tattooedsiren | Lightning

Title: Lightning
Ships: Harry/Ron, Harry/Ron/Seamus (kinda)
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: Say it with me now ~ me ... don't ... own.
Summary: It was the lightning that woke him up. He hated storms. Always had. They made him terrified – but they also made him bold.
Authors Notes: Written for the fabulous

maple_mahogany. I tried my best to get Seamus involved somehow. :O)
Enjoy!

50_smutlets prompt: Oral

hpfanfic10x10 prompt: Blow

Lightning

It was the lightning that woke him up. He hated storms. Always had. They made him terrified – but they also made him bold.

With the room being illuminated with the glow of the storm, and almost shaking with the voracity of the thunder just outside the castle window, Harry got up and out of his bed and climbed into the one next to his.

Ron’s.

He curled up to his best friend and immediately felt better. He was still tense, his body shaking a bit every time the light flashed or there was a particularly loud rumble of thunder that seemed to move through the whole room.

It wasn’t long before Ron woke up. He felt the body of Harry beside him and smiled, leaning down and placing a kiss on the top of his head. Harry shifted his head from his place on Ron’s chest and looked at him. They smiled at each other.

“Hey,” Ron whispered.

“Hi,” Harry replied, leaning up and kissing Ron. “Sorry to wake you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He ran his fingers through Harry’s hair. He loved doing that. “Is everything okay?”

Harry nodded. “Fine.” But then there was a loud clap of thunder and Harry automatically clutched at Ron, burying his head in his chest. He felt rather than saw Ron chuckle.

Harry eventually came out, smiling embarrassedly at Ron. Ron just wrapped his arms around him, protecting him from the big bad storm outside.

After several minutes, Harry slipped a hand under Ron’s threadbare t-shirt, idly stroking the velvet of his stomach. He slowly moved his hand up his chest, feeling the increased beat of Ron’s heart beneath his palm. Harry looked up into Ron’s eyes as his thumb flicked his nipple, causing Ron to make a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan. Harry slowly got up, shifting himself so he was straddling Ron and their cocks brushed together, making Harry bite his lip to stifle a groan. Harry reached down and slowly pushed up Ron’s t-shirt, kissing and licking the skin he exposed. Ron helped him remove the material and then they were kissing, mouths open as tongues thrust desperately, Harry’s hands on his chest. Ron moved his hands from Harry’s hips, clutching his top and breaking the kiss just long enough to remove it.

Their chests pressed together as their mouths found each other again. Their bodies squirmed together, desperate for friction, their satin and cotton shorts doing nothing to help the situation. Harry broke their kiss, grinning at him before pressing kisses down his neck, chest and stomach. He removed Ron’s shorts, his hand running teasingly over his erection. Ron was desperate for him, writhing and panting. Harry slowly lowered his mouth, sticking out his tongue and touching it to the head of his cock. Ron groaned, frustrated with this teasing and just wanting his mouth on him right now. Harry, as though reading his mind, immediately took him in his mouth, swirling his tongue around his cock.

Ron arched off the bed slightly, trying to remember to breathe. He put his hands into Harry’s hair as Harry worked his magic on him. He stared at the canopy roof of his bed, his mind empty but for the pleasure sensations exploding there. He turned his head to the side, and at that moment a flash of lightning briefly illuminated the room. Two things quickly became apparent.

They had forgotten to close all the bed hangings.

And Seamus was watching them.

Ron panicked. The small, rational part of his brain told him to stop Harry but the larger part of his brain was too far gone with pleasure to care. Ron could see in the minimal light of the room that Seamus was just lying there, watching them. But then he saw movement, a small but distinct movement, and with a gasp Ron realised what was happening. Seamus was wanking while watching them.

Ron’s brain left him right then and there. All he could do was watch Seamus and feel Harry and he thought he would die.

He was so close. His hips were rising from the mattress, desperate for release. It came not long later, Ron spilling into Harry’s mouth, Harry’s name on his lips.

Ron collapsed back, exhausted and sated. Harry crawled back up his body and they kissed, Ron stroking the arch of Harry’s cheek with his thumb. Their foreheads pressed together as Ron tried to regain his breath.

Ron grinned, a delicious idea coming into his head. He rolled them over so he was now atop Harry. A flash of lightning briefly lit the room.

If Seamus wanted to watch, then he would put on a show.

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Location: home :O)
Current Music: Won't Give In - The Finn Brothers