Nov.02: I'm back! Okay...already said that like the first time! Everyone
was is resting because they must prepare 4 the family reunion...I actually
get my best ideas during one of those things!
So, let's just get straight into the first big [really big] chappie! But first:
Thanks ~*Aloh*~ I decided to put it out b/c the peeps deserve it and maybe it'll jump start me to writing
Thank you ~*sane-devil-pearlgirl*~ it'll be explain later.already wrote that part!
THNX ~*sexyassron*~ I'm happy too!
Thanks ~*Sheena*~ I hope you will approve it!
PS: I'm going to punch my damn father in the face!
ENJOY!
PPS~ This is the first time I am embarassed about my work.....so I need positive reinforcement
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Chapter 1
*Ding-Dong*
The morning had come and gone and now the afternoon sun shone through their window. Draco, in a T-shirt and boxers, had his head nestled between the mattress and Ron's shoulder.
*Ding-Dong*
"Get it," he groaned, a fluffy pillow pressed against his ears.
"You get it." Ron mumbled. He was lying on his back, breath even, eyes closed.
"I thought you were sleep."
"I was."
*Ding-Dong*
"Ron!" Whined Draco. "Get the bloody door. Please!"
Too late. Ron was back in dreamland. The lucky bastard.
"Fine, I'll get it." Draco begrudgingly got out of bed, reminding himself to pay Ron back later for this injustice. Draco shuffled over to the door and pulled it open without looking to see who it was. "Friday already?"
"Good afternoon to you too Draco!" giggled Hermione as she walked inside. Harry gave him a small pat on the back, apologetically. Even he could still feel the wariness of sleep. Somehow, they had all manage to get the same day off.
"I feel your pain. Now, I think Hermione is playing hooky. I mean, how else is the Manager of International Magical and Non-magical Affairs get a Friday off?" Harry whispered to Draco as he slid inside.
"Well how did Mr. Just-Became-A-Psychologist-"
"Psychiatrist," Harry corrected lightheartedly.
"Psychiatrist, get his day off?"
"I called in sick." Harry said as Draco shut the door.
"So, what's up for today?" He mumbled as he sat on the couch, legs folded under him.
"We might go into the city, go to a play, eat at a new Indonesian restaurant that I've been hearing such wonderful reviews from. Maybe go to a club." Hermione took of her coat, slinging it over a chair.
"Sounds fun."
"Dean and Oliver's coming by later, before we leave." Harry smiled, looking at the forced look of happiness on Draco's face.
Draco lightened up instantly. "Great! What time should we leave? Meaning, who's brave enough to wake up Red?" Draco was happy with Ron's two friends from school but Oliver, though a Gryffindor like the others, was a nice change of pace. He was very insightful; his four extra years of living were actually the gap he needed. Growing up around adults had always made Draco yearn for those of elder years, but sometimes he craved those in his year. That was where Dean came in. He was like him, a newbie of the Golden Trio. Not knowing when to joke or when to be quiet. Like Dean, he had been friends with them for years but no one could replicate the treasured friendship Ron, Hermione and Harry had.
"You want I should make some tea?" offered Draco, not wanting to get too comfortable, then having to get up a while later.
As Draco got up, Ron came out from their room, his hair sticking up from all ends, from all directions. [A/N: Think of Percy in the movie HP and the CoS. You know the part when they're all sitting in the kitchen and Errol flies into the window.] Everyone tried to keep their mouth shut, knowing how much of a grump he's become now that he was spending more and more time at work an less and less time in bed.....occasionally in bed with Draco, but that could be solved later on.
"Hi all. Fancy Face." Ron kissed the top of Draco's head, sitting on the armrest next to his husband. Draco squeezed his eyes shut, mouth closed tight, trying not to laugh aloud.
"Afternoon, sleepyhead."
Ron yawned, stretching his arms. He opened his palms wide and dragged them across his face, into his hair, flattening one side, the rest still upright.
Hermione burst out in a brief giggle at the sight of his new do; Harry was now focused on the clock propped up against the TV stand. They never seemed to get around to putting it up.
"What? What happened? What?" Ron asked looking from Hermione to Draco to Harry.
"Nothing, just your hair." Muffled Harry.
Ron tried fixing it, only causing the other side to flatten, leaving a middle streak of upright tuft.
"Ron," Draco jumped up from his seat, smoothing the Mohawk and the rest of his hair. "I'll start the tea." And he went to the back, to start on their tea.
"What?" questioned Ron once again indignantly.
"Nothing," Hermione answered. "So, are you ready to spend a whole day with us?"
"We always spend Fridays together."
"But not a whole Friday!" Harry exclaimed. Ron just gently laughed. He was thankful that he still had time for friends, that he even still had friends. With all the work he was doing, and the marriage, all he wanted to do now was to spend whatever little free time he had with Draco.
The telephone rang. Ron automatically picked it up. He was rather proud of himself for convincing Draco to allow a few pieces of Muggle appliances in their spacious townhouse.
"Hello," Ron spoke.
"Oh hello! Ron, how are you?" The voice on the other line responded.
"Fine. You, Trudy?" Trudy was Draco's publicist who had just finished working with him on announcing to the world his book.
"Fabulous. Sorry to leave you so soon but is Draco there?"
"Um, yeah. Why? Is there something wrong? So, what's going on?"
"Well, the CNN Book TV channel wants to hold another press conference with Drake. They want to do it today since it was just released last Tuesday in England."
"Well, I was really hoping to spend some time with him today. I do have the day off." Ron scratched his head, walking into the kitchen where Draco was standing at the stove.
"I know, honey, but this could boost sales." She pleaded.
"Talk to him." Ron handed him the phone. 'Trudy' he mouthed to Drake. He took the phone, unfortunately.
Ron knew that Draco could never turn her down and all he wanted to do was spend the day with his friends and husband. Ron stood behind Draco, arms around him, moving him away from the stove and to the small island. The red- haired man rested his chin on his lover's shoulder, kissing him at the nape of his neck.
"I'll do it. I'll be down there. Could you give me 2 hours? Yes. Great! Bye."
"Draaaake," Ron whined.
"Whaaaaatt?" he smiled mockingly, looking over his shoulder.
"But what about today?"
"What about it? It's your day to shine. And plus my book was just released in the U.K. last week and I remember canceling my first press conference for a certain someone who wouldn't let me leave the house. I think he even held be by my ankles so I couldn't move."
Ron got a sneaky little idea. He quietly closed the kitchen door, grateful that the shutters that opened the kitchen to the living room were already shut.
"I wonder who would be so childish?" Ron joked, going up behind him and kissing Draco on the neck once again.
"Year number five."
"Coming soon. I know." His voice lowered. His fingers inched their way across Draco's stomach, resting on the elastic band of his boxers.
"No,"
"Yes,"
"No."
"Yes,"
"Okay," Draco turned around, pressing his body against Ron's. He placed an arm on either of Ron's shoulders. He kissed him, a custom they had done millions of times before, heighten with each bit of laughter that came from the outer room. "We shouldn't." Draco mumbled into Ron's ear as he nibbled at his shoulder.
"Why not?" Ron spread kisses over Draco's face, over his eyelids, mouth, cheeks and neck.
"They're out there. S-so," the blonde man quivered as Ron sucked gingerly at his 'spot' near his shoulder. "Damn you and my sensitive skin."
Ron continued to kiss him, Draco sliding his hands under the T-shirt, lightly scraping Ron's back. Ron, in return, moaned.
"Sssshhh! Do you want them to hear you?"
"Oh well. I think they're used to it by now." Ron maneuvered his husband to the small kitchen island, propping him on top of it.
Draco scooted back, as not to fall off of it. Merlin he loved this man! Ron was so affable, so caring, so incredibly fuckable. Was that even a word? He hastily pulled the worn T-shirt off his husband, revealing that he indeed was still in shape. Lean and tight and young and ready for some lovin'.
God, how he loved that chest! Draco cocked his head to the side and bent forward, taking the small pink nub into his mouth. He rolled his tongue over it, slowly enticing it to stand erect, among other things.
Ron roughly ran his fingers through Draco's hair, his palm grazing the other man's scalp harshly as the silken strands moved with the flow of his fingers. Draco pulled away, looking at Ron, eyes half lidded and darkening.
"Take them off, Mr. Weasley." He scooted back farther, hands leading Ron closer by the waistband of his boxers.
Ron did as was commanded. And there he stood stark naked, in his kitchen with his friends a little ways down the hall. Life was exhilarating sometimes!
Draco smoothly got up from the counter; he still had his Malfoy grace. He stealthily moved behind the exposed man, removing his own clothing as he positioned himself behind his husband.
"Bend over and take it like a man." The blonde growled into his ear, reaching over to the counter, where there was a bottle of cooking oil, bending Ron over in the process.
"Good to know you're still thinking about me."
"Oh yes! Only pure olive oil for my sweetheart." He laughed as he slicked his cock, ready to penetrate his lover.
"Go for it." Ron whispered over his shoulder, giving Draco a small kiss of reassurance on his cheek.
And Draco drove forth, rapidly filling Ron, fitting snuggly. It was a wonderful sensation, as always. He still couldn't believe how desirable Ron was to him. Even after all this time, he still lusted after him. It was probably because he didn't always see Ron everyday. Like next week, he had to go to some seminar in New York to be updated on how they have discovered more ways cancer can occur and new drugs that will be tested for leukemia.
Draco couldn't think about that. About how Ron would be gone for a week.
The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" called Hermione.
"Good," grunted out Ron as Draco thrusted into him. Draco had planted both hands on the counter, while Ron began to 'jack off', so to speak.
"Good looking out," he breathed.
Draco just flicked his tongue over the back of his neck, where the sweat was beginning to collect. He continued his rhythmic plunging.
"It's Dean and Oliver!"
Ron turned to look over his shoulder while rocking back, "Well, say something! You're better at- right there you bastard." Draco's hand had snaked around his front and his palm was making light circles over the dripping tip of Ron.
Draco, ignoring Ron, carried on spreading kisses over the expansion of creamy skin. "Okay," he said loudly, his voice staying neutral.
Draco quickly finished the job at hand, no pun intended, grabbing the nearest dishtowel so that there would be no evidence afterwards to worry about.
Ron was amazed at how Draco was so calm and cool in these types of situations. It wasn't that important as he felt his climax suddenly over come him. Thankful that Draco had the dishtowel ready to go.
Ron leaned against the island after Draco pulled out of him. "We're coming. Draco spilled something. He's such a klutz."
"Am not!" Draco smiled, tossing the now filthy towel in the cabinet, under the sink.
After they made a through check of the room and magicked the water to boil and tea to steep, they left the kitchen, Ron carrying the serving tray. "Hey mates!" greeting the two new guests who had already made themselves comfortable.
"Good afternoon to you two." Oliver smiled, taking a cup for himself.
"Hi," Dean added.
"Why do I have to carry the tray?" Ron complained.
"Because I'm such a klutz, remember?" Draco grinned sweetly as he sat down on the floor in front of the coffee table, handing out cups of tea to Dean and Hermione, who were behind him.
"Oh, I have to go to a press conference today. Do you two want to come with me?" directing the question to Oliver and Dean.
"Of course," Dean answered. Draco knew he would leave with him. Ever since Harry and Dean had that messy break up two years ago, and then their on- again-off-again relationship between that period of time had resulted in an obvious uneasiness to develop around them.
"Sure," Oliver shrugged his shoulders, "Like I'd be caught with these freaks anyway." He joked.
"Blah, blah, blah," Harry teased. It was more than common knowledge that Harry wanted Oliver. And everyone except Harry just as well knew that he didn't want him.
"Well, I'll go get ready." Draco jumped up, suddenly, running upstairs to the bathroom.
"No more caffeine!" shouted Ron.
Hermione giggled. "Well, he was always a morning person."
"I guess anyone would be if it were the afternoon." Harry commented.
Ron just shook his head as he sipped on his tea. He idly watched his friends chat; he heard the shower run from upstairs and with events that had just passed, he was so willing to excuse himself and share a shower with Drake. Maybe he just would.....
"I'll take the dishes." Offered Hermione, the others pitched in, so not to look as bad.
When they were in the kitchen Ron walked in, seeing Hermione perched on the island countertop, Harry sitting by himself and Oliver and Dean putting the dishes away.
"Herm, you might want to move. We kind of just had sex on that thing."
She shrieked. "Ron! Eww! Now I must burn my pants."
The guys watched in amusement as she jumped off the counter in utter disgust.
"I'm kidding." He smiled, "I'm going upstairs. And not to do that." He saw the dirty look Harry gave him. "I want to save on water."
"Okay," they all said. Ron didn't hang around to think of an explanation. He bolted up the stairs, taking them two at a time and approached the bathroom that was inside their room.
Draco was a bit of an exhibitionist, so he would never close the door when it came time for a shower. And he also had the body to expose, so no one really complained.
"Fancy Face." Called Ron, leaned against the doorframe.
"No! Last time I didn't get to bloody go. No." Draco poked his hand out from behind the sliding door.
"I know. I'm not going to ruin your day. I just want to take a shower. It'll take a lot less time for me to get ready."
"Fine. But no hanky-panky." Draco threatened, opening the door wider so Ron could get in.
Ron undressed rather quickly, carefully getting in. Draco smirked at him but turned back around, rinsing off the lather he had created. He looked over his shoulder and watched as Ron just used the bar soap and worked up his own bubbly lather. The blonde could only shake his head in pure amusement.
"Use a washcloth, love. That's what they're there for."
"Nope."
The two rearranged themselves so that Ron was now under the cascading water. Ron let his hair get wet, shaking his head, spraying Draco.
"Okay, okay. Shampoo me." He squealed childishly. He always loved it when Ron would wash his hair. He had these great hands; so large and strong.
The taller man reached for the shampoo in the embedded shelf behind his husband. He squeezed a healthy amount into his hand, rubbed them together and began working it into blonde strains. Draco relaxed, leaning a little bit against the man at work. He closed his eyes, enjoying this moment. He wrapped his arms around Ron's waist, smiling listlessly into one of the arms that were scrubbing and massaging his scalp.
"That feels good."
"Great. Now, do me."
"Already did."
"Shut up."
As Ron continued his task, Draco began his. He gently scrubbed Red's hair clean, pulling a cup left on the shelf last time they did this and filled it.
"Um, down boy."
"Excuse me. Don't command me like that. I can't help it if you're short."
Ron bent down and Draco slowly poured the water over, cleansing his hair. "Me next!"
"You can be such a child."
"Yeah, you love me. Get over it!"
And so, Ron washed away all the soap, turned off the water and got out. "See? I didn't do anything bad." He dried himself off and wrapped the towel around himself.
"I knew I could trust you." Draco kissed him on the cheek. "Now go find something to wear."
"Yes, sir." He marched into their room, in search of presentable clothes.
"No way! You are not going to a museum in a dirty T-shirt." Draco had retained that Malfoy sense of fashion, especially with his mother still in his life. In no time flat, he emerged from their closet with a pair of pre- faded navy blue denim jeans, a fitted sleeveless tee and a light blue button-up shirt.
"Thanks. Where would I be without you?" He called as he headed back into the bathroom to clean his pearly whites.
"Living by yourself, wearing that old T-shirt!"
"True."
Ron finished in the still steamy room and quickly dressed. When he was finished, he saw Draco tying his black shoes. "I see you went for the all black. Nice."
Draco was wearing a black cashmere sweater, black pressed trousers and he was wearing his thin-framed glasses. At the moment, he was gelling his hair into fashionable spikes, running his fingers through his hair.
"I do want some type of respect."
"I doubt you'll be getting any of that...if there's at least one gay man out there."
"Oh you." He whispered. He walked over to Ron and stood in front of him. "You always know what to say."
"You're damn skippy I do!"
They both laughed. "Let's go."
The two went down the stairs, gathered their friends and went on their separate ways.
"You had better be lucky we put up with you two. You need to learn to not get naked in our presence." Hermione commented as Ron pulled out of the driveway.
So, let's just get straight into the first big [really big] chappie! But first:
Thanks ~*Aloh*~ I decided to put it out b/c the peeps deserve it and maybe it'll jump start me to writing
Thank you ~*sane-devil-pearlgirl*~ it'll be explain later.already wrote that part!
THNX ~*sexyassron*~ I'm happy too!
Thanks ~*Sheena*~ I hope you will approve it!
PS: I'm going to punch my damn father in the face!
ENJOY!
PPS~ This is the first time I am embarassed about my work.....so I need positive reinforcement
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Chapter 1
*Ding-Dong*
The morning had come and gone and now the afternoon sun shone through their window. Draco, in a T-shirt and boxers, had his head nestled between the mattress and Ron's shoulder.
*Ding-Dong*
"Get it," he groaned, a fluffy pillow pressed against his ears.
"You get it." Ron mumbled. He was lying on his back, breath even, eyes closed.
"I thought you were sleep."
"I was."
*Ding-Dong*
"Ron!" Whined Draco. "Get the bloody door. Please!"
Too late. Ron was back in dreamland. The lucky bastard.
"Fine, I'll get it." Draco begrudgingly got out of bed, reminding himself to pay Ron back later for this injustice. Draco shuffled over to the door and pulled it open without looking to see who it was. "Friday already?"
"Good afternoon to you too Draco!" giggled Hermione as she walked inside. Harry gave him a small pat on the back, apologetically. Even he could still feel the wariness of sleep. Somehow, they had all manage to get the same day off.
"I feel your pain. Now, I think Hermione is playing hooky. I mean, how else is the Manager of International Magical and Non-magical Affairs get a Friday off?" Harry whispered to Draco as he slid inside.
"Well how did Mr. Just-Became-A-Psychologist-"
"Psychiatrist," Harry corrected lightheartedly.
"Psychiatrist, get his day off?"
"I called in sick." Harry said as Draco shut the door.
"So, what's up for today?" He mumbled as he sat on the couch, legs folded under him.
"We might go into the city, go to a play, eat at a new Indonesian restaurant that I've been hearing such wonderful reviews from. Maybe go to a club." Hermione took of her coat, slinging it over a chair.
"Sounds fun."
"Dean and Oliver's coming by later, before we leave." Harry smiled, looking at the forced look of happiness on Draco's face.
Draco lightened up instantly. "Great! What time should we leave? Meaning, who's brave enough to wake up Red?" Draco was happy with Ron's two friends from school but Oliver, though a Gryffindor like the others, was a nice change of pace. He was very insightful; his four extra years of living were actually the gap he needed. Growing up around adults had always made Draco yearn for those of elder years, but sometimes he craved those in his year. That was where Dean came in. He was like him, a newbie of the Golden Trio. Not knowing when to joke or when to be quiet. Like Dean, he had been friends with them for years but no one could replicate the treasured friendship Ron, Hermione and Harry had.
"You want I should make some tea?" offered Draco, not wanting to get too comfortable, then having to get up a while later.
As Draco got up, Ron came out from their room, his hair sticking up from all ends, from all directions. [A/N: Think of Percy in the movie HP and the CoS. You know the part when they're all sitting in the kitchen and Errol flies into the window.] Everyone tried to keep their mouth shut, knowing how much of a grump he's become now that he was spending more and more time at work an less and less time in bed.....occasionally in bed with Draco, but that could be solved later on.
"Hi all. Fancy Face." Ron kissed the top of Draco's head, sitting on the armrest next to his husband. Draco squeezed his eyes shut, mouth closed tight, trying not to laugh aloud.
"Afternoon, sleepyhead."
Ron yawned, stretching his arms. He opened his palms wide and dragged them across his face, into his hair, flattening one side, the rest still upright.
Hermione burst out in a brief giggle at the sight of his new do; Harry was now focused on the clock propped up against the TV stand. They never seemed to get around to putting it up.
"What? What happened? What?" Ron asked looking from Hermione to Draco to Harry.
"Nothing, just your hair." Muffled Harry.
Ron tried fixing it, only causing the other side to flatten, leaving a middle streak of upright tuft.
"Ron," Draco jumped up from his seat, smoothing the Mohawk and the rest of his hair. "I'll start the tea." And he went to the back, to start on their tea.
"What?" questioned Ron once again indignantly.
"Nothing," Hermione answered. "So, are you ready to spend a whole day with us?"
"We always spend Fridays together."
"But not a whole Friday!" Harry exclaimed. Ron just gently laughed. He was thankful that he still had time for friends, that he even still had friends. With all the work he was doing, and the marriage, all he wanted to do now was to spend whatever little free time he had with Draco.
The telephone rang. Ron automatically picked it up. He was rather proud of himself for convincing Draco to allow a few pieces of Muggle appliances in their spacious townhouse.
"Hello," Ron spoke.
"Oh hello! Ron, how are you?" The voice on the other line responded.
"Fine. You, Trudy?" Trudy was Draco's publicist who had just finished working with him on announcing to the world his book.
"Fabulous. Sorry to leave you so soon but is Draco there?"
"Um, yeah. Why? Is there something wrong? So, what's going on?"
"Well, the CNN Book TV channel wants to hold another press conference with Drake. They want to do it today since it was just released last Tuesday in England."
"Well, I was really hoping to spend some time with him today. I do have the day off." Ron scratched his head, walking into the kitchen where Draco was standing at the stove.
"I know, honey, but this could boost sales." She pleaded.
"Talk to him." Ron handed him the phone. 'Trudy' he mouthed to Drake. He took the phone, unfortunately.
Ron knew that Draco could never turn her down and all he wanted to do was spend the day with his friends and husband. Ron stood behind Draco, arms around him, moving him away from the stove and to the small island. The red- haired man rested his chin on his lover's shoulder, kissing him at the nape of his neck.
"I'll do it. I'll be down there. Could you give me 2 hours? Yes. Great! Bye."
"Draaaake," Ron whined.
"Whaaaaatt?" he smiled mockingly, looking over his shoulder.
"But what about today?"
"What about it? It's your day to shine. And plus my book was just released in the U.K. last week and I remember canceling my first press conference for a certain someone who wouldn't let me leave the house. I think he even held be by my ankles so I couldn't move."
Ron got a sneaky little idea. He quietly closed the kitchen door, grateful that the shutters that opened the kitchen to the living room were already shut.
"I wonder who would be so childish?" Ron joked, going up behind him and kissing Draco on the neck once again.
"Year number five."
"Coming soon. I know." His voice lowered. His fingers inched their way across Draco's stomach, resting on the elastic band of his boxers.
"No,"
"Yes,"
"No."
"Yes,"
"Okay," Draco turned around, pressing his body against Ron's. He placed an arm on either of Ron's shoulders. He kissed him, a custom they had done millions of times before, heighten with each bit of laughter that came from the outer room. "We shouldn't." Draco mumbled into Ron's ear as he nibbled at his shoulder.
"Why not?" Ron spread kisses over Draco's face, over his eyelids, mouth, cheeks and neck.
"They're out there. S-so," the blonde man quivered as Ron sucked gingerly at his 'spot' near his shoulder. "Damn you and my sensitive skin."
Ron continued to kiss him, Draco sliding his hands under the T-shirt, lightly scraping Ron's back. Ron, in return, moaned.
"Sssshhh! Do you want them to hear you?"
"Oh well. I think they're used to it by now." Ron maneuvered his husband to the small kitchen island, propping him on top of it.
Draco scooted back, as not to fall off of it. Merlin he loved this man! Ron was so affable, so caring, so incredibly fuckable. Was that even a word? He hastily pulled the worn T-shirt off his husband, revealing that he indeed was still in shape. Lean and tight and young and ready for some lovin'.
God, how he loved that chest! Draco cocked his head to the side and bent forward, taking the small pink nub into his mouth. He rolled his tongue over it, slowly enticing it to stand erect, among other things.
Ron roughly ran his fingers through Draco's hair, his palm grazing the other man's scalp harshly as the silken strands moved with the flow of his fingers. Draco pulled away, looking at Ron, eyes half lidded and darkening.
"Take them off, Mr. Weasley." He scooted back farther, hands leading Ron closer by the waistband of his boxers.
Ron did as was commanded. And there he stood stark naked, in his kitchen with his friends a little ways down the hall. Life was exhilarating sometimes!
Draco smoothly got up from the counter; he still had his Malfoy grace. He stealthily moved behind the exposed man, removing his own clothing as he positioned himself behind his husband.
"Bend over and take it like a man." The blonde growled into his ear, reaching over to the counter, where there was a bottle of cooking oil, bending Ron over in the process.
"Good to know you're still thinking about me."
"Oh yes! Only pure olive oil for my sweetheart." He laughed as he slicked his cock, ready to penetrate his lover.
"Go for it." Ron whispered over his shoulder, giving Draco a small kiss of reassurance on his cheek.
And Draco drove forth, rapidly filling Ron, fitting snuggly. It was a wonderful sensation, as always. He still couldn't believe how desirable Ron was to him. Even after all this time, he still lusted after him. It was probably because he didn't always see Ron everyday. Like next week, he had to go to some seminar in New York to be updated on how they have discovered more ways cancer can occur and new drugs that will be tested for leukemia.
Draco couldn't think about that. About how Ron would be gone for a week.
The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" called Hermione.
"Good," grunted out Ron as Draco thrusted into him. Draco had planted both hands on the counter, while Ron began to 'jack off', so to speak.
"Good looking out," he breathed.
Draco just flicked his tongue over the back of his neck, where the sweat was beginning to collect. He continued his rhythmic plunging.
"It's Dean and Oliver!"
Ron turned to look over his shoulder while rocking back, "Well, say something! You're better at- right there you bastard." Draco's hand had snaked around his front and his palm was making light circles over the dripping tip of Ron.
Draco, ignoring Ron, carried on spreading kisses over the expansion of creamy skin. "Okay," he said loudly, his voice staying neutral.
Draco quickly finished the job at hand, no pun intended, grabbing the nearest dishtowel so that there would be no evidence afterwards to worry about.
Ron was amazed at how Draco was so calm and cool in these types of situations. It wasn't that important as he felt his climax suddenly over come him. Thankful that Draco had the dishtowel ready to go.
Ron leaned against the island after Draco pulled out of him. "We're coming. Draco spilled something. He's such a klutz."
"Am not!" Draco smiled, tossing the now filthy towel in the cabinet, under the sink.
After they made a through check of the room and magicked the water to boil and tea to steep, they left the kitchen, Ron carrying the serving tray. "Hey mates!" greeting the two new guests who had already made themselves comfortable.
"Good afternoon to you two." Oliver smiled, taking a cup for himself.
"Hi," Dean added.
"Why do I have to carry the tray?" Ron complained.
"Because I'm such a klutz, remember?" Draco grinned sweetly as he sat down on the floor in front of the coffee table, handing out cups of tea to Dean and Hermione, who were behind him.
"Oh, I have to go to a press conference today. Do you two want to come with me?" directing the question to Oliver and Dean.
"Of course," Dean answered. Draco knew he would leave with him. Ever since Harry and Dean had that messy break up two years ago, and then their on- again-off-again relationship between that period of time had resulted in an obvious uneasiness to develop around them.
"Sure," Oliver shrugged his shoulders, "Like I'd be caught with these freaks anyway." He joked.
"Blah, blah, blah," Harry teased. It was more than common knowledge that Harry wanted Oliver. And everyone except Harry just as well knew that he didn't want him.
"Well, I'll go get ready." Draco jumped up, suddenly, running upstairs to the bathroom.
"No more caffeine!" shouted Ron.
Hermione giggled. "Well, he was always a morning person."
"I guess anyone would be if it were the afternoon." Harry commented.
Ron just shook his head as he sipped on his tea. He idly watched his friends chat; he heard the shower run from upstairs and with events that had just passed, he was so willing to excuse himself and share a shower with Drake. Maybe he just would.....
"I'll take the dishes." Offered Hermione, the others pitched in, so not to look as bad.
When they were in the kitchen Ron walked in, seeing Hermione perched on the island countertop, Harry sitting by himself and Oliver and Dean putting the dishes away.
"Herm, you might want to move. We kind of just had sex on that thing."
She shrieked. "Ron! Eww! Now I must burn my pants."
The guys watched in amusement as she jumped off the counter in utter disgust.
"I'm kidding." He smiled, "I'm going upstairs. And not to do that." He saw the dirty look Harry gave him. "I want to save on water."
"Okay," they all said. Ron didn't hang around to think of an explanation. He bolted up the stairs, taking them two at a time and approached the bathroom that was inside their room.
Draco was a bit of an exhibitionist, so he would never close the door when it came time for a shower. And he also had the body to expose, so no one really complained.
"Fancy Face." Called Ron, leaned against the doorframe.
"No! Last time I didn't get to bloody go. No." Draco poked his hand out from behind the sliding door.
"I know. I'm not going to ruin your day. I just want to take a shower. It'll take a lot less time for me to get ready."
"Fine. But no hanky-panky." Draco threatened, opening the door wider so Ron could get in.
Ron undressed rather quickly, carefully getting in. Draco smirked at him but turned back around, rinsing off the lather he had created. He looked over his shoulder and watched as Ron just used the bar soap and worked up his own bubbly lather. The blonde could only shake his head in pure amusement.
"Use a washcloth, love. That's what they're there for."
"Nope."
The two rearranged themselves so that Ron was now under the cascading water. Ron let his hair get wet, shaking his head, spraying Draco.
"Okay, okay. Shampoo me." He squealed childishly. He always loved it when Ron would wash his hair. He had these great hands; so large and strong.
The taller man reached for the shampoo in the embedded shelf behind his husband. He squeezed a healthy amount into his hand, rubbed them together and began working it into blonde strains. Draco relaxed, leaning a little bit against the man at work. He closed his eyes, enjoying this moment. He wrapped his arms around Ron's waist, smiling listlessly into one of the arms that were scrubbing and massaging his scalp.
"That feels good."
"Great. Now, do me."
"Already did."
"Shut up."
As Ron continued his task, Draco began his. He gently scrubbed Red's hair clean, pulling a cup left on the shelf last time they did this and filled it.
"Um, down boy."
"Excuse me. Don't command me like that. I can't help it if you're short."
Ron bent down and Draco slowly poured the water over, cleansing his hair. "Me next!"
"You can be such a child."
"Yeah, you love me. Get over it!"
And so, Ron washed away all the soap, turned off the water and got out. "See? I didn't do anything bad." He dried himself off and wrapped the towel around himself.
"I knew I could trust you." Draco kissed him on the cheek. "Now go find something to wear."
"Yes, sir." He marched into their room, in search of presentable clothes.
"No way! You are not going to a museum in a dirty T-shirt." Draco had retained that Malfoy sense of fashion, especially with his mother still in his life. In no time flat, he emerged from their closet with a pair of pre- faded navy blue denim jeans, a fitted sleeveless tee and a light blue button-up shirt.
"Thanks. Where would I be without you?" He called as he headed back into the bathroom to clean his pearly whites.
"Living by yourself, wearing that old T-shirt!"
"True."
Ron finished in the still steamy room and quickly dressed. When he was finished, he saw Draco tying his black shoes. "I see you went for the all black. Nice."
Draco was wearing a black cashmere sweater, black pressed trousers and he was wearing his thin-framed glasses. At the moment, he was gelling his hair into fashionable spikes, running his fingers through his hair.
"I do want some type of respect."
"I doubt you'll be getting any of that...if there's at least one gay man out there."
"Oh you." He whispered. He walked over to Ron and stood in front of him. "You always know what to say."
"You're damn skippy I do!"
They both laughed. "Let's go."
The two went down the stairs, gathered their friends and went on their separate ways.
"You had better be lucky we put up with you two. You need to learn to not get naked in our presence." Hermione commented as Ron pulled out of the driveway.