See part one for author’s notes, warnings, and rating.

Part Three

Ron had told Neville when he came back into town to call. And Neville did. This time Harry and Ron met him at his hotel room.

They walked into the hotel lobby and headed for the lift. Ron noticed a girl behind the counter look up and then away very quickly.

"Maybe you should have left your hat in the car, Harry..."

Harry touch the edge and said, "Why?"

Ron leaned closer to Harry. "Because it causes attention."

"Oh, like that skirt up your arse doesn't?" said Harry loudly, on purpose.

Ron's ears turned pink. "Shut it, Harry, honestly. This place isn't the most expensive place in town, but it seems nice," he whispered.

Harry pushed the up button against the wall next to the lift. They stood there for a moment waiting for the lift to reach the lobby floor. The doors opened and Harry and Ron entered. Ron pushed the button for the seventh floor. They quickly reached it and the doors opened.

Standing outside the doors in the hall was Neville. "Oh! Hi!"

Ron smiled at him. "Hi, Neville!"

Harry grunted, "Hello." He thought Ron was being entirely too friendly, as usual.

“I-I was afraid maybe you got lost!”

“Yeah, all the way from the lobby to here?” said Harry sarcastically.

Ron poked him in the ribs and mouthed behind Neville’s back, ‘Be nice!’.

Harry rolled his eyes and followed Ron and Neville to the hotel room. Neville opened the door and allowed Ron and Harry to pass him. Neville closed the door and started wringing his hands like he had the night before.

Ron immediately shimmied up to him and ran a finger down Neville’s cheek.

“Ron...” said Harry warningly.

Neville now knew what he was supposed to do. “I have it here!” He dashed over to the small table and snatched five large bills off it.

“Whoa!” breathed Ron, without meaning to. Ron looked at Harry’s eyes and they were gleaming. Harry immediately walked over to Neville and took it from him.

“Thanks.” Ron knew Harry meant it, but could tell he was trying to maintain his calm demeanor.

Ron turned back and began unbuttoning Neville’s shirt and pressed himself up against him.

Harry sat in a soft, cushy chair and slung his leg over the armrest. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out. As usual, he was going to watch. And touch himself.

When Neville was finished, he laid back on the bed and mumbled something before falling asleep. Ron pushed himself up and smiled again. He leaned down and pulled the covers over Neville before kissing him goodbye on the cheek.

“God, Ron, what‘s wrong with this guy? Who falls asleep with a whore still in the room?”

“I’m not a whore and leave him alone. What’s your problem, Harry? Well...besides that!” Ron gestured towards Harry’s hand still holding his hard cock.

Harry attempted a couple of jerks to get off quickly in the general direction of Ron. Ron scoffed at him.

Ron got off the bed and walked towards Harry. He got down on his knees at Harry’s feet and took Harry’s cock in his hand. He lowered his head and took Harry’s cock in his mouth.

Harry leaned back in the chair and reveled in Ron’s wet, warm mouth enveloping his dick. Ron was so good at what he did. Harry knew he was big and was still amazed that Ron could be so...accommodating.

Harry groaned, relaxing himself, melting into the chair. He could feel Ron’s tongue curve up and down the shaft. When Ron was down at the base of the shaft, he would press Harry’s balls, and when he would come back up to the tip, he would roll his tongue around the slit.

Harry continued moaning. He closed his eyes and thought of nothing but Ron sucking him raw. He grabbed for Ron’s head and got a fistful of hair. He pushed Ron’s head forward and back, wanting him to go faster.

Then Ron did what Harry always came for. When Harry’s cock was shoved totally inside of Ron’s mouth, Ron swallowed. Harry felt the muscles in the back of Ron’s throat constrict, causing Harry to jerk his hips and push Ron’s head down further.

“Oh...oh...Ron,” whimpered Harry.

Ron continued sucking vigorously, while Harry felt drops of sweat fall from his forehead. He squirmed in the chair, knowing he was going to come hard in Ron’s mouth.

“Yes...Ron...I’m gonna...” With that, Ron squeezed Harry’s balls and he swallowed once more. Harry shot his load as he grunted deep and low, lifting his lower body out of the chair, squeezing his legs together, not quite sure if his body was going to survive Ron’s talent.

Harry fell back into the chair, panting. He wiped his forehead with his shirt tail and opened his eyes. He looked towards the bed.

Neville was wide awake and his mouth was hanging open in shock.