Ron looked up at Harry from underneath his best mate's four poster bed. He had been laying there all night, after casting an invisibility charm on the mattress above him that cleared the view between Ron's amorous eyes and Harry's tight bum. Ron loved the way it squished up against the now-transparent sheets. He could stare for days; in fact, since Hermione had taught him the spell, he had been coming to this slightly uncomfortable spot every night to gaze upon the enchanting buttocks of his best friend. His mind lost in dreams of touching the sweet, bare ass of the Boy Who Lived, Ron didn't notice as the very same boy stirred and opened his eyes. He had been having a particularly sexy dream involving a certain red-haired boy who was currently situated underneath his own bed, a fact Harry was startled to discover upon his waking.
"Ron what the fuck?"
Ron was stirred out of his reverie by Harry's sudden exclamation. A beet red blush seeped quickly and throughly across his face as he realized the location in his pants his hand had been reaching toward merely seconds previously.
"Oh uh.. hey?" Ron attempted to sputter out nonchalantly, but there was no way to explain this. "Hey Harry, I was just hanging out under your bed, watching your ass as you slept and just about to masturbate to the thought of licking it while you expertly stroked the underside of my cock." That would go over well, Ron was sure.
"Wait, what?" Harry sounded incredulous. "You want to what?"
Shit. Ron had always had trouble differentiating between his inside voice and outside voice in stressful situations, and it seemed that this time, it had really done him in.
He had turned away from Harry to sort out his thoughts, and as he looked back at his friend he hoped that the other boy would have thought his last sentence was simple sarcasm. But what Ron saw on Harry's face was not a look of disgust. In fact, it was not a look at all. It was Harry's throbbing member.
"Harry, wha-" Ron attempted to choke out.
"Shh I have wanted this for a long time, and I know you have too," Harry crooned as he slid a hand back behind Ron's head, weaving his fingers through the flabbergasted teen's fiery hair. "Tast me."
Ron gulped and, quivering with excitement, brought his lips toward the pulsating mouth of Harry's erect joystick.
Then they had sex.
A lot of it.
The end.
