Ron clung tighter to him with another soft and mewling whimper. Bill stilled and stopped trying to escape. Ron was too young, too scared, and too sleepy to know what was pressed against him, much less what it meant. Instead Bill opted for being very still.
It was going to be a very long night, Bill decided when wet and sticky lips planted an open mouthed kiss of gratitude and affection on his throat. Fortunately, Ron drifted to sleep immediately afterwards, warm breath puffing across the damp skin.
Bill lay there as the early morning room seemed to set the room on fire with it's light. He thought how appropriate the blazing light was. He was surely going to burn in hell for now painful arousal trapped between them, caused by his eight year old little brother.
But he didn't leave either.