Title - Getting Away 3/14

Author - Lena

Pairing - Harry/Ron, Harry/various OC's (slash and het), Ron/OC (slash)

Rating - this chapter - NC-17

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For warnings, disclaimers, etc. please see chapter 0/14

Chapter Three - Florida

“That was Harry?” Ryan asked in a flat tone.

“Yes. You know it was.” Ron retorted.

“I am glad you said something to him.” Ryan looked at Ron, over the magazine he was reading.

“Look, Ryan, we’ve been through this. My feelings for Harry aren’t going to ever change.” Ron was miffed by Ryan being so bothered by what had happened over the phone when Harry called the first time after he had come back. He had meant it when he told Harry he loved him. Ryan knew this was true, and seemed to accept it, but for Ron to say it in front of him, bothered him a lot.

“I know, Ron. You’ve said this before.” Ryan said irritated.

Ron decided to not saying anything more. They had had their first huge argument after Ron had been on the phone with Harry the first time. They got along great except when Harry or their trip to England was mentioned.

They did plan to go back to see Ron’s friends and family. The baseball season was ending in a few weeks, then if Ryan‘s team made the playoffs, that would delay the trip. Now that Ron was with Ryan nearly everyday, the togetherness was a bit stifling for Ron. He loved Ryan and wanted to be with him, but Ron wondered what their life would be like when the baseball season ended and they were together all the time.

Ron understood why he felt constricted. Now that Harry was not around and Ron did not have a job and his own friends, he did not have his own things to do. He wanted to be more independent.

Even with Harry, he and Ron spent time separately of each other. They worked at the Ministry of Magic together, but in different departments and had some friends that were theirs alone.

Ron’s friends were Ryan’s friends. Ron had meet some people when he and Harry had been on vacation, but these were party people and Ryan did not like Ron going out to late night parties without him. Ron had his band mates, but he had curtailed his singing, since the lead singer had returned after being sick.

Ron thought Ryan was a wonderful guy, but he seemed a little paranoid and possessive. Ron guessed that Ryan could not help it. After all, he was a famous baseball player that had been outed. From what Ryan had explained to Ron, in the States this was the first time this had happened and it was going to be difficult. Luckily his team and the team owners had stood behind him, but Ryan did not want Ron to be put in any danger like he had when the photographers were after him, after Ron had been fingered as ‘the boyfriend’.

Ryan, too, especially after realizing that Ron was in love with Harry, made Ron feel like he needed to be around whenever Ryan was available. Ron did a lot of making excuses for Ryan to himself and excuses for Harry to Ryan. Ron knew and Ryan suspected that Ron would leave if Harry gave any indication that he was ready to admit his feelings for Ron and admit his sexuality.

Ron sighed, more to himself than to Ryan and left the room, to let Ryan read his magazine. He went into the bedroom and laid on the bed. He really was happy. Most of the time.

He wanted to get some air. He got up and walked back into the living room.

“I’m going for a walk.” Ron said.

Ryan looked up from his magazine. “Where?”

“Just around the block.” Ron said in a flat tone.

“Why?” Ryan asked.

Ron looked at him and scowled. “I just want some air!”

Ryan put down his magazine and got up. “Look, Ron. I am just concerned for you. You never know when some reporter is going to jump out of some bushes to ask you questions!”

Ron laughed.

“I am not kidding, Ron!” Ryan said angrily.

“I know! But I can take care of myself!” Ron shot back.

“You can’t use magic on someone.” Ryan smirked.

Ron got angry. He did not like that Ryan seemed to be making fun of Ron being a wizard. Ron spat out, “I don’t have my wand with me, so I wouldn’t be able to hex someone anyway!”

Ryan stopped smirking. “Fine, go on your walk. See if I care what happens to you!” He stomp back over to his chair, picked up his magazine and sat down.

Ron yelled, “Fine, I will!!” He opened the front door, walked out and slammed the door the hardest he could.

Ron stomped down the street, intent on taking a long walk whether he really wanted to or not. He walked and walked, until he got to a small shopping center. He went into a fast food place and ordered a soda. He sat there stewing for a while.

A voice interrupted his thoughts. “Hi, aren’t you…um…Ron…”

Ron looked up. It was a young guy about his own age. Ron was disappointed. Now he would not be able to tell Ryan he had not run into someone.

“Yeah…” Ron said in a bored voice. “Ron Weasley.”

“Wow, cool! I saw you sing about a month ago. Are you going to do more of it? You are really good!” The guy said.

Ron grinned. HA! This guy knew him because of his singing, not for being Ryan Robinson’s boy toy!

“Thank you! I hope to, but I was really just helping the group out.” Ron exclaimed.

“Oh! I know, but really you should start your own band or something!” The guy hesitated, then said, “Could I have your autograph?”

“Of course!” The guy grabbed a napkin and dashed up to the front counter to borrow a pen. He rushed back to Ron and pushed the paper and pen in front of him.

“What’s your name?” asked Ron.

“Clay.” He said.

Ron wrote the name and a “Best Wishes” and his name. He wrote it with more flourish than usual. The guy looked at it and grinned happily. “Thank you so much!”

“No, thank you!” Ron shook his hand and the young man left. It brightened Ron’s mood immensely and he finished his soda and left the shop.

He walked back to Ryan’s house. He reached for the doorknob and tried to open the door. It was locked. He padded his jeans pocket. He only felt a couple of dollars and change. He had not brought his key. He tried wandless magic to open the door, but it didn’t work. He had not practiced magic in months and he was not very good at wandless magic anyway, so he knew it had been a long shot.

Ron banged on the door and rang the doorbell. Had Ryan left? Was Ryan so angry that he had locked Ron out? Ron could not believe that. He could not tell if Ryan’s car was in the garage or not.

He banged some more, then went around to try to get through the back. He climbed the gate which was not easy. He used his upper body strength to pull himself up, then put his feet on the hinges of the gate and flung his leg over. He was careful of his most favorite parts of his body, and in one swoop he flung his other leg over and jumped down to the ground.

He walked to the glass back door and there was Ryan sitting in the living room in his chair reading his goddamned magazine. Ron was livid. He tried to open the back door and when it wouldn’t open, he banged on it and started screaming. “Let me in, you fucking asshole!”

Ron continued to bang on the door, screaming, until Ryan finally came over and shouted through the glass. “Shut the fuck up! Do you want the neighbors to call the cops?”

Ron stopped shouting, then calmly said, “Yes, I do.” Then Ron continued his barrage of profanity and banging on the door.

Ryan stood there staring at him. Finally, he reached down and opened the door. Ron pulled it open and walked inside. “Why did you do that?”

“Because, you can’t slam my door and treat me that way.” Ryan said in a flat tone.

“What way? What are you talking about?” Ron said in a shocked voice.

“Yelling at me. Slamming my door. Just because I’m upset you told Harry you loved him!” Ryan said angrily.

“I told you, we’ve been mates for eleven years!” Ron yelled loudly.

“That’s not why you told him you loved him.” Ryan said sadly.

“You know, Ryan? I just got off the phone with him. He is pissed off at me. You heard me tell him stuff. So what is the problem? And why are you so fucking jealous of my friendship with Harry?” Ron shot back.

“Because…” Ryan stood there quiet. “Because it is not just any old friendship. You love him and he will always come first with you,” Ryan raising into a scream.

“What do you want me to say?” Ron yelled back.

“Nothing! Not a goddamned thing! Just get away from me!” Ryan turned his back on Ron.

“Ryan? Please? Do we have to argue like this?” Ron pleaded.

“I am tired of arguing about Harry. I am tired of you sticking up for him. If he is gay than he needs to admit it.” Ryan said nastily.

“I’m not getting into another argument about his sexuality!” Ron yelled.

“He needs to make up his mind.” Ryan insisted.

“Why are you so insistent that he pick a gender? Why can’t he be bisexual?” Ron asked.

Ryan scoffed. “Bisexual. Cop-out.”

“Shut up. It is not. And you should talk. Spending half your life keeping your sexuality a secret.” Ron said meanly.

Ryan practically turned purple. “You know damn well, I had to do that! I never would have been able to be a professional ballplayer if I came out when I was younger. I explained all this to you!” He was screaming so loud, Ron’s ears hurt.

Ron said quietly, “I told everyone about being gay when I was a teenager.”

“Well, good for you!” Ryan said sarcastically. “What about your…friend?”

“He’s just a little confused. I wish he would admit it, but I know he will someday. Then…” Ron said uncertainly.

“Then…what?” Ryan asked.

“Nothing.” Ron had not meant to say the last word. Then…what…Ron did not really know.

“I’m tired of you throwing him up in my face.” Ryan said.

“But I don’t, Ryan.” Ron said.

“Yes, you do. You constantly tell me how you love him. Don’t you think I understand that by now? I don’t want to hear about it anymore. I love you, Ron. I am here and Harry isn’t. Harry made his choice months ago.” Ryan said.

Ron was silent, because Ryan had just spoken the truth and Ron was unable to deny it.

Finally, Ron said, “I love you, Ryan. I do. You believe me, don’t you?”

“Yes, I believe you.” Ryan said softly.

Ron stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Ryan. “Please, forgive me.“ Ron couldn’t believe as he heard himself say that. He couldn’t understand why he was letting Ryan run his life and was practically begging him to do so. Ron banished his thoughts. Ryan was right, at least, that Harry was not here, but he was, for now.

“I know something is going to happen one day and you will be gone,” Ryan whispered.

“That’s just not true.” Ryan had told Ron from the beginning he was very perceptive. Ron was beginning to hate it. No matter what Ron said, Ryan would make a statement as if it were the truth. Ron whispered, “It’s not true.”

Ryan shrugged and let Ron kissed him on his mouth, hard and firm. Ryan, unable to resist Ron, clutched Ron’s hands and led him to their bedroom.

*****

Ron had started going to movies while he was in Miami. He liked the moving pictures. They reminded him of home. He did not even really care what the movie was about, he just liked the dark theatres, the smell and taste of the food and the big screen to look at.

He went when Ryan was at practice or on the road and Ron did not go with him.

Ron got ready and looked in the mirror before he left. He had his eyeliner and lip gloss on. He only wore it when Ryan was not around, because he did not like it. Ron knew Harry did not care that much for it either, but Harry let Ron do what he wanted.

Ron took the bus to the closest movie theatre. He sat on the bus and watched the scenery go by. He wanted to get all the sad thoughts out of his head. His arguments with Ryan, his feelings for Harry, and how homesick he was. He did not want to admit it, but he was homesick. But he was not going home because of that.

He got off the bus and walked up to the box office. He bought a ticket and gave it to the man at the door. He walked straight to the concession counter. He ordered popcorn, a soda and a bag of candy. He asked for extra butter on his popcorn. He had never had popcorn at home and he found it very good. He really enjoyed it, especially with extra butter.

All the people he had run into and nobody batted a eye at his makeup. He knew it was tame to what some wore in Miami. That and he had gotten to know all the people at the theatre and they were used to him by now.

He carried his food into the theatre and found a seat in the middle so he could see everything well. He placed his popcorn on the seat next to him and put the soda in the holder next to him. He opened his candy, making sure he made the rustling noises before the movie started. The first time he had gone to a movie, he had been shushed when he rustled his food during the movie. He had been to enough now to know how it worked.

The theatre’s lights went dim, while the previews started, then the theatre went dark and the movie started. The dramatic movie started and he heard a noise and saw a shadow out of the corner of his eye of someone sitting two chairs over from him.

He ignored the person and continued watching the movie. He realized after a while that the movie was one of those sort of romantic ones that had a lot of sex in it. He like those kind, except when it had so some sex in it that he got hard. It did not take much for Ron. He could be hard in a second. Especially if the movie had a full-frontal view of either the Scottish or that Irish actor.

He knew it was a bigger deal in the States when they showed the naked body. He told himself he would have to go if he ever went home.

He sighed quietly thinking of home and the horrible argument and make-up session he and Ryan had just had. Harry. Ron missed Harry.

The person scooted over to sit in the seat next to Ron. Ron wondered if he was getting as paranoid as Ryan. He continued watching and eating his food.

He felt the person touch his arm.

Ron whispered, “What do you want?”

The person did not say anything, so Ron looked over at them. It was dark, but Ron could see from the light of the screen, the person had dark, messy hair, shorter than Ron was and was a man. He looked shocked as he realized this man looked similar to Harry. He did not have glasses, but he looked like Harry.

Without meaning to Ron said, “Harry?” He knew it could not be, but he asked just the same.

“Whoever you want me to be.” The man said.

“What do you want? Why are you doing this?” Ron snapped back.

The screen went dim, as the Scottish actor did his full-frontal and Ron looked up at it. His cock went instantly hard at the sight.

“I can help you with that.” The man said.

Ron was scared, but did not say anything. He did not know who this person was or why he was doing this. All he knew was that he looked like Harry, especially in the dark.

Ron leaned back and the man took this as a sign that Ron was willing. The man placed his hand on Ron’s jeans feeling the hardness of his cock. He rubbed softly, as Ron closed his eyes. Ron knew he was taking chances doing this. He could be in a set-up and it could be embarrassing for Ryan. But Ron did not care for the moment. The man looked like Harry and Ron could pretend he was Harry.

Ron let him did what he wanted.

He unbuttoned Ron’s jeans and reached inside. He pulled Ron’s full, hard cock slowly and carefully out and began stroking it with his fingers. He held it in his palm and used his other hand to touch it, feel it. Ron gulped, not quite sure how he was going to keep quiet if the man continued.

Ron reached up and touched the man’s hair, running his hand through the messy hair. The man got out of his chair and got down on the floor. He spread Ron’s legs until they were up against the seat rails and placed himself in between Ron’s legs. He took Ron’s cock in his mouth and began sucking.

Ron opened his eyes and through blurry vision watched the movie, as he felt his cock being inside a wet, warm place. Ron put his hand in the buttery, salty popcorn and grabbed a handful, stuffing it into his mouth. Then he felt the man’s tongue moved around, up and down, underneath and on top. Ron moved his hand to touch the man’s hair again. He wrapped his fingers around the dark strands and thought of Harry.

God, he wanted Harry. He wanted Harry to do this to him. He always had. Only once did he even come close to asking him, when they were younger and in their fifth year, when Ron had the first inkling he was probably gay.

It felt so good feeling this dripping wet, hot mouth surrounding his dick, that he shook in his seat. He could barely watch the movie anymore. He could hear the sounds of the movie, but they did not make sense.

Ron let the man suck his dick, then the man moved his hand to Ron’s balls. He squeezed them hard and Ron said, “Oh!” a little too loud. He slapped his hand over his mouth to keep from yelling out in the dark theatre.

The man went back and forth between sucking Ron’s cock and sucking on his balls. Ron’s other hand grabbed the arm rest and bit down on his fist. He jerked forward then back as the man continued the assault on his body. Ron finally jerked his hips into the back of the seat and felt himself come inside the man’s mouth. Over and over, he spurted out his liquid and felt the man swallow numerous times, catching it all.

When Ron leaned back in the chair, panting quietly, sweaty profusely, the man pulled Ron’s dick out of his mouth and looked up and smiled at him.

Ron whispered, “Thank you.”

The man continued smiling. He got up and walked away leaving Ron to watch him go, and sitting there with his now soft, limp cock laying on the outside of his jeans.

After a moment, he realized how it must look and pushed his cock back in his jeans and buttoned them up. He went back to his popcorn, soda and candy. He looked up at the screen and noticed the Scottish actor was having sex with some other woman and Ron sat there opened mouthed, staring and wondering who the man was that had just got him off.