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Part Five

When Harry came home from his morning full of errands, he found Neville sitting in his favorite easy chair in his t-shirt and boxers reading a paper. At that moment, Ron came out of the kitchen in nothing but an apron. That was it. Harry was ready to blow his top.

He gestured to Ron and stomped into the kitchen.

Ron closed the door behind him and quietly said, "What's wrong, Harry?"

"Jesus! Is he going to just make himself at home now? What the fuck is going on?" bellowed Harry. Ron waved his arms trying to make Harry quiet down.

"No, Ron! I'm not going to be quiet!"

"It's just a little fantasy of his. He has money, Harry!" whispered Ron.

"This is our home, Ron. OURS!" Harry stood there with brooding eyes, then exclaimed, "And he's in MY chair!"

"Okay, okay..." Ron realized this had gone too far. But Neville had a lot of money...he had said he had a trust fund from his grandmother...and...

"Ron!" Harry yelled, jolting Ron from his thoughts.

"Okay!" Ron walked out of the kitchen to talk to Neville. Harry stayed in the kitchen and got a himself a drink. He pour himself a straight scotch and downed it in a gulp. It burned, but that was fine with him.

On one hand he didn't want to lose such a good customer, but Ron could not be making friends like this. The last one who all but moved in with them was some bloke named Seamus. That was six months ago and he drove Harry crazy. Saying 'Blimey' all the time with that annoying Irish accent...

Harry poured himself another drink. He drank it quickly and set the glass down. He felt calm enough to go into the living room.

Neville was putting on his trousers. "Uh, sorry, Harry...um...I..."

"It's okay." Harry couldn't say anything rotten to the guy. He didn't have the heart.

Ron turned to him and asked, "Is it okay if we go over to his hotel room later?"

"Of course."

Neville had finished dressing and was heading for the door. He hesitated for a second.

"And maybe I could bring the apron?" asked Ron.

Harry chuckled and looked at Neville. "Yeah, we'll bring the apron."

Neville grinned and left.

Ron, still wearing the apron, walked over to Harry. He wrapped his arms around Harry and buried his head in his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Harry."

Harry hugged him, rubbing his hands over his back. "I'm sorry, too, Ron. I know I get a little too angry about it, but you can't get so close to these guys."

"I know, I know." Ron's voice was muffled, nuzzling Harry's neck.

"Why? Why do you get so close?"

"Dunno."

"Come on, Ron..."

Ron didn't say anything. He just nuzzled Harry's shoulder and neck. He took Harry's hand and put it under the apron. Harry pulled away. For once in his life, Harry was not going to let Ron distract him with sex. He wanted to know what was going on.

Harry had a thought, but was afraid to say it out loud. He walked Ron over to the couch and sat him down. Harry sat right next to him. He caressed Ron's hands as he took a moment to form his words.

"You still love me, don't you?" Harry looked up, but was afraid what the answer would be.

Tears formed puddles in Ron's eyes, as he looked at Harry with shock. "Oh, Harry! How can you say that? I love you. I'll always love you!"

"Well, I just wasn't sure. There's been something going on for a while and I want to know what it is."

"Harry, I'm sorry for giving you any reason to think that. I don't love those other guys...I-" Ron stopped short.

Harry reached up and touched his chin, making Ron look at him.

"What, Ron?" said Harry gently.

Ron looked down at Harry's hands holding his own. "I don't want to do this anymore."

Harry's heart fell. "Do what?"

"Do this...finding guys...I like the money and all...but maybe..." Ron's voice trailed off.

"So you don't want to fuck these guys anymore?"

"Well, I was thinking that...now just listen to me...this Neville has a lot of money, maybe if I become more exclusive, you know..."

Harry still held Ron's hands. "I think I understand. You don't want to be on the streets anymore."

"No, I don't. I want to have a few good clients, but not spend our nights out there." Ron waved his hand.

"Okay, but I don't want them here."

"No, no. This is our home and this is where I want to take care of you and make love to you, Harry."

Harry let go of Ron's hands and wrapped his arms around him. He kissed him under the ear, trailing down to his neck, then his shoulder. Harry crawled a hand under Ron's apron and starting stroking his cock. Ron leaned back and moaned.

It was rare when Harry would do the work to help get Ron off. But this time, he wanted to. He gripped Ron's cock gently, running his hand up and down the shaft. Ron's cock grew with hardness and Harry held it tighter. He moved his hand and felt every ripple and movement.

Ron leaned into Harry, putting a leg over Harry's lap and the other around the back of him. He let Harry continue tasting his neck. Ron moved his head back and forth, feeling the licks and kisses on his skin. He edged closer to Harry, wanting more.

Harry's hand moved faster over Ron's cock. Ron's thrust his hips forward, jerkily, as he moaned out. Harry felt the vibrations of Ron's noises as he kissed his neck. Harry slowed his movements, then just as sudden, quickened them, encouraging Ron into a frenzy. Ron lay his head on the back of couch. With his lips, Harry pinched the skin on Ron's throat.

"Oh, oh, oh...Harry!"

"Yes, Ron...come on...yell for me..."

Harry's hand became a blur and Ron thrust faster against him until he finally came, gripping Harry's shoulders, shouting Harry's name and how much he loved him.