Bloody Fantastic
Harry Potter awoke from yet another nightmare, even though he had killed Voldemort over a year ago. He looked over at Ron Weasley, sleeping on his stomach and snoring lightly into his pillow. Merlin, he thought as he looked at Ron's sleeping face, you are so adorable. These thoughts had troubled Harry at first, until he just put them out of his head as nothing more than their strong friendship. He was about to slide out of bed, when he heard Ron mumble something in his sleep.
"What did you say?" Harry asked, leaning closer to Ron.
"I-I love you Harry." Ron mumbled as he rolled onto his side. Harry almost fell off the bed, then after a minute replied, "I love you too Ron." Harry leaned down and pressed his lips to Ron's mouth.
"Harry!?" the lips below him quivered. His eyes widened as he noticed that Ron was no longer asleep.
"Ron, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." he stuttered.
"Harry, shh." he pressed his finger to Harry's lips. Only for a second though until he replaced it with his own lips.
"Ron..." Harry moaned, letting his lips part as his best friend's tongue touched them. Harry's own tongue came out to meet with Ron's, and the sensation left him trembling. He was so caught up in the kiss that it took him several moments to notice that his shirt was no longer on, and Ron was busy tugging at his jeans.
"Ron, what're you...?" he began, but with a quick tug his pants were finally off. Harry was left in nothing but his boxers, which were tented by his straining erection. Ron slid them off next, making Harry suck in a breath. What did Ron think now that Harry lay naked before him?
"Harry you're... beautiful!" Ron smiled and took off his own clothes.
"Ron... You're..." Harry tried, but there were no words. Ron was very muscular, his abs held Harry's attention in the most remarkable way. Harry's eyes slowly moved down, following the trail of thin, reddish-brown hairs to a much longer patch.
"So, redheads really do have red hair everywhere," Harry said trying to calm his racing heart and lighten the weighty atmosphere.
"So Ginny really wasn't lying about your... wand." Harry blushed, always thinking of himself as average. Ron, on the other hand, was positively huge. Harry turned red at the sight.
"I always wondered what it would be like to sleep with 'The Boy Who Lived',"
"Ron... we've slept together before..." he stopped short as the true meaning of the words caught up to him. Ron leaned forward wrapping his hand around Harry's stiff cock. Harry could barely breathe as he whispered Ron's name.
"May I?" Ron titled his head in the direction of Harry's groin. Harry couldn't seem to speak, so he nodded his head vigorously, gaining a smile from Ron. His red hair was mere inches from Harry's manhood, so close he could feel the heat coming off of it carrying an all too arousing scent. Harry's fingers tangled through that gorgeous red hair as he begged Ron to continue.
He complied swooping down and taking all of Harry into his mouth. The taste of him was nearly enough to send him over; Ron moved his hand down to his own hard member. Up... down, up... down, Ron's head moved faster, taking Harry deeper. They could both feel a tightening inside them, knowing they were close. Sucking in a breath, Harry came, screaming Ron's name and yanking on the soft red hair.
Ron heard Harry scream his name, but it was only when he yanked his hair and came in his mouth that Ron realized how close he really was. Gulping it all down, Ron gave his own cock another quick tug and came all over Harry's legs.
"Harry... that... was...amazing!" Ron said kissing him gently.
"No Ron, that was bloody fantastic!"
