Once Upon a Restless Night

Once Upon a Restless Night
Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had been the best of friends since meeting their first year on the train to Hogwarts. Now, nine years later, nothing has changed between them.
They had somehow managed, with much pain, gnashing of teeth, and nagging by their mutual friend Hermione Granger, to achieve good enough marks on their O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s to become aurors. Hermione decided to put her brains to good use and for the time being was a journalist for a newspaper company. (Not the Daily Prophet of course. The day Hermione works for them is the day Hell freezes over.)
Harry and Ron had gotten past the training period and had done more little odd jobs than theshedshed to count. Finally, their supervisor decided that they had proven themselves and assigned them their first big job. They were to stake out the rumored hiding place of a group of notorious death eaters and report any suspicious activity.
Harry and Ron couldn’t have been more excited about their big break. They were slightly nervous, but their excitement was such as to overpower any nervousness. The morning of the big day, they woke up early, collected their things that they had packed the previous night, and headed for their supervisor’s office. There they would take a portkey to the place they would be staying for six months.
Before they knew it, they were standing in the middle of a small cabin in the woods somewhere. They dropped their stuff and immediately began to rummage around. It was a quaint little house. It had a small kitchen with a table and two chairs, a living room with a TV, couch and armchair, a bathroom, and a bedroom with two twin beds. Ron jumped onto the first bed, decided it was not to his liking and then plopped down on the other. Harry rolled his eyes at him and sat down on the bed Ron had rejected.
They soon found that this job was not as exciting as it had seemed. They still had to keep their guard up, but it did not appear that any death eaters had any intentions of showing up. So Harry and Ron spent their days reading, watching TV, playing chess, or any other trivial pursuits along thoinesines. (Ron much preferred eating everything in sight, then watching the cabinets re-stock themselves.)
They soon found out that this room was a bit like the Room of Requirement where they had held their D.A meetings in fifth year. If they cam across anything they didn’t have, all they had to do was say it and it appeared. They discovered this about three months into the project.
It had been raining and the TV had decided not to work. They had already exhausted their efforts in chess and were now utterly and horribly bored.
“You know what we need?” said Ron out of the blue.
“Huh?” asked Harry, not really caring.
“Some fire whiskey, it’ll at least give us something to do,” Said Ron.
“Yeah,” laughed Harry, “and where do you suppose we’ll find some in the middle of the woods?”
“I dunno, it was just a thought,” said Ron, looking rather put out.
“What the hell?” said Harry, startling Ron out of his newly-acquired haze.
“What?”
Harry reached for the table and took the bottle that had just appeared there. He looked at it, shook his head in confusion, then gave the bottle to Ron, who took it, looking completely shocked.
“Bloody hell, it’s real!” he exclaimed, pausing to examine the bottle.
“Well let’s open it shall we?” he said, making to uncork the bottle.
“Eh, what’s the worst that can happen?” shrugged Harry.
~they would soon find out~
They had drained the contents of the bottle within two hours and were now completely pissed. They lay on the sofa, apparently unable to move.
“Harry”, said Ron, quite unexpectedly.
“Huh?” grunted Harry, moving his head with great difficulty to face Ron.
“Have I ever told you that I loved you?” he asked dreamily.
“Nope, don’t think you have,” he answered, apparently either not taking in what he just heard or simply not caring.
“I know it sounds weird, but I really do love you Harry,” Ron said, now moving himself closer to Harry on the couch.
“Get off it, you’re just pissed!”
“Be that as it may…” tra Ron Ron, not bothering to finish.
Harry now realized just how close Ron was to him and started to get nervous. But before he could say anything Ron leaned over and kissed him squarely on the lips. His mind was racing. His first thought was, “oh my god, Ron’s blo bloody mad!” The next was, “This is very strange.” Then the third thought,” This actually isn’t that bad,” came as quite a shock. “I can’t possibly like this can I? Of course not, I don’t like blokes…..do I? I’m not pushing away.” And at this thought he surrendered to Ron’s kiss.
Ron’s hands traveled up Harry’s neck and tangled themselves in his hair. He ran his tongue along the seam of Harry’s lips, asking for entry. He obliged and felt Ron’s tongue begin to battle with his, lust surging through his body, which came as quite a shock to him. Harry no longer cared that this was Ron, Ron, his best friend, his best guy friend. The desire running through him could not be ignored. He mimicked Ron and tangled his hands in his hair, driving his tongue deep into Ron’s mouth, forcing a small moan from him.
At this, Harry lost control. It must have been the alcohol in his system, but he had to have Ron, right now! He moved his hands from Ron’s hair and started to unbutton his shirt. He quickly undid the buttons and slid the shirt off Ron’s broad shoulders, then caed hed his chiseled chest. This had apparently driven Ron over the edge as well. He forcefully laid Harry down on the couch and hastily undid his shirt. It had now seemed to turn into a contest for dominance, one which neither was willing to lose. Ron’s hands next set to work on Harry’s belt buckle. Harow row realized his massive erection straining against his jeans, thankful to soon be released. He raised his hips slightly so that Ron could pull his pants down. Ron’s eyes widened as he silently gasped. Harry had not been wearing any boxers. “Nice, very nice,” moaned Ron, leaning down to engulf Harry’s mouth again. He quickly moved to his neck, then to his chest, slowly kissing his way down. Harry was growing impatient and all the more aroused. He grabbed Ron’s head and forced it down. “Patience is a virtue,” Ron smiled. “Well it’s not one of mine!” growled Harry. Ron smiled wickedly and dropped his head back down. He now wasted no time. He took Harry into his mouth and slid down his entire length. Harry arched his back and drove himself into Ron’s mouth. Ron laughed, sending vibrations through Harry’s body, making him groan. Ron then began to work him, sucking hard and flicking his tongue over the head on the upstroke. Harry groaned with pure desire. Ron swirled his tongue around the head, causing Harry’s eyes to roll to the back of his head. Ron then resumed working him faster and faster. Harry knew that he was close. He wondered if Ron had ever done this before. “Who cares!” he thought as his climax washed over him, erasing any further thought from his mind. He looked up at Ron just in time to see him sit up and swallow. “There’s something so sexy about that,” thought Harry. Ron licked his lips, came back up and devouHarrHarry’s mouth once again. Harry tasted the saltiness of himself and the chocolaty- sweet taste of Ron.
Harry flipped them over on the couch so that he was now on top. He did not fuss with kissing, but set straight to work on Ron’s belt, undoing it and tugging the pants, and boxers, free. “A little over-zealous are we?” asked Ron playfully. “Hell yes!” rasped Harry. He looked down and noted, with great pleasure, Ron’s size. “Twenty points to Gryffindor,” he joked to himself. He began to work Ron with his hand, not yet willing to use his mouth. Ron groaned and thrust into his hand much the same way he had into Ron’s mouth. Harry decided, “What the hell?” and bent down to devour Ron. He had never done this but he found it came quite naturally. He worked Ron much the same way Ron did him, not really knowing what else to do. He worked him faster and faster until Ron climaxed. Harry fought back the urge to gag and swallowed Ron’s salty cum.
Once Ron collected himself, he pulled Harry down into a bruising kiss then broke it off. “Fuck me!” he said as he shifted and turned over underneath Harry. He was a surpsurprised by his bluntness, but seeing the passion in Ron’s eyes and feeling his own, he obliged. Ron had apparently performed some sort of lubrication spell. Harry slid himself into Ron, forcing a small, deep moan from him. It was different, yes, but Harry rather liked the tightness and friction as he slowly thrusted into Ron. He began to move faster, eliciting now, very deep moans from Ron and himself. He continued this for awhile before pistoning his hips one, two, three times before emptying himself into Ron. After sliding himself out, he accidentally fell off the couch with a loud thud. “Ow.” “You alright mate?” breathed Ron. “Yeah, fine,” said Harry, blushing slightly. He made to get up, but before he couRon Ron was on top of him once more. “No, don’t get up, it’s better down here, more roomon won whispered in Harry’s ear, and then licked the shell of it, sending chills down harry’s spine. He then forcefully turned Harry over onto his stomach. “I didn’t know he was that strong,” thought Harry. “It’s your turn now,” said Ron in a wicked tone that scared Harry a little but aroused him as well. His heart was now beating very fast. He had never done this before. What would it feel like? Would it hurt? Just then, Ron performed the same lubrication spell. It was very strange to be wet in a place that was never intended to be wet.
Ron somehow seemed to be able to read Harry’s mind. He slid slowly into Harry, causing him to wince with pain. Ron allowed him to get over the initial shock, and then began to move slowly inside him, getting slightly rougher with each thrust. Harry let out a small whimper. The pain was excruciating, but all at once, the pain lifted and a wonderfully pleasurable feeling took over. As Ron’s thrusts increased, so did Harry’s pleasure. He let out a deep moan and felt as if he were burning with sensation. Ron pistoned his hips as his climax came over him, riding Harry out until Harry’s own climax washed over him as well. Ron went limp and pulled out of Harry and collapsed onto the floor beside him.
They lay there, both completely spent, in the middle of the living room floor. Ron rolled over and placed his body parallel to Harry’s, placing his arm over Harry’s chest and kissing him softly on the neck. They layed there like this in silence for a few minutes collecting themselves.
“I love you Harry,” whispered Ron.
“I love you too Ron,” Harry whispered back. He realized the truth of this statement and a small smile graced his lips.
“I don’t think we should tell Hermione about…erm…this,” Ron said uncomfortably.
“I think you’re right, she just wouldn’t approve.”
“Never.”
And so that began their relationship. This just goes to show what a bottle of fire whiskey can do to two boys who thought they were straighter than arrows. (Well, maybe not Ron, but that’s not the point.) Needless to say, life in that cabin was not nearly as boring anymore.