Title: Not

Author: Lorien_Eve

Pairing: Harry/Ron

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: JKR owns the characters, I just borrow them for naughty stories.

Summary: Harry's definitely not gay. Nope, not a chance.

Harry tries not to look at Ron when he’s changing in the dorm. He tries not to notice the way Ron fills out the new robes that Fred and George bought for him. But when Ron stands in the doorway, books tucked under his arm, waiting for Harry to walk down to the Great Hall with him, Harry can’t help but notice the way the silky material forms around Ron’s broad shoulders and drapes over his body.

Harry also tries not to look at Ron in the locker room after Quidditch practice. He tries not to notice how Ron’s sweaty uniform clings to his body, or the practiced way in which Ron removes his t-shirt and tosses it to the floor. He tries not to watch Ron in the shower, ignoring the way the water flows in rivers down his body or how Ron closes his eyes and pushes his wet hair away from his face.

Harry doesn’t watch as Ron turns off the shower and makes a wet path with his feet as he goes for a towel. Ron bends down to dry his legs, and Harry is definitely not watching now. Ron towels himself off, then stands and raises his eyes to meet Harry’s.

“I’m not gay,” Harry says, and Ron says, “I know you’re not.”

****

Harry tries not to listen to Ron when he’s sleeping. He tries not to notice the slow intake of breath or the heavy exhalation. He tries not to listen for Ron’s heart beating in a rhythm of dreams and deep sleep. He tries not to listen for the shifting of the mattress, letting him know that Ron isn’t really asleep after all.

Harry tries especially hard not to listen on the nights when Ron is wanking. He tries not to listen to the sound of skin sliding against skin or the rustling of the sheets. He tries to ignore the hushed gasps coming from Ron’s mouth, but when they turn to audible moans, Harry finds himself moaning, too.

Harry takes whisper steps over to Ron’s bed and silently pulls back the curtains just as Ron gives a yelp and comes. Harry tries to forget what Ron’s yelp sounded like, but not even Neville’s snoring is loud enough to make him forget. With his lips held in mid-gasp, Ron raises his eyes to look at Harry.

“I’m not gay,” Harry says, and Ron says, “I know you’re not.”

****

Harry tries to sit a comfortable distance away from Ron during homework sessions in the common room. He tries not to reach for the same quill or let his feet roam too far under the table. Anytime that Ron looks over Harry’s shoulder, Harry is always quick to lean the other way, under the pretense of stealing answers from Hermione. He tries not to think about what it would feel like to have Ron’s thigh brushing against his or have Ron’s hand on his knee. He tries to think of other things – like Snape and Potions and flobberworms.

Sometimes the common room clears out, and Harry and Ron are the only two left. It’s nights like this when Harry tries especially hard not to touch Ron. He tries to ignore the way Ron’s elbow is nudging his own, or the way Ron’s knee knocks against his every time Ron turns a page in his Transfiguration book. Harry tries not to imagine that Ron is sliding his chair closer, but when Ron’s thigh brushes against Harry’s, it’s all Harry can do to hold his quill steady.

Ron twists in his chair to face Harry. Harry tries not to think about how close Ron is or how many points on their bodies are touching. But then Ron takes Harry’s glasses off, and touching is all Harry has left.

Harry feels warm breath on his face, first at his nose, then on his upper lip. Then Ron is kissing him, pressing dry lips against his mouth, and Harry feels that this is much better than homework.

When Ron pulls away, Harry pushes forward. His lips touch Ron’s again, warm and wet. He places a hand on Ron’s hip, moves him closer, and forgets that only moments ago he was trying so hard not to touch Ron.

Breathless, the two boys separate. Ron runs his long fingers through his hair, and raises his eyes to meet Harry’s.

“I’m not gay,” Harry says, and Ron says, “I know you’re not.”

****

Harry tries not to watch Ron during meals in the Great Hall. He tries to stare at his own plate, at Hermione’s plate, or even at Neville’s plate. Sometimes he even stares at the Hufflepuff table. He doesn’t want to see the way Ron’s mouth closes around a spoonful of mashed potatoes, or the way Ron’s Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. Harry tries not to think about what Ron’s lips taste like or what it would be like to lick the drop of gravy from his chin.

Sometimes Harry sleeps in Ron’s bed, and sometimes Ron sleeps in Harry’s bed. Tonight they’re in Ron’s bed, and Harry can’t stand it any longer. He has to know what Ron tastes like. Although he ate a full meal in the Great Hall, Harry purposefully skipped dessert.

Harry slides his mouth over Ron’s cock. The tip of it hits the back of Harry’s throat. He gags, but decides that it’s quite nice having Ron’s cock in his mouth. The skin is hot and salty with sweat, and the drips of pre-cum are bitter, but Harry swallows them, tightening his throat around Ron’s cock. Ron gasps and jerks his hips, lifting them from the bed, and Harry begins sucking his cock like it’s a sugar quill.

Ron clutches Harry’s hair with his fingers, pulling it tightly in his grip, and soon he is coming down Harry’s throat. It’s hot and thick, like potato soup, only with a much stronger taste. Harry gags again, but he manages to swallow most of it, only missing a few strands that run down his chin.

Harry wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and raises his eyes to meet Ron’s.

“I might be gay,” Harry says, and Ron says, “I know you are.”