Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue *yawn, points to clock that reads 4:34
A.M.*
A/N: My stomach is growling, rawr. Please excuse but I have no idea what direction this story is taking. I'm just going with the flow. I'm glad for my friends who read through this even though they'd rather not. Especially the one with the huge burning hatred of the fandom. Ah well. They're so good to me. ^_^ (surprisingly, they're all guys.o.o) Anyway, thanks for the reviews, I lurve yall. Oh, please forgive if there are grammatical errors, I'll fix them later when I wake up.
Warning: Um? Here's yer basic "I love ya so I'll fuck ya" scene. With a flashback! OOOer!
Chapter 4
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Ron was busy in the kitchen when Harry came bursting through the front door of the cottage. Setting down the knife he was using to cut up some cucumber, Ron turned to face Harry, only to notice the boy's brilliant green eyes shining with anger and something else. Harry gazed at him a moment longer than needed and Ron caught it. Lust. Ron's mind jumped to the first night he had seen that gaze.
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First on the agenda, once they got to the cottage, was to hike to the scenic Micaville River. Splitting up preparations for the hike, Ron put together their lunch in a basket and Harry went through his new backpack for a map. After getting properly dressed for the bright beautiful day, they stepped out the door and, grabbing sleeping bags on their way out, headed for a night they weren't soon to forget. ---
They lay there, on the river bank, gazing at the stars, Harry going on about what they were and which constellation was what. Ron feigned disinterest so Harry purposely spouted a wrong fact about one of the star clusters which started Ron on a rant. Not that either of them knew much on the subject but Ron, in particular, was defensive of the knowledge he had been able to retain from his five years at Hogwarts. Harry just sat and smiled at him until Ron realized Harry had gotten him involved in his star talk. That earned him a playful whack.
Harry looked into Ron's eyes, his own glinting mischievously. Retaliating to the whack, Harry had it so that they were wrestling. Then Ron's lips quite accidentally pressed up against Harry's face, followed by an almost unconscious but deliberate second kiss. Harry quickly turned his head to face Ron and returned his poorly aimed kisses. They pulled away for a moment and looked at each other wide-eyed and breathless, then returned to the passionate kisses. Ron was in Harry's arms, though they were grasping at each other much like starved animals. Ron clawed at Harry's back and slightly damp hair from the river next to them while Harry's legs wrapped themselves around Ron's waist, their tongues running all over each other's necks and mouths.
Harry would hesitate now and then, undoubtedly thinking of his recently deceased Godfather, but he pushed those thoughts out again and again.
After ripping off their shirts, Ron had Harry arched over a rock in the river, while taking his kisses deeper and deeper still. Their chests and stomachs rubbed against each other, slick with sweat. Harry began to explore Ron's pale, freckle-coated chest with his mouth, thus freeing Ron's mouth. In between moans, he managed to ask Harry a nagging doubt he had, "Harry, what about Hermoine?"
Harry got up for a moment in frustrated thought, "She'll have to understand, we're best friends and should support each other no matter what."
Not that anything Harry would have said then would have mattered, since they weren't about to stop. He kissed Ron once more on the mouth then returned his attention to Ron's chest. Ron lay there panting, taking in all the pleasure he was being given by his closest friend, almost hyperventilating as he begged him for more. Then Harry unexpectedly stood up, leaving Ron protesting at the absence of his touch. Ripping off the rest of their clothing, he forcefully turned Ron onto his belly and lunged at him. They let out a simultaneous scream of passion. Ron clung to the rock and Harry clung to him as he lunged again and again, their sweat intermingling and dripping into the water. Both tried to hold back their voices, attempting to not have their little scene interrupted, but they couldn't help themselves. Their ecstasy began to reach its peak as Harry's thrusts became more and more fierce.
Desperately gasping for air but still moaning and yelling they let out one final utterance of their passion and collapsed into the shallow part of the river. They stayed like that for a while, caressing each other now and then. Then they went over to a softer sandy part of the bank and lay half in the river half out, each other's head nestled on the other.
"I love you, Ron."
"I love you, too, Harry."
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"Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd...I'm spent!"
Hahah, love Austin Powers. Anyway, I'd hate to leave you like this, not knowing what going to happen in the kitchen but it's now 5:24 AM and I have clothes shopping to do and a job to be at so I can buy my anime movies. On DVD. Rawr. Anyway! What'cha think? Did I do ok? My first shot at that kinda scene since the first one doesn't really count. AHH! TIRED! *collapses*
A/N: My stomach is growling, rawr. Please excuse but I have no idea what direction this story is taking. I'm just going with the flow. I'm glad for my friends who read through this even though they'd rather not. Especially the one with the huge burning hatred of the fandom. Ah well. They're so good to me. ^_^ (surprisingly, they're all guys.o.o) Anyway, thanks for the reviews, I lurve yall. Oh, please forgive if there are grammatical errors, I'll fix them later when I wake up.
Warning: Um? Here's yer basic "I love ya so I'll fuck ya" scene. With a flashback! OOOer!
Chapter 4
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------
Ron was busy in the kitchen when Harry came bursting through the front door of the cottage. Setting down the knife he was using to cut up some cucumber, Ron turned to face Harry, only to notice the boy's brilliant green eyes shining with anger and something else. Harry gazed at him a moment longer than needed and Ron caught it. Lust. Ron's mind jumped to the first night he had seen that gaze.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
First on the agenda, once they got to the cottage, was to hike to the scenic Micaville River. Splitting up preparations for the hike, Ron put together their lunch in a basket and Harry went through his new backpack for a map. After getting properly dressed for the bright beautiful day, they stepped out the door and, grabbing sleeping bags on their way out, headed for a night they weren't soon to forget. ---
They lay there, on the river bank, gazing at the stars, Harry going on about what they were and which constellation was what. Ron feigned disinterest so Harry purposely spouted a wrong fact about one of the star clusters which started Ron on a rant. Not that either of them knew much on the subject but Ron, in particular, was defensive of the knowledge he had been able to retain from his five years at Hogwarts. Harry just sat and smiled at him until Ron realized Harry had gotten him involved in his star talk. That earned him a playful whack.
Harry looked into Ron's eyes, his own glinting mischievously. Retaliating to the whack, Harry had it so that they were wrestling. Then Ron's lips quite accidentally pressed up against Harry's face, followed by an almost unconscious but deliberate second kiss. Harry quickly turned his head to face Ron and returned his poorly aimed kisses. They pulled away for a moment and looked at each other wide-eyed and breathless, then returned to the passionate kisses. Ron was in Harry's arms, though they were grasping at each other much like starved animals. Ron clawed at Harry's back and slightly damp hair from the river next to them while Harry's legs wrapped themselves around Ron's waist, their tongues running all over each other's necks and mouths.
Harry would hesitate now and then, undoubtedly thinking of his recently deceased Godfather, but he pushed those thoughts out again and again.
After ripping off their shirts, Ron had Harry arched over a rock in the river, while taking his kisses deeper and deeper still. Their chests and stomachs rubbed against each other, slick with sweat. Harry began to explore Ron's pale, freckle-coated chest with his mouth, thus freeing Ron's mouth. In between moans, he managed to ask Harry a nagging doubt he had, "Harry, what about Hermoine?"
Harry got up for a moment in frustrated thought, "She'll have to understand, we're best friends and should support each other no matter what."
Not that anything Harry would have said then would have mattered, since they weren't about to stop. He kissed Ron once more on the mouth then returned his attention to Ron's chest. Ron lay there panting, taking in all the pleasure he was being given by his closest friend, almost hyperventilating as he begged him for more. Then Harry unexpectedly stood up, leaving Ron protesting at the absence of his touch. Ripping off the rest of their clothing, he forcefully turned Ron onto his belly and lunged at him. They let out a simultaneous scream of passion. Ron clung to the rock and Harry clung to him as he lunged again and again, their sweat intermingling and dripping into the water. Both tried to hold back their voices, attempting to not have their little scene interrupted, but they couldn't help themselves. Their ecstasy began to reach its peak as Harry's thrusts became more and more fierce.
Desperately gasping for air but still moaning and yelling they let out one final utterance of their passion and collapsed into the shallow part of the river. They stayed like that for a while, caressing each other now and then. Then they went over to a softer sandy part of the bank and lay half in the river half out, each other's head nestled on the other.
"I love you, Ron."
"I love you, too, Harry."
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"Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd...I'm spent!"
Hahah, love Austin Powers. Anyway, I'd hate to leave you like this, not knowing what going to happen in the kitchen but it's now 5:24 AM and I have clothes shopping to do and a job to be at so I can buy my anime movies. On DVD. Rawr. Anyway! What'cha think? Did I do ok? My first shot at that kinda scene since the first one doesn't really count. AHH! TIRED! *collapses*