Reach me - H/R - NC-17
Title: Reach me
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17

Written for harry_and_ron’s first challenge round - Harry and Ron go swimming together.

And dedicated to honeycakehorse, because I promised her a Harry/Ron, and to florahart, even though I will have to point her over here, ‘cos Harry/Ron is far too sweet for her, but I have used her new smutty term – don’t ask.


Reach me

The Death Eater attack had come in the middle of their final NEWT exam – luckily it was the DADA practical exam, and Professor Marchbanks had given them all an ‘O’.

So Harry had duelled with Voldemort, and Ron had stood by his side and watched him cut the Dark Lord to pieces.

And that was two weeks ago now, and Harry had barely said a word since. He’d been given a clean bill of health by Madame Pomfrey, and spent his days lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He barely slept, he hardly ate.

Well, Ron had had enough. It was gone midnight, and Ron could see that Harry was still awake. The moonlight was streaming through the open window, bathing Harry’s face in an eerie glow and reflecting off of his glasses.

Getting up, he grabbed his broomstick and his wand and trudged over to Harry’s bed. He knew Harry saw him, but he didn’t acknowledge his presence. Ron picked up Harry’s Firebolt and pulled Harry’s arm. Harry irritably pulled it away again and tried to turn away from Ron, but Ron was six inches taller, and Harry couldn’t move out of his reach fast enough.

Finding himself being dragged out of his bed by a very determined Ron Weasley, who was dressed in just boxers and carrying two broomsticks in his other hand, was finally enough to pique Harry’s interest.

“What are you doing, Ron?” he asked, his voice rough from lack of use.

“We’re going out,” said Ron pushing the window open wider and holding out Harry’s Firebolt.

“Out?” asked Harry, looking blankly out of the window, “What d’you mean ‘out’?”

“It is too hot in here, it is a beautiful night, who cares if there is a curfew, you are the Famous Harry Potter, and I want to go for a fly, so you are coming with me.” Ron spoke airily, but kept a close eye on Harry’s beffudled reaction.

“Flying? Now?”

Maybe a spark of interest was igniting in his eyes.

“Yes, now. So get on that broom, Potter.” Ron held it out again.

Harry shook his head and half-smiled and took the broom. Mounting it on the window seat, he ducked under the lintel and soared out into the night. Ron scrambled awkwardly after him. Being too tall to mount the broom inside the room, he found himself leaping onto the moving broomstick as it dropped out of the window.

He didn’t have much more of a plan than this. Try and keep up with Harry. Make sure he didn’t hurt himself. Be there if he decided to talk, or something. He leant forward on his broom – thank the heavens for cushioning charms, riding in boxer shorts was not a good idea – and sped after Harry. The worse flyer, on the worse broom, the best he could do was keep an eye on Harry and follow.

Harry slowly circled the castle, then sped out over the grounds, skimming the surface of the lake.

Ron followed.

Eventually, Harry slowed down and started descending in a lazy spiral. Trying to estimate where he’d come to land, Ron dropped lower and lower, until their paths intercepted, by the shore of the lake.

As Ron skidded to a halt, he watched Harry smoothly dismount and sink to the ground. His hair was impossible, whipped into peaks by the wind, but there seemed to be a spark of Harry warming his green eyes.

“That was a great idea, Ron” he said, looking up at his friend.

Ron tried to stay calm, but he felt like he was walking on hot bricks – one false step and he would lose Harry again. “I have another idea,” he said, reaching for Harry’s hand, pulling him to his feet, and leading him towards the water.

Ron started wading into the lake, but Harry stopped, frowning. Ron turned, the water up to his knees, “What’s the matter, Potter?” he teased, “I know you can swim.”

“Ron, I’m only wearing boxers. If I get them wet I will have to fly back to the castle naked.”

“Good point,” grinned the taller boy and he ploughed back to dry land and started removing his boxers, “we’ll have to skinny dip.”

He watched Harry out of the corner of his eye, pretending to be unconcerned as he shed his pants. Yes, as one of six brothers it wasn’t a big deal to swim together naked, but Harry hadn’t had the same relaxed childhood, and sometimes he dug his heels in and baulked at joining in Weasley games. Then Ron saw him shrug and turn his back to strip. Ron smiled to himself and waded back into the lake.

He didn’t look back at Harry until the water was up to his chest, and by then his friend had followed him deep into the lake. The water felt like cool velvet against their hot skin, and Ron thought he could see the weight of the world dropping from Harry’s shoulders – perhaps it was being washed away by the gentle waves lapping against their bodies. He met Harry’s eyes and actually felt Harry see him for the first time in weeks.

The moonlight hit the water and was reflected into Harry’s face in jagged lines and shapes. His eyes were glowing and his cheeks were flushed. His lips curved in a genuine smile. “God, Ron, this feels fantastic. I feel… I can feel… I’ve been a real shit lately, haven’t I? It’s like I couldn’t reach anything, couldn’t feel anything, but this is heaven.” He looked like he was lit from within. Ron waded over to him.

“It’s ok, Harry. We’ve taken worse than this from you, you know that,” he grinned and Harry smiled back at him. “I just wanted to find some way to reach you, to touch you.” Suddenly the wind stilled and the water lay flat and glassy around them, the air felt charged with electricity.

“Touch me?” Harry whispered, stepping closer.

“Yeah,” Ron swallowed and reached a shaking hand towards his best friend’s face. He touched Harry’s cheek, and Harry gasped. He ran his thumb over his cheekbone and trailed his fingers down to Harry’s jaw. Then he touched his mouth, running along the curve of his lips and pulling the full bottom lip gently down with his thumb. He felt wetness and he felt Harry’s breath on his hand.

Almost hypnotised by what his fingers were doing, he managed to tear his eyes away from Harry’s mouth and look into his eyes. They were a dark green, almost black, and they were gazing up at Ron like they had never seen anything so amazing. Flicking his gaze back down to Harry’s lips, he raised his other hand and buried it in Harry’s black hair, then bent and closed his mouth over the other boy’s.

At first it was a gentle kiss, but then Harry parted his lips and at the taste of Harry’s mouth, at the feel of Harry’s tongue sliding between his own lips, Ron felt like fire was flowing through his veins. The wind started blowing again and the water churned around them, waves breaking against their chests, which crashed together as Harry reached out and pulled Ron closer.

Ron groaned into Harry’s mouth as their naked bodies came together. His cock was crushed against Harry’s belly, and he felt Harry’s erection slip between his thighs. He cradled Harry’s skull in his large hands and felt Harry’s hands run up his back, fingers hooked over his shoulders to gain some leverage in the water as he thrust between Ron’s legs. He mirrored Harry’s movement, thrusting his tongue into Harry’s hot mouth, and Harry sucked on it, hungrily.

A larger wave broke over them, they almost lost their footing and their mouths broke apart. “Woah,” whispered Harry, staring up at Ron and suddenly looking nervous. Ron didn’t give him time to change his mind. Taking his hand and dragging him up onto the shore, he sank to his knees and pulled Harry down with him.

“’t’s ok Harry,” he whispered, kissing him tenderly, “just do what you want, whatever you want,” he wrapped his arms around Harry’s shoulders and Harry’s arms went round him again and his hands settled low on his back, fingers grazing the swell of his arse, “god, yes, Harry, yes,” between hungry kisses, “you know I’ll do anything for you. Anything you want, Harry, tell me what you want.”

Harry made a strange noise in the back of his throat, halfway between a sob and a laugh, “I want to feel something, I want… I want you, Ron.”

“You have me.”

“Inside you, I… I want to be inside you.”

Ron nodded frantically and laid down. Harry knelt over him and bent to kiss him again. A deep drugging kiss that had Ron arching up against him; a trail of kisses along his collar bone and down his chest; a wet tongue swirling round his nipples and a hot mouth sucking them to aching peaks.

One of Harry’s knees settled between Ron’s parted thighs and Harry’s hand closed around Ron’s erect cock. Ron moaned as Harry started stroking him. It was a little clumsy, but Harry frowned with concentration as he got the rhythm right and then it was heaven.

“I..I don’t know what I’m doing here, Ron” Harry whispered, laughing quietly, “and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Where’s my wand?” asked Ron, looking round, and reaching to disentangle it from his boxer shorts, “Here, cast a lubrication charm.” Harry looked blank. “You do know a lubrication charm, don’t you? I know you were brought up by Muggles, but, I mean, what do you do when you… you know?”

“I just do it, Ron, I don’t use my wand…” Harry looked annoyed and Ron hurried to repair the mood.

“No, that’d be the girls.”

“What d’you mean?” Harry was intrigued.

“Well, you know what they say. In the girls’ dorms. Lights out at ten, wands out at eleven.” He grinned at Harry, who looked stunned and then let out a gasping laugh.

“I didn’t need that image, Ron. How am I going to face Hermione tomorrow?”

“What? You mean you won’t be able to keep a straight face when she describes the correct wrist movement?” Ron snorted with laughter, and Harry collapsed on top of him, giggling.

The good mood restored, Ron gestured with his wand and Harry held out his hand. A whispered lubrication charm and his hand was full of something warm and slippery. He rubbed his fingers together and then looked up at Ron and their eyes met. “Are you sure?” Harry asked.

“Never been surer,” said Ron, firmly.

He laid back again and Harry stretched out beside him. Harry reached down and ran his lubed fingers between the cheeks of Ron’s arse. Ron reached up and touched his face and they stared into each others’ eyes as Harry’s finger stroked and circled closer to Ron’s entrance. Dipping his head, Harry kissed him and slipped one finger inside him.

Ron gasped into Harry’s mouth as he felt it thrusting into him. Harry mouth swallowed the sound and Ron’s body swallowed a second finger. They both groaned, and their kisses grew hungrier. “Yes, Harry,” hissed Ron.

Then Harry withdrew his hand and ran his wet palm over and over his weeping cock, spreading lube and pre-come. He moved to kneel between Ron’s legs and propped himself up on one hand as he spread Ron’s cheeks with his other.

Ron pulled his knees up to his chest and watched Harry’s face as he frowned and concentrated on what he was doing. Then he felt Harry’s cylindrical head at his entrance and he gasped as it pushed against the ring of muscle. It felt so big and there was a sharp burning pain as Harry pushed harder and sheathed himself up to the hilt inside his friend’s body. He breathed deeply and tried to adjust to what he felt.

Inside him. Harry was inside him. He would do anything to keep Harry safe, and his heart swelled at the thought that he was safe now. Harry looked up and met his eyes and there was a look of wonderment on his face. Ron touched his cheek again and whispered “Yes, Harry.”

Harry looked down at his best friend. Head thrown back, hair tangled in the grass, one arm thrown above his head and one hand raised to touch his, Harry’s, face. This boy was the first person Harry had ever cared about, the first to teach him how to love another person. Ron loved his family, he loved his friends, he’d do anything for them.

The thing that had terrified Harry the most was that Ron would do too much for him, would give his life to protect him in the fucking battle against Voldemort. And for the first time he realised that it was all over. He didn’t have to fear that Ron would be taken away from him.

He’d needed someone to pull him back to the world, but he hadn’t been able to reach out to anyone. He hadn’t been able to move on, he hadn’t felt connected to the world anymore, now that he had fullfilled the prophecy. But now he felt the connection again. Ron had known and he’d reached out and pulled him back. He was connected to Ron, and not just because he was inside him. God, he was inside him, inside his body, surrounded and held by him.

“Ron,” he whispered, “thank you.”

Ron seemed to understand and he smiled and nodded. Harry took a deep breath and took his weight on his arms and, biting his lip, drew back and out of the heat of Ron’s body. Ron’s arms slipped round him and they kissed and crashed together as he thrust back inside.

Again and again Harry pounded into him, touching something deep inside him that made him see sparks. His cock was aching and forgotten between them and he tried to reach it. Harry took his weight on one elbow and batted his hand away and Ron laughed. Harry wrapped his hand tight around Ron’s length and pumped in time with his thrusts.

He could feel Harry everywhere. Tongue in his mouth, palm stroking his aching cock, and cock filling him, deep, deep inside him. So deep he thought he could feel Harry’s cock pin him to the ground. That Harry’s cock was the only thing that kept him on the ground, that kept him from exploding. And then he was exploding; white stars dazzling his eyes, streams of whiteness bursting out of him and coating Harry’s hand. Harry squeezed him as he jerked and throbbed, and milked the last drops from him.

Harry looked down at Ron as he came, marvelling at the way he let go and threw his head back and called out. He held Ron’s cock and felt it throb and kick and then he felt Ron’s come covering his hand and he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them.

“Fuck, Harry, that is hot,” murmured Ron. Then Harry held his fingers against Ron’s lips and his eyes opened wide, but he opened his mouth and Harry’s fingers slipped inside. He sucked hard and Harry gasped. Then, with a loud groan, Harry withdrew almost fully from Ron’s body and slammed back again, harder and harder, his rhythm broken as he thrust erratically again and again until he closed his eyes and whispered Ron’s name as he climaxed.

He collapsed into Ron’s neck gasping, and Ron stroked his hair until he caught his breath. He kissed Harry’s temple and murmured ‘I love you, Harry.”

He felt Harry smile against his neck. “I love you too, Ron. Thank you, thank you for reaching me.”