Since my mother found out about my relationship with Harry, she has been assigning us chores together. I'm actually glad that she knows for some reason. It not only means that I get to spend more time with Harry, but it also means that if my brothers start to wonder why we hang out so much, my mother can distract them or tell them something other than the fact that we're dating.
Today, Harry and I were told to clean the bathrooms in the house. So while we were cleaning the bathroom near our room, Harry pressed me up against the wall by the toilet and kissed me with much passion and need that a person could hold in. As we were snogging, he pressed his groin up against me and I immediately felt how hard he was. I wanted nothing more than to stick my hands down his pants and help him. Within seconds, I pulled his pants down and placed my hands at the elastic of his Gryffindor colored boxers, there was even little Gryffindor symbols.
As I pulled his boxers down, Harry said, "You do not know how much I've wanted you as I've watched you clean this bathroom."
"Harry, we've only been in here for five minutes," I said as I put my hands on his hard cock, letting my hands slide up and down its length.
"Yeah, five minutes too long for waiting," He said before he let out a moan. He then leaned down and buried his head against my neck as he let his lips trail over the space between my neck and shoulder. While he was doing this, my hands had been feeling and reveling on how soft his skin was, but yet he was so hard and I wanted nothing more than to continue in this feeling. I felt a breeze of air as Harry blew at the now formed round hickey on my shoulder. I looked up at him and smiled.
He then placed his lips back on mine and he started to move me around so that he had his back to the wall. We were so lost in each other's eyes, that we didn't even notice when the door to the bathroom opened and in walked my idiot brother, Ron. He looked from me to Harry and asked, "What's going on in here?"
"Oh, you see, Harry and I were cleaning the bathroom, been Harry told me that he needed to piss really badly, but his hands are really sticky and he needed to relieve himself really quickly, so I offered to help him," I said, in hopes to convince Ron, who was beyond stupid and clueless at times, while I also tucked Harry's cock back into his boxers and pulling his pants back up. "Now can you get out so that we can finish cleaning this bathroom so that we can get to our other jobs?" With that said I pulled Ron back towards the doorway and closed the door after he was out of the room.
I walked over to Harry and wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist. He gave me a sweet, chaste kiss before pulling away and asking, "How is it that your brother is that clueless? He literarily saw me with my pants down and your hands on my dick and you didn't even give him the chance to question your response. And the story that you came up with, I wouldn't have been able to believe that for one minute if I didn't already know that it wasn't the truth."
"Well, I had to come up with something; I would be very surprised if he really knew what was going on. But for now, we better finish cleaning this bathroom before someone else comes in and see's us in another compromising position," I said. We then let go of each other and went back to cleaning, finishing only ten minutes later. As we made our way back down stairs, I was glad that my brother happened to be clueless. I feel like I never have enough time to be alone with Harry, so when I do find the time, someone just happens to walk in on us. When we got down stairs, we headed towards the kitchen in hopes that my mother was in there alone. We both wanted some advice on how to tell the rest of the family about our relationship, and since my mother was the only other person who knew, she was the best we could get, but I knew that my mother would have some amazing ideas. She always knew what she was doing and since she had been a teenager once, we figured that she could really help us. Plus, she would know how the family would react, which would be better for us to know what to expect before we told them.
it's a little shorter than usual. let me know whether you thought the excuse i came up with is would really be believable to Ron, but i just got the idea and had to use it.