Title: Perceptivity

Author: Lorien_Eve

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Harry/Ron

Genre: PWP

Archive: You’re more than welcome, just let me know!

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry or Ron, but the sex in the dormitories is all mine!

Feedback: I’d love some!

Summary: Harry has a better perception on things than Ron does, and he’s about to show Ron just how observant he really is.

I love Ron, I really I do. He’s my best friend. But the boy is hopelessly blind. I see the way he looks at me. I throw him the same looks, but he never seems to notice. He just blushes and looks away quickly, before our eyes can really make contact. I don’t know how much more obvious I have to be. Maybe he’s just shy, or insecure. I bet he thinks I wouldn’t notice him even if he walked naked down the hall. Rest assured, though, that I would notice. I would notice everything. Some days, I want to pounce on him in the hallways, right in front of everyone. I bet we’d get some looks then. Malfoy would probably come all over himself. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way he gawks at Ron during Potions. I don’t know who Malfoy thinks he’s kidding.

Ron’s insight is a little off. More than a little, really. He tells the lamest jokes, but I laugh madly at them. When we’re doing homework, I always sit closer to him than is really necessary. I use my lack of creativity in Divination, or my inability to read my own handwriting as an excuse. He doesn’t even notice how often I lean over him to get a new roll of parchment or to reload my quill.

I wonder what he’d do if I just went up to him and said, “Ron, I want to fuck you.” His face would probably change six shades of red before becoming as brilliant as his hair.

I think I loved Ron the first time I met him on the train to Hogwarts. He was much nicer than Malfoy, much less overbearing than Hermione, and was the only one who seemed to take an interest in me instead of that scar. I bought the entire tray of Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, and Chocolate Frogs to share with him, hoping he’d take the hint. I’m not sure if he did or not, but when we started swapping Chocolate Frog cards, I couldn’t ignore the sensations racing through my fingers every time they came in soft contact with his. I would’ve taken him right there, burying into him with every jerk the train made. Even now, my fondest memories of that train ride are the visions I saw in my head-both of us naked, sweating, and panting.

Everything makes me think about fucking Ron, even Snape’s class. The desks in that room are just large enough for two people to lie on. I’ve messed up countless potions, day dreaming about dramatically sweeping away the vials and bottles, and shoving Ron down, where I can fuck him passionately.

I congratulated him when he got a spot on the Quidditch team. Little did I know how much it was going to affect my playing ability. I envy that Cleansweep of his. All I can do is lay there at night, wanking off, and thinking how it must feel to be positioned tightly between his thighs.

We’re in the common room now, just after a brutal practice. He’s sweating through his robes, and his hair is dripping down into his eyes. He looks gorgeous. He’s trying to be discreet, but I’m not missing those glances. This has gone on long enough. It’s time to end it.

I walk up and lean into him slowly, placing my hand on his shoulder. “Would you fuck me?” I ask him. No sense in hesitation, we may as well get right to the point. He looks a little taken aback, and feigns a surprised look. Yeah, right, like he’d never considered this before. I walk up the stairs, and he follows obediently.

Once in the dormitory, I shut the door and turn to him. He’s just standing there with his mouth open, like a large fish. It looks like I’m going to have to be the instigator here. I push him down to the bed, a little harder than was necessary, but I know he doesn’t mind. I take my robes off, but he’s still not moving. I guess I’ll have to do everything. I grab his robes and rip them off, flinging the buttons across the room. I grab at the waistband of his pants, and tug suggestively. He finally moves, pulling himself out of his stupor. This time, he grabs at my clothes and tears them off. Finally! I’ve been waiting for him to show some of that fire I knew he had. He’s blindly rubbing his hands all over my body. I lower my hands to his cock, and realize he is just as big as I had hoped he’d be. We’re rolling around on the bed now, twisting and wadding up the covers. The room feels twenty degrees warmer than it ought to be, and our bodies are sliding together, covered in the sweat and pre-cum.

I’m lying under him, and without warning, he explodes. I feel it hit my stomach forcefully, and I look up at him. He’s blinking his eyes furiously, like he’s having trouble focusing. If possible, I’m even more aroused after watching him come, and knowing I was the one who caused it. My body starts jerking violently, and I explode just like he did. He collapses down onto me, both our chests rising and falling with our labored breathing. It was even better than I thought it would be, and I can’t wait to do it again.

Thanks for the proper fuck, I tell him.