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Ch. 70 Harry/Ron

Harry sighed as he entered the Three Broomsticks. Glancing around, he saw the familiar patch of red hair laying on the bar and strode over. Nodding to Rosmerta, he took a seat next to Ron. Nudging him gently, he spoke.

"Alright mate, that's enough. Let's get you home." Ron lifted his head up and looked bleary-eyed at Harry for a moment. Blinking, his eyes slowly focused a bit.

"Whatdoyouwant?" he mumbled as he tried to shove Harry's hand away. Rolling his eyes again, he took the unbalanced Ron by the elbow and heaved him up.

"Alright, off we go. You can crash on my couch tonight." Harry half led, half drug Ron from the bar and disapparated when they hit the outside air. With a crack, they landed inside the doorway to his flat. Releasing Ron's arm, he walked across the open space to the kitchen and started fixing a large glass of water. He heard Ron shuffle over and fall onto the couch.

"She's really gone." Harry's turned to look at his best friend. He knew exactly what he was talking about without having to ask. Hermione had left him 6 month earlier to be with Draco. It had destroyed Ron, and ever since almost every Friday night Harry was having to answer a patronus summons from Rosmerta to come and fetch him from her bar. Setting the water down on the end table, Harry lowered himself onto the couch.

"I know, mate. But it will work itself out, you'll see. You've always got me, yea? I'm here for you." he patted Ron's knee gently and stood back up. Handing the glass to Ron, he bid him goodnight and went down the hall to his room. He entered the modest space, stripped off his clothes, and crawled into bed in his boxers as he always had. That is where normal stopped.

About 2 hours later, Harry was dead asleep when he heard his bedroom door creak open. Confused, he lifted his head and could just make out the blurry form of Ron in the doorway. Assuming he was lost from his intoxication, he reached over and grabbed his glasses and put them on. As he turned back around to face Ron, however, he came face to face with his best friend, shirtless and on his bed. He froze. Staring eye to eye with Ron, he could tell something was different. He eyes weren't bloodshot, at least not as bad as he'd expect from him being drunk, and his stare was extremely focused. He furrowed his brow.

"Ron?" he asked. Ron continued to look at him for a long moment, then slowly, he reached his hand up and placed it on the side of Harry's face. Harry jumped a little, but didn't pull away. Something in Ron's eyes kept him where he was.

"I've never thanked you, for looking after me on nights like this. For giving me a place to sleep. For just...you know, being there. You've been by my side through everything. I just..." His eyes flicked down to Harry's lips, and that's when Harry knew. He knew Ron was unsure of what he was feeling, but he wanted him to make the move. Harry kept still and looked into his friend's eyes.

"I'll always be here, mate. Always." Harry let his own eyes travel down to Ron's lips, and that seemed to be the confirmation he needed. Slowly, he tilted his head and brought their lips together. Softly at first, then heat started to build between them. Harry, being experienced with sex with men, reached out and gently tugged Ron onto the bed beside him. Ron went willingly, and when Harry reached down and slid his hand into his boxers, he arched his back with a hiss. Harry brought their lips together again as he slowly stroked Ron's cock. Harry could tell he was well endowed, even without looking down at the cock in his hand. After a few minutes, Harry reached over and took Ron's wrist. He tugged him down and slowly pulled Ron's hand toward his own cock. Breaking the kiss, Ron gave a wicked grin, then surged down toward Harry's hip. In one swift motion, Harry's boxers were off and across the room. Then warm lips closed around the head of his cock and he let out a groan. Ron was phenomenal for being inexperienced. He sucked Harry's cock like a pro. Just when Harry thought he was going to blow, Ron stopped and let the head of Harry's cock pop free from his lips. Climbing up Harry's chest, he leaned his lips down to his ear.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Harry. I'm going to fuck you until you cum all over the place. Because you deserve the best." Before Harry could react in any way to this announcement, Ron flipped him onto his stomach. Grabbing Harry's wand from the nightstand, he trickled some warm lube over his asshole. Harry did his best to relax. Bottom was not something he normally did. But Ron was also enormous and he REALLY wanted to feel that inside him. As he let the muscles in his legs relax, he felt the hot, blunt head of Ron's cock probing his ass. When Ron finally found his mark, he gently pushed forward, inching his cock into Harry. Harry bit down on the pillow at the searing pain of his entry, his cock was so big it almost killed him. But as soon as his head popped inside and he could adjust. Ron slowly started to thrust, and Harry's brain fritzed out. All he felt was immense waves of pleasure. It didn't take long for Harry to find his release. With a shout his cock started kicking and cum was shooting all over the bed. A few more thrusts and Ron, too, found his release. As the men collapsed onto the bed, Harry looked over at Ron, who was panting hard as he lay on the bed. Reaching over, he touched his shoulder and Ron opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Next time, how about we skip the trip to the bar and just start at this part?" Harry asked. Ron laughed.