I think I might be gay - H/R - NC-17
Title: I think I might be gay.
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1100

Yet another sequel to My Eyes!, Arse and Cinderella, Perfect and Cock, arse. Arse, cock.

It is for my beloved kaalee’s birthday. I simply don’t have the words to say how much I love you, my wonderful girl. I had the blastiest blast slashing Monty Python with you in New York, and watching you run, and drinking Margaritas. And your writing is such poetry that I barely dare offer you this silly smut. But I know you can be muchly silly, too, so this is for you, with all my love.


I think I might be gay
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So, I was inside Harry. And I know this sounds insane, but I never wanted to move again.

I wanted to stay there, on my bed, buried up to the hilt in Harry’s perfect arse, Harry’s hot cock trapped between us, Harry’s hands wound in my hair as he sucked on my tongue.

If his senses were as overloaded as mine, if all he could feel and taste and see and hear and, damn, I always forget one.

Smell!

OK, that doesn’t sound too good, but Harry smelt of fresh sweat and sex and, trust me, not only have you never smelt anything that good, but you never will. Because only I will ever see and hear and touch and taste and smell Harry like that.

Where was I?

Oh, yeah. Senses completely overloaded by Harry. But I had never felt so safe and I had this thought that if I was making Harry feel safe, then maybe I could keep him safe and all I had to do was stay inside him and You Know Who couldn’t get him.

Hermione says that I’m not far off the mark, for once.

Oh, Merlin, no! I didn’t tell Hermione what it feels like to be up Harry’s arse! Fuck, no. I doubt I’d ever manage to get it up again if I discussed this in detail with Hermione. Although you can see that she is sort of itching to ask. Always in research mode, Hermione. Can’t you just imagine what she’d say? “I have come up with a way to protect Harry during the Final Battle. When Harry faces Voldemort – stop wincing, Ron – and casts the Killing Curse, with this wrist movement, you, Ron, will take your cock in your right hand and take Harry up the arse, with this wrist movement.”

No, we talked in general terms. I said that I’d felt so close to Harry, so safe, when I was “with Harry” – clever, huh? “With Harry”, not “taking him up the arse” – that I felt I could keep him safe “like that”. “Like that”, not “as long as my cock is inside him”. I’d always been a man of few words.

Anyway, she agreed with me. She said that Harry is protected by his mother’s love and that it is his innate ability to inspire and requite my feelings that will gird him when he confronts Voldemort.

And I said, “Huh?”

And she said, “You love him; he loves you; that will protect him.” And she rolled her eyes and went back to reading “A Jewish Wizard: Witch hunts and pogroms in eighteenth century Russia.”

So, anyway, apparently it is perfectly normal to feel utterly protective of someone while fucking them into the bed; while thrusting your cock harder and deeper into their arse; while wrapping one hand around their cock and one in their hair, so you can stroke them in time to your thrusts and tip back their head to suck on their neck.

Um. Which is good to know, really, because there I was, balls deep in Harry’s arse, gazing into his eyes.

And then we both said, “I love you.”

What a pair of saps. Utter girls. I’d make some crack about checking we still had dicks, except that Harry’s was rock hard and pressed against my belly, and I have never been more aware of mine, as it was, as I think I may have mentioned, up Harry’s arse.

Which made me aware of the fact that, much as I wanted to stay inside him for ever, I really, really wanted to move, to fuck him.

Taking some of my weight on my knees, I slowly withdrew almost all the way out, feeling that delicious, tight ring of muscle squeeze me from root to head, like the world’s greatest wanking device, like it was milking my soul from my body.

You know, I think I might be gay.

Yeah, I know. The arse thing and the “I love you” were clues, but this was the clincher.

Some guys wank with their whole hand, squeezing as much of their cock as they can on each stroke. Now, I have never been inside a girl’s, um, inside. But I have twin brothers who talk too much, and Fred says that it, um, she, it feels like your whole cock is being squeezed on each stroke, and that that is like wanking only better, because you can’t squeeze your whole cock at the same time. So that must be how he wanks.

Some guys wank by making a tight ring with their thumb and a couple of fingers, and they squeeze it like a wave that runs up and down their cock, and that feels like being inside a guy, and having that tight ring of muscle squeeze its way up and down. And that is how Seamus wanks, because he demonstrated his technique to us at the end of sixth year, when he said he wanted our advice on how to get Lavender to do it to him, and that he was worried her hand wouldn’t be big enough, but I saw the way he was watching Dean watching him wank, and it wasn’t long afterwards that Ginny caught Dean going down on Seamus in the Quidditch equipment shed. And they think we don’t hear them at night, but it’s pretty clear they still do it. It’s pretty clear that they are gay.

And that is how I wank.

I never close my hand around my whole cock; I squeeze hard and let that delicious pressure run up and down my cock. And thrusting in and out of Harry’s arse feels just like that, only a thousand times better, because he is hot and smooth and the rest of my cock is being surrounded in that wonderful heat, and he is still gazing into my eyes, and one of his hands is on his cock and the other is cupping my arse and pulling me into him on each stroke.

And he moans and his eyes close and he strokes his cock harder and his fingers slip between my arse cheeks and brush absolutely deliciously across my hole and he gasps and comes between our bodies.

And at the thought that he might develop a thing for my arse, too, and the feeling of his perfect, perfect, perfect, absolutely fucking perfect arse, spasming around my cock as he comes, my climax rips unexpectedly through me and I slam down hard into Harry’s body and collapse on top of him, lights flashing before my eyes as I bury my face in his neck and he strokes my hair and murmurs my name.

You know, I think it will be the making of Neville to have to single handedly ravish all the girls in Gryffindor, seeing as everyone else is gay.


Shower.