Title: Somewhere In Between - Chapter Three
Author: Lena
Pairing: Ron/Harry, past implied Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Past character death
Summary: POST-WAR: 05. The boys are living together and one of them feels too much like "the wife."
Author’s Notes: Completed for the hprwfqf 2006 Second Wave challenge. Thank you to my beta and friend Lorien_Eve.
Chapter Three
“Now, Ron, remember we are going to be around Muggles, so no magic.”
“Right.”
Before they left, Dean had talked Ron into not wearing the Chudley Cannons t-shirt, and had let him borrow a West Ham jersey.
They were walking from the Tube to the stadium. Ron looked around at all the people crowding down the sidewalk. “Are we almost there?”
Dean laughed, “Yes. Hey, see there?” He pointed at a pub across the street. “We’re going there after the match.”
“What is it?”
‘It’s a sports pub. Where the fans go after to talk about the match and drink, and well, just get pissed, really.”
“Oh! That sounds like fun!”
Dean grinned wickedly, “Yeah, it is. You’ll have fun! But remember, no magic!”
“Right!”
They arrived at the stadium and walked in. Dean looked at their tickets and guided Ron to the correct part of the stadium. They found their seats quickly, sat down and waited for the match to start.
*****
Ron had a terrific time rooting on West Ham for Dean. They were rewarded with a win for West Ham in the very last moments of the game.
After the match, they walked down the street to the pub. They walked in, and Dean pointed out an empty table by a window.
“We’ll end up sharing it by the end of the evening, but this will be fine for now.”
“Sharing it?”
“Yeah, it’ll get crowded in here in a bit.”
They made it over to the table and sat down. A waitress came over and asked what they wanted.
Dean ordered them two beers.
“Look up there, Ron.”
Ron looked up, and there was a television that was playing highlights from the game they had just seen. “Hey, is there another game going on?”
“No, those are highlights. They replay parts of the game for people who haven’t seen it, or for people to talk later about some of the plays.”
“Highlights?”
“Yeah, like I said, part of the game, plays from the game.”
“Oh.” Ron really didn’t get it, but he didn’t say anything more.
The beers arrived and Ron tried to hand the waitress a galleon, but Dean quickly said, “Nope, I’ve got this round!”
After the waitress left, he whispered, “Remember Ron, Muggles.”
“Right.”
*****
“Yeah, we’ll have another round! So, whad’ya think of that last play?”
“You’re drunk, Ron!”
“So?” Ron belched loudly and Dean groaned.
“Ron, are you sure you haven’t been in a sports pub before?”
“Leave him alone, Dean. He’s all right!” The crowd at the table cheered at the television as the game was being replay for the millionth time. Ron and Dean’s newfound friends were surrounding the table.
“Ronnie, boy, you’re alright!” Hamish slapped Ron on the back. Ron choked on his beer.
“T’anks!”
Ron had another beer, then started singing the Chudley Cannons fight song.
The entire table turned to him and stared.
“What song is that?”
“He’s drunk. Ignore him,” said Dean.
“Come on everyone, let’s sing!”
“Ron, maybe we should go home?”
*****
“Go, go, Chudley Cannons!! Yeah!!” Ron whooped into a cheer as they Apparated back to Harry and Ron’s flat.
Harry got up from the sofa, as Dean held on to Ron.
Harry reached for Ron, grabbing his arms to keep him from falling. “Er, did he have a good time?”
“Yeah, I’d say so.”
“Hiya, Harry! Will you sing the Chudley Cannons song with me? No one at the pub would!”
“What?”
“Um, I took him to a Muggle pub.”
“Uh, oh.”
“No, it was all right. They just thought he was incredibly drunk.”
“He is. How much did he have?”
“Harry. Harry. Harry. Give me a kiss, Harry?” Ron’s lips found Harry’s cheek and he smacked against it. “C’mere, Harry, wanna kiss you!”
“Um, well, actually he didn’t have all that much. Four beers, I guess. I mean, I had four beers and I’m still walking.”
“He’s not used to it.”
“Guess not. Sorry, Harry.”
“Don’t be, Dean. Like I asked, did he enjoy himself?”
“Oh, yeah!”
“Then it’s all good. I’ll take care of him.”
“Good luck, Harry!”
“Thanks.”
Ron was leaning on Harry, kissing him the best he could, with not so good aim. Dean Disapparated and Harry guided Ron to the sofa.
“Come on, Ron.”
“Wanna kiss you.”
“I know.” Harry pushed Ron down on the sofa.
“Uh, oh.”
“What’s wrong, Ron?”
Ron looked a little green. “Don’t feel well.”
“Oh, dear.” Harry ran for a trash bin, but was too late.
*****
When Ron finally came to, he was in the bed with his clothes off and the covers on him. He had no recollection of how he got home and in bed.
He tried to yell for Harry, but his head was pounding unmercifully.
“’arry…” he croaked. “Harry…”
Harry came running into the room. “I’m here. You okay?”
“No, I feel like I died. What happened?”
“You got drunk.”
“Oh. Did I have a good time?”
“I think so.”
“Okay. Why does my mouth feel like I ate something really disgusting?”
“Well…do you remember the slugs?”
“Yeah?”
“Um, well…it was something like that last night.”
“Forget it. Don’t tell me. My head hurts.”
“I have a potion for that.”
“Thank you.”
Harry walked out of the room, and came back in a few moments with a small bottle.
“Can you sit up?”
Ron slightly sat up and took the bottle. He drank a swig of the potion and handed it back to Harry.
“Harry, lay with me.”
“Sure.” Harry placed the potion on the nightstand. He toed off his trainers and slid next to Ron. “Come here.”
Ron leaned up against Harry. Harry stroked his hair and curled his arm around Ron, comforting him. Ron sighed and closed his eyes. Soon he fell back asleep. Soon after that, Harry fell asleep as well.
****
Ron woke up hours later, feeling much better. He unwrapped himself from Harry, and went to the loo. He brushed his teeth and washed his face, feeling much better than he had in a few days.
He walked back into the bedroom, and saw Harry blinking his eyes sleepily. Harry smiled as Ron got back in bed.
Ron sighed, and curled his arms around Harry again.
“Ron, can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“I don’t know, Harry.”
“It’s okay, just tell me.”
“But, I really don’t know.”
“Maybe, excitement?”
“What?’ whispered Ron.
“Maybe you need excitement.”
“But I can’t have that all the time. I have to be happy with my life. I mean, I am happy with you. I’m just not happy with life. Fuck, I don’t know. I can’t make sense of it.”
Harry scooted out of bed and quickly shed his clothes. He laid next to Ron, naked and spread across the covers.
“What are you doing, Harry?”
“No, this is going to be about what you are going to do.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m always the initiator. I’m always the one who fucks you. Believe me, I like it, but it’s going to be different tonight. You are going to take control. You are going to fuck me.”
“Harry! I…I…”
“What? You’ve done it before.”
“Yeah, but not in a long time. You’re always the one…Harry…”
“I know, but not tonight. Shut it and fuck me. Stop pretending you don’t want to. I know you want to.”
Ron gulped. He was rock-hard, looking at Harry laying there naked, waiting for him to take him.
He reached over and placed soft kisses on Harry’s cheek.
“No, Ron.”
Ron drew back and looked at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Take me.”
Ron sighed. “It’s been a long time. I’m used to you…doing things.”
“We need this, Ron. We need a more equal balance in our marriage, and this includes sex.”
“I know,” Ron’s voice trailed off.
“Then come on. What’s it going to take for you to get going?”
Ron didn’t say anything.
“I know.” Harry got out of bed and went into the closet. Ron could hear him rummaging. Then Harry said, “There it is.”
Ron could hear Harry rustle and move around in the closet, then he saw Harry stand in the doorway. Harry was wearing his old Quidditch gear.
“Harry…”
Harry walked to the bed and laid down. Ron began to unlace the front of the robes, then moved down to take off the leg guards and tossed them on the ground. He touched Harry’s legs, looking at the muscles, and moved his hand under the robes until he found Harry’s erect cock beneath them.
Harry moaned, as Ron gripped hard and moved his body so he was between Harry’s legs. The laces at the top of the robe were still bound, and Ron left them like that for the time being.
Ron touched Harry’s balls, kneading them in his hands. Then he moved his hand to Harry’s hole and touched it lightly. Harry sighed, and Ron leaned forward and kissed him.
He unlaced the rest of the robe and let it lay out like a blanket underneath Harry, though Harry’s arms were still encased in the material. Harry lay there quietly moaning, but not moving, letting Ron do all the work.
Ron pushed his finger inside Harry, while he continued gripping Harry’s cock, but not fisting it quickly quite yet. Ron felt Harry tense in pleasure, as Ron placed two fingers inside. He moved them around, until Harry relaxed again and pulled them out.
“Please touch yourself,” asked Ron, and Harry’s hand replaced Ron’s on his cock.
Ron lifted Harry’s lower body up off the bed and hooked Harry’s legs over his shoulders. He nudged his cock up against Harry’s arse and started to press inside.
Harry gasped and Ron stopped. “No, Ron, don’t stop. Please, please, fuck me. Fuck your Quidditch captain.”
Ron groaned and pressed further inside. Harry shifted his arse to accommodate Ron for a better angle, and Ron adjusted as well. Then Ron pushed all the way in, until his balls where touching Harry’s arse.
“Yesss…” Ron moaned, completely inside Harry, feeling the warm, wet, tight feeling that made his cock twitch. Harry was groaning as well, as Ron angled himself to hit Harry in all the right places.
Ron pulled out slightly and slammed back in and felt his balls slap against Harry.
Harry began fisting himself faster, moaning loudly, as Ron continued to slam into him.
“Oh, God, Ron!” Harry yelled out, unable to control himself. He grunted, drops of sweat trickling down his neck. Ron’s arms were holding Harry’s legs up, and he could see everything Harry was doing to himself. It was the most erotic thing Ron ever could want to see. He loved watching Harry stroke his own cock, getting himself off.
Ron threw his head back and yelled, “Harry, yes!” as he came, slamming into Harry harder and harder, faster and faster until he felt every nerve inside of him scream.
Harry came soon after, spraying them with his come, until it seemed Harry had nothing left. Ron let go of Harry’s legs, letting them fall on either side of him, as Ron fell forward on top of Harry with a grunt from both.
“Oh, Harry. Sorry.” Ron rolled off of Harry, laying next to him, on part of the Quidditch robe.
“Is okay,” whispered Harry, trying to get his breath back. He wrapped his arms around Ron. “That was brilliant.”