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Part Four

Neville had called again and Harry didn't like it.

"Ron, he's getting attached to you. You know, that's not good."

"No, he's not. Look, he’s got money! He just wants to make sure we're going to be available when he gets here."

"You talked too long on the phone with him."

"No, I didn't!"

"Are you getting attached to him? 'Cause I won't stand for that!"

"Harry, honestly, stop it. I like him, yeah, but I don't love him or anything!"

"Why did you say that? Do you love him?"

Harry exasperated Ron at times. Ron had a temper, sure, but he would get angry, stomp around like a melodramatic diva and it would be over. Harry, though, would brood for weeks.

Ron headed for the shower and Harry followed. Ron pulled off his t-shirt and skirt and turned on the hot water.

Harry stood behind him, with his arms folded over his chest, still in a mood.

Ron put a toe in and turned the faucet to hot until steam rose from the water. He got in the shower and grabbed the soap.

Harry stripped off his own t-shirt and jeans. He stood in middle of the bathroom fondling himself, watching Ron suds himself up.

Ron refused to look at Harry, but said, "You're not fucking me while you're still mad."

"I'm not mad," replied Harry, through gritted teeth.

Ron snorted. "Yes, you are. Go away until you calm down."

Harry stomped out of the bathroom and threw himself on their bed. He didn't like when Ron made friends with the johns. He thought it was unprofessional for one thing. It was wrong to get too close. He also admitted to himself, deep down, that it made him incredibly jealous.

He lay face down on the bed and started grinding his hips into the mattress. He was hard and wanted to get off. He wanted to fuck Ron, but he knew Ron wouldn't let him while he was angry.

He pressed harder, then lifted up and pulled his cock up so he could feel it on his stomach. He spread his legs. He reached back and grabbed one of his balls in his hands. He kneaded it, while he rubbed his cock into the blankets with his stomach.

He was so hard that his cock felt like a steel rod under his body. He let go of his sac and touched his arse. He put a finger at the opening and pushed inside. He moved his finger around and moaned.

His hips bucked as he removed his finger and touched his balls again, this time pinching one. He shivered and his cock responded. He felt cum and other fluid come out onto the blankets and his stomach. It felt warm and wet and he lay there groaning, listening to the spray of the water, where he knew Ron was washing himself, touching himself, and fucking himself with his fingers.