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Boys and Broom Sheds	By : frogmella Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Ron Views: 24306 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Boys and Broomsheds

Author: Frogmella Fiasco

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or settings, and I'm not making any money off of this.

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Lunchtime, the great hall, and Harry was a little taken aback when a paper dart landed point-first in his mashed potato.

He unfolded it. Masticating, Ron read over his shoulder. "That's a bit of a list," he commented. "D'you think we'll have time?"

"I don't think we'll have the energy," Harry replied, amused. "You know, I actually used to feel guilty about this, but I think he's getting more out of it than we are."

Ron sighed. "Some people, mate, are just plain twisted."

The note in Harry's hand burst into rather pretty blue flames. He yelped and dropped it into the gravy. "Why does he have to do that?" he asked petulantly, sucking at his singed fingers.

Ron tried his best to look sympathetic and not in the least bit amused.

Harry looked ruefully at the gravy-soaked ashes. "D'you remember any of that?"

"Nope."

"Ah, well." They shared a grin. "We'll just have to wing it."

***

Ron stuck his head around the door into the musty interior of the broom shed, saw that it was empty, then beckoned over his shoulder. "OK?" Harry asked from behind him.

"Yes. C'mon." He shoved the door open and held it propped with his foot for the other two to enter - Draco first, with Harry's wand pointed at the centre of his back.

"Ron, cover him for me," Harry said, tucking his wand into the back pocket of his jeans. With a grin, Ron leveled his wand at Draco's nose, while Harry took some of the more battered school brooms and wedged them across the door, behind the racks placed on either side of it, blocking entrance to the shed.

"You're both morons, and you're not going to get away with this," Draco spat. Harry kicked him at the back of the knees, and he fell to the floor with a yelp, landing on all fours.

"We told you not to talk," Ron said, smugly.

"And stop scowling like that, you'll get wrinkles," Harry added.

Draco, to Harry's amusement, did.

The two Griffindors' eyes met briefly. Ron stalked around their fallen prey and Harry crouched down in front of Draco, tilting the blond's head up until they were face to face. Draco jerked away from Harry's hand, and the scowl reappeared.

"Now, what I would really like to do, Malfoy, is make you suck my dick..."

"Fuck you!"

Ron whacked him on the back of the head. Harry nodded his thanks to his friend.

"However, as I was about to say, I don't think I trust you enough to put anything between your teeth, so we're going to do something different." He grinned and got to his feet. "Kneel up like a good boy, Draco."

Draco hesitated. Ron prodded him in the back with his wand, and he knelt at Harry's feet, eyes level with the dark-haired boy's crotch.

"Open your mouth," Harry commanded

After a quick glance behind him, Draco did. Barely. Harry grabbed him by the jaw, but he shook free. "Your lives will not be worth living, you... you filthy mugglefucking..."

Ron hit him again. "Merlin, Harry, put something in his mouth, this is getting boring."

Harry fixed his eyes on the incensed Slytherin's. "Open. Your. Mouth."

Draco sniffed indignantly, and did as he was ordered.

"Now put out your tongue. Further... OK, stay. Ron, grab his hands, hold them behind his back. And if he struggles, kneel on his ankles."

Ron shoved his wand up the sleeve of his jumper, sat, and took Draco by the wrists. He offered no resistance.

Harry rubbed an open palm over his fly. "You know what, Malfoy? I'm going to really fucking enjoy this."

Ron's grip on his wrists tightened briefly in warning, but Draco didn't move.

Harry unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock, and licked the palm of his right hand. Draco's mouth shut as he swallowed involuntarily. Harry gave him a pointed look, and he opened it again. "Better," Harry said, trying to sound stern, but not entirely suppressing a grin. He rubbed himself slowly, licked his hand again, rubbed some more. Then took a step forward. Draco leaned back, Ron shoved him forward. "I said, stay. Bad boy." Harry slapped Draco's cheek with the side of his cock. Draco squeaked and flinched. Harry promptly slapped the other cheek. "Stay still, idiot." Draco fixed him with a death glare; Harry just snorted. "Now, open your bloody mouth, and I'm not going to tell you again."

He did and, unprompted, put out his tongue.

Slowly rubbing his fist up and down his shaft, Harry brought the tip forward to meet Draco's tongue. "Well, lick, you freak."

That got another glare, and some uninspired lapping.

Ron gave a snort of laughter, and the lapping slowed.

Harry smiled benevolently down at him. "Aw, don't be upset, precious. He just thinks you look cute, like a little fluffy white kitty-cat with a bowl of cream. Don't you, Ron?"

"Yeah. Just like a little pussy. That's exactly what he is."

"Faster, precious," Harry said, tapping his captive's jaw with his free hand.

"His ears've gone all pink," Ron announced, happily. "No, wait... red, now."

Harry looked down and studied Draco's face intently. Draco dropped his eyes. "Hmm. Yeah. Who'd've thought he had it in him? And faster means faster, Malfoy."

The glare returned, but the lapping speed increased. Harry let go to lick his hand again, and his cock jumped up to slap against his belly. Draco craned in to lick at the underside. Harry flicked him in the forehead with his forefinger. "Did I say you could do that?" He pushed the tip of his cock back down towards Draco's face. "Get on with it."

He began to lick again, working the flat of his tongue against the tip and occasionally lapping down along the shaft. Behind him, Ron gathered both his wrists into one hand, and there was rustling and some muttered swearing as he opened his trousers one-handed.

Draco leaned forward and took the whole head into his mouth, sucking gently and swirling the tip of his tongue beneath the foreskin. Harry grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back. "No. You don't get to do that. I'm going to come in your face, Malfoy, and you're not getting out of it that easily."

Ron moaned, and his grip on Draco's wrists slackened still further. His captive turned his hands to clasp loosely at Ron's fingers, and flicked the tip of his tongue against Harry's slit.

"Yes... Ah, yes, keep doing that..." He took a deep, quick breath. "Ron, when you come, catch it all, OK?"

"Ummm..."

"Malfoy, you're slowing down again."

Draco disengaged to inform him prissily, "my tongue's tired."

Harry gently knocked his cock against the end of Draco's nose, leaving a dab of moisture. "Tough, pussy. Keep licking."

Draco sighed, and did as he was told. Ron gasped. "Fuck, Harry, I'm going to..."

His friend grinned at him. "Go for it, just catch it."

Ron closed his eyes and tilted his head back. His fingers clutched desperately at Draco's (who squeezed back), then released him to cup against his dick and capture the spurts of come.

"Good?" Harry asked.

"Fuck, yeah."

Harry took a step back, leaving Draco licking at air for a second, then looking up, confused. "C'm'ere," Harry said, grinning, rubbing his hand over his cock, spreading Draco's saliva down the shaft. Ron got to his feet a little shakily, giving Harry a quizzical look. Harry took his wrist in his left hand and guided the handful of spunk towards Draco's face. The death glare returned. Harry's (somewhat evil) grin spread. "Doesn't pussy want his milk?" He let go of Ron and pulled out his wand, fisting his cock the whole time. "Pussy does want his milk, doesn't he?"

"You are so fucking dead," Draco said, tightly, but he leaned forward and began to clean Ron's hand with his tongue.

"Good pussy," Harry said, smugly, tucking his wand back into his pocket. "Make sure you get all of it."

He finished the palm, and began licking between the fingers. Ron turned his hand over, and Draco sucked each finger in turn. Then two at once. He was deep-throating Ron's index and middle fingers when Harry shoved gently, albeit slightly impatiently, at Ron's shoulder. "I think he's got all of it."

Ron gave him a cheeky grin. "Yeah, just about." He wiped his hand on his trousers, fastened his fly, and moved back to his previous position, intertwining his spit-damp fingers with Draco's.

"Don't worry," Harry told him, offering his cock again. "Won't be long now."

Draco gave him a calculating look, swiped his tongue firmly against the underside of the head, then settled back to lapping at the slit. Harry's hand began moving faster and he gave a cut-off moan.

Draco shifted, tensed, slipped the head and a good two inches of shaft into his mouth, flipped his tongue over the tip, sucked carefully, swallowed the first three spurts of come, took another unexpected three inches as Harry's hips shoved forward automatically, and gagged.

Harry grabbed him by the hair and pulled him off, gasping. He milked the last of his orgasm, not letting go of Draco's hair, scooped what was left from his cock, and flicked it at Draco. It hit his neck and cheek, and he flinched.

"That was not," pause for breath, "what I had in mind, Malfoy."

Ron got to his feet and arched his back, stretching. Draco wiped at his face, then scrubbed his hand against his trouser leg.

"Which is too bad for you," Harry continued. He tucked away his spent cock and zipped his fly. "We'll just have to do this all over again tomorrow."

Draco gave a half-smile and looked down.

"Unless you've got anything to say about that, Malfoy."

"If..." he broke off and glanced up at the door, where Ron was disassembling the broomstick barricade and listening avidly.

"Yes, Malfoy?" Harry stepped forward so the tips of his boots were almost touching Draco's knees.

"Next time, I mean, if you want to... er..." he swallowed, and said in a rush, "ifyouwannafuckmeyoucan."

"Oh, I see, his highness wants more. I suppose he isn't quite satisfied with the present arrangement." He prodded at Draco's crotch with his toe, and Draco squirmed away. "I don't know, I'll have to think about it." He paused for half a second. "I've thought about it. I don't think you're worthy of me." A smile crept back to his face. "Yet. Ron? You're free tomorrow, right?"

The End.
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