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Synopsis: Surprising
Songs that inspired the chapter:
Stay With Me – Sam Smith
Lay Me Down – Sam Smith, John Legend
Leave Your Lover – Sam Smith
Notes: I watched gay porn for research. Don't judge me.
Chapter 4: Seek and Keep
Harry returns to the guys with his pint in hand and Pansy on his mind.
"So uh, Harry. What were you and Parkinson just talking about?" Ron asks before taking another sip of ale. "She spit venom at you?"
"Actually, no. She was cool," Harry plays off, glancing back in her direction for a split second, and then he takes a seat at the table of twelve young men.
Viktor pours a large bottle of vodka into small shot glasses. With a wave of his wand, the clear liquid makes its way to the men. "Nazdráve!" he toasts.
"Cheers!" the Englishmen say in unison before tossing the firewater to the back of their throats.
"So Viktor, Ron tells me that you're thinking about leaving the European League and playing in the British League. Is that true?" Harry initiates the conversation while the glasses seem to be magically refilling themselves.
Viktor nods as he picks up the shot glass again. The other men follow suit and take another shot. "Yes," he replies. Since their first encounter several years ago, his English has vastly improved. "I have been thinking about it for several years. The quality of players in the British and Irish League are of a higher caliber. Also, it would be nice to live in another country while I am still young. A bit of exploration before I settle down."
"Well, I'm sure all the league bosses are already reworking their budgets so they can secure you," Ron says with a bit of a blush.
"When is your contract up?" George asks.
"In about two months; then, I am a free agent," Viktor replies.
"Nice," Harry chimes in, while nervously looking at the third vodka shot he's supposed to take.
"Any idea where you'd like to settle?" Ron inquires.
"I am thinking somewhere either in London or just outside. I like the idea of being close to the city but having the room to do some flying," he responds casually.
"Should we switch to beer? We don't wanna end our night before it's even begun," Ron suggests with a smirk.
"Good idea, Ron. I'll get a few more pitchers," George says. "Could I get a few of you other gents to help me?"
Two of Harry's Auror friends help George carry several pitchers and pint glasses back to the table. The men catch up and talk about everything from Quidditch, politics, some of the cases they are allowed to disclose, nostalgia, marriage, and the beautiful women at the bar—which inspire the party to disband slowly. There are, indeed, some distractingly attractive ladies all around them—Harry can't seem to keep his attention focused on the conversation with Ron and Viktor.
"Excuse me; I need to use the loo. Too much to drink," Viktor says, noticing Harry's disinterest.
"I'll join you. I need to piss like a racehorse," Ron adds.
"Oh, alright. I'm going to go see what the other guys are up to," Harry says, also getting up from the table.
Ron follows Viktor to the bathroom. While relieving themselves, the men look at each other with a smile, but another man takes the urinal between them. Regaining their composure, they focus on their business at hand. They both take their time washing their hands and wait for the other man to leave. Once he is out of sight, Viktor casts a locking charm on the door and flashes a mischievous smile. Ron grabs the coy Bulgarian by the back of the neck, and his greedy mouth takes bold possession, allowing his tongue to dip and encircle that of his secret lover's. Their hearts pound — the wait has been excruciating. Viktor grabs fistfuls of Ron's shirt while the redhead pushes him against the tile wall. The kisses grow more heated and frenzied as if every moment could be their last. Ron pries his lips away and says, "I've wanted to do that all day long. Merlin, you have no idea how bad I wanted to take you up against the bathroom wall in the showers."
"I could say the same thing. Do you understand how hard it was to not get hard looking at your precious freckled arse?" Viktor jokes impishly.
"Oh, and you just casually walking through the locker room flaunting your sexy muscled body and that tempting cock swaying back and forth. You're such a tease," Ron's passion for the man is insatiable, and he licks Viktor's neck from shoulder to earlobe. Being pressed up so close, their bulges harden, straining to be released.
"Well, my love. Are you ready to get out of here?" Viktor asks as he grabs Ron's buttocks with force and yearning.
"What do you think?"
—xoxox—
Around six months ago...
The Department of Magical Games and Sports is holding an event with the Department of International Magical Cooperation in honor of the year's most civic-minded Quidditch Players and their contributions to wizardkind around the world. Ginny is being honored as Rookie of the Year and takes Harry, Ron, and Hermione with her. It turns out to be a great night with excellent food and drinks. Ron is incredibly star struck being surrounded by all of the athletes he has admired through his youth and some of his current favorites. Hermione is incredibly distracted and keeps looking at her watch as if she has somewhere she needs to be. She and Ron have only been engaged for a few weeks, and he has noticed a shift in her behavior; he's afraid she's getting cold feet. He looks up and sees Viktor Krum staring up at them. Between the doubt Ron has about Hermione, and now seeing her ex-boyfriend looking their way, an angry jealousy stirs inside of him.
"I'll be right back," he says to Hermione without waiting for an answer. Ron stomps over and confronts Krum, "Why do you keep staring at her? You had your chance. She's with me now, got it?"
"I am so sorry. I did not mean to stare," the young Quidditch superstar says.
"You'll be sorry if you don't stop looking at her," Ron seethes.
"I...I was not looking at her. I was looking at you. I am sorry. Forgive me." Embarrassed, Viktor tries to walk away.
Ron grabs him by the wrist and demands, "What d'you mean you were looking at me?"
Viktor nervously says with his cheeks flushed, "You are handsome, Ron. More handsome than I remember."
Ron is one: in a state of shock because Viktor remembers his name, and two: has a strange stirring in his chest with this man telling him that he is handsome. The truth is, Viktor is also more attractive than when they first met six years ago. Ron feels his cheeks go pink and says, "Oh. Um. Thank you. Um...I'm sorry for getting upset."
"It is alright. Hermione and I do have history. I can see where you came to that conclusion. I am...um...not like that anymore," the conversation is getting increasingly more difficult for Viktor to carry on as he's not sure how Ron will react or who around them will overhear.
"Oh," Ron says, understanding Viktor's suggestion.
Hermione interrupts, "Ron, I'm going to head back to my flat. I'm not feeling well. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Oh, what's wrong?" he asks, concerned.
"I have a slight fever. I should attend to it and make sure it isn't anything too bad," she responds then turns her attentions to Viktor and gives him a hug, "Hello Viktor! I'm so sorry I didn't have the opportunity to catch up with you tonight. Maybe soon?"
"That would be nice, Hermione," he says perfectly.
She passes him a smile before giving Ron a kiss on the cheek goodbye.
"Are you two serious?" Viktor asks Ron.
"We recently got engaged, but I don't know if she's sure. She's been acting strange for the past few weeks," he sounds dejected as he admits this to his former idol.
"Would you like to talk about it over drinks? Maybe away somewhere quieter?" Viktor implies what Ron already knows.
The Wizarding World is trite and gossipy. Even the slightest rumor of he and Hermione's relationship being on the rocks would end up on the front page. Ron hesitantly nods and follows Krum's lead.
They end up at a small muggle pub where they know they won't be recognized. Both men are naturally shy, so initiating conversation is difficult. The bartender hands them two pints, which they drink quickly. By the time the alcohol courses through their veins, conversation comes to them more easily. Naturally, they discuss sports first. Ron tries hard not to sound like such a fan. He has followed Krum's career since before the Triwizard Tournament. Ron talks about his abysmal time as Keeper, with the exception of one or two matches he won. In a way, discussing Quidditch lets the men learn about each other's confidences and insecurities. As the night progresses, they find themselves slowly inching closer together. Ron is still tall and lanky, but his jaw and cheekbones have become more defined. Under the influence of liquid courage, Viktor slowly touches the side of Ron's well-chiseled face. Much to his pleasure, he doesn't recoil. Instead, Ron also places his hand against Viktor's broad, muscular face and peers into his dark eyes which are made even more dramatic by his dark brows. There is something about touching his stubbled face that ignites something in Ron's soul. They both hesitantly lean into each other for a kiss. It's soft and chaste, but it feels so right. Ron lets out a nervous laugh and bites his lip. It just dawns on him that he kissed a man in public. It's not until he looks around and sees other men chatting and kissing that he realizes that Viktor took him to a gay bar.
"Hey, um…" Ron finds himself touching the hand Viktor has wrapped around the pint glass. Viktor interlaces his fingers with Ron's and moves the glass out of the way. Ron struggles for the words and continues, "How did you...I mean...me? How did you know something about me that I didn't know about myself?"
"I did not, really. I guess, I hoped. You just look so….handsome...I could not keep my eyes off of you. You were always close to Harry, and you did not seem very interested in girls," Krum points out.
"Oh," Ron says, a bit shocked. He scratches his head, trying to put the pieces together.
Sad and unsure of himself, Viktor says, "I am not out, and no one knows. I want to leave Bulgaria as soon as I can...To be this way, there, it is not safe. It is much more acceptable here. There are not any openly gay professional players yet. But if I came out here, it would be safer than back home."
"How much longer do you have on your contract?" Ron asks while rubbing Viktor's hand with his thumb.
"A few months," he responds but doesn't want to talk about Quidditch anymore. He yearns for more intimacy. "I want to kiss you again. Is that okay?"
"I was thinking the same thing," Ron blushes before leaning in for another kiss. This time it's much more passionate. He moves his hands to Viktor's muscular chest and feels his heart pounding frantically. Viktor grabs Ron by the back of the neck and pulls him in close.
Contentment. That is what they feel. They have both kissed women, before but this is beyond lust and attraction. This is honest. This is true.
After they leave the bar, promises are made to see each other again, and so the tryst begins. Ron attempts to expand Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes in Eastern Europe, and Viktor takes meetings with various British and Irish Quidditch clubs. They make every excuse in the world to see each other.
—xoxox—
When they make love to each other for the first time, they fumble like awkward teenagers. Ron has Viktor's legs on his shoulders while slowly driving into his lover. Ron stops when he sees Viktor shed a tear. "Am I hurting you? Do we need more lube? I can go slower."
"No no no. I'm just—so happy," he leans up to kiss Ron and grabs his hips and pulls him in.
—xoxox—
Ron and Hermione are both so preoccupied with their affairs, neither of them realizes what has been going on behind their backs. In the month that Hermione is gone for business, Ron spends every moment he can with Viktor. Sharing a flat with Harry would usually make things difficult, but Harry has been spending every night over at Ginny's.
When Hermione returns, Ron realizes that he cannot live this charade any longer. After Harry and Ginny's wedding, he plans on calling off the engagement. Excitement builds in his heart. He will see Viktor in a few days time at Harry's stag do and will tell him the good news.
"Uh, hello. We have two standard, adjoining rooms reserved under 'Weasley,'" Ron tells the woman at guest check-in.
"Ah, yes Sir. I see it here. I'll just need a credit card to cover any incidentals," she explains.
"I have got it," Viktor says, taking out his black card and handing it to the clerk. He leans over to Ron, "You have to let me pay for some things."
"Well I'll be paying you back in one way or another," he says suggestively.
"Thank you, gentlemen. Here are your room keys. You both have a lovely view of the London Eye," she hands them two envelopes. "Also, we have a wonderful breakfast buffet that ends at 11:45. If you are looking to sleep in, you can join the Sunday brunch that starts at noon."
"Thank you, miss," Krum says with a nod.
"You're welcome, and thank you for choosing the Corinthia Hotel."
—xoxox—
Maintaining this ruse is exhausting. They walk through their two separate rooms, suspiciously examine their surroundings, and unlock the doors that separate their rooms. Without hesitation, they rip their clothes off. Viktor is just a few inches shorter than Ron and cranes his neck up for a kiss. He impatiently pushes his ginger lover onto the closest bed. Their limbs claw at any remnants of fabric still on their bodies. Ron adjusts his body on the bed and rests his head on the pillows. Viktor slides down Ron's body, eager to take Ron's manhood into his mouth, but Ron protests. "No. Turn around and put your cock in my face. I want to suck yours while you suck mine."
Viktor smiles and agrees. He changes position so that his pelvis hovers over Ron's face and feels his hot breath on his sac. Ron sucks on Viktor's balls and feels the skin contract in his mouth. He then trails his tongue down his taint and licks the rim of his arsehole. He can't resist darting his tongue in and out of his precious hole. Every lick and playful prod makes Viktor writhe and moan. Ron gathers spittle to lubricate the hole before plunging his fingers in one at a time, stretching it out, getting it ready for his cock. While he pumps his fingers in and out with one hand, he strokes Viktor with the other. Viktor's arse cheeks tease Ron with their juicy deliciousness and is compelled to bite and lick his taut, muscled backside.
Krum's groans of bliss are muffled by Ron's prick putting pressure on the back of his throat. He takes him deeper and deeper as his eyes water. He grasps Ron's hips to better control the pace. His cock is fully hardened and lubricated. All Viktor wants now is to feel that cock inside of him. He swings his body around and gets on all fours, letting Ron know that he's ready.
"I missed you so fucking much, Vik," Ron say, resting on his knees with his tip teasing his lover's arsehole. "I'm gonna try to go slow, but I don't know if I can. I just want you so bad."
"Give it to me. Give me all of you." At that, Ron thrusts himself inside of Viktor, and they both yelp from the pleasure and pain of it all. Ron starts slowly before he quickens his pace. Viktor leans backward, so he is almost seated in Ron's lap. They both like this position so they can easily kiss. Ron holds the palm of his hand out for Viktor to lick and spit into; then he starts stroking Viktor's cock in the same rhythm as their hips.
"Oh, Vik. You feel so fucking good. Ugh," he grunts, enjoying every second. Viktor rolls his hips seductively around Ron's cock. "Do you wanna take a turn at me, or do you wanna wait until after I cum?"
"I will wait. This feels good. You might make me cum just like this," he pants as he bounces up and down then grinds deeper onto Ron.
"Oh, fuck! Get back on your knees. I wanna cum on your back, and then I wanna feel your cock in my arse," Ron commands.
Viktor drops to his knees and cries out in pleasure with every forceful thrust. His muscles tighten around Ron's cock, and he feels the member throb inside of him. Ron pulls out and showers his skin with warm, sticky wetness. Ron swipes the cum off, lays on his back and smears the mix of sweat and semen on his entrance. In a seductive, catlike manner, Viktor climbs over Ron and slips his fingers in his arsehole. His digits twist, turn and stretch inside measuring Ron's readiness. After his orgasm, his muscles are relaxed and pliant. Viktor adjusts his position and impales his cock into Ron's enticing hole. He pounds him hard and fast, the sound of slapping skin and manly groans echoing in the room. As Viktor climaxes, he fills Ron with his seed, and the euphoria consumes them.
They lay there, in the wake of lovemaking, a thin sheen of sweat covering them.
"I'm leaving her, Vik. After Harry and Ginny's wedding," he says sweetly and kisses the top of his head. "I love you, and I can't live this lie anymore."
"So we are coming out together?" Viktor sits up excitedly.
"Yes. We'll do this together. You don't have be brave all by yourself," Ron holds Viktor's face in both hands.
"I love you."
"I know."
Viktor and Ron. Yeah...I did that
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