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gala_applesthis is a ron/fred.
warnings are incest, of course.
summary: ron likes the rain, ron likes fred, ron likes when the rain makes fred soaking wet.
It was a warm day, and it was raining fairly hard. Considering this, there was only one place it was proper for Ron to be. Outside, in his ‘treehouse’. It was less of a treehouse, and more of a levitated chair, with a sticking charm on the branch it was on, with a rope dangling down the tree. Ron loved the outdoors at the best of times, but nature was definitely in its best outfit while it poured. He sat there, content with the knowledge that even if there were lightning, his worried mother had paid a lot to make sure that tree would never be struck.
Then he saw Fred walk along the empty field they usually used for Quidditch, and cursed. He didn’t want to talk to his brother. He had enough trouble when Fred was still at Hogwarts, and he had to see him during meals. At least then Fred was surrounded by others, and it was easier to not give in. but now Ron and Fred would be alone, and Ron was worried it would be harder to suppress all the things he wanted to do to his brother.
But it was inevitable. Unless you were planning to fly, there was no reason to come out here. And Fred didn’t have a broom.
“Ron, we have to talk about yesterday.”
“What about yesterday. I didn’t do anything!”
“I saw the way you looked at me. It’s nothing to worry about.”
“What the hell are you implying?”
“Ron. It’s. nothing. To. Worry. About.” Fred said slowly, emphasising each syllable.
“Go away.” Ron said, and he started to tug up the rope in case Fred go any ideas of coming up. There wasn’t much room on the branch, Fred would be right near him. And if Fred was right beside him, who knew if he’d draw the boy into a kiss, or squeeze his toned buttocks or ravish him naked against the tree until he had bark imprints on his back.
“Ron, it’s raining. Come inside.”
“Do you really not know me that much?”
“Right. Mum used to call you her thunder baby. Sorry. But seriously, come down, we can sit in the rain, but we need to talk.”
“No.”
Fred jumped up and was just able to grab the thick rope. He shimmied his way up it, and when he got to the chair, used the leg to pull himself onto Ron’s lap. He sat there, and started to talk like it was no big deal.
“Ronnie dearest. My love. Child. Darling-”
“Get on with it!” Ron yelled. Having Fred’s face this close to his was making him decidedly happy. And the way Fred was sitting, he was sure in just a second, Fred would be able to tell he was excited.
He moved so he could stand on the part of the branch that was sticking out, twirled, and sat with a leg on either side of Ron’s waist. “Three words for you. Listen very closely, ok? Please?”
“Get on with it!” Ron had thought nothing could be worse then the other position, but this was. His half hard groin was pressing right up against Fred’s.
“It’s not wrong.”
Ron snorted. “Go back to the house, tell Mum what I did. Ask her if it’s wrong.”
“Well, she doesn’t have to know. I don’t mind, in fact, I think it’s sweet. So, why don’t we just let things be. Possibly have some fun?”
Fred stared into Ron’s eyes a second. He saw Fred’s want, and his own brain was combating with itself, so he blurted out “We’ll see.” just so he could give himself more time to think.
“Well, ok then.” Fred murmured. He squirmed closer into Ron and squeezed his legs tight around Ron’s waist, hooking his ankles behind Ron‘s back. Ron moved closer to Fred, and wrapped his arms around his sibling, so he wouldn’t fall out of the tree. As Fred started to rub up against Ron, he knew his order of ‘we’ll see’ had been ignored, but he couldn’t seem to care. Fred felt long and hard against him, but the last time he had seen any of his brothers naked was before puberty, so he wasn’t sure.
Fred’s beautiful hands were nestled in his hair, and Ron ran his over Fred’s chest, before sticking them up the cotton shirt. They continued rubbing themselves against each other, and once Ron thought he was going to let loose, and his face scrunched up, but Fred must have known, because his hand flew to Ron’s crotch, and squeezed tight enough that Ron couldn’t.
“Don’t.” he hissed. “it’s more fun if you don’t.” Ron nodded, and Fred brought his hand to his face, to stroke his younger brothers jaw line.
Fred was slowly getting wet from the rain, Ron was already, and when the white shirt turned clear, and Ron could see the outline of his sturdier brother’s body, he couldn’t stop himself. He came inside his jeans, and everything turned black.
What could have been a moment, or forever later, he opened his eyes again. He thought he might have fallen asleep in the soothing rain, was almost hoping for that. Then he moved and felt the stickiness in his boxers, and saw Fred standing on the end of the branch, wind whipping his wet shirt around, and knew it wasn’t a dream.
He coughed, and Fred turned towards him. “Did you know you pass out after sex?”
“Is that what this was?”
“All depends on your definition of sex. If it’s just cumming, masterbation is sex too. If it’s getting a thrill by being with someone else, erections in Potions class count. Define it how you want.”
Fred jumped the eight feet to the ground. He held himself out, arms spread wide. “Ron, it’s not raining. Come inside.”
Ron looked up to the sky. It wasn’t raining anymore, but the leaves on the tree were wet, so he was still getting dripped on. There was still cause to stay outside. “In a minute.”
warnings are incest, of course.
summary: ron likes the rain, ron likes fred, ron likes when the rain makes fred soaking wet.
It was a warm day, and it was raining fairly hard. Considering this, there was only one place it was proper for Ron to be. Outside, in his ‘treehouse’. It was less of a treehouse, and more of a levitated chair, with a sticking charm on the branch it was on, with a rope dangling down the tree. Ron loved the outdoors at the best of times, but nature was definitely in its best outfit while it poured. He sat there, content with the knowledge that even if there were lightning, his worried mother had paid a lot to make sure that tree would never be struck.
Then he saw Fred walk along the empty field they usually used for Quidditch, and cursed. He didn’t want to talk to his brother. He had enough trouble when Fred was still at Hogwarts, and he had to see him during meals. At least then Fred was surrounded by others, and it was easier to not give in. but now Ron and Fred would be alone, and Ron was worried it would be harder to suppress all the things he wanted to do to his brother.
But it was inevitable. Unless you were planning to fly, there was no reason to come out here. And Fred didn’t have a broom.
“Ron, we have to talk about yesterday.”
“What about yesterday. I didn’t do anything!”
“I saw the way you looked at me. It’s nothing to worry about.”
“What the hell are you implying?”
“Ron. It’s. nothing. To. Worry. About.” Fred said slowly, emphasising each syllable.
“Go away.” Ron said, and he started to tug up the rope in case Fred go any ideas of coming up. There wasn’t much room on the branch, Fred would be right near him. And if Fred was right beside him, who knew if he’d draw the boy into a kiss, or squeeze his toned buttocks or ravish him naked against the tree until he had bark imprints on his back.
“Ron, it’s raining. Come inside.”
“Do you really not know me that much?”
“Right. Mum used to call you her thunder baby. Sorry. But seriously, come down, we can sit in the rain, but we need to talk.”
“No.”
Fred jumped up and was just able to grab the thick rope. He shimmied his way up it, and when he got to the chair, used the leg to pull himself onto Ron’s lap. He sat there, and started to talk like it was no big deal.
“Ronnie dearest. My love. Child. Darling-”
“Get on with it!” Ron yelled. Having Fred’s face this close to his was making him decidedly happy. And the way Fred was sitting, he was sure in just a second, Fred would be able to tell he was excited.
He moved so he could stand on the part of the branch that was sticking out, twirled, and sat with a leg on either side of Ron’s waist. “Three words for you. Listen very closely, ok? Please?”
“Get on with it!” Ron had thought nothing could be worse then the other position, but this was. His half hard groin was pressing right up against Fred’s.
“It’s not wrong.”
Ron snorted. “Go back to the house, tell Mum what I did. Ask her if it’s wrong.”
“Well, she doesn’t have to know. I don’t mind, in fact, I think it’s sweet. So, why don’t we just let things be. Possibly have some fun?”
Fred stared into Ron’s eyes a second. He saw Fred’s want, and his own brain was combating with itself, so he blurted out “We’ll see.” just so he could give himself more time to think.
“Well, ok then.” Fred murmured. He squirmed closer into Ron and squeezed his legs tight around Ron’s waist, hooking his ankles behind Ron‘s back. Ron moved closer to Fred, and wrapped his arms around his sibling, so he wouldn’t fall out of the tree. As Fred started to rub up against Ron, he knew his order of ‘we’ll see’ had been ignored, but he couldn’t seem to care. Fred felt long and hard against him, but the last time he had seen any of his brothers naked was before puberty, so he wasn’t sure.
Fred’s beautiful hands were nestled in his hair, and Ron ran his over Fred’s chest, before sticking them up the cotton shirt. They continued rubbing themselves against each other, and once Ron thought he was going to let loose, and his face scrunched up, but Fred must have known, because his hand flew to Ron’s crotch, and squeezed tight enough that Ron couldn’t.
“Don’t.” he hissed. “it’s more fun if you don’t.” Ron nodded, and Fred brought his hand to his face, to stroke his younger brothers jaw line.
Fred was slowly getting wet from the rain, Ron was already, and when the white shirt turned clear, and Ron could see the outline of his sturdier brother’s body, he couldn’t stop himself. He came inside his jeans, and everything turned black.
What could have been a moment, or forever later, he opened his eyes again. He thought he might have fallen asleep in the soothing rain, was almost hoping for that. Then he moved and felt the stickiness in his boxers, and saw Fred standing on the end of the branch, wind whipping his wet shirt around, and knew it wasn’t a dream.
He coughed, and Fred turned towards him. “Did you know you pass out after sex?”
“Is that what this was?”
“All depends on your definition of sex. If it’s just cumming, masterbation is sex too. If it’s getting a thrill by being with someone else, erections in Potions class count. Define it how you want.”
Fred jumped the eight feet to the ground. He held himself out, arms spread wide. “Ron, it’s not raining. Come inside.”
Ron looked up to the sky. It wasn’t raining anymore, but the leaves on the tree were wet, so he was still getting dripped on. There was still cause to stay outside. “In a minute.”
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Date: 2004-09-11 05:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-03 09:06 pm (UTC)nice job:)