Chapter 12 – Stuck On You Part 3 – Blaise's POV
"Uhh…" I grunted as Ron slammed me into the wall just inside the common room, his tongue slipping past my lips and tangling with my own.
I grabbed his shirt roughly and pulled him against me. His hands slid to my waist and he began pulling my shirt out of my pants. He slowly unbuttoned it.
I practically ripped his robes off in my rush to make skin contact. In my hurry, I didn't bother unbuttoning his shirt and simply pushed it up as high as it would go and began running my fingers over his stomach.
"Merlin," he whispered into my lips. He pushed my shirt off and I pulled him right up against me, our skin finally touching. Then I started unbuttoning his shirt. I finally got it off and it slid to the floor. My hands slid around his back and slid over his smooth, pale skin, feeling the defined muscles.
He started kissing his way down my neck and stopped where neck became shoulder, sucking and biting the sensitive skin. I threw my head back and sighed.
I reached for his belt buckle and slowly, agonizingly, giving him time to object if he needed to, unfastened it. He kept sucking on my neck, so I kept undoing his belt.
He pulled away for a second. "Your room?" he breathed. I nodded and we stumbled towards my bedroom door. Once inside, I pushed him against the door, slamming it shut with his body and returning his kisses, went for his neck. He moaned quietly and returned my actions by unfastening my belt.
He ripped open my pants and let them slide down over my hips to pool at my ankles.
I felt, rather than saw him staring down at me, at my black boxers, before his arms slid around my neck, almost strangling me, in a deep kiss. My hands clutched at his sides, trying to pull him closer, although it was impossible. Any closer and the air would have been squeezed from my lungs. Not that I would have cared…
I undid his pants and pushed them down his legs.
Leaving both pairs of pants in piles on the floor, we stumbled over to the bed and collapsed onto it, our lips never breaking contact.
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BEEP BEEP BEEP
I groaned loudly. 'Stupid alarm clock,' I thought. I swung my arm over to my bedside table, feeling around for my wand. I found it and tapped the clock with it, silencing it.
Then I noticed the warm weight on top of me. Ron.
He was stirring slightly, obviously woken by the alarm clock.
"What time is it?" he croaked, sliding off me and nestling into my side, hiding his eyes from the light streaming in through the window.
"It's five," I whispered, draping my arm over his warm, half-naked body, fingers running just under the elastic waist band of his red boxers.
His eyes snapped open. "Five? Why the bloody hell do you have your alarm clock set for five? Breakfast doesn't start till seven thirty!"
He nestled back into my side, apparently intending to go back to sleep. "I take an hour long bath every morning," I said, fingers reaching out to play with his hair. His eyes popped open again.
Smiling widely, he said, "Mind if I join you?"
"Do I have a choice?" I asked. "We're kind of stuck together, in case you didn't notice?"
He laughed, sitting up slightly to kiss me. I ran my thumb over his jaw line before getting up and pulling him up with me.
"I have to run the water," I said.
He grabbed my hand and pulled my back, preventing me from entering the bathroom. He pulled my right up against his body, slid his hands around my neck, and kissing me passionately. My hands rested on his hips and pulled them against mine. He moaned loudly.
"Think we can make it to the bathroom first?" I breathed.
"I doubt it, but I can try," he said into my neck. He bit down on my skin and I groaned loudly.
"I don't call that trying," I whispered. The tips of his fingers dipped just below the waist band of my boxers.
"Uhhhh…" I almost came right there.
"Oh no, trust me. I'm trying really hard…" he grunted.
"Really hard is right," I said, giving up on the bath idea. I pushed him against the wall and ground my hips into his. He almost screamed.
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As it turned out, we only just had enough time left over for a quick shower.
Well…it didn't really end up being a quick shower.
We stumbled down to breakfast half an hour early. Fortunately we still had an hour till classes started.
I sat with him at Gryffindor table, across form Harry and Hermione.
"What took you so long?" Hermione said from behind a huge, leather bound book.
"Oh Merlin, Mione," groaned Harry. He redirected his attention towards Ron. "Please don't answer that."
Ron and I both laughed and piled up our plates.
I cut a piece of bacon and slid it into my mouth, feeling Ron's gaze on me as he shoveled and entire piece of toast into his mouth and swallowed without chewing.
I raised an eyebrow at him and cut another piece.
"Oh, come on," Ron cried out. "I know from experience that your mouth isn't that small!"
Harry dropped his fork and buried his face in his hands. "Please, can the rest of us eat here?"
Ron rolled his eyes and went on shoveling food into his mouth. When he was done eating he drank an entire goblet of water in one gulp.
I shook my head, laughing quietly.
We finished eating quickly, with 40 minutes to spare before class started.
I slid my arm around his waist and rested my hand on his hip. He turned and kissed me lightly.
A few seconds later, Seamus Finnegan dropped onto the bench next to Ron.
"Mornin' lads," he said cheerfully in his heavy Irish accent.
"Hey, Seamus," Ron said.
"Am I always the last to find out about these things? Honestly…I was wondering why you weren't in the dorm last night," Seamus said.
"Um…we came out at the ball. Weren't you there?" Ron asked.
"Nah…I was getting' laid," he said, smiling widely.
Ron wiggled his eyebrows. "By who?"
"Can't say. He doesn't want people to know."
"Awe, come on. Who are we going to tell?" Ron coaxed.
"Oh no. I'm not doing nothing to jeopardize this amazing shag."
Ron laughed. "Alright. Well, when you drag him out of the closet, let us know."
Seamus winked. "Will do. But I've gotta go get my things for class. I shall see you in potions." And with that he left the great hall.