The Reasons

Chapter Two

"Fuck." My eyes snap open and I stare up at Harry who has this glazed look about his green eyes. He has put his glasses back on, but I can still see just how green they really are. It'll be a pity when he finally dies at one hundred seventy five and I won't be able to look at them anymore.

He throws his head back and pinches the bridge of his nose before he looks back at me with a huge, smug, grin on his lips. He's staring at my crotch, and his mouth opens in a laugh. I can feel my ears getting red as I stumble to stand back up and shove myself back in my boxers before I yank up my pants. "Be careful there, Ron, you'll hurt yourself," he states laughing that wondrous laugh that makes shivers run up my spine. I glare and him and yank the zip-

"FUCK!" Oh fucking God, this must be my punishment for sucking off my best mate. The zipper got caught and how it managed to do what it did through my boxers I have no fucking clue. All I know is that the floor is nice and I'm going to be laying on it for a long, long time. Fuck, I think I'm bleeding. Oh sweet Merlin! I can hear Harry cracking up and I shut my eyes tightly. Yup, it says in the bible that I am not supposed to do anything sexual with someone of my gender. This is my punishment all right.

You think my best mate would help here. I don't know, do something. I writhing in pain on the ground, clutching my groin, curled up into a fetal position and Harry is just having a fucking laugh riot. "Stop laughing you bastard!" I whimpered, rolling so that I'm on my knees, buckled down.

"I told you not so fast!" Harry stated, the laugh still in his voice, but he's calmed down now. I can hear him putting on his pajama pants and I wonder if maybe throwing myself out the window right now would be a good idea. "Now, you're going to take off your pants and sit on the couch. I'm getting the first aid kit."

I groan, grumble, protest but Harry hauls me up and pats my shoulder, that damned smile still firmly in place. I growl and gingerly take off my pants. I'm afraid to look down. I don't want to see blood seeping through my boxers because boy do I feel it. Fuck it hurts. I hate you God. I sit down on the couch and hug my knees to my chest. It still hurts. My vision is blurred.

Harry's back and he kneels down in front of him. "You'll need to take off your boxers or else I can't treat the cut," he stated, all doctor like. He's lucky I'm in so much pain or else I would be kicking him in the face. I growl and look away, pushing my boxers off and quickly pulling my knees back to my body, closing my eyes. He's smiling, I can just tell. "Don't know why you're so red Ron. After all, you just gave me the best blow job I've ever had a few minuets ago."

"Don't be so crude," I spat softly, looking at him over the top of my knees. He gives a small smile and nods his head.

"I can't see the cut if you sit like that," he whispered, his hands gripping my shins and prying them apart. "Hold your legs up by your thighs; I need you to spread yourself out for me." His voice is gentle, soft and sort of sultry though I don't think he's trying to be. I really don't want to do this. I really just want to go into my room and cry like a little kid again. This is the most embarrassed I've ever been in my entire life. It's more embarrassing then the time my mom walked in on me wanking to a picture of the captain of the Chuddley Cannons. He looks at me with those green eyes and I soon find myself splaying myself out for him like a wanton slut. He smiles, his lips quirking up a bit higher at the left corner of his mouth.

He has on those latex gloves and holds a cloth ball between in between his thumb and index finger. "Now, I'm going to put some ointment on the cut, so it doesn't get infected." His other hand grips the base of my cock, lifting it to see the cut, a small slither just under the head on the underside of the shaft. God, please, kill me now. Please, please, please, if you are really there, you would fucking kill me now.

A chuckle, I know what from. I'm getting hard. "I'm going to put on the ointment now." I close my eyes, bite my lip and wait.

"Gah!" It's cold, practically freezing. My hips jump forward and into his hands as I grab a throw pillow and burry my face in its cloth. With the jerking, it's like he's giving me a quick hand job and I find myself biting into the pillow to keep myself from moaning. Another chuckle, light and satisfied. He grasps me again and gently swabs the ball across the cut.

He teases me when he's finished and rubs the head of my penis with his rubber clothed thumb, spreading the pre-cum which I know has leaked out. I can't help it. I figure it's only natural and it's probably a good thing that I did become aroused by his touch. But it's still embarrassing. "Would you like a Band-Aid?"

"No!" I yelled, my voice muffled by the pillow. "It would hurt even more when I had to take it off!" I can see him nod his head through the pillow. I hear him take off the gloves and pack up the first aid kit. My legs are still splayed out for him, my hands still holding up my thighs though I'm not quiet sure why. When his warm hands touched the skin on my inner thighs, I realized why. Cautiously, I peak out from the pillow to see my best mate placing a kiss on the skin there. "Harry, what are you-"

"Shh." Another kiss, on the opposite thigh before his tongue darts out at licks the tip of my penis. Holy Mary fucking mother of fucking Jesus Christ, God, and the holy fucking Ghost. Hips jerk up involuntarily, I inwardly yell at them. His warm hands guide my legs so that my knees hook over his shoulders as he takes my cock into his mouth once again. I vaguely wonder if he should be doing this so soon. After all, this is the way STDs are spread, you know. Is this sanitary? FUCK.

One finger, unnoticed, has slipped inside of me. INSIDE OF MY FUCKING BODY. Oh sweet lord, Merlin please – "Ahhhh!" He thrusts the finger in further, stretching me and hitting my prostate. Oh fuck it hurts. It hurts so bad that it's actually fucking good. I can't believe this. I must be losing my mind. Deep throat, back up and out with a pop before back in again, finger in my ass following in rhythm.

And my hands! I think I'll cut them off after this, the damn traitors. I gave them the permission of handling my most prized body part and this is how they repay me. Instead of pushing Harry away like they should be doing, oh no! One hand is buried in Harry's hair, pulling, pushing, tugging. The other is teasing my left nipple, twisting and pinching it until it's fully hard. My body hates me. It's official. It's not listening to my brain anymore. Oh no, it's going right along with my penis on this one.

"Ahhh! Ung- Har-ahhh!" What the hell am I saying? Oh god, I can form coherent sentences, words! He hit it again! Two fingers! Two fingers-two fingers-two fingers-two—"Ahhh! Harder Harry!" The hand that was playing with my nipple flies over my mouth. What the fuck did I just say? Harry looks up at me with that sultry smile and stands up.

"As you wish," he whispered, stripping him self of his bottoms and placing himself at my butt hole. He's going to put himself in me. Oh god- this is not going to be good. His hands are gripping my waists, his mouth is attached to my lip and I can feel the tip of his cock, wet with pre-cum and my opening. "Ready?"

No! No I'm not fucking ready! I'll never be ready for this. I have to prepare myself. I have to be the one to woo you! Not the other fucking way around. No way in hell am I ready!

"Y-yes."

Shit.

"Ahhhrrgghhh!" There, now you've done it you've poof! He's fucking huge, stretching me so quickly, and no lubricant except for what I had when he was finger fucking me. I clutch at his back, dig my nails into him, trying to make him feel the fain I'm feeling. He's still, as if he's afraid he'll rip me in two. There are tears in my eyes, he's kissing them away.

"You okay? Do you want me to stop?" He wraps on hand around my cock, coaxing it into hardness after it had softened a bit. No matter how gay I am, not many guys think it's so hot when they have something as thick as a fucking baseball bat shoved up their asses. But he's gentle and soon I'm hard again, and rubbing myself up against his stomach. He slowly pulls out and quickly pushes back in again, making me cry out in half pleasure and half agony. "It'll get better. I promise you." There's my Harry. There's the man I fell in love with. That sweet smile, those beautiful green eyes, that soft honey deep baritone voice. Where had he gone? Doesn't matter, he's back.

"Faster," I grown and arch myself up into him, hooking my knees over his shoulders. His hands grip the back of my thighs as he leans down to me, not quiet reaching me so I have to push myself up on my elbows just to reach him, and kisses me softly, before biting my bottom lip. This position is interesting. I'll make sure we do it again after I'm used to him. I'll also make sure we switch places because while I'm sure Harry is quite masculine, let's face it. It is more likely if I'm top and he's bottom. I'm bigger. That's all there is to it.

He's pulling at my cock harder now, slamming into me without restraint. I'm going to be so sore but it'll so be worth it. "Fuck Ron, I'm gonna come." My head's thrown back, over the couch's armrest. I can see the flat's front door from here.

"Harder Harry! Please- uhn!"

"As you wish, Ronniekins." Close my eyes, slam my hips up to meet his. Fuck this is better than quidditch even though it hurts like hell. A jiggle- what's that noise? The door! Someone's opening the door! It's locked then can't get in-oh fuck yes! What if it's Hermionie? Fuck Herm-own-ninny. Open your fucking eyes! As you wish.

Open, Harry, over me, biting his lip, eyes closed, face flushed, god he's so beautiful. I reach up and drag him down, smushing my thighs against my chest. I never thought I was this flexible. Smash my lips to his, teeth clash, tongues dart and taste. Fuck me harder Harry, fuck me so much harder. Another jiggle. Harry. I knock. Harder. A female voice. Harry. A click. Harry. The sound of air being pushed back. Oh-

"FUCK!" I throw my head back in ecstasy as I shoot off my come, covering our stomachs, my thighs and his hand. I'm sated and it isn't long before he's spilling himself inside me, hot and fast and so much. He pulls back to allow my legs to flop to the couch before he flops down on top of me, he head resting just below my collar bone.

"Once I've gained control of my legs, we're doing that again," Harry mumbled against me, nipping at a nipple. I moan. A cough.

That wasn't from me.

It didn't feel as if it was from Harry.

"Well then, this is interesting."

Fuck.