Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2011-08-26 16:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp ficlets harry/ron, hp quill-it 100.3 |
HP ficlet: Overheard [Harry/Ron, adult]
Title: Overheard
Author: celandineb
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: adult
Length: 720 words
Warnings: chan (they are both 15), voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, first time
Summary: Ron's been listening to Harry at night. Harry decides to do something about it.
Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 5, "exposed".
When he first realized that Ron listened to him wank at night, Harry felt embarrassed about it, even exposed, as if he had been caught doing something he oughtn't.
Which was ridiculous, really; it wasn't as if Ron didn't wank too, and for that matter Seamus and Dean and Neville. Dean usually remembered to use a Silencing charm, but Neville had never really mastered it, and the rest of them mostly forgot. Harry was sure it was only himself that Ron paid attention to, not the others. Any time Harry wanked, all sounds from Ron's bed stopped, and then once Harry had finished, he could hear Ron moving again. The same didn't happen if it was anyone else.
Harry started listening for Ron in return, waiting to see if he could hear Ron's bed creaking rhythmically, and then fisting his own prick in time with Ron's movements. He had to remember to use Silencio, though, or Ron would stop wanking and listen to Harry instead.
It was an odd situation altogether, each of them getting off while listening to the other. Harry wasn't sure if Ron had realized that Harry knew what he was doing, or that Harry had started listening in return. Matters finally came to a head over the Christmas holidays, when they were sharing the room in Grimmauld Place again.
Christmas night Harry didn't even pretend to wait until Ron might be asleep before starting to wank. He skinned out of his pyjamas altogether, licked his palm, took hold of his cock, and began a steady stroke that made his bed creak slightly. He even allowed himself to make little sounds of pleasure as his cock slid through his fist. All the while, he was straining to hear any sounds from Ron's bed. There was nothing. He imagined Ron lying there, his eyes wide open as he listened to Harry's movements, perhaps with his own hand wrapped around his prick to both arouse and control himself until Harry had finished. The thought of Ron so focused on him excited Harry tremendously.
Just before he came, Harry stopped and held still. He could hear Ron breathing heavily from the other bed. Harry gathered up his courage and said aloud, "Ron?"
There was a pause. Then --
"Yeah?"
"Are you listening to me?"
An even longer pause before Ron admitted, "Yeah, I was. Sorry, mate."
"It's all right if you do, but I was thinking that maybe you might want to do more than just listen." Harry swallowed. "I'd like to do more than listen to you."
"You would?" Ron sounded incredulous.
"Yeah, I would."
He waited. A minute dragged by, then another, but at last he heard Ron's mattress creak as he stood up, and Ron's steps coming toward him. In the dim moonlight that filtered through the curtained window Harry saw that Ron was naked, too, his prick standing stiffly against his stomach.
"Come on," said Harry, lifting up the bedclothes for Ron to get in.
Ron's skin was cool and warm at once, and his cock was hot and heavy in Harry's hand. He groaned when Harry touched him and his hips jolted forward. Harry wriggled closer until he could move his face a last half-inch and press his lips to Ron's. Ron's mouth opened to him and Harry felt the tip of his tongue against his own. A shudder ran through him and he stroked Ron's cock faster. Now Ron's hand found his prick, Ron's touch like and yet unlike what he was used to in wanking, far more exciting because he didn't know just what Ron might do next.
He had already been so close that it was hardly any time before orgasm overtook him, and Ron came too just seconds later, their spunk mingling messily on their hands and stomach.
"Wow, Ron," murmured Harry, just as Ron said, "Fucking brilliant, that was." Harry could feel that Ron's grin was as wide as his.
"Loads better than wanking, I think."
"Hell, yeah," Ron agreed. Harry grabbed the face cloth he'd tucked under his pillow to clean them up -- his cleaning charms weren't very reliable, and he knew Ron was even worse at them.
"You can sleep here with me if you'd like," he offered.
"I think I would," said Ron, and snuggled close.