Reciprocation: Chapter 4-the finale
After only two hours of peaceful sleep, Harry woke up next to a moaning Ron. The other boy still had his arms securely wrapped around Harry, but now also had his entire body pressed into Harry's side, rubbing against him. Harry blushed profusely as he felt his mate's prominent erection prodding him the hip. With subtle movements and no sound, Harry reached over to the other side of his bed and snatched up his glasses. Eyes now focused, he looked at the flushed and sweaty boy beside him. Ron's hair was sleep tousled with a few strands matted to his face. Harry was just about to brush said strands off the redhead, when Ron's moans turned into incoherent rambling.
"Feel so good. Love you so much."
Harry's face crumpled and hurt seeped into his eyes. He knew Ron was talking about Hermione and wished desperately that he could extract himself from the warm embrace so he did not have to be tortured with anymore of Ron's confessions. Biting back the sobs that wanted to rip through his body once more, Harry leaned over and pressed a soft kiss just above Ron's brow. Although he was selfishly enjoying the feeling of the boy rutting against him, he was sure Ron would be more than embarrassed and humiliated when he woke up. He was about to pull away and remove himself from the bed when Ron continued talking in his sleep.
"Fuck, Harry. Want you in me. Love you."
Harry's body froze as his mind slowly processed those words. Thawing out quickly, he gently shook Ron's shoulders to wake him. The pale eyelids fluttered open and focused on the brunette that was practically laying on top of him.
"Harry?" he asked in confusion. He attempted to sit himself up, but only was able to make it a fraction of an inch due to the weight of the fellow Gryffindor on him. He moved to the right a bit, trying to covertly shift his erection away so that his best friend would not notice it.
"You were having a dream and thrashing about," Harry told him quietly.
Thinking his secret was still safe, Ron threw Harry a weak smile. "I was dreaming about spiders again. They were crawling into my bed and attacking me. And yes, I know I am daft." He bucked his hips up, futilely trying to get Harry off of him. The response of Harry moaning softly and pressing into him closer made his mouth drop open. Harry gave him a smirk worthy of Malfoy, before he bent down to whisper in his ear, "Do you often tell the spiders that you love them?"
Ron's blush deepened to an impossible crimson while he tried to stutter out a response. Giving up after a few attempts, he sighed and frowned. "I suppose you never want to lay eyes on me again. I know you are disgusted," he replied in a broken voice.
Harry pulled up quickly and shook his head vigorously to dispel his mate of that idea. Cradling Ron's face in his hands, Harry laid down so that their foreheads were touching. "That is the furthest thing from the truth I want. Ron, do you remember when I was telling you about the man I was in love with last night?" At Ron's dumbfounded nod, he continued, "That man is you, Ron. I found myself falling in love with you and thought that you would never return those feelings. I thought you were too busy fancying Hermione to take notice of them. Every time the three of us were together, you would always get so red in the face and nervous," Harry explained, rubbing the pad of his thumb against Ron's jaw.
A look of understanding passed over Ron's face and he leaned into the soft touch. "No, it was not that at all," he explained. "Hermione found out about my feelings for you and I was worried that she was going to spill my secret. I was not sure how you would have reacted if you found out," he added, wrapping his arms around Harry's smaller form. "It's you I fancy, Harry. It's you I love."
A wide smile now on his face, Harry moved in slowly to share the first kiss with the man who had been haunting his dreams. Both boys felt the energy pass through them as their lips met together for the first of many times to come.
