Sorry it's been so long since I updated this, I've been spending a lot of time working on my own original stories. I've hit a wall of sorts with that, and needed a break, so I turned my attention to part four of this series. I wrote this and chapter five a while ago, and hope to post that soon as well. Once again, Ron and Draco are Miz Rowlings toys, I'm just playing with them.
Draco and Ron arrived in Spain by late-afternoon. When Draco had told him that he was going away on business, Ron did not think they would be leaving Briton. Draco had not told him until after their departure, that his business often took him all over the world. Draco asked him what he'd told his family but to be perfectly honest Ron had not said much, only that he would be leaving town for a while. It was not uncommon for his job to take him away for days or weeks at a time, on missions he could not talk about. He hadn't lied to her, exactly, but hadn't specified that his trip wasn't work related either. Hermione had not asked any questions, so he offered no explanation. He did not have to lie to her at all. Though he was sure more questions would follow upon his return, but that he would worry about later.
Ron stood on a balcony, over looking the beach. On the horizon, the sun was sinking below the sea. Ron felt Draco's arms wrap around him. The other man kissed his neck. Ron breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of Draco's cologne. "I'm glad you came." Draco whispered. The blonde rested his head against Ron's shoulder. Ron felt Draco's hand slipping up underneath his shirt. Draco passed his hand over Ron's tight abs to rest on his firm chest. He gave Ron's right pectoral a gentle squeeze. The other hand lowered to grip Ron's crotch. Ron wanted nothing more than the stand there and enjoy Draco's hands on his body, but there would be time for that later. They needed to unpack. "Come on." He said, pushing away from the shorter man. "We should get our stuff sorted away." Draco groan, before placing another kiss on his neck.
That night, Draco and Ron ate in the hotel's restaurant. Ron might not have been hard up for money, but he still couldn't afford to eat at such and establishment on his salary. He did not feel as uncomfortable about being treated out by Draco as he did with most people, but it still unnerved him a little. Ron looked for the cheapest thing on the menu and was ready to order nothing but appetizers, when Draco snatched the menu away and ordered two of the most expensive dishes he could pick out. Dinner was pleasant more so than the one's he had with Hermione, and certainly better than his all too common meals alone. Most of what he ate was fed to him off Draco's own plate, occasionally in between kisses. After dinner they danced for a bit, which Ron found wasn't too bad once Draco got him to relax. They ended the evening with drinks in their room. Draco poured them each a glass of some Spanish rum he insisted Ron try. "If I didn't know better, Mr. Malfoy, I'd say you were trying to get me drunk." Ron said slyly, before taking a sip of his drink. Draco simply raised an eyebrow at him and said "Do I really need to." Ron grinned. It was true. Sober or otherwise, there was no way he wasn't making love to Draco tonight.
It was not long before Draco was leaning over to him, kissing him deeply. Ron unbuttoned the blonde's shirt, needing more than anything to touch his body. Draco shrugged of the offending garment, before starting on his trousers. Once seeing that he was naked, he set to work on Ron's clothing. Soon they were both nude. Draco grinded their cocks into one another as he kissed Ron about the face and neck.
Draco took hold of Ron's wrists, and held his arms down above his head. He began thrusting into Ron in a fucking motion, but only rubbing their members together. A shock like electricity shot through Ron. Draco had told him about frot before, but they'd never tried it. He never expected it to feel so good. Draco continued thrusting, fucking Ron for all his was worth. He was slamming their balls into one another. Ron found it blissfully agonizing. He and Draco came at the same time, coating his belly in their combined seed. Draco's weight collapsed on him, and the other man started kissing him again. Draco rolled over on his side and hugged Ron tightly, in that way he always did that promised they would go again once he'd rested a bit.
Draco nuzzled into Ron's neck, and it made the red head smile. Draco could be quite affectionate when he wanted to be, which as it turned out was quite often. Laying there, soaking in Draco's warmth, Ron thought that perhaps a week away from home wasn't quite long enough. He could stay here with Draco forever. Then the most peculiar thoughts began to pop into Ron's head. Like what Draco would think of his son, Hugo, and how he would like to meet Scorpius during the next break. He began imagining the four of them going on some outing together as a …
"What are you thinking about?" Draco asked. Interrupting his rather silly line of thinking. Ron shook his head and said "Nothing, it's stupid." Draco shook him encouragingly. "Come on, tell me." Ron laughed. He felt like a fool for actually even considering it. Foolish or not, he told Draco everything. Draco was silent afterward. Ron could feel his cheeks warming. He knew they had to be as red as his hair. He looked at Draco, and saw the other man watching him with a serious expression. "Do you want to meet Scorpius?" Ron did not know what he expected Draco to say, but it certainly wasn't that. "What?" Draco rested his head on Ron's shoulder, and began rubbing circles around his chest. "He's always asking me about my friends from Hogwarts. I don't keep in touch with many of the Slytherins anymore, and I'm barely on speaking terms with anyone else. He'd like to meet you, especially since you know Potter." Ron could not ever respond. What Draco was saying was absolutely ridiculous. He couldn't meet Scorpius. Children do not just meet up with their father's mistresses, masters, whatever it was you called the man a married man was sleeping with. Ron turned to Draco, ready to tell him how bad an idea it was, when he saw Draco had already decided to take a nap on his chest. Ron smiled down at him. He kissed the top of Draco's head, loving the feel of soft hair against his lips.
While Draco conducted his business, Ron took in the sights of Spain. He returned to the hotel, laden with gifts for his children, and no idea how to explain how he came about them. He had still not decided whether or not to get Hermione anything. It seemed in poor taste to get her something while on his, supposedly, secret trip with Draco, but it didn't quite feel right neglecting her either. Aside from what if any souvenirs to get, Ron had not though of his wife at all during his stay. His days were spent touring the foreign city, his nights spent dancing and dining with his gorgeous blonde. On their last night, Ron carried Draco into their room and onto their bed. The Malfoy was passed out from a combination of exhaustion and drunkenness. Ron laid him on the bed, and marveled, not for the first time, at his utter beauty. After unbuttoning Draco's shirt and working him out of his pants, Ron went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He caught himself in the mirror and the feeling of shame washed over him.
What the Hell was he doing there, he wondered. He'd left his family, his commitments, to go gallivanting with his former Hogwarts nemesis turned lover. He couldn't do this anymore. He had to break things off with Draco. This, thing, that they had, it wasn't fair to either one of their families. He walked back into the room. Draco's smoothed rippling stomach rose and fell slowly with his steady breath. Ron climbed in next to him kissing his chest, and up his neck. If this was too be their last night together, he wanted to memorize the smooth texture and sweet taste of Draco's skin. He was sucking on Draco's ear, when the other man roused from his sleep. He turned to face Ron and smiled. Ron couldn't help but smile back. They kissed softy, Draco cupping Ron's face. Ron laid himself flat against Draco's body. The aroma of Draco's body filled Ron's nose, he held it for as long as he could before exhaling. He felt himself drifting off to sleep. Perhaps it was his weary, delirious mind that conjured up Draco's voice in his ears, because nothing else could explain the words he'd thought he'd heard next. "I love you."
Ron could not have been more frantic when he and Draco returned home. Had was more determined now than ever to end things with Draco before they could go on any further. It was bad enough when it was just a bit of sex, but Draco had gone and said that he loved him. He had not said any more about it the next morning, but Ron could feel that things were different between them. Draco was treating him more like… a romantic partner rather than just a friend with benefits. They took a port key back to Draco's private room. Ron could barely look him in the eye. Draco stepped close to him running his fingers through Ron's hair. "What's wrong?" He asked.
Ron should have picked that moment to tell him, he knew it. He should have broke things off with him then and there, but he couldn't. So he said nothing. Draco did not press Ron for an explanation. Instead he simply took him in his arms and held him. Ron embraced Draco back. They stood there holding each other for what seemed like hours. When they separated Draco kissed him, savoring his mouth. "I might not be able to meet you for another day or so, but next time I want us to do something special." Ron nodded plainly, still not looking him in the eyes. Draco smiled tilting Ron's face upward. "Don't look so glum. We'll be together again soon enough, my love." There was that word again. Thank kissed one final time before Ron flooed home.
The house was empty when Ron arrived. Hermione had already left for work, and Hugo was at primary wizard school. He walked into his room, dropping his bag by the bed. The house felt especially cold to Ron, in a way that had nothing to do with the weather. It had felt that way for the past few weeks, now that Ron thought of it. It wasn't until he started seeing Draco that he realized how much he dreaded coming home. There was nothing especially bad about it, beyond the fact that it just was his refuge from the world. It was his second job. Before Draco, he often wished that he had someplace, anyplace else to be. Now that Draco had provided that he was more aware of the fact that he loath the thought of returning to the place he shared with Hermione. It wasn't just because of Draco either, it was Rose leaving. Ron adored his children more than anything. They lit up his life, and relieved him of all the worries of his day. Now that he was one short, there was one less thing to help relieve the tension and in two more years, Hugo would he gone as well, and it would me just he and Hermione. The though frightened him, and the fact that it frightened him only made things worse. When had the thought of being alone with his wife become so terrible. Maybe because it would be the first time in his life he wasn't surrounded by warmth and affection.
For the first eleven years of his life, Ron had his parents and siblings. For the next seven, he had the Griffindor boys. After Hogwars he and Hermione moved in together, but that was when they were in the height of their romance, and then they got married and had Rose and Hugo. But somewhere between then and now the woman he use to spend his nights with, snuggled together by the fire, had gone, replaced by the cold distant body that now occupied his bed.
Ron's head fell in his hands, and he breathed heavily. He felt guilty for putting so much fault on Hermione, he was sure he wasn't the same person he was when they married either. She probably hadn't notice the change in herself anymore than he had noticed the change in him, but even that didn't seem right. She always noticed things before he did, hadn't she. Ron still had the rest of the day off from work, but refused to spend it in the cold dead house, he stood leaving his bag where they lay, and disappeared to the Burrow.
Unlike Ron, Draco wasted no time falling back into his old routine. As soon he'd seen Ron off, the showered, changed, and was back at the office. By mid-day, he was finishing a fire call with one of his investors. When the called ended, Draco leaned back in his seat, enjoying the momentary piece. He notice a picture on his desk and picked it up. To everyone else that passed, it was the same picture of Astoria that had always been there, but it had been charmed to show him, and only him, a picture he had taken of Ron during their trip. Ron was naked in the picture, wrapped in cream colored sheet. He looked stunning as always, smiling seductively at Draco. He was turning over in the bed in such a way, that the sheets wrapped tighter around his waist. Draco wanted nothing more that to rip the damned thing from his body, and fuck him silly.
Draco found him self gripping his erection through his robes unconsciously. He couldn't help but think of that first time he and Ron had met in the bookstore. Draco didn't visit the place often, but he went every now and then for a quick nut. That day he was in particular need of getting fucked. He could rely on Astoria for a blow job, if he really wanted it bad enough, though any form of sexual contact with his wife was few and far between. But sometime, Draco needed to satisfied in ways only a man could do. So he was delighted to find a rather handsome specimen in the booth across from his. Dark rich eyes, and matching hair, sent thrills through Draco's body and straight to his cock. The partner's own manhood was also a thing of beauty. As soon as Draco had seen it, he knew he had to have it. The man made him wait, though, as he insisted on tasting Draco's cock first. Draco had always believed their was an art to cock sucking, and clearly the man in the other booth was a master. His skillful lips and tongue threatened to bring Draco over the edge all to quickly. Recalling the events, Draco hadn't even realized that he'd produced his own hard member from his robes, and was stroking it slowly and firmly.
Draco then though about the feel of the handsome stranger's cock as it first entered him. It had been years since he had one so big. Draco had had more than enough experience to know that the few lucky sods that had been gifted in the cock department usually didn't have the foggiest clue how to use them. Not this man. This man knew how to fuck. His pace was controlled, he hit Draco in all the right places, he took the time to enjoy a good fuck, and was in no particular rush to get to the finish, though the finish itself was well worth the wait. Draco stroked himself harder recalling the event. The best part though, had been when he left his booth, at the same time as his man, and turned to see a familiar red head standing next to him. A dozen thoughts must have run through Draco's head. All too complex to handle at once, so he ran. It wasn't until he was safely home that he was able to process it all. He'd just been fucked by Ron Weaslely. Draco's hand gripped his rod tighter at that memory, his eyes now closed.
Despite what ever he had said to the Weasley, despite the fact that he'd meant most of it, none of it took from the fact that Weasley was bloody gorgeous. The most frustrating thing he found about Weasely was that he was a fucking pureblood GOD, and was too bloody stupid to realize it. Even given his meager finances, he could have easily had any pureblood witch he wanted. Fertility was more important to many families than money, and if his own house hold was anything to go by, the Weaslies fucked like rabbits. Hell, that alone would have made Weasley an ideal pick, that he could attest to. His elevated status after the war, only served to make Ron more desirable. He'd even been named Witch Weekly's most eligible bachelor, once Saint Potter had married.
Draco stroked harder, thinking of what he wouldn't give to have been Ron's life mate. Ron had his pick of the litter, and he'd gone and married a worthless, ugly, stupid mudblood. Grangers N.E.W.T.S. meant nothing to Draco, he'd known enough educated fools in his lifetime. The dumb bint probably didn't even have the slightest clue how to satisfy a man like Ron. If she had why would he have even been in such a place. Draco remembered the feel of Ron's lips around him, as he gave himself long, firm strokes. Draco had had many lovers, male and female. He never bothered giving himself a sexual orientation. Such things were for commoners, labels were not something, a Malfoy abided by. He was a sexual being, one who appreciated beauty in all its forms. So he had had all the beauty men and woman could provide, sometimes at once. When the selections of pure bloods in London ran thin, he toured other nations. Spending several years after Hogwarts traveling, England had lost its appeal to him after the war anyway. Draco was forced to settle down somewhat, when his parents decided it was time he marry.
Marriage did nothing to satisfy Draco's sexual appetite. Astoria was beautiful enough, he was quite proud to have her actually, especially when they had produced such a fine handsome son. But she was far too much of a prude for his tastes. She understood the nature of pureblood marriages, though, new there would be other women, other men, and had expected it. As long as Draco conducted himself in the proper manner. Hence his creation of his special room, inspired partially by the one in Hogwarts. The memory of Vince's death made it somewhat difficult to construct the room, but it was well worth it in the end.
Draco suddenly recalled that first time he'd brought Ron, and felt a stream of fluid dribbling down his shaft. Ron and he and met up again later at a pub, they were using adjacent urinals. Seeing Ron's cock again made his mouth water, but they were interrupted. When Draco met him there again later he knew he had to bring him somewhere more private. That was the night he penetrated Ron. The man's arse was every bit as magnificent as his cock. Tight and firm. He wanted to explode in Ron within seconds. After that, Draco had quickly lost interest in his other acquaintances. Why settle for satisfactory sex, when perfection was only an owl away. Thus began their torrid affair.
Draco pumped himself faster, thinking of every position, every location they'd tried. The room was their stand by, but there were hand jobs under the table at lunch, blowjobs, in the restrooms at either of their jobs. Once Ron had even borrowed Potter's invisibility cloak, snuck into Draco's office and sucked him under the desk during a meeting. Draco had wanted to both kill him and face fuck him and the same time. Thank Merlin Ron had finished by the time Draco had to stand to shake hands.
That particular memory was all Draco needed. His dick erupted semen all over his face, robes and desk. His climax was almost as powerful as the ones he'd had when he was with Ron in person. He took several long moments to catch his breath, not caring at all that he was covered in his own cum. When he finally did recover and clean himself off, he was overcome with the need to see Ron, and it brought a smile to his face. His growing affection had come as quite a surprise to him. He'd never gotten personal with anyone before, no matter how great the sex was. But Ron was different. Somehow, somewhere, sex had become the added bonus of their relationship, and not the sole purpose of it. Draco liked spending time with him, he liked talking with him for no other reason than to hear the sound of his voice. Ron was often the first thing he thought of in the morning, or the last thing he thought of at night. He had never been closed off to the idea of love, but had never actively sought it either. He never felt the need to. But somehow, love had found him, and that was just fine with him. Draco looked at Ron's picture again. His physical desire having been satisfied, he now saw only Ron, the beautiful, vibrant man he had come to love with all his heart. Yes, Draco was a married man, but that was, for all intents and purposes, a business contract. Just like any other. It had no sway over who he fell in love with. The thought of being in love with someone other than his wife, presented no conflict to him what so ever.
And there in lie his problem. For while Draco was happier than he had been in years, Ron was in torment. And both for the same reason. Ron was steadily coming to terms with his own growing feelings for Draco, and had no idea what to do about them.