Title: Cherubim

Author: Lena

Pairing: Ron/Harry

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Not really, kind of sad, I guess.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or Ron. She does.

Summary: Harry and Ron are at the beach. But you can never really get away.

Author’s Notes: I‘m petrified that mean woman who writes the books will do something rotten.

Thank you to my beta and friend Lorien_Eve.

The condensation on the can glistened in the sun. Ron had one eye open, and looked at it. He was thirsty and wanted the beer, but didn’t want to move a muscle.

He was laying on his stomach on a bright orange towel. He could feel the sand give way when he moved his hips slightly. He felt a warm, sweaty hand on his upper arm. He tilted his head and squinted at Harry.

Harry held a small plastic bottle in his other hand as he crouched in the sand next to Ron.

“Do you need sunscreen?”

Ron smiled and nodded his head. He lifted his arms like wings, placing them above his head and buried his head in the towel.

Harry quickly hopped up and straddled Ron. He squirted sunscreen in his hands and rubbed them together.

He touched Ron’s shoulders with the cool lotion, and Ron sighed. Harry rubbed the lotion in softly, but thoroughly. He noted the scattering of freckles on Ron’s hands. The freckles multiplied as they got closer to the shoulders.

Then Harry noticed Ron’s creased skin at his neck where his arms lifted above his head. There was a patch of so many freckles that it looked like a large spot.

Harry leaned down and kiss the spot.

Ron stopped breathing.

So did Harry.

Ron exhaled and buried his head deeper in the orange towel.

Harry began rubbing the lotion in again, but moved his hands to Ron’s shoulder blades. He rubbed his hands into the skin and traced the wings.

Harry moved his hands down Ron’s spine, feeling the bones.

He was almost at Ron’s waistband when he realized he was sitting on Ron’s arse. Harry’s swim trunks were uncomfortable. Too tight.

Harry stretched his hands out like wings, then spread them away from Ron’s spine. He moved his hands up gradually, using his palms to knead the muscles as he went. Once he was laying on Ron’s back, he rested his hands on Ron’s arms. He felt his heated skin against Ron’s and Harry knew Ron must be able to feel how hard he was.

Harry lay his head between the wings and sighed.

He breathed deeply and could smell the sandy ocean, the beer sitting next to them, the lotion that was deep in Ron’s skin. He closed his eyes and could swear he could even smell the sun.

He wanted this feeling, always. Breathing in Ron. Feeling Ron’s muscles and bones underneath him.

He felt Ron shift. Harry opened his eyes.

“Harry?”

Harry lifted his head and saw Ron’s neck was crooked toward him, tipping his chin up and looking down at the same time.

“It can’t be like this. You know…for always.”

Harry tipped his head questioningly. Ron closed his eyes and buried his head in the towel once again.

Harry lay his head again between Ron’s shoulder blades.

This time he noticed the right wing was more pronounced.

Rather than ignoring it, he deliberately placed his hand on it.

He pressed himself as close as he could to Ron. Then he closed his eyes and listened to Ron’s breathing. Remembering everything he could about this moment.

He breathed deeply and could smell the sandy ocean, the beer sitting next to them, the lotion that was deep in Ron’s skin.

He could swear he could even smell the sun.