H/R fic: Better Than a Wank
Title: Better Than a Wank
Author: BeMyGoodDay
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP
Notes: This is the first smut I have EVER written... and it was scary! This was Beta'd by the wonderful kerryblaze (thank you so much again!).



"... Seamus said it's like a wank - but better."

"Have you finished your Divination scroll yet? I haven't finished mine."

"Harry! You aren't even listening! And you know I haven't finished that bloody bat's assignment. I - I wanted to see what you were going to write first." Slowly nodding, as if to convince himself he had an actual excuse for not having done his work yet, he continued, "You know - so I didn't write the same thing..." Finally realizing that Harry was only trying to change the subject, he repeated himself, "Listen Harry! Better than a wank!"

"Ron, I heard, 'better than a wank'. If Seamus knows what he's talking about so much, why don't you go talk to him some more, or Dean, or Neville?"

Ron added an over exaggerated choking noise as he asked with disbelief, "Neville?"

"Well, at least Dean. I just don't feel like talking about it is all."

"C'mon Harry! We're best mates! Besides, Seamus and Dean know too much for me to just go and talk to 'em about it! They'd take the piss for sure!"

"Then I guess you'll have to settle for Neville..."

"He's even more clueless than you!"

"Thanks, Ron," Harry said flatly, annoyed by Ron's insinuation.

"S'not what I meant Harry - now, you've got me acting like a right prat."

"I've got you acting like a prat?" Now Harry's annoyance was turning to fury. Was Ron really going to try and pin this on him?

"No! Harry! Just - I'm sorry. We can forget it, yeah? I don't need to talk about it. Let's just do our divination."

Glad that Ron had finally relented, Harry gave a sighed, "Alright..."

The two boys sat working on their homework in awkward silence. Harry was just happy to be off the topic. He had a hard enough time listening to Seamus prattle on and on about his sexual adventures without imagining himself doing the same... with Ron. When Ron talked about it, it was torture. He tried to ignore Ron's words, but he always was a persistent git. Every time Ron would start in, talking about sex, Harry would get images of Ron's blue eyes and cautious smile. He could picture himself curling his fingers into Ron's sunset hair, wondering what it would be like to do all of those things with him.

He ventured a look up at Ron who was shifting uncomfortably in his chair, worrying his bottom lip, and furrowing his brow. He hadn't meant to get snappish with Ron, but Ron really was acting like a prat. Harry noticed Ron mumbling to himself and couldn't help but still his movements so he could hear what was on Ron's mind.

"...better than a wank..."

Harry had no doubt he was going to burst something! He just wasn't sure if it would be the vein in his now furiously twitching eye or the bulge in his increasingly tight pants.

"ENOUGH!" He screamed, slamming his fist on the small table beside him.

Ron jumped and looked at Harry with horror as the other boy stood from his chair and strode over toward him. When Harry reached for Ron's robes, he couldn't help but be reminded of all the times Fred and George would haul him from his room to become a victim to one of their many experiments. Harry had an insane gleam in his eye that Ron could not recall ever seeing before and he was sure he wouldn't want to.

"Harry, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!... Where are we going?" Ron knew exactly where they were going. He was being pulled by his robes up the staircase to their dorms. Ron gulped. He knew Harry had been on edge lately, but he didn't know he would get so furious over something so trivial. This needed to be resolved before they reached their room. Ron wasn't going to lose his friendship with Harry over a conversation about blow jobs. Ron tried to call upon his Gryffindor courage, to help him speak slowly and steadily to calm Harry down. Instead, it came out in a mixture of frightened squeaks and bubbling consonants. "Har-Harry mate, can't we t-t-talk this out?"

Harry glared, stopped, and then shoved Ron through the doorway to their room. Closing the door behind him with a slam, he hurriedly threw a locking charm at it. Then he looked back at Ron and evaluated the mass of bumbling, glorious, git that stood before him.

"Talking this out is what landed you here in the first place, isn't it?" Harry practically growled, taking a step toward Ron. Ron shrunk back from Harry's advances. Shaking his head, he clung to Ron's robes once more and said heatedly, "Now, you asked for this so don't even think about backing out now!"

Swiftly, Harry undid Ron's robes and threw them to the floor. Ron was now horrified ten fold. What torture could Harry possibly have planned for him that required the removal of his robe? Did he really deserve this? Was that Harry working his zip?

"Merlin, Harry! What are you- ohhh...." Ron's cognitive capacity for speech seemed to evade him with his pants and boxers shoved to his thighs and Harry's warm hand wrapped around his cock.

"OK?" Harry shouted, more angrily than he had intended.

"ok!" Ron managed in what he wouldn't want to admit was the highest pitch humanly possible. Not sure if Harry could decipher what he'd said, seeing as how it sounded like whale speak to his own ears, he frantically nodded while he let Harry shove him down on to his four-poster.

After finishing his work of pulling off Ron's pants and boxers, Harry let out a growl at the inspiring sight before him. Ron's length, bigger than his own, twitching and dripping with pre-cum commanded attention letting Harry know that Ron wanted this, too.

'That tease!' Harry commented inwardly to himself. 'Talking me up like that, he had to have known I wanted this. Oh, I'll show him.'

That insane look Ron had seen earlier in Harry's eyes never left and he was pretty sure that he had just seen it intensify. Ron didn't know if he should be excited or scared when Harry licked his lips and settled between his legs. He couldn't help but be both.

Harry was vaguely aware of the whimper-moan-gasp-shout Ron released when he took the head of his penis into his mouth. He ran his tongue around the crown and dove his mouth further down the shaft, trying to take as much of Ron in as possible. Ron's fingers grasped Harry's hair and his hips bucked wildly, driving his cock even deeper into Harry's mouth. Fearing he would gag, and becoming furious that Ron was trying to take control of the situation, Harry dug his fingers into Ron's hips, effectively pinning him to the mattress. Ron let out a guttural cry and Harry knew he was back in control.

Ron didn't mind the loss of his short lived control as Harry feverishly licked him from base to tip. He had imagined this, ever since Seamus first mentioned it. Not with Harry, no... but this, this with Harry this was... brilliant! His imagination would never have been able to conjure the hot suction Harry was providing; it would never have been brave enough to pair it with those lust darkened emerald eyes. Ron was sure Harry was trying to suck his soul out through his cock. When Harry pulled back to dip his tongue into his pre-cum covered slit, Ron decided he never cared much for souls anyway.

Ron's breathing sped up and Harry knew it wasn't going to last much longer. He took Ron's full length into his mouth and sucked - hard. Ron shrieked as the waves of his orgasm shook him. Knowing Ron was finished, he slowly released him from fingers and mouth. Not being able to ignore his own need any longer, Harry hurriedly unzipped his own pants trying to get to the burning heat within. He gazed up to see Ron - shallow breath escaping him, mouth slightly open, bottom lip slightly bruised, looking of sex, and if there was a God...

"God..." Harry moaned and before he had the chance to touch himself, the sight of Ron sent him over the edge. All of the anger and frustration that led him to this moment poured out of him in milky waves.

Winded and still shaking, he settled himself beside Ron on the bed.

Ron looked over at Harry with an expression a kin to awe. "Way better than a wank, mate."

~fin