springsmutfairy (springsmutfairy) wrote in hp_springsmut, @ 2009-03-09 16:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic, remus/sirius/ron, slash, threesome |
Happy Springsmut, gala_apples!
Author: arcadian_dream
Recipient: gala_apples
Title: Nothing Special
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Ron/Sirius/Remus
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Ron's insecurities begin to get the better of him after entering into a sexual relationship with Sirius and Remus; they are, however, determined to show the youngest Weasley boy that he has no reason to doubt their desire for him.
Warnings: AU, PWP, anal sex, a pinch of angst, (light) bondage, come-play, cross-dressing, cross-gen, drug use, a dash of fluff, masturbation, oral sex, rimming, sex acts involving someone under the age of 18 (Ron is approximately 17 years old), threesome, voyeurism.
Word Count: ~2,500
Author's Notes: AU in which Sirius doesn't die, but continues to reside at Twelve Grimmuald Place with Remus; set at the end of the Trio's sixth year/beginning of seventh year. Many, many thanks to AP for the last-minute beta – you're a champ! To gala_apples - Enjoy! I hope it's as much fun to read as it was to write ("plot need not apply" may very well be the four sweetest words in the English language, hee.)
Ron couldn't concentrate. Gazing intently at a spoonful of soup, he tried — pointlessly, as it happened — to ignore what was happening across the dining room table of Twelve, Grimmauld Place.
Scowling through the rising steam, Ron tried to ignore the hushed laughter coming from Remus: seated beside Sirius, he quietly admonished his friend and lover repeatedly; "Not just yet, Padfoot," he would whisper with little, if any, conviction.
"But Moony," Sirius replied in a low growl, "You're so damn sexy — I can't help myself!" Sirius inched his chair closer to Remus'.
Their thighs must have been brushing against one another, Ron knew; Sirius' hand disappeared under the table as Ron saw Remus' lips part, and heard an exhalation of contentment escape alongside the scratchy rhythm of Sirius' fingers and palm over the tweed of trousers.
Dropping his spoon into the bowl with a clatter, Ron pushed back his chair. The screech of its legs on the timber floor recalled Sirius and Remus to reality.
"Ron, where are you off to?" Remus asked, clearing his throat.
"I think I'm going to get going."
"But you only just arrived," Remus continued, gesturing toward Ron's abandoned bowl. "You've barely touched your soup."
"No. I'm … I'm not very hungry. And you two are obviously … busy … I think I'll just go."
"Ron," Sirius said, rising from his own seat to meet Ron on the other side of the table. He placed a hand on the younger boy's forearm, long fingers closing over pale, freckled skin. "Stay."
Ron opened his mouth to say something, to protest once again, to declare his intentions to depart and leave Sirius and Remus be. However, when he looked into Sirius' eyes, he found himself unable to do so. It was as though all vestiges of Sirius' beauty, ravaged these past years by his imprisonment, had sought refuge there — and it was, Ron knew, impossible to deny such pleading warmth, and lively hope.
Still silent, Ron continued to stare. Sirius' lips curved into a gentle smile. The moment was suddenly broken by the sound of Remus' approaching footsteps.
"You know, don't you Ron, that we wouldn't ask you to be here if we didn't want you to?" Remus asked
Ron looked back at the cheerful smiles and concern on the faces of his companions, his brow furrowed.
He nodded, though couldn't quite understand what it was that these two men — each individually incredible as they were, and yet something else altogether when they were with one another — could need or want his presence for.
He was, after all, only Ron Weasley: sidekick to Harry Potter, verbal sparring partner to Hermione Granger, the sixth of seven Weasley children and, he often felt, something of a bumbling fool.
Or, rather, he was made to feel so by the strength of others' perceptions.
And so, even though he nodded in agreement with Remus' question, he still failed to understand why.
"Well," he said, "I suppose I could stay."
"Excellent!" Sirius said. He pulled Ron to his chest in what could have been little more than a friendly hug, and planted a lingering kiss on the boy's forehead. Grinning, Remus ruffled the youngest Weasley boy's hair.
"Come on, then. Seeing as you're staying," Remus said to Ron. He winked at Sirius who released Ron from his embrace before bounding away up the stairs.
"Are you two coming, or what?" he called back between thudding footsteps.
"Not yet," Remus muttered, smiling warmly at Ron, "Well," he said, placing an arm across the boy's broad shoulders, "shall we?"