Christmas List - H/R - NC-17
Title: Christmas List
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 891
Rating: NC-17

Written for violet_quill’s Make the Yuletide Gay Challenge.


Christmas List
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Ron had been sitting at their kitchen table, writing steadily and sucking his quill, for over an hour.

Harry finally cracked and asked him what he was doing.

“It’s my Christmas list,” Ron explained.

“Christmas list?” Harry echoed.

“For Santa,” Ron said, straight faced.

“Santa?”

“I’ve been a very good boy this year, and I wanted to make sure that he knows everything I want for Christmas.”

Harry stared at him. “You’re twenty-six,” he said, finally.

“So?”

“So, you’re too old for Santa,” Harry complained.

“Well. I figure he never heard from me for the ten or so Christmases I was entitled to, what with him being a Muggle tradition, so he owes me.”

Harry laughed. “Let me see, then,” he said, reaching for the list, but Ron folded up the piece of parchment and put it in his pocket.

Harry rolled his eyes, but gave up, laughing.

Later that day, they were on the couch, Harry sprawled at one end, Ron lying with his head in Harry’s lap.

Harry was idly running his fingers through Ron’s hair, tangling them in the long strands.

Flexing his fingers against Ron’s scalp, he smiled as Ron made a contented noise.

So he rubbed harder, massaging Ron’s temples as his eyes drifted closed.

When he’d finished a thorough scalp massage, he bent and kissed Ron’s forehead.

“Lovely,” Ron murmured, before taking his piece of parchment out, unfolding it and making a tick with a self-inking quill off the coffee table.

“What was that?” Harry asked.

“Nothing,” Ron said, putting the parchment back in his pocket.

“Ron?”

“Cup of tea?” Ron said, getting to his feet and strolling into the kitchen.

“What was that?” Harry repeated, trailing after him.

“Christmas list,” Ron said, casting a Warming Charm on the teapot and adding three teaspoons of leaves.

“You had a scalp massage on your Christmas list?” Harry asked, opening a packet of biscuits.

“Yup,” Ron said, adding boiling water and a maroon tea cosy. “Why?”

“Just seems a little odd,” Harry said, nibbling on a chocolate finger.

“I like scalp massages, “ Ron said simply, bringing the teapot and two cups to the table.

Harry shrugged.

They met Hermione and Charlie for a drink that evening. Ron and Charlie were arguing about the Quidditch match they had been to the week before, so Harry went up to the bar to buy another round.

“Three pints, a rum and coke and some pork scratchings,” he said, sitting down beside Ron and automatically putting his hand on Ron’s thigh and letting his fingers curl over the bulge in Ron’s jeans.

Ron didn’t stop talking to Charlie, but he took his piece of parchment out again.

“D’you have a pen?” he asked Hermione.

She rummaged in her bag and handed him a Muggle ballpoint pen.

He ticked something on his list and pocketed it again, along with the biro.

Harry raised an eyebrow at him.

“Public groping,” Ron whispered.

Harry choked on his beer.

By the time they got home, Ron had ticket off three more entries.
He followed Harry into the toilets, bent him backwards over the sink, kissed him deeply and left, ticking ‘snogging in the gents’ as he went.

A tipsy Harry pulled him into a darkened alleyway on the way home and pressed him against the wall, grinding against him and breathing hard into his neck.

“Lumos,” Ron whispered, and ticked ‘frottage’ by wandlight.

Harry frowned at him.

On the way up the stairs to their flat, Ron lagged behind him by a couple of steps. “Come on,” Harry said half turning to face him, and Ron grabbed his hand.

“What?” Harry asked, and then, “Oh!” as Ron unzipped his jeans and knelt at his feet. “Ron! Are you crazy?” he hissed, but Ron took him in his mouth and he stopped complaining.

The stairway was dimly lit and it was late and no one caught them in the time it took Ron to bring him to a whimpering climax. He sat down heavily on the stairs and adjusted his jeans as Ron got out his parchment and his biro and ticked ‘public blow-job’.

Ron bounced up the stairs and left their front door open.

Harry trailed after him.

He had already unlaced his boots and wriggled out of his jeans and he threw them over the back of the couch.

Harry reached for them, but Ron was quicker and grabbed his precious piece of parchment out of the pocket.

Harry rolled his eyes and followed him into the bedroom.

Ron was sitting, naked and cross-legged, in the middle of their bed, sporting a huge grin and a huge erection.

“C’mon, Harry,” he said.

“No,” Harry said.

“What?” Ron frowned at him.

“Give me the list,” Harry said, sternly.

Ron pouted. “But it’s fun,” he said.

“No,” Harry said, “it isn’t.”

“I just went down on you!” Ron complained.

“OK,” Harry agreed. “Usually that is good.”

“You came,” Ron pointed out.

“Of course I came,” Harry said. “You were sucking my cock. But this list is getting on my nerves, and I’m not going to do anything else until you hand it over.”

Ron unfolded his parchment and looked down at it, his head on one side. “It’s rimming next,” he said.

“I’ve been a very good boy this year,” Harry said, unzipping his jeans.