Cumming Out

            He felt a heavy weight on him.  Slowly opening his eyes, Ron saw black messy hair.  He took a deep breath of Harry’s scent.  Harry sighed contently.  Ron thought.  He must be having a good dream.

            Ron shook Harry gently to wake him.  Harry moaned and squeezed his arms around Ron’s body.

            Feeling Harry’s apparently sizable prodding erection, Ron blushed a deep crimson.  He shook Harry again.  “Harry, wakeup.”

            Harry looked up and saw Ron’s flushed face.  He rolled onto his back – embarrassed.

            “Sorry, Ron…I…”

            “It’s fine.” Ron said quickly, red as a beet.”  “Guess you were having quite the dream, ugh?”  Ron prodded, curious.

            Harry tried to cover himself with his hands.  Blushing, he said, “Err, no.  I just, you know…morning wand.”