"Would you shut up?" Harry groaned, covering his face with his pillow.

"I'm just so sick of her," Ron was saying as he tore his robes off in frustration, "She's annoying, and clingy, and…ugh she's so good looking though."

"Okay, well," Harry sat up, "Either break it off with her or do something about it because I'm tired of hearing you complain about it."

"Agreed," said Seamus from across the room, "I'll take her off your hands if you'd like. I always thought Lavender had a thing for me."

Ron looked thoughtful, as though he was actually considering the offer. Then shook his head slightly and kept undressing. Harry was watching. It had been happening more lately and he wasn't sure why, but he had been watching Ron undress. He was still very tall, but after playing quidditch for about two years now, his lanky limbs were turning quite muscular. His arms in particular Harry was drawn to.

Ron glanced over at Harry who quickly dropped his gaze to his quidditch magazine. When he looked up a moment later, Ron was still looking at him. Harry cleared his throat and glanced around the room. Dean and Seamus were immersed in a deep conversation now about a football team. Neville was lazily lounging on his bed reading his herbology book.

Harry looked back over, Ron had averted his gaze and was undoing his belt. Maybe Harry was imagining things but it seemed like Ron was moving a bit slow. Harry shifted in his bed, turning a page of his magazine, but still watching out of the corner of his eye. Ron had removed his belt and tossed it into his trunk. His head was down as he unzipped his pants, but a moment later his eyes had flicked over to Harry.

What the hell… Harry thought, swallowing. He wasn't sure what was going on…but he liked it. Ron knew he was watching. He had to.

Ron had began to pull his pants off, tossing them aside then rummaging around in his trunk. Harry kept watching, the muscles on Ron's toned back rippled with every movement he made. When Ron straightened up he caught Harry's eye and smiled, almost teasingly. Harry felt his mouth go dry.

"Whatcha reading?" Ron asked, tugging his pajama shirt over his head.

"I…um…" Harry stammered, then flipped his magazine closed, "Nothing."

Ron kept smiling then climbed into bed. Harry leaned over and shut his lamp off then laid down, exhaling slowly. Soon the room was dark and silent as the rest of the boys got into their beds and shut their lamps off. Heavy breathing circulated around the room as sleep fell. Harry closed his eyes, trying to relax. But all he could think about was how Ron's pants had settled so perfectly on his hips that Harry had seen the muscular V that angled below his waist. The way his arms looked when they moved and flexed.

A tight, pounding sensation was filling Harry's groin. Harry slowly ran one hand down his stomach and under his waist band. He gently caressed his hardened cock, trying to control his breathing. He thought about the way Ron had smiled playfully at him, as if he had enjoyed Harry's eyes on him. Harry released his throbbing election from his pants and stroked himself softly, he liked to build up the tension before aiming for release. As he tried to not breathe too hard or loud, he suddenly felt a presence near him, he opened his eyes.

"Fuck," he whispered sharply. Ron was standing next to his bed, his arms folded and a smile on his face.

"Well, don't stop on my account," Ron said quietly. After a moment he sat on Harry's bed and pulled the hangings shut.

"I, um…" Harry stammered, trying to adjust his blanket.

"Thinking about me?" Ron asked in a teasing voice, nodding toward the bulge under Harry's blanket.

Harry felt his face grow hot and he shook his head quickly. Ron just chuckled, then he swung his legs onto the bed and scooted closer to Harry, who froze.

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

Ron didn't answer, he straddled Harry's legs and slowly pulled the blanket down, revealing Harry's cock, which was still noticeably excited, and getting more so at the closeness to Ron.

"Were you?" Ron asked.

"What?" Harry responded hoarsely.

Ron leaned forward and whispered in Harry's ear,

"Thinking about me?" His hand was on Harry's thigh now, his thumb tracing patterns.

"Yes," Harry replied, swallowing hard.

"Good," Ron said softly. He kissed Harry's jaw softly, moving his way to Harry's lips. Harry felt a surge through his body as it seemed like every inch of him was reacting to Ron's actions. He moaned quietly into Ron's mouth and his hands found there way to the bottom of Ron's shirt where he tugged. He heard Ron chuckle as he pulled away.

"Off," Harry whispered.

Ron pulled his shirt off and Harry pulled him back, finding his lips again. Harry ran his hands over Ron's arms, moaning again as he felt the muscles he had been staring at longingly for weeks. Ron pushed himself closer, his own election rubbing against Harry's through his pants. He heard Ron swear quietly under his breath before lightly biting Harry's bottom lip and pulling back.

Harry was breathing heavily, he felt like his skin was tingling everywhere Ron had touched him.

"You've seen mine," Harry whispered teasingly, eyeing the large bulge in Ron's pants.

"Eager, huh?" Ron replied.

In response, Harry pushed himself up and kissed Ron again, deeply. He parted his lips and shoved his tongue into his mouth. Harry slowly started moving his hips, grinding his cock against Ron's. When Ron moaned Harry thought he would cum just at the sound of it. Ron dropped his hands from Harry's back and quickly lowered his pants.

"Fuck…" Harry whispered as their erections brushed against each other. He couldn't help but look. Ron was noticeably larger than him. He reached down and grabbed it, stroking softly, his hand barely fit around it.

"Yes…" Ron moaned softly, "Fuck…that's good…"

Encouraged, Harry continued stroking, he swirled his thumb around the head of Ron's cock and Ron shuddered, letting out a small sigh of pleasure. Harry increased the speed of his stroking and then gasped when he felt a hand around his own cock.

"Can't let you have all the fun," Ron whispered in his ear, then kissed Harry on the neck, Harry whimpered slightly, he had never felt so much pleasure in his life and he thought he would explode.

Desperate to be as close to Ron as he could, Harry kissed him deeply again, searching everyone inch of his mouth with his tongue, teasing and stroking his cock with his hand, moaning at the feeling of Ron's hand stroking and teasing him back. Suddenly Ron pulled away with a groan.

"Fuck," he said quietly, rocking his hips and placing a gentle kiss on Harry's lips, "I'm so close…" He kissed Harry again and whispered against his lips, "Cum with me…" he kissed him again and Harry shivered, "Can you do that?"

"Yes," Harry whispered, feeling his own release building up.

"Good," Ron practically purred and Harry shivered again, something about the way Ron spoke to him was driving him wild, "You're so good…" Ron kissed his jaw and moaned in his ear, "Cum for me, Harry."

Harry leaned into Ron and buried his face into his neck as he tried to muffle his cries. Ron rubbed his back, breathing heavily. They sat together for a moment, catching their breath. Harry eventually kissed Ron on the neck and leaned back, laughing slight as he said,

"What the hell did you do to me?"

Ron laughed back and shrugged,

"Had fun, I guess."

"Where on earth did you learn to talk like that?" Harry asked, grabbing his wand and uttering a quick cleaning spell.

"Dunno," Ron replied, pulling his shirt back on and pulling up his pants, "But I like what it did to you." He smirked. "Turned you into a right little slut."

"Oh shut up," Harry said, cuffing him on the shoulder.

"Well," Ron said, stretching, "Better get back in my own bed." He leaned over and kissed Harry. "Good night."

"Night," Harry replied.

Ron climbed out of the bed then said,

"Yeah, I'm definitely breaking up with Lavender."