Habits, Temptations and Desires
Chapter I
Summary Harry Potter has a habit of sleeping naked. Ron Weasley has a habit of watching him sleep.
Warning Contains masturbation over another bloke. Don't like, don't read – rated M for a reason!
A/N The idea came from OotP – on page 515 there's a line that says "Then he undressed and got into bed." No pyjamas or any other clothes were mentioned so the idea of this fic was born. P Hope you enjoy it, please review afterwards!! Virtual cookies for all reviewers!
Harry Potter has a habit of sleeping naked. Ron Weasley has a habit of watching him sleep.
When Harry undresses to go to sleep, Ron pretends to be busy changing into his (usually maroon) pyjamas, while secretly watching his best friend.
Ron can't help but be tempted.
He watches how Harry's robes ruffle his hair – making it messier than usual – as he pulls them over his head; how Harry casually shrugs off his school shirt, revealing the creamy, smooth, perfect skin of his shoulders and back; how Harry's hands speedily unbuckle his belt, allowing his trousers to fall past his slender hips and onto the floor, to be thrown carelessly aside; and how Harry – almost teasingly – pushes his boxers slowly over the crest of his peach-like bottom, dropping them on top of the pile of his school clothes.
Ron's breath catches in his throat at the sight of a fully naked Harry – every time. It is all Ron can do to stop himself from launching himself across his bed to push Harry down onto his bed, pinning the latter's irresistible form under his own.
During these moments, Ron has to force himself to turn away; concentrate on getting changed; force out an acceptable response to Harry's drowsy "'Night, Ron."
Ron can feel the heat building in his face and in his nether regions, and hurries into the bathroom, snatching his wand from the bedside table as he leaves, and locks the door behind him, breathing heavily. He reaches for his throbbing member under the waistband of his trousers, feeling it straining for release. Ron pulls down his pyjama bottoms, freeing his member from its restraints, the cool air of the bathroom serving only to heighten his arousal.
Ron strokes himself, slowly at first, then builds up to a rapid rhythm, wishing with all his heart that it was Harry performing these ministrations on him; Harry's hands all over his hardness. These thoughts alone suffice to drive him almost over the edge.
Ron's breath and pulse quicken as blood rushes to the base of his shaft, and he bites down on his bottom lip to prevent himself from crying out with pleasure as his orgasm crashes over his in waves, and his release spatters the red tiled wall in front of him. His legs feel like jelly and his knees give way, as he clutches at the sink to prevent himself from falling.
When he has recovered, Ron cleans the wall with a simple spell, rearranges himself and returns to his bed. As he drifts off to sleep, Ron finds himself staring at the bed next to his, the drawn hangings around Harry's bed hiding the object of his desires.
Ron's habit has bred a secret. What started out as temptation and desire is slowly becoming deeper than that…
A/N So, what do you think? Please let me know. I may continue the story, but only if you guys like it. Ideas are welcome!