Banana - H/R - NC-17
Title: Banana
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 934
Rating: NC-17

A smutlet for my Harry/Ron claim at 50_smutlets.


Banana
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Hermione was in London for a few days and staying at their flat, when Harry took advantage of Ron's absence at the Burrow to ask for some advice.

"I think I'm a sex addict," he blurted out, handing her a beer and slumping down beside her on the couch.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "What makes you say that?" she asked.

"I was in trouble at work, the other week," he explained. "For screaming at Ron while we were supposed to be interviewing a suspect."

"And you screamed at him because…"

Harry sighed. "Because he was there and being all gorgeous and I couldn't concentrate on the stupid junior death eater when Ron was doing things with his hands and I wanted his hands on me."

"Things?" Hermione echoed. "What sort of things?"

"Nothing sexual," Harry protested weakly. "I just love his hands."

"You love him," she said simply.

"But I think of him all the time," Harry said. "Hermione, when you were together, did you obsess like this about him?"

She looked steadily at him. "No," she admitted. "But our relationship wasn't as intense as yours. I mean, you've been together, twenty-four hours a day, for twelve years. You're best friends, lovers and partners at work. Plus, when he was with me, he wanted you."

Harry sighed.

Hermione moved closer and rested her head on his shoulder. "Maybe you should get a new partner?" she suggested gently.

"No," Harry said instantly.

"Maybe you should give it a little more thought?"

"No," he insisted. "It's dangerous work, Hermione. I couldn't trust anyone else to keep him safe."

"Harry," she said, smiling at him. "I don't think you're a sex addict. You are a healthy young man, who thinks about sex as much as any other young man, and is lucky enough to be in a relationship where sex is freely available."

Harry grunted.

"I do think you are a Ron addict," she added.

Harry turned to look down at her. "And that's a recognised condition, is it?"

"I think he was the first friend you ever had and he means everything in the world to you. And." She hesitated. "I think he knows it, and I think he takes advantage of it."

Harry frowned . "He does not," he protested.

"Not in a bad way," Hermione assured him. "But he only has to smile at you and you'll let him get away with murder."

"I do not!"

"Harry," she said seriously. "I can taste brick dust on the neck of my beer bottle."

"I wiped it," Harry said indignantly. "I always…"

"Eight months," she interrupted. "He demolished your kitchen eight months ago, and you drink brick dust and put your bottle down on brick coffee tables. And you don't make him put it right."

"I got a book of household spells," he protested.

"And did you use it to fix the hole?"

"No," he admitted. "We forgot all about it and had sex."

"Ron regularly uses sex to distract you from things, doesn't he?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I guess he does," he said. "But I'm happy to be distracted."

"Even at work?"

"He wasn't doing it deliberately, he was just twiddling his handcuffs between his fingers, and I lost it."

Hermione's reply was drowned out by the Floo, as Ron arrived, laden down with his mum's food parcels.

"Cottage pie for dinner? Hello, Hermione," he said, going into the kitchen and dropping his packages on the table.

Harry caught himself gazing fatuously at him and grinned sheepishly at Hermione.

Ron rustled inside one of his bags and came back into the lounge, twirling a banana, and kissed them both on the cheek.

"What cha do today, Hermione?" he asked, sprawling on the other couch and peeling his banana.

Harry tried to concentrate on Hermione's story about the Ministry providing an interpreter for her meeting, on the grounds she was from Bulgaria, but he was being distracted rather badly by Ron and his eating habits.

"No matter how much English I spoke, the department head kept turning to look at the interpreter, and in the end I had to… Ronald Weasley, poor Harry may think he is thinking inappropriate thoughts while you innocently eat a banana, but you know, and I know, that you think it's funny to deep throat it in front of me."

Ron blinked at her, his lips wrapped suggestively round his banana.

"Harry," she said. "No, it's not your fault; it's Ron's. I am going to bed; he is all yours."

She kissed him goodnight and left the room.

Ron swallowed a large mouthful of banana.

Harry got up and walked slowly over to him, unbuckling his belt.

"What's she on about?" Ron asked.

"She thinks you know exactly what you're doing when you wind me up like this."

"Like what?" Ron asked.

"Like this," Harry murmured, freeing his erection and standing in front of him.

"For me?" Ron asked, dropping his banana and to his knees.

"Oh, yes," Harry whispered. "What are you gonna do about it?"

Ron examined the cock bobbing in front of his face. "I could suck it," he offered.

Harry nodded eagerly.

"I could kneel here while you fuck my mouth," Ron said. "I could swallow every drop when you come in my throat."

"Yes," Harry hissed, running the head of his cock along Ron's full bottom lip.

"And I could pretend Hermione isn't trying to tiptoe into the kitchen for something."

Harry whirled on the spot, cock still in hand, now pointing at his best female friend.

"I'm glad you're standing up for yourself, Harry," she whispered.


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