Fic: Taking Advantage by lena3
Title: Taking Advantage Author: lena3 Rating: NC-17 Challenge: Written for the Bring Back the Porn challenge on Insane Journal. Summary: Harry and Ron go to a concert and a party. People pass out, Colin takes pictures, and Harry fucks Ron. Warnings (if applicable): Not dub-con to me, but Ron isn’t capable of giving consent. Notes: Thank you to my dear comma queen lorien_eve. There are a couple of odd bits in there for a few people on my flist. Let’s see if they pick up on it. ;)
The room was dark except for a small lamp in the corner. The bed was large, and was able to accommodate the four people on it.
Harry Potter was lying on the bed with a dark-haired girl’s head on his lap.
Ron Weasley was giggling to himself every few minutes, his eyes closed and with a girl laying beside him.
There was a flash of light that startled Harry. He opened his eyes and wiped the drool off his chin. He was hung over from various concoctions of the night before.
He looked upside down at the blurry flash. He moved the thing off his lap roughly. It grunted and moved its head, but not much. Harry patted the bed for his glasses, but couldn’t find them.
He saw another flash. He sat up and turned, and realized with his foggy vision that is was Colin Creevey with a camera. He laid back down and slid off the edge of the bed onto the floor.
“Colin, what the fuck are you doing?”
Ron giggled in the background.
“Oh, Harry, just taking some pictures of your birthday party.”
“The birthday is over, I think.”
Ron giggled again.
Harry crawled around the bed, shielding his face from Colin’s camera. Ron’s legs were dangling off the edge of the bed. Harry pulled on them, pulling Ron off the bed. Ron was boneless as he slid onto floor.
Ron’s eyes were still closed, his mouth in a slight smile, his body leaning into the side of the bed.
“Hee hee hee hee.”
Harry softly slapped Ron on the cheek. “Merlin, Ron, shut up.”
There was another flash.
“Colin, if you take another goddamn picture, I will shove that camera up your arse.”
Harry rolled his eyes and shifted his legs. “Where the fuck are my glasses?”
He saw Colin reach for something on a table behind him. He turned and handed Harry’s glasses to him.
Harry shoved them on his face and resumed patting Ron on the cheek. “Wake up, Ron.”
Ron giggled and slid further to the floor.
“Great.” Harry leaned back on his haunches, trying to decide what to do.
“Colin, go home or go to bed or something.” Harry raised his eyes to meet Colin’s, then gestured to the bed. “I’m not sleeping there and neither is Ron. Go for it.”
Colin looked at Harry, then at Ron, then the two girls. Colin shrugged and said, “But, Harry…”
Harry sighed loudly. “No, Colin. Where’s your brother?”
Colin gestured to the next room.
Harry stared at him and Colin knew he was wasn’t going to be invited to anything Harry had planned, so he took his camera and walked into the next room.
Harry could hear flashbulbs go off in rapid succession.
Harry pulled Ron’s arm up and over his shoulder, trying to get him to move.
Suddenly, Harry felt a hand run up his leg onto his crotch. He looked down and saw that Ron’s eyes were opened.
“Hee hee hee hee.”
Ron was grinning and giggling non-stop.
“What is wrong with you?”
Harry thought back to the Family Values concert, and after party. What a night. Alcohol and various drugs running free and wild everywhere.
He knew that he and Ron must have been out of it if they were bed with two girls. Not that anything obvious happened. Harry looked down to make sure all his clothes were still on and Ron’s were also still intact.
He did feel sorry for Colin. He knew Colin had a huge crush on him, but Harry wasn’t interested. He was only interested in Ron and everyone knew it.
Ron curled his other arm around Harry’s shoulder and leaned forward. He passed out again, falling into Harry, pushing him off the balls of his feet. Harry fell on his arse and Ron was in between his legs.
“Ron, come on. Ron?”
Harry gave up for the moment and laid back, letting Ron lay on top of him.
Ron’s mouth was next to Harry’s ear and a loud snore rumbled.
“Merlin, Ron, you’d think I’d be used to that by now.”
Harry continued to lay there, contemplating his next move. Did he want to just sleep here, try to move Ron, or take advantage of the situation? He knew he was going to take advantage, as usual.
Harry reached behind him and batted at the bottom edge of the door and slammed it shut. He was a little concerned about the two girls on the bed, but they both seemed to be sleeping away. There was an open door at the other end of the room. He wondered if he could get Ron to crawl that far.
He huffed as he lifted Ron off of him.
“Ron, come on.” Harry disentangled himself from Ron’s legs and grabbed his arms under his shoulders and began dragging him across the carpet. His head banged against the floor. Harry stopped.
“Ooooo…sorry.” Harry crawled around to Ron’s legs and grabbed his shoes. He swung Ron around and began pulling him towards the other room. When Harry reached the open door, he flipped the switch. Harry glanced around. It was the bathroom, but plenty big. Big enough, anyway.
He pulled Ron the whole way in and shut the door, accidentally smacking Ron’s head on the way.
“Sorry!” But Harry wasn’t all that sorry, if this meant that Ron was waking up.
Ron moved his hand in the general direction of his head. He batted his hand around before it fell.
Harry noticed Ron’s long hair spread out from his head and reached over to touch it. He laid carefully on Ron and moved the hair from Ron’s face. He kissed him softly on the lips. Ron moaned, smacking his lips, unconsciously anticipating more.
Harry unbuttoned Ron’s jeans and pulled them down. It was difficult with a boneless, unhelpful, sleeping body, but he managed to get them past Ron’s thighs. He’d had practice with this on occasion. Harry touched Ron over his y-fronts, then pulled those off as well.
Harry knew he should wait. Maybe. Maybe he should wait until Ron was awake. But Harry was awake and wanted Ron badly.
Harry pulled Ron’s shirt up slightly to show the pale skin underneath. He leaned forward and pressed his tongue against it. It was a bit salty and warm. Harry swirled his tongue around the small belly button.
Ron moaned again. Harry raised his head to look at his face. Harry leaned back between Ron’s legs and quickly pulled his own jeans off. He scooted up and placed his hands besides Ron’s head. Harry placed himself gently on top of Ron, feeling their cocks touch.
He placed his head next to Ron’s, feeling his long, silky hair rub his cheek.
Harry was getting hard. He lifted his hand from the cold tile on the other side of Ron’s head and placed it on his cheek. He rubbed in circles across the freckles he knew were there. He felt the slight stubble that had accumulated over the last day. He didn’t even have to look at Ron to know what every part of his face looked like. He continued to lay his head next to Ron’s, smelling the alcohol on his t-shirt and the smoky, pungent scent coming from his hair.
Harry lifted himself up off of Ron for a moment. He pulled Ron’s jeans off the rest of the way, taking his shoes with them. He reached up and flipped the light switch off.
He sat between Ron’s legs again. Ron was snoring slightly.
In the dark, he groped for Ron’s leg and found the firm, slightly hairy thigh. He lifted Ron’s leg up and scooted up so their cocks touched once again.
Harry moved his other hand up underneath Ron’s arse and touched him. He moved his fingers back and forth over Ron’s hole. Then he pushed Ron’s leg over so he was mostly leaning to one side. Harry curled up and lay his head on the floor next to Ron’s arse.
He loved preparing Ron this way. He loved licking and sucking at Ron’s arse. Harry chuckled to himself. He was most definitely an arse man, while Ron loved sucking him off.
Harry pressed his face close and poked his tongue out. He dipped his tongue in between Ron’s arse cheeks and pressed it inside Ron. He pulled out and licked around and around, swirling his tongue, dipping it in again and again.
Ron’s breath changed and he moaned once again. Harry held Ron’s arse checks in his hands, spreading them wide to be able to press his tongue as deep as he could.
Then he couldn’t wait any longer.
Harry moved his head from under Ron’s leg, and held it up. He scooted himself under Ron, placing the leg against his chest. The leg dangled at the knee and fell over Harry’s shoulder. He was on his knees, the cold, hard tile, bruising them. He didn’t care.
He grabbed his cock and positioned it against Ron’s hole. He pressed hard, scooting closer, until it breeched Ron, then Harry pushed in slowly until he was inside completely.
He grunted, as Ron’s head lolled back. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. Ron’s breathing became rough and his eyes fluttered.
Harry began pushing in and out. He held Ron’s leg steady and he bounced up and down on the back of his calves, and started moving faster. Harry leaned his head back and closed his eyes as he fucked Ron. Harry panted and grunted as he scraped his knees against the floor. He went quicker and faster, completely to the hilt and felt his balls slap again Ron’s arse.
Ron was quiet, breathing hard, now just half asleep.
“Ron, wake…up…wake…up!” panted Harry.
Harry reached forward with a hand and pulled on Ron’s cock. It was half-hard and dripping. Harry stroked it as he pushed inside him once again.
He moved quickly back and forth. His eyes closed again and leaned his head back. He kept at it, going faster and faster until he heard Ron say his name.
Harry opened his eyes and looked down. Ron’s eyes were half open and glazed over.
Harry slowed for a moment, then sped up again, ready to come. The pit of his stomach clinched as he felt himself spill out into Ron. He leaned back onto his calves and breathed heavily. He pulled out of Ron and lowered his leg onto the floor.
“Enjoy that, Harry?”
Harry leaned forward and lay on top of Ron, placing his cheek against Ron’s, feeling the long, silky hair again against his face.
“Yeah,” whispered Harry.
He felt a twitch in Ron’s cheek as he smiled.
“Good, but you know, one of these days, I’ll wake up first.”
Harry chuckled, “No, you won’t. You’re mine and I’m the early riser.”
Ron laughed softly in Harry’s ear. Then he wrapped his arms around Harry and squeezed him tight.