Chapter 4: A New Sedative…or some form of the like
Ron bit his lip and looked to Draco's miracle worker. Picking it up, he held it in the gap between the two. "This isn't the answer though, and you know it…"
Draco laughed, "Well as I told Blaise, if you can think of anything else that isn't illegal, I'm open to ideas."
"But alcohol is illegal for minors," Ron reminded the blonde who was grabbing for the bottle.
Scowling that the bottle was now thrown into a nearby bin, Draco reassured the redhead, "If the ministry found it, they wouldn't have a clue as to what it was," with a smirk.
"Even so," Ron sighed, trying to think of an alternative. "Why don't you exercise more? I know Quidditch wears me out and helps me sleep like a baby," he suggested with a smile.
"I already quit. Any more time forced with those prats in my state, I just might kill one. The only exercise I would keep to, and enjoy, is sex," Draco replied with a smirk.
Ron unnecessarily gulped but smiled back, "Well, why don't you find yourself a girl? They're probably fighting over who gets to sit near you all the time," Ron teased, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, you've noticed this then, Weasley?" Draco hinted, with a smug smile.
"I'm serious Malfoy! Who wouldn't want to get under the covers with you? Just bother with your appearance for a day, honestly," Ron replied with sincerity.
Looking into his eyes, Draco asked innocently, "Does that include you as well?"
"Sorry?" Ron quickly reacted. "Oh, sure Malfoy. With your skinny frame, shaggy blonde hair and sparkling silver eyes, it's makes even me want to spread my legs for you," he over-saturatedly responded. He was surprised at the fluidity of his own words. Normally, if he and Dean or Harry joked about sexuality, he'd always have some level of discomfort.
That broke out a smile in Draco, "You'd spread your legs, bottom boy? What would I do then?"
"What? Are you saying you'd be a bottom? You're Mr. 'I'm so filthy rich and powerful, no one can out wit me' yet you're willing to be fucked?" Ron replied sarcastically, but with a twinge or curiosity.
The blonde shrugged, "I've done it before," and that causes Ron's eyes to widen.
Laughing it off, he rolled his eyes, "Yeah right."
Draco smiled, which confused Ron even further. "No, calm down. I haven't," he clarified.
Ron smiled back, "Oh okay."
"What about you Weasley? Your brothers ever teach you a thing or two out of boredom?" Draco insinuated.
Ron rolled his eyes again, "You just have to push me after we were being civil."
"It's my nature…habitual," Draco responded with a smirk and a shrug.
"You have a lot of bad habits, Malfoy. You do realize you'll have to stop drinking," he badgered the Slytherin.
This time Draco rolled his eyes, folding his arms and sitting back on his heels. "Yes Narcissa. I can't just kick it cold though."
"You can if you replace it with something else," Ron replied.
"Have we just gone full circle? No drugs or other illegal things. Those are worse," Draco attested with a scowl. "No exercise except sex…"
Ron stared at him, "Well? Find some bird to shag and you're cured!".
"But that takes effort," he whined.
"Has to be better than this!" Ron reasoned.
"What do you mean? Vodka tastes good," Draco pouted, glancing at the trashed bottle.
Ron sighed, closed his eyes briefly, and then moved Draco's chin so his line of sight was within his. "No, I mean better than this…" and leaned into kiss the unsuspecting lips. The look of panic in the gray eyes let Ron pull away quickly.
"Huh?" Draco stumbled upon words to say, confused. "Wha?"
"Sorry," Ron apologized, wiping his hand across his lips. "But you have to kick this because I am sick of people bitching and worrying about you," he replied.
"I know but the…kiss?" Draco questioned.
Ron laughed, "Just showing how it would be worth the effort finding a girl, rather than snog me."
The blonde had to blink a few times to get over the fact that Ron Weasley just kissed him. "Well…suppose it wouldn't be worth it if I just have you in front of me?" he insinuated, slipping into his defense mechanism; camp mode.
Ron snorted, "You really are lazy, aren't you?"
"What if it was what I'd rather have?" Draco asked, leaning in once again.
Ron didn't move but looked around, laughing nervously. "Kiss me again then," Ron challenged, figuring he would win this silent competition, like many they have with pranks and revenge.
Draco shrugged and closed the gap between the two with his lips and hands on either side of the redhead, leaning on him. His mouth forcefully added pressure after the initial soft kiss. Without knowing, Ron slid his tongue along the blonde's lips, requesting access that he immediately gained into his mouth. After a long battle with tongues and teeth clashing, Draco pulled away to get air.
Ron shut his eyes and tilted his head to the side, unsure of what possessed him. Draco fixed his eyes on him, "Was that a mistake?" he asked the Gryffindor, who was still not looking at him.
Opening his eyes, he looked into the gray, almost black now, eyes for the appropriate response. Seeing the almost pleading emotion behind the lust in Draco's eyes, it told Ron that he could tell the truth. Shaking his head vehemently, the smile from Draco that followed let Ron know it was the truth to him as well.
Grabbing the Slytherin's neck and pulling him to his body, their lips met again with even more passion than the previous one. Draco was the first to force his tongue in this time, gaining control over Ron's moaning mouth. As the kiss deepened, the two needed to be closer. Draco inched his way on top of Ron until he was fully sitting in his lap, massaging the redhead's back with his hands.
Ron's hands slid under the worn out shirt and explored the smooth, white chest. Brushing a hand against a hard nipple elicited a moan only to be lost in Ron's mouth. The Gryffindor broke away from the lust filled kiss to pull up Draco's shirt, ripping it slightly from the force. Draco returned the favour by ripping the buttons off Ron's school shirt and throwing it off him.
Before Ron's hands could undo the blonde's jeans, he was on his back and Draco was on top of him, making marks down his neck, biting and sucking, as Ron scraped his nails down Draco's back. Lifting his hips from the thrusting he was maneuvering on the redhead, Draco's hand slid down the chest he was now marking up to unbutton Ron's trousers.
Briefly looking up for permission, Ron's immediate mouth on his assured it was okay. Straddling Ron to take off his own jeans proved difficult as when his erection was freed, instantly Ron's hands were all over him, stroking and not allowing anything else to come down. The urgency in Ron by his dripping hardness, his ministrations under Draco, and the look in his eyes proved that he didn't want to take things slow. Sliding his legs out from under Draco, he trapped the blonde between his legs, not allowing his jeans to come off or anything.
Draco's persistent hardness now slick from Ron's hands was being led to his lover's entrance as the Gryffindor's legs lifted him up. Hesitant, Draco sat once again on his knees and held Ron's hips up. "Are you sure?" the blonde's raspy voice let out through moans.
Ron took a breath and nodded. Entering with as much control that he could muster, Draco heard the hiss of pain come from Ron. Looking up to focus on the boy, Ron opened his eyes, his lip bit, but insisted he push in more. Sheathing his length inside the redhead awoke both of them as the sensations overwhelmed them.
After setting a steady rhythm, Draco concentrated on Ron's glare as it went from pain to pleasure when he hit the sensitive spot inside. The intense lock of their eyes was getting to Draco, who was already near his breaking point from the tightness surrounding him. Without faltering, his hand moved to Ron's weeping erection and stroked it furiously.
A shudder filled Ron before he came, eyes never leaving Draco's. The intense pressure immediately broke Draco who climaxed with a deep thrust inside the redhead. More than sated, Draco nearly fell onto Ron, whose legs were still wrapped around the other's waist. The Slytherin shifted to pull out of Ron but the hand on his back pushed down, as he whispered, "Not yet," to the blonde.
When Ron could barely stand to breathe anymore, he tapped on the back his hands were running along and the blonde immediately lifted up, apologizing. Ron sighed at the loss of Draco inside him, but when he lay back down beside Ron, supporting himself on an elbow, Ron curled into the boy, his head resting in the crook of the Slytherin's arm.
"We didn't get any of that project done," Draco reminded the sated boy next to him. "Don't tell me it's due tomorrow."
Ron smiled at the realization, "No it's not, but what should we do about that?"
"Take my non-dark arts potions text and write the report, I'll do the potion and we'll confer on things, same time, same place, tomorrow," Draco finalized.
"Can I throw away your alcohol stash then?" Ron asked hopeful.
Draco's groan withdrew the Gryffindor from attesting any further. His fingers traced down the blonde's back, lightly running them along the marks he made. Wincing, he looked at Draco, "Sorry for the scratches."
"At least they can't see them." Draco glanced Ron down and smiled softly at the marks he'd left on his neck and chest, which was steadying finally. "You might want to conceal the ones I put on your neck," he added.
Ron smiled and rested his wandering hand on Draco's hip, "Why? Let them wonder what went on. It might be a good way for your stupid Slytherin leeches to leave you alone," Ron suggested.
"Well lets not tell the world just yet," Draco winked, tenderly running his free hand through the orange locks.
Ron swallowed hard before asking, "Do you want this to continue?" unsure about the answer.
"You're not illegal and an even better tasting vice, so why not?" Draco assured the pleased Gryffindor.
He had found his new sedative.