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October 4, 1996
Ron watched as Harry paced in front of him. He was slightly concerned since his friend had said he wanted to talk privately. Not just behind a silencing spell either, but away from the dorms. It didnt help he appeared stressed too.
The year was proving to be an extra stressful one for him with all the random meetings he was having with Dumbledore on top of homework, quidditch, and stalking Malfoy. Maybe this was his snapping point and he would want him to help kill the stupid git.
“I know you're dating Lavender…..” Harry finally started with. It caused Ron to furrow his brows wondering what that mattered. “...and it's kind of….weird,” he continued as he started rubbing the back of his neck as if working out some tension. “Okay a lot weird. But you're my best mate and the only man I trust…”
“Thanks?” Ron said when Harry didn't say anything more. The man kicked the foot of the sofa though and made a frustrated noise taking him slightly aback. It was one of the only things the Room of Requirement had conjured for them along with a standard four poster bed, and a table with tea already on it.
Ron didn't have any idea why they would need these items considering all Harry could do was keep moving. Then again Harry had opened the room so apparently he needed them for some reason, or at least the room thought he did. When Harry pulled at his hair and came to an abrupt halt facing him he got slightly concerned. His face was wild, stressed, and he looked desperate like he had made the mistake of hexing Mrs.Norris in front of Filch. He couldn’t have been more wrong as he considered the reasoning for his friend’s state though.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut. “Can you kiss me?” Harry asked in a rush.
“Umm. Come again?” Ron requested. He couldn't have heard that right. The bloke was talking pretty fast, and it had been a long ass day. It was even past curfew but Harry had of course broken out his invisibility cloak that at this point they had to crouch under when they needed to make sure they weren’t seen.
Hard pulled at his hair again before opening his eyes. They looked troubled. “Will you kiss me?” he asked again.
Ron laughed outright but it quickly died when Harry's expression, if anything, took on a graver look. “Are you serious?” the redhead questioned in disbelief. Surely he couldn't be serious. It had to be a good joke. Why in the hell would he want him to kiss him?
“I think I'm really gay Ron,” Harry exclaimed as he began his pacing again. “I'm fucking confused about it and with everything going on it's only making me bloody mental. I've thought about it before but now it's like eating at me. I'm thinking about things all the bloody time because I thought I was into….” his didn't finish the sentence and instead began ruffling his already messy hair. “...then when I tried thinking about doing things with her I almost cringed. That isn’t normal. I’m a fucking hormonal teenager. I should be jumping down her knickers by now but no. I’m getting hard ons at times I shouldn’t. I need to know but I don't know any other way to figure it out other than actually snogging some bloke. You're the only one I trust.”
“Uhhh…..” Ron dragged out trying to process what his friend was saying. He wasn't exactly surprised his friend could be gay. Harry had always had trouble with witches, and he never seemed to show much interest in them. Each time he had it had been a horrible scenario and ended quickly. Wouldn't he just know though?
“It's fine if it's too weird,” his friend interjected quickly. “... but I had to ask and at least try to figure it out. Not like I’m going to walk up to fucking Seamus and be like hey want to snog? Make sure you don’t go running your mouth though,” Harry said in a defeated sigh, throwing himself down onto the bed the room had provided. Apparently he had finally exhausted his remaining energy by pacing, or maybe it was just relief from having said it all.
The question rang back through Ron’s ears again. “You want me…..to kiss you?” he repeated for clarification. Perhaps he had gone completely mental. He couldn’t want his best mate to kiss him.
“Just forget about it. I just don't know what to do and it's driving me absolutely batty. I can hardly focus,” Harry admitted throwing an arm over his eyes. “I feel like my brain is being split into a bunch of different pieces with everything going on.”
Looking around the room Ron felt slightly uncomfortable. What the bloody hell was he supposed to do? He wanted to help but he wasn’t sure that was the way to go about it. What if it made this weird between them? Plus he did have a girlfriend. How could he just kiss his best mate?
It wasn’t a lie that Harry had been acting strange for months. Basically since the start of term he had been a bit off but Ron had chalked it up to Sirius's death, issues with his scar, and reading the half blood princes book every waking second he wasn’t obsessing over Malfoy. He didn’t doubt his friend was having trouble focusing on any one thing. Hell he was doing lucky enough just juggling classes, quidditch, and Lavender while avoiding Hermione and still being there for his best mate.
Ron had to admit he loathed a worked up Harry, always on the edge. Trouble like a treacle tart dangling in front of him. The bloke could be a loose cannon sometimes nowadays, and while it was normal for him it didn't sit right with the more low key personality Harry had.
With a serious sense of lingering doubt for his actions, especially considering he was in a relationship, Ron slowly walked over and sat down beside his friend on the bed. Best mates were always there for each other right? They helped each other when they needed it? That was what they had proven time and time again over the years of their friendship.
“Alright,” Ron said, not looking at him. “...if you uh….if you really want to? If you think it's going to help…..”
The bed moved and he looked out of the corner of his eye trying not to feel weird. Harry had sat up, his face seemed relieved and eager. “Yea,” his voice no longer sounded stressed. “Yea I think it really will. You sure it’s okay?” he asked.
Ron nodded his head before he could change his mind, trying not to overthink the situation. His best mate just wanted to try something out and if it was that important he would help him. It was just a kiss anyways. It wasn't like it was a big deal or would hurt either of them.
For a minute they just sat there in silence until Ron couldn't take it anymore. The air was growing stagnant and he started to feel like he was suffocating. “Uh….do you want me to….”
“No I can. I want to,” Harry interrupted him, seeming to ready himself finally. He shifted on the bed and Ron copied him bit by bit until they were fully facing each other.
The redhead felt a blush forming high on his cheek bones as Harry hesitantly studied his face and then closed the space between them. When he laid his lips on his they didn’t really move at first. Ron couldn't breathe at all. It was awkward. Probably the most awkward moment that had ever occurred between them. Maybe in his entire life.
Then slowly Harry began experimenting by opening his mouth a little and sliding their lips together. Ron felt like his heart was going to jump out of his throat with how hard it was beating from anxiety. He was kissing his best mate, or well his best mate was kissing him.
Harry placed a hand against his neck to hold him in place, even though he didn’t need to, as he began to kiss him with a tad more liveliness. Ron didn't mind, but it made it feel more intense than it should have. Apparently he was starting to really get a feel of what he wanted, or thought he wanted or whatever.
When Harry’s tongue slid across the crease of his unmoving lips he supposed if the bloke wanted to know if he liked men it wouldn’t do any good for him to snog a wall. Forcing himself past the mental barrier to do it Ron parted his lips. The second Harry’s soft wet flesh touched him, he gasped slightly. It felt surprisingly normal. Just like all the times he had snogged Lavender. He opened his mouth a little wider, curious himself, allowing Harry to do whatever he wanted and guide the moment.
Soon Ron found himself matching his friend with a growing intensity that had started to build. When Harry’s tongue dipped into his mouth on instinct he sucked it in further. Flicking it with his own tongue before thrusting it into Harry's mouth. The raven haired man moved backwards a little from the force, probably surprised by the action, but Ron grabbed his neck to bring him back. He loved snogging after all. It was fun, fueling, and always sent blood rushing to his cock.
Harry began kissing him back again with much more enthusiasm after that. Almost like he was challenging him for dominance which was something Lavender never did. It was exhilarating to be experiencing, and he brought his other hand up to hold onto Harry’s neck. If he wanted a fight for control he would have it. So far when it came to anything sexual in his life he was proving the dominating one, at least once he got in the mood.
The redhead knew he had snogged alot more witches than his friend. Harry was reserved romantically, and really he had shown no interest in anyone. Apparently it wasn't just him being worried about the Prophet like Ron had mostly thought, but also because he was debating if he liked blokes or not. Rita Skeeter would have a field day when she got that bit of information.
Before he even knew it Ron was pulling Harry closer. Breathing was becoming difficult again but for a different reason now. He could feel the hot puffs of air against each other’s faces and Merlin he loved it. Ron massaged and gripped Harry's neck, keeping him firmer in place so he could devour him. His friend seemed to like the activity as much as he did. Letting him nip on his lower lip to take a deep breath of fresh air before locking their mouths together again.
Out of nowhere a moan vibrated through his skin as Harry gave up a little control finally. Ron felt a surge of excitement in his belly. His cock that had apparently been hardening quickly without him knowing, made itself known by beginning to strain against the zipper of his trousers.
It caused his eyes to flash open as he remembered exactly what he was doing. He was snogging Harry and apparently he was enjoying it far too much. Pulling away a brief panic set into him, but Harry just stared at him with swollen parted lips. Eyes wide and intense. He looked as surprised as he felt.
Licking his own puffy lips he couldn’t do anything but stare at his friend in return. His eyes were always that vibrant green, but now they felt like they were pinning him in place. It was weird for them to be focused on him like that. Six years of friendship and that look was one he had never seen. There were suddenly questions running through his mind considering. He hadn’t expected to have a full on snog session with his best mate, and the fact he had enjoyed it had his head spinning.
“That uh...did…” Ron was having trouble properly forming a sentence due to shock. Did he like blokes too? “Figure it out?” he managed not to stutter. When Harry swallowed he realized his hands were still gripping his friend's neck. Harry’s one that was laxed on him suddenly felt hot on his shoulder where it had slid down at some point without him noticing.
“I…..I think I'm more confused,” Harry said weakly, still not breaking their eye contact.
Something inside Ron urged him forward slowly….cautiously. “Okay?” he said softly with a slight quaver in his voice.
Placing a small chaste kiss on Harry’s dark pink wet lips again he let him, or maybe himself, test the water again to see if it helped anything. Or anyone at this point. He found their lips lingering together, probably a bit longer than a chaste kiss should have been, but he did pull away. Granted it was not nearly as far as he had pulled away the first time.
There was a weird moment of pause between them where Ron was acutely aware of everything. The air seemed to be sparking and he could see, no feel, both of their breathing starting to increase again. He had a sense of dread, worry, and anticipation wash over him.
Then Harry was smashing their mouths together like he was absolutely famish. Attacking him with even more intensity than where they had left off. It took him by surprise and he was thankful he was still holding the man’s neck. However he didn’t actually try to resist it and let himself be pushed down onto his back against the bed. For some reason allowing their lips to stay connected as Harry climbed on top of him. Returning his kisses without really meaning to, if that was even possible, until they were snogging full force again.
When he felt his friend's body weight lay against his cock it throbbed painfully. Ron slid his hands from Harry’s neck and into his hair to hold him closer. Getting lost in the moment and lifting his hips up to rub their pelvises together searching for more of that glorious friction. He felt Harry’s hardened bulge brush against his as he did it, and feeling the definition of the man’s cock was enough to stop his hormone driven mind again. Of all people he couldn’t be snogging and getting hot and heavy with his best mate. However Harry had different ideas and kissed the side of his mouth, continuing onto his jaw as he turned his head to the side.
“Bloody hell Harry,” Ron breathed trying not to enjoy what the man was doing to his neck. It took restraint to keep from pulling him even closer. “What are we doing?”
A noise rumbled from deep in Harry’s throat and Ron shivered from the sound from both excitement and perhaps even fear. “Figuring out that I really really REALLY like blokes,” Harry answered against his skin. “Good Godric I do.”
Slowly Harry rubbed their cloth covered erections against each other again. The action caused Ron to whimper pitifully. He tried to move away from the feeling, but no sooner had he thought about it did he find himself repeating the action in natural response. Harry mouthed just below his ear as it did and the redhead bit his own lip at the stimulation, but it didn’t help.
“No…no. I mean….ohhh,” Ron moaned, unable to stop himself. He found his hands sliding to Harry’s shoulders. “I mean what are we doing. We.….we’re best mates. Best mates don’t snog the living daylights out of each other and want to shag each other,” he clarified squeezing his eyes shut trying not to get lost in the wonderful sensations again.
Harry stopped instantly which saved him the trouble, and his head popped up at his words. It allowed him a breather from his skin prickling happily. Perhaps he was finally realizing how carried away they had gotten. The raven haired man stayed propped up on his hands hovering above him though, and he blinked rapidly, maybe processing what was going on. But then he noticed Harry’s green eyes were boring into him again.
“You want to shag me?” Harry asked in disbelief. Ron could hear the excitement and lust behind it though.
The redhead flushed scarlet. Opening and closing his mouth a few times not having any idea what to say. Did he say that? Did he want to shag him?
“I…” he started but it didn’t fit. “Uh...Snogging kind of….makes me hard….” he trailed off sheepishly not giving him an actual answer. His body wanted it but mentally it had to be a bad idea didn’t it?
Harry surprisingly kissed him again. “Will….will you shag me?” he asked quietly. It wasn’t a plea but it was hopeful. “Please? I just want to try it.”
Ron couldn’t think as his head was starting to swim with an amount of desire he shouldn’t want. Harry wanted to have sex with him? He wanted him to put his cock in his arse. He felt his erection ache at the prospect. It had him nodding his approval subconsciously as they continued to intertwine their tongues. When had they started snogging again?
As soon as he did Harry rolled off of him.. Quickly undoing his trousers and starting to shove them down his legs along with his pants. Trying not to think about what he was about to do Ron stared up at the maroon canopy. His hands unfastening his own trousers in a hurry, going with the moment without thought, and pulling his cock and balls free of the confines they had been trapped in. He allowed himself to sigh in relief as the fresh air hit him.
Without hesitance he started stroking himself, his manhood demanding attention. It was actually quite unbelievable how much his cock ached and the amount of precum that had already gathered at the tip. He hadn’t ever even considered kissing another bloke, let alone having sex with one. Yet here he was hard as a rock.
His shirt moved and Ron looked down to see a naked Harry pushing it up his chest. He allowed his hand to fall away and help rid himself of the clothing. It was far too hot in the bloody room anyways and Harry had seen him without a shirt for years so it wasn’t a big deal. Harry had even seen his cock a number of times in the quidditch showers. Now he wondered if his friend had actually paid any mind to it, and he was horrified when his cock jumped at the possibility of having been checked out by him.
“I’ve never done it before,” Harry admitted under his breath and Ron gulped as he slowly threw a leg over him and straddled his body. Seeing his friend completely naked sitting on top of him, cock bobbing in between them was doing something to him. His blood was pounding in his ears.
Harry’s skin was tan just as it always was. He was all lean muscle like himself, and from the angle he seemed even taller. He was glad for the position with how unsure he still was and how frozen he felt.
“I’ve….” Harry started but groaned like whatever he was going to say was painful. “I’ve tried things on myself but I’ve never had sex.,” he mumbled looking down at his chest.
Ron’s eyes widened and he couldn’t tell if he was excited or shocked. He had only thought he meant he had never had gay sex which hardly mattered cause he hadn’t either, but this was different. “You’ve never…” and Harry was shaking his head with a fierce blush of his own before he could finish.
“No….I know spells though,” he added quickly. “...and if I’m going to lose my virginity….I want...I Think I would want it to be you.” Harry worried his lip and Ron grabbed his own cock again at his words stroking himself, brushing the other man’s erection in the process. He had only had sex with Lavender three times and she already had before. The prospect of Harry never having done it. Wanting him. Giving him his virginity. It was too much.
His thoughts were interrupted when Harry’s already slick hand wrapped around his cock. It was a firm but still uncertain grip. He could feel the light shake in his friend’s hand as he started wanking him.
“Is this….okay?” Harry asked him.
Ron didn’t trust himself to speak but he watched Harry scoot up, guiding his cock between his legs. His ball sack bumping against him as he did it and Ron had to let out a deep breath. He was getting ready to have sex with a bloke. Not just any bloke. He was going to have sex with Harry.
His breathing only intensified when he felt the of his cock being pushed through Harry’s fleshy ass cheeks and the head pressed against taunt skin. It was wet and Ron could feel the man’s puckered hole winking against him, probably from nerves. Harry obviously knew a lubrication spell, something he had never learned. When had he even cast it anyways?
Ron kept his eyes closed. It was all too surreal and he was frankly afraid to look anymore. Even more so when hot heat surrounded the knob of his cock as Harry inserted him into his body and past the tight ring of muscles with his hand. Then Harry began the painful, at least for him, journey of sinking down onto his incredibly hard shaft.
Ron arched up at the feeling, the air leaving his lungs. Sex with his girlfriend hadn’t been like this at all. Harry’s arse was unbelievably tight and hot. It had to have been stretched though because it was painfully gripping him. How was the man able to get it so far in something so tiny? Maybe there was some kind of stretching spell Harry knew because surely he hadn’t brought him here already having fingered himself just in case.
After what felt like ages, or maybe it was seconds, Harry had fully engulfed his cock with his ass. His bum and body weight rested against his exposed bush as the man sat on him with his hardness buried inside him. He didn’t know if he was personally going to be able to survive the experience since he was already panting slightly.
Ron’s eyes fluttered open in curiosity though. Harry’s eyes were closed and his mouth was hanging open. The man was squeezing his own cock tightly from the looks of it, and had a hand on his own thigh seeming to steady himself. Experimentally Harry moved a little, and when he did Ron watched him bite his lip and his eyes pinch. Did it not feel good? He sure hoped it was good because it felt bloody brilliant on his end.
Seeing his friend’s face contorted though had him his hands on Harry’s hips, rubbing them soothingly. Trying to ease him. He was right in assuming it had to be painful but apparently his hands must have been encouraging because he moved some more., and then a little more until he was slowly rocking back and forth on him.
The sight of Harry sitting naked on top of was unsettling attractive. It had to be because Lavender had never rode him, or at least that was what he tried telling himself. He had been on top of her twice and the last time they were together they had been standing in a broom closet.
Ron noticed how Harry’s face started to soften, and only a second later he lifted his bum a little before sinking himself back down. It caused him to choke on a moan when he did it and Harry’s eyes opened, his glasses creating a shine from the angle. His chest hurt from the lack of air, and all the mental and physical pressure he was feeling, as his best mate looked down at him. Watching as he did it again, apparently wanting to see his reaction.
He definitely got to see one because even though he tried not to, his face winced with pleasure causing him to grip the man’s hips tighter and his lips to part. Why were they still looking at each other? Shouldn’t they be looking away?
It must have been encouraging seeing him like that because Harry started a repetitive motion of sliding up and down his hardness. Ron’s eyes caught the movement of the man’s leaking cock bobbing up and down along with him. With more curiosity he found his hand itching to touch it. Wondering what it would feel like, but instead he flexed against his hip bone again with restraint.
In only a matter of minutes Harry was full out bouncing on his cock. Ron’s own hands helping guide him as he slid in and out of him. It was absolutely glorious, and his heart raced with excitement.
Harry’s hands suddenly rested on his chest, maybe because he was getting tired but it allowed him to thrust down with more power. His eyes were fixated on him and Ron felt licked his lips. He wanted to kiss him again. That thought paired with the feeling of his cock smacking against his stomach sent Ron thrusting up to meet him.
As soon as he did Harry gasped. “Oh...oh…
Ron growled lowly at his response. It felt empowering so he did it again and sent his best mate upwards, but Ron made sure he kept his cock buried in his best mate for both of their sakes. All confusion and concern was gone. At this point he never wanted it to end.
“Oh sweet mother of Merlin,” Harry panted, and he started slowing down more to grind against him. Perhaps finding that sweet spot since his friend's erection was an angry red dripping with precum.
Ron dug his nails into his ass cheeks and lifted him himself though so he could slam up into him. Harry cried out and Ron made his own noise of pleasure when his hole clenched his cock. It was so tight he thought he would come on the spot, but somehow he managed to stave it off. Which wasn’t easy.
“FUCK Harry!” he exclaimed loudly, throwing his head back hard against the mattress and feeling nearly over the edge. His belly was full of coils that were warning him he was going to snap soon. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. It was so intense.
Looking back up to see if Harrywas close his mouth stayed open seeing his friend fisting himself desperately. It had him thrusting into him faster and faster naturally mimicking his friend’s hand. Then Ron watched as long ropes of cum started spurting out of his cock and across his own stomach as Harry came with a mewling cry.
“Harder Ron! Harder!” he pleaded with a high pitched voice as his hand kept moving, continuing to milk himself and Ron found himself abiding by his plea. He pushed Harry down onto him and he bent his knees up to dig his heels into the bed for more power. Holding him in place as he found his full strength. It was brutal and Harry never once quit mewling as Ron fucked his clenched ass harder.
It was wonderful unleashing everything. Pushing his stiffness past the unyielding barrier of muscles. Forcing himself in again and again with grunts until he felt Harry opening up. Relaxed for him to use. It was overwhelming. His balls tightened and his body starting to feel like it was going numb as waves started crashing into him.
“Merlin Harry…...I’m... I’m….ohhhh ughhhh oh I’m coming Harry. I'm coming!” he grunted shamelessly as his orgasm flooded him. His cock pulsing and he could feel his seed leaving him. Ron ground Harry down against him as he rocked his cock around to feel all him. Keeping himself balls deep in his arse. As far as his long cock could reach. He wanted to feel it all. “Oh fuck me Harry….” he moaned happily.
Slowly Ron began to still their movement. His body started feeling weak from such a powerful orgasm that his skin tingled and he felt light. Feeling dizzy all he could do was bask in the afterglow and focus on breathing and the feel of a body on him. Like it was the only thing keeping him from floating away.
Ron hiss in disappointment when Harry lifted himself off of him, causing his spent cock to slip out of the nice warm body he had been occupying. The wetness of lube and cum cold against the room’s air. He hardly registered his friend laying down beside him though equally as exhausted.
Uncertain how long they laid there, Ron didn’t even care and had no desire to move. Maybe a hot cup of tea when he could and a bloody towel to clean his cock off. He felt no hurry though they were already past curfew anyways. His brain was still absorbing the last of the feeling and trying to commit it to memory.
“Ron?” Harry finally said, and all the redhead could do was hum his acknowledgement. “I’m gay,” he said simply.
Ron almost managed a laugh but it only came out as a heavy puff. He wanted to say no shit due to how hard he had slammed himself down on his cock and how much cum he was currently wearing on his stomach.
Opening his eyes, blinking away the lingering stars, Ron looked down to see the evidence of what they had done all over him. He expected to find it disgusting, some other man’s cum splattered on his body, but instead his tired cock gave it’s approval. When the thought of tasting it crossed his mind he inhaled sharply.
Instead he just looked at it though. Looked at the place Harry had been sitting on him and wanking himself on with his cock up ass like he couldn’t get enough of it. Merlin it had been so good. Better than he could have ever expected or even thought of. Then again he hadn’t thought of shagging any bloke. He tried to imagine someone else there, anyone else. Maybe the Gryffindor seventh year that had a good body, but all he could see was Harry’s jaw dropped face coming in ecstasy as his glasses slid down his nose.
“We….we’re going to pretend that didn’t happen right?” Harry asked somewhere far off in the distance to his ears.
Ron tried swallowing, but his throat was to dry from all the panting. How was he possibly suppose to forget the best sex he had had so far in his life. “Yea….yea….didn’t happen,” he agreed, but he knew he was never going to be able to look at his best mate the same ever again.
Even worse Ron feared that he would want to snog the man again…..shag him again. Visuals of himself fucking Harry from behind into his dorm bed flew into his mind. Smacking his ass as his friend rode him again. The man’s mouth wrapped around his cock while he fisted his hair and them simply snogging as Ron drove into him over and over…..and….
“Yea….didn’t happen,” Ron swallowed dryly.