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gala_applessee last post for mix up explainations.
pairing: draco/ron
rating:R
summary: Draco lives with Ron because he's a good influence and he had to go somewhere. snarky: yes. death eater: no.
Big families are great in small doses. Reunions, weddings, funerals, the odd get-together. On a good day, I might even say that I am thankful to have come from a really large family. The grandparents, the occasional crotchety grandaunt, nine aunts and uncles plus the squabbling in-laws, assorted cousins that numbered up to forty at last count and a handful of grandkids making up the number. It was a riotous bunch and I loved the hell out of them, mostly. On days such as today however, I found them a bloody pest. Especially when one of them has managed to find out the secret you've been hiding from the rest of them.
The deafening crash of cymbals, the deep, heart-pounding beat of the drums signalled the arrival of the lions down the driveway of our family home to usher in the New Year. The sound of the twins' firecrackers filled the air as my nephews and neices squealed with delight. Nearby at a half-moon table in the front hall, my two older aunts chattered on, filling each other with the latest family gossip even as they filled themselves with melon seeds. Eager to escape the neverending questions pelted at me each New Year - mostly on my lack of a suitable mate, I hid myself in a dark alcove off the main hall, a place my grandmother used for her occasional afternoon nap. Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one with the same idea.
"Hiding in the closet, Ron?" The voice was deep, velvety, as smooth as chocolate cream - and it belonged to Draco. Ever since he found out my secret, he had been an ever-present pest. He had been adopted into the family, luckily by that time I had been over loathing him. It was a convoluted story, how he got to be trusted, and I was never privy to all the details. In truth, I didnt want to be. Hermione had been the strategist, and if she siad Draco could be trusted, then I would grit my teeth, and trust him.
Let me tell you about Draco. He was the scapegoat, falling in and out of scrapes every other week. He had a thing for creating potions, or rather trying to. Snape had been called in more then once to try to explain the folly. For the last six months after his latest mishap, he had been sentenced to stay with me. Apperantly I was a calming influence. For the most part, even I had to admit that he had settled down somewhat. Although he still pulled some weird stunts once in a while, they were more manageable and far less dangerous to himself.
Many a time, I tried to tell myself that I wasn't dead envious of his good looks but I couldn't. Of course that wasn't to say that I looked like something dragged out from the pit, but I was more well-known in the family for being the responsible one. The guy who was beside the Boy Who Lived. And now, the guy who constantly rescued the scapegoat.
Familial ties had always turned out to be my downfall. About half a year back, when Draco came to me with his solemn promises to change, I'd accepted it and even offered him a place to stay - following an order from my mother, Bill, Charlie and many aunts. After all, I lived in a mansion bought with war money, a three-storey mausoleum that had far too many rooms for a single bachelor.
Unfortunately, one day when I was far too careless, he found my secret. Just two days ago, the damn snoop - who obviously couldn't keep his nose out of people's affairs - came upon my private library and decided to pry. Maybe he knew that I was hiding something, that my excuses of Hermione needing something to read when she visited weren't really true. But he flipped open one of the green bound books, and by horrible bad luck the green books were my picture books. The very first page he saw had a tall, sexy hunk dressed in nothing but a smile - and a 12 inch dick from hell. The picture spoke for itself - and of my sexual orientation.
Needless to say, Draco felt it his duty to be my tormentor and the next days were spent with him teasing me mercilessly. I had caught a small lucky break however. Because he had splinched more then once, he wasn't allowed to apperiate, and I could. He had also been caught using floo powder in some illegal way, I didn't understand, but Snape was incensed by it. So any trips to meet the family, he had to fly, and I could apperiate.
When I got to the Burrow, I laid down on my now too short bed, and spent hours thinking. I knew logic and rational thinking were Hermione's strong points, but I had to try. Nothing came to mind however. How could I possibly explain away the all too obvious evidence of my homosexuality? Could I blame it on a teenage phase that I hadn't gotten out of? Although part of me was relieved to finally have my secret out in the open with someone in the family, there was a tiny part of me that shuddered at the very thought of being dragged out of the closet. How would my family react? Ginny would probably faint from such distressing news. Could my father's heart stand the shock? Would I be cast out of the family without a single reference?
A dozen questions and worries nagged at my mind as I spent half my time writing a suitable out-of-the-closet speech for myself and the other half thinking of various methods of torture for Draco. Oddly enough, my methods for torture always involved Draco being totally naked, writhing in sweat and chained. Ultimately however, my fears were unfounded as for some obscure, despicable reason of his own, Draco saw fit to keep the information to himself. Greeting me at the front door of the Burrow, he made no mention of the shocking discovery at all and acted as if nothing had happened.
But of course, it didn't mean that he couldn't spend his time tormenting me in private. Caught in my hiding place, he cornered me in my seat with a wicked smile. No doubt, his many female admirers would have creamed at the sight of that smile but I steeled myself. So what if he did look incredible - the warm, smooth gold of his skin, the thick, blonde curls that spoke of another reason he didn't fit in, the dark, thickly lashed velvety grey eyes that sparkled so often with devilry.
They sparkled in the familiar way now as he blocked my exit. "So, tell me, Ron, do you find jockstraps hot on guys?"
"Fuck!" It was the third time he had posed such a leading question and each time I'd managed to ignore him but this time I turned to him with a scowl. "Draco."
"C'mon, have a heart!" Dressed in a slick new robe that made the most of his tall, athletic physique, Draco looked good - and he knew it. Turning around so that I had an excellent view of his impressive back, he asked another question. "Do these robes make my arse look fat?"
It was a moot point. His back was a masterpiece, broad, well-muscled shoulders tapering down in a perfect V to his trim waist and a firm, perfectly rounded ass that showed how God had intended a man to wear clothing. However at that moment, I didn't feel like telling him that nothing could possibly make his tight, sexy behind look fat. Not only would it probably amuse him like hell, it might make his ego implode upon itself. "You're getting on my nerves."
Not content with my curt reply, he took a seat on the table, hopping up onto the tabletop. Since he was a kid, he never took the conventional way, always using the table instead of a chair for a seat which drove my grandmother crazy. It also drove me crazy but I didn't think that he needed additional ammunition. "Don't you think the new curtains are absolutely fabulous? I mean the red and the yellow are a bit too Gryffindor, but I think it works, don't you?" He peeked up at me through his preposterously long lashes, grinning at me all the while and I had to restrain the urge to reach out and run my tongue across his soft lower lip. The man had great lips, firm, thick, gently curving at the sides, often coming to a pout that begged for a hard kiss. As he leaned forward, my dick twitched in my pants as I started imagining what else I could do with that mouth.
The sudden lurid image had the effect of a quick splash on the face and I shoved him away with a glare. "Draco. I am warning you."
"Ouch. You are a hard man," he complained playfully.
As he leaned down again from his perch on the table, my nostrils filled with the heavenly scent of warm, healthy male sweat and I shuddered. It was a tantalizing scent that had haunted me for the past few months and I had rigidly schooled myself to ignore it, no matter how tempting it could be. Keeping him at arm's length, I stood up and pushed him away, trying to get around him. "You got that right. Now, let me pass, you nut."
"A hard man." He ran his finger down my well-toned arm instead. "Really hard. Been working out?"
From any other man, I might have thought it was a come on but from Draco, it could have been anything. Of late, I had been having distressing sexual dreams with my sexy housemate as the lead actor and it was slowly pushing me off the edge. The both of us had almost nothing in common, he frequently gave me the urge to throttle him, and dammit, the bastard liked girls! "Draco!"
As I took a threatening step forward, he let out a laugh and danced away around the table. "Oh, come on, it has taken years for me to find true flaw. Can't you give me this one?"
Although he laughed, I could see that the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "You're serious?"
From the safety of his end of the round table, Draco teased me. "Yeah, the perfect son. Good grades, amazing credentials, perfect hair. And lets not forget you saved the wizarding world at 17. It is nice to know that you're still human, after all."
The way he spoke of me made me sound like some android devoid of human emotion. For a moment, I wanted to shrug it off, thinking that only Draco thought of me that way but then, I remembered something Aunt Mary had said before and I wondered. Aunt Mary had talked of me as a clone of Percy - and I didn't think that she had meant that as a compliment. Had I really turned into the old bastard - as we called him? Stunned with the realization, I needed to sit back down. I hoped the panic in my voice wasn't obvious as I countered his statement, "I am not all that perfect."
Taking up his unconventional seat back on the table, Draco just shrugged. "Go tell that to Molly."
"Tell what?" Somewhat disturbed by his comment, I ran my fingers through my hair. "That I'm not perfect. Surely she knows that. I make mistakes more often than I can count."
"Hardly any, and no one can stop reminding me of it either. Why can't you be more like Ron? Ron never does anything wrong." His lips twisted in a sexy sneer. "Perfect Little Ron."
"Look, you know I'm not some robot."
"You aren't?" Dramatically, Draco let out a gasp and faked a shocked expression. "Does Mummy know this?"
My earlier surprise faded away as I turned my glare on him. "Draco."
"I love it when you give me that stare," he stated fondly, lifting a hand to brush away a stray lock of my hair.
It was a surprisingly intimate move that had me stiffening, his touch sizzled against my skin and I carefully moved his hand away. "That's not the point. You're not supposed to enjoy it. The staff at the office run at the sight of it."
For a moment he looked down at our joined hands but thankfully decided not to comment on it. Instead, he gave my hand a warm squeeze, released it and smiled. "I can easily believe that. But I like it."
"You are insane," I scolded him.
"Yes." We were close enough know that he only needed to lean forward an inch or two - close enough that our noses almost touched, our lips barely a hairsbreadth away. His breath was warm, spiced up with the red wine chicken that he'd taken only this morning and the faint, surprising hint of peppermint. "And you love me all the more for it."
Dare I tell him about last night's sexual dream? It would probably give him fodder to tease me for the rest of my life if he knew how I'd worshipped his hot, naked flesh last night, how I'd spent my time spreading slow, melting kisses down the front of his magnificently built torso. "Yeah... you wish."
For a moment, our gazes met and I wondered what he was thinking about inside those dark, soulful grey eyes. Something different lit up those dark eyes, something darker and warmer. We were close enough that we were almost kissing, he knew that I was gay... I started wondering whether he knew of the licentious thoughts in my head, the thoughts that had me aching to move closer, to draw that handsome head close for a kiss. What would he say if I moved my hand over his powerful thigh, thread upwards towards the tempting juncture of his crotch?
"So tell me, why aren't you involved with anyone?"
The abrupt change in subject - and the quick, efficient way he had of moving surprised me. While the others might regard the man as a lazy good-for-nothing, I could see that the man could move really fast when he wanted to. While I was still in a sexual daze, the man had moved back off the table and onto the chair. I shook myself to regain my bearings. "None of your business."
"It is none of my business," Draco agreed instantly. Leaning forward onto the table, he shook his dark head. "But you know me well enough that won't stop me asking. I'll just keep on asking till you tell me."
His persistence had always been one of his more irritating traits and I frequently wondered why he had never applied those particular traits into his work. If he'd been only half as dogged... "Look, I work from 9 to 9 for a company that never sleeps, I manage everyone in the family's petty little problems, Percy's strained connection to the family, Aunt Mary's latest bailout, you."
The last word was said pointedly and he flinched accordingly. "Ouch. There goes the fangs again."
"Yes," I replied flatly.
His smile turned devilish. "But baby, you know I love it when you bite."
"Stop it."
Evidently pleased that he had managed to annoy me, Draco tried for another change of subject. "Did you hear that Aunt Beatrice is pregnant again?"
The quick changing of subjects had me floundering and it took me a moment. Scrolling through the list of relatives in my head, I pictured a plump, good-natured matron in her late 30s with a brood of kids and the most horrific New Years dress. "Good God. There are entirely too many kids in that family."
"Hmm.. yeah, you are right. Forgot about the kids. You're always right."
"Stop that." Eyeing him with some disfavour, I demanded an explanation. "Must you always irritate me?"
"Hey, it's my job." His grin resurfaced. "So why isn't a guy like you married to some seven foot hulk with muscles? No Mr Right around the corner?"
My heart did a triple beat and I looked away from his smile, amazed at my reaction. What in the world was happening? While I had always admired Draco's sinful good looks - and had fantasized more than once about tearing his pants down for a quick slurp, I could always turn my mind in a different direction. This time, it seemed all I could think of was a naked, sweaty Draco and the nearest flat surface. Was it the wine? What could I possibly have in common with some gorgeous thug with a penchant for driving me crazy? "I don't like muscles."
"Liar," Draco pointed out. "I saw that book! Muscles bleeding out of the ears, veins popping out in both arms and a whopper of a dick from.."
Shocked, embarassed, I stood up to look around. "Shut up! Aunt Clara is just sitting there in the next hall."
"Please!" he laughed. "She wouldn't hear us even if I screamed fuck my ass in her ear."
It was a thought that had occurred to me previously and one that came to my mind now. Bending that perfect young body over the marble table, spreading the cleft of those incredible half-moon cheeks, hearing his cries as I fucked him till we both blew our brains out. A drop of sweat trickled down my spine at the thought and I clenched my fists. Trying to think of a distraction, I imagined crotchety Aunt Clara coming by dressed in nothing which sufficiently dampened my erection. "And the picture wasn't that bad."
"You're avoiding the question."
Deciding to go on the offensive for once, I turned the question back to him. "Why are you suddenly so interested in my social life?"
"Maybe I am interested."
"Huh?"
His gaze met mine without wavering, those dark eyes somber and serious for once. "Interested in you."
"What?" Stunned at the sudden thrill that ran through my spine, I took a mental step back, far backward. Not only from the surprise that his answer had caused but also from the mind-boggling idea itself. Although I had never considered it as a possibility, I found to my dismay that there was nothing else that I could possibly want more at that moment. Me and Draco. "That isn't even remotely interesting or funny."
"Nothing funny about it. You're a good-looking, upstanding young man, well-read and travelled, have all your teeth and hair.." Listing off my attributes with aplomb, he steadily counted off the tops of his fingers. "Well, you have a tendency to have some dark humours and mood swings but I think.."
"Mood swings?" The images that had come to my mind, me and Draco, were nothing compared to the anger that came rolling beside. Alternately, my fingers itched to choke him - and pull him close for a blistering kiss. It was a dangerous feeling and I found that Draco always managed to drive me a little crazy. "Stuff it, asshole."
His smile turned into a superior smirk. "You'd like to, wouldn't you?"
It was far too close to the truth and my face turned an alarming shade of pink as I blustered through a reply. "God, could you be any more crude... shit. If you don't stop this, I really will stop your allowance this month." the ministry gave him a stipend, but I could prevent it from coming.
Some weeks back, the threat would have gotten a reaction but this time he just returned my stare with a cool look. "I could get a job."
"You said that six months ago," I pointed out mercilessly. Although I had to admit that he had changed a lot. At least he wasn't bumming around and getting drunk again. Just three weeks ago, I'd caught him going out at night and I could have sworn that he had gone for night classes but he denied it. But why else would a man need a backpack with books in it?
"That was different, it was six months ago. I was a brainless idiot then." He replied without a hint of humour, his voice filled with a singular determination that surprised me. "I really will get a job this time. Anyway, just answer the question and I'll keep quiet."
"No, Draco. I am single and alone." I finally answered his question, frowning all the while. "Now, will you leave me alone?"
He laughed.
His reaction surprised me even more. "What the hell is so funny?" I demanded.
The ferocity in my voice had James smothering his laughter in a barely repressed grin. "Nothing. Jeez, can't a guy just laugh." Even as I continued glowering, he snickered.
Standing up, I leaned forward and stared down at him. Ever since we were kids, I always had the height advantage over him - about two inches more. "Draco Black, you've got something up your sleeve but I just can't tell what it is."
In reply, Draco tilted his head to one side and gazed innocently at me. "Well, you're single and I'm single..."
"If that's another gay joke again.."
"Perhaps we might have something."
Giving up, I flung my hands up. "Draco, if you keep on teasing me about this, I just might thump you."
He gave me a sidelong glance. "Why do you think I am teasing?"
"Get out of here." I told him with a smile.
He laughed again.
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Draco was sleeping, exhausted from the night before and the fly home. I went to the open window to collect the mail dropped on the counter. There were several business letters, and a howler to Draco, but one note was adressed to Ron, not Mr Weasley. Lifting open the flap, I stared in astonishment. A small scroll written in green ink asked me out on a date. The writing was as familiar as my own and I stared in shock. What the hell was Draco up to?
I heard the stairs creek, and I patiently waited, of course it was Draco that came into the kitchen. Sweat dripped down his white wet locks onto his flushed face. His skimpy white T-shirt to cling onto his well-sculpted chest, outlining his hard, solid pecs, slick now with glazed, edible sweat. At the edge of his pecs, two dark, cherry-coloured nipples poked through the expanse of his white tee. The shirt was translucent enough that I could have easily counted his abs with meticulous care. Although his pants were loose and baggy, they came down tight around his crotch, drawing attention to the ample goods within. I could have easily slurped him up with a straw.
Keeping my voice as calm as I possibly could, I spoke softly. "Draco, could I have a word?"
"What did I do now?" he asked coyly.
"Oh, I think you have a very good idea."
Seeing the disgruntled expression on my face, he wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Fine. I can see that you just can't wait so let's go up to the room, I just need to change."
"What is the meaning of this, Draco." Waving the letter in front of him, I lit into him as soon as he'd dragged me into the safety of his room. At that point, I couldn't pinpoint on the exact reason for my anger, a burning feeling that had come to life when I'd seen his writing on the scroll. Was this one of his pathetic mind games? Had he guessed that I'd fallen in lust for him and now he was trying to play some stupid prank on me? "Tell me, what the hell is this?"
As I'd raged on my own, he'd crossed towards the dresser and retrieved a shirt and a pair of blue jeans. "It means exactly what it says." he replied doggedly. Dropping his clothes on the bed, he sat down to face me.
"If this is another one of your pranks, I.." I was at a loss for words and had to satisfy myself by glaring at him.
Draco didn't look away, holding my stare instead. "Look, why is it so hard to understand? Don't you get it? I've always .. been interested."
His voice rang with sincerity and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't read any sign of duplicity in him. It boggled my mind as I couldn't find any reason why he was doing this. There was no way in hell he could have always been interested in me as he'd claimed. Why would he make such a claim? Was he on drugs again? "You've always been... is this one of your jokes? If it is, I don't think it's very funny."
The look on my face had turned from fury to a certain confusion that him smiling. "It isn't. I've always looked up to you, admired you."
Floundering, I tried a new tack. "Have you been drinking again?"
He laughed. "You know I stopped drinking sometime back."
"Well, you sound drunk."
"I'm not." Standing up, he pulled off his T-shirt in one swift motion, tossed it away and walked slowly towards me. His bare chest was just as amazing as I'd imagined, perfectly muscled, smooth as silk, glistening with sweat. My attention came to lie on the swell of his pecs, the darkly tipped nipples riding on the crest. The pants rode low on his waist, baring his midriff - and the sexy trail of light curls that led the way down his taut abdomen.
His lips curved up in a wicked smile. "You like what you see, don't you, Ron?"
"You're definitely drunk," I told him. Trying to take a step back, I stumbled over the carpet and fell forward onto Draco as I tried to regain my footing. My hands scrabbled down his naked torso, running down his sweat-soaked muscles as I tried to gain a grip. His strong arm came around my waist to catch ahold of me.
"Always the clumsy one." The devil was in his eyes again as he helped me up. "Always falling for me, Ron."
"Shut up."
"And I'm not drunk. If I was drunk, we wouldn't be having a rational conversation at all, I'd be tearing that suit off with my teeth and we'd be having wild monkey sex." His words were intoxicating and drew an amazingly clear vision of the both of us tangled in the sheets. The sharp gasp that came from me had Draco smiling again. His hand came to rest on the lapels of my suit and he looked up at me, looking almost shy for a moment. "Look, it's already difficult enough saying this so don't make it worse. I love you, Ron."
I stared at him. It was obvious that he was waiting for a reply but I found that my throat had practically closed up and all I could think were Draco's words. A thousand questions jostled for position in my mind but all I could think of was his cliched phrase. It would be easy enough to give him the same reply but I found that I couldn't. Sure, I lusted for him but did I love him?
Tired of waiting for a reply, Draco let out a sigh. "You don't have to give me a reply right now. I know this might come as a surprise to you but I have been attracted to you for.. for a long time, Ron. I never thought that I'd have a chance with you, death eater vs phoenix, after all. Well, not until the other day."
As I remained without comment, Draco took his chance and hastily continued. "Look, you know why I changed? It's all because of you - and well, because of how I started looking at myself. For years, I thought that I wanted validation and approval from all the wrong people... the Lord, Father, McNair... when all I actually wanted was your approval. Your opinion matters the most to me, Ron."
"Me?" My voice came out in a squeak and I blushed right to my ears. It had never occurred to me that I held such an important position in his life.
"Yeah. I was surprised you never realised. Any teenager would have seen it. You were always too old for your own age."
"I always had to be." It was the simplest answer - and the truth.
"How true." He laughed. "Well, I've changed.. or well, I'm trying to anyway. I don't want to flake out on you again, Ron."
"Somehow I don't think you will."
"Thanks. You don't love me at all right now but I do know that you do have the hots for my body - and right now, I will take what I can get." Those dark eyes turned warm with appeal, his voice grew heavy with the timbre of sex and I shivered. His large hands reached forward and ran slowly down my face. "I had this great plan to seduce you here, to have you giving me the best fuck of my life .. but let's start with dinner instead."
His face was inches away again, his warm breath burning against my cheek. His hands had come down to my shoulders, running deliciously down the lapel of my robe, leaving a delicious burn along their wake. How could I possibly say no? At this game, the man was a master and I found myself helpless. "Okay, dinner later, when we get back. And you're paying."
His handsome face was split with a wide smile just before he let out a yell. "Yahoo!"
Before I could even make a protest, he silenced me with a warm kiss. Those strong arms pulled me close enough that I could feel his heart pounding through his chest - and his hard cock burning a mark on my thigh. Not one to ever lose an advantage, my hands drew him close and ran down the perfection of his broad back. The warm bed beckoned behind me... the bed in my grandparents' home.
Realization came to me and I shoved him away. "Draco!"
"You taste like vanilla, Ron. Sweet."
"Fuck! Anyone could have seen!"
"So?"
I could find no reply and just laughed.
He flashed a sinful smile. "Come, Perfect Ron, let's break a few rules of our own."
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It was easy to see why I hated the man. Even just out of bed, Draco Malfoy looked good enough to eat. Glossy hair tousled from sleep, his thickly lashed, grey eyes heavy-lidded, a shadow of stubble dusting his squared jaw and a hard, tight body that was a wondrous distillation of muscle, sinew and testosterone. Framed artistically against the plain white sheets of my bed with the early morning sunlight coming through my front windows, he looked like one of the impossibly good-looking men who belonged in sexy cologne ads and underwear catalogs.
It wouldn't be the first time I felt like punching that stubbled jaw. Despite my protests, the bastard had seduced me, plied me with wine and fucked me against my office desk. Sure, I could have made a louder protest but then again I, Ron Weasley, am a weak man. Faced with such temptation - and months of celibacy, how could I possibly resist? The first time had been brutal, almost animalistic and primeval as we fought and tangled our way through the broken remains of what used to be my office. After the initial blistering fuck, I certainly couldn't be held responsible for what happened on the living room sofa, on my dining table and then twice on my bed. It was a wonder that we even made it back home with our fumblings in the car.
By his standards, it was no doubt still early. Draco wasn't even half-awake yet and I could take my time to ogle his perfect physique without inviting one of his smug comments. Lying facedown on one of my pillows, he lay prone giving me a great view of his magnificent bare back. His skin glowed like highly polished wood, smooth, flawless and unblemished except for a couple of red imprints held high on his sculpted shoulder where I'd put my mark on him the night before. The firm globes of his buttocks was a masterpiece all on its own and I ran my fingers down over it possessively, marvelling at the smooth, petal-soft skin overlying the hard curve of muscle. My roving fingers ventured down the deep, hairless seam separating the sweat-slicked globes and the tight gluts flexed in response.
"Well, well, look who's up." One dark eye slid open to look at me and the man gave me a salacious wink. "I think I've unleashed a bloody monster."
Frowning, I gave his tight behind a swat. "You're a bastard, Draco."
"Bitch all you like, lil Ronnie." His reply was a half-smirk that dared me to deny his words. "You enjoyed it all the same."
"I was drunk."
"Yeah, yeah, tell it to the judge." Turning over on his side of the bed, he raised himself up on his elbows and faced me fully. His eyes were still held at half-mast and I realized what they actually meant by bedroom eyes. Even satiated and hazy with sleep, they smoldered with fire, those eyes. "But let me remind you, you were not drunk. You only had that one teensy glass."
It would be too easy to blame that one glass of wine but I knew logically that couldn't have caused it. It was his damned irresistible pheromones and that incredible body staring me in the face that brought me down - in more ways than one. Even now, the sheer perfection of his naked torso drew my attention and I found it almost impossible to keep my hands to myself. "Well, it can't happen again at any rate."
"Not this soon, that's for sure." Seeing the expression on my face made him laugh.
"Draco." Giving him a evil look that didnt correspond well with my blush, I muttered quietly. "You know what I mean."
"Please!" Groaning, he dropped facedown onto the bed and chuckled softly into his pillow. His voice came out muffled but still decipherable. "Don't say that, please. The last time you said that I had to prove it to you on the dining table. I think I bumped my knee on that damned chair."
"And broke my lamp, mind you," I reminded him.
Never one to hold back, Draco was as usual ever ready with his appraisals. "It was stinkin ugly."
But my aunt's gift that lacked style and colour coordination didn't matter right now. What mattered was the naked man in my bed. "Look, damn the lamp. What happens now?"
"Fuck." The corners of his lips curved up in a singularly wolfish smile as his left hand dove between the sheets and crept up my naked thigh. It would have been so easy to respond in kind and follow his lead, bringing my hand up to the hard nine inches of uncut meat that I now knew lay between his thighs. Bring his undeniably delicious cock to my lips and tease the plum-sized head till sweet, pungent honey oozed from the slit.
"No." Catching his hand midway up my thigh in a steel grip, I eyed him coolly. My cock throbbed with need, bombarded with erotic images of last night before but I resisted my baser urges. "We're not doing that again."
"Great. You've thought about it." The man let out a sigh. "Do you seriously want to talk about this right now? It's not even 7 yet."
"Seven is already late."
"You're a bitch," he muttered.
That earned him another swat on the butt. "Take that back."
"Ouch." This time the man flinched and an interesting play of muscles rippled through his naked back. An inspiring act that managed to draw an enthusiastic response from my dick. "You sure do like my butt, don't you?"
My red brows flew up. "I'm not going to stroke your ego with a reply."
It was an innuendo-laden reply and I winced painfully almost as soon as I said it. It was like dangling a carrot in front of an ass, albeit a great-looking one. However the man thankfully made no comment and drew himself up to a sitting position instead. Before I knew what he was about, he shifted forward and drew me into a kiss. His lips were just as I remembered, hot, wet and absolutely irresistible.
As I tried to move away, his hands snaked around down my back and pulled me close as he whispered against my cheek. "Sorry, Ron. No talking. I don't function before my first cup of coffee."
"Wait.. I.." His hot hands ran up the length of my back. It was at the tip of my tongue to make a protest but I found that I couldn't since his tongue had taken possession of my mouth. "This doesn't solve anything."
"No. But it feels great."
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If it was one thing I should have learnt through the years, it was never argue with Draco Malfoy. It certainly wasn't worth it. I finally surfaced again an hour later with only one thought in my head. "Draco. I think.."
"God." The hot, sweaty man above me let out a soft groan. "Not another word, please. I think that last time killed me."
As he shifted above me, his muscular thigh brushed against mine and I had to resist an urge to groan. "I just wanted to say.."
"Wait, don't say anything yet." The man shut me up with another kiss, teasing mine with his firm lips. He tasted of heat, musk and testosterone. Even as the thoughts in my head drifted slowly away, I melted beneath him and wondered what it was that I wanted to tell him.
"Draco.."
Easing away with a final quick bite at the edge of my jaw, Draco turned his head up to smile at me. "You're bound and determined to kill me, aren't you?"
Taking pity on me, he pulled away from me and returned with some reluctance to his side of the bed. For a moment, I couldn't imagine what he was talking about but as my senses cleared, I remembered what I meant to say earlier. "I just wanted to tell you that you're.. incredible. You definitely don't need that cup of coffee to function."
His smile widened. "You're welcome."
"Ron. Draco."
It was the most unwelcome call I'd ever gotten. The familiar voice drifted from the fireplace and my heart stilled. "Damn. Fuck."
Recognizing the voice, Draco just laughed easily. "Relax, I think it's only your mum."
"Fuck," I breathed out slowly.
"Two fucks in a day." Propping his dark head up on his arm, he chuckled in appreciation. "That's the most times I've seen you swear in a day."
"How can you think of that? My mother is here!" As my mother called out to us again, my mind was in a turmoil with only two thoughts rattling in my head. My mother was downstairs. Draco was lying naked in my bed looking hot, gorgeous and well satisfied. It had to be a sign. The very idea of my mother coming up the stairs to find me in bed with Draco was far too horrifying to be thought of. It was time for action. Disregarding the half-smirk on his handsome face, I leapt off the bed and threw our clothes on the bed. Thank God, I'd had the foresight to bring the clothes up this morning instead of leaving it strewn all over the living room.
pairing: draco/ron
rating:R
summary: Draco lives with Ron because he's a good influence and he had to go somewhere. snarky: yes. death eater: no.
Big families are great in small doses. Reunions, weddings, funerals, the odd get-together. On a good day, I might even say that I am thankful to have come from a really large family. The grandparents, the occasional crotchety grandaunt, nine aunts and uncles plus the squabbling in-laws, assorted cousins that numbered up to forty at last count and a handful of grandkids making up the number. It was a riotous bunch and I loved the hell out of them, mostly. On days such as today however, I found them a bloody pest. Especially when one of them has managed to find out the secret you've been hiding from the rest of them.
The deafening crash of cymbals, the deep, heart-pounding beat of the drums signalled the arrival of the lions down the driveway of our family home to usher in the New Year. The sound of the twins' firecrackers filled the air as my nephews and neices squealed with delight. Nearby at a half-moon table in the front hall, my two older aunts chattered on, filling each other with the latest family gossip even as they filled themselves with melon seeds. Eager to escape the neverending questions pelted at me each New Year - mostly on my lack of a suitable mate, I hid myself in a dark alcove off the main hall, a place my grandmother used for her occasional afternoon nap. Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one with the same idea.
"Hiding in the closet, Ron?" The voice was deep, velvety, as smooth as chocolate cream - and it belonged to Draco. Ever since he found out my secret, he had been an ever-present pest. He had been adopted into the family, luckily by that time I had been over loathing him. It was a convoluted story, how he got to be trusted, and I was never privy to all the details. In truth, I didnt want to be. Hermione had been the strategist, and if she siad Draco could be trusted, then I would grit my teeth, and trust him.
Let me tell you about Draco. He was the scapegoat, falling in and out of scrapes every other week. He had a thing for creating potions, or rather trying to. Snape had been called in more then once to try to explain the folly. For the last six months after his latest mishap, he had been sentenced to stay with me. Apperantly I was a calming influence. For the most part, even I had to admit that he had settled down somewhat. Although he still pulled some weird stunts once in a while, they were more manageable and far less dangerous to himself.
Many a time, I tried to tell myself that I wasn't dead envious of his good looks but I couldn't. Of course that wasn't to say that I looked like something dragged out from the pit, but I was more well-known in the family for being the responsible one. The guy who was beside the Boy Who Lived. And now, the guy who constantly rescued the scapegoat.
Familial ties had always turned out to be my downfall. About half a year back, when Draco came to me with his solemn promises to change, I'd accepted it and even offered him a place to stay - following an order from my mother, Bill, Charlie and many aunts. After all, I lived in a mansion bought with war money, a three-storey mausoleum that had far too many rooms for a single bachelor.
Unfortunately, one day when I was far too careless, he found my secret. Just two days ago, the damn snoop - who obviously couldn't keep his nose out of people's affairs - came upon my private library and decided to pry. Maybe he knew that I was hiding something, that my excuses of Hermione needing something to read when she visited weren't really true. But he flipped open one of the green bound books, and by horrible bad luck the green books were my picture books. The very first page he saw had a tall, sexy hunk dressed in nothing but a smile - and a 12 inch dick from hell. The picture spoke for itself - and of my sexual orientation.
Needless to say, Draco felt it his duty to be my tormentor and the next days were spent with him teasing me mercilessly. I had caught a small lucky break however. Because he had splinched more then once, he wasn't allowed to apperiate, and I could. He had also been caught using floo powder in some illegal way, I didn't understand, but Snape was incensed by it. So any trips to meet the family, he had to fly, and I could apperiate.
When I got to the Burrow, I laid down on my now too short bed, and spent hours thinking. I knew logic and rational thinking were Hermione's strong points, but I had to try. Nothing came to mind however. How could I possibly explain away the all too obvious evidence of my homosexuality? Could I blame it on a teenage phase that I hadn't gotten out of? Although part of me was relieved to finally have my secret out in the open with someone in the family, there was a tiny part of me that shuddered at the very thought of being dragged out of the closet. How would my family react? Ginny would probably faint from such distressing news. Could my father's heart stand the shock? Would I be cast out of the family without a single reference?
A dozen questions and worries nagged at my mind as I spent half my time writing a suitable out-of-the-closet speech for myself and the other half thinking of various methods of torture for Draco. Oddly enough, my methods for torture always involved Draco being totally naked, writhing in sweat and chained. Ultimately however, my fears were unfounded as for some obscure, despicable reason of his own, Draco saw fit to keep the information to himself. Greeting me at the front door of the Burrow, he made no mention of the shocking discovery at all and acted as if nothing had happened.
But of course, it didn't mean that he couldn't spend his time tormenting me in private. Caught in my hiding place, he cornered me in my seat with a wicked smile. No doubt, his many female admirers would have creamed at the sight of that smile but I steeled myself. So what if he did look incredible - the warm, smooth gold of his skin, the thick, blonde curls that spoke of another reason he didn't fit in, the dark, thickly lashed velvety grey eyes that sparkled so often with devilry.
They sparkled in the familiar way now as he blocked my exit. "So, tell me, Ron, do you find jockstraps hot on guys?"
"Fuck!" It was the third time he had posed such a leading question and each time I'd managed to ignore him but this time I turned to him with a scowl. "Draco."
"C'mon, have a heart!" Dressed in a slick new robe that made the most of his tall, athletic physique, Draco looked good - and he knew it. Turning around so that I had an excellent view of his impressive back, he asked another question. "Do these robes make my arse look fat?"
It was a moot point. His back was a masterpiece, broad, well-muscled shoulders tapering down in a perfect V to his trim waist and a firm, perfectly rounded ass that showed how God had intended a man to wear clothing. However at that moment, I didn't feel like telling him that nothing could possibly make his tight, sexy behind look fat. Not only would it probably amuse him like hell, it might make his ego implode upon itself. "You're getting on my nerves."
Not content with my curt reply, he took a seat on the table, hopping up onto the tabletop. Since he was a kid, he never took the conventional way, always using the table instead of a chair for a seat which drove my grandmother crazy. It also drove me crazy but I didn't think that he needed additional ammunition. "Don't you think the new curtains are absolutely fabulous? I mean the red and the yellow are a bit too Gryffindor, but I think it works, don't you?" He peeked up at me through his preposterously long lashes, grinning at me all the while and I had to restrain the urge to reach out and run my tongue across his soft lower lip. The man had great lips, firm, thick, gently curving at the sides, often coming to a pout that begged for a hard kiss. As he leaned forward, my dick twitched in my pants as I started imagining what else I could do with that mouth.
The sudden lurid image had the effect of a quick splash on the face and I shoved him away with a glare. "Draco. I am warning you."
"Ouch. You are a hard man," he complained playfully.
As he leaned down again from his perch on the table, my nostrils filled with the heavenly scent of warm, healthy male sweat and I shuddered. It was a tantalizing scent that had haunted me for the past few months and I had rigidly schooled myself to ignore it, no matter how tempting it could be. Keeping him at arm's length, I stood up and pushed him away, trying to get around him. "You got that right. Now, let me pass, you nut."
"A hard man." He ran his finger down my well-toned arm instead. "Really hard. Been working out?"
From any other man, I might have thought it was a come on but from Draco, it could have been anything. Of late, I had been having distressing sexual dreams with my sexy housemate as the lead actor and it was slowly pushing me off the edge. The both of us had almost nothing in common, he frequently gave me the urge to throttle him, and dammit, the bastard liked girls! "Draco!"
As I took a threatening step forward, he let out a laugh and danced away around the table. "Oh, come on, it has taken years for me to find true flaw. Can't you give me this one?"
Although he laughed, I could see that the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "You're serious?"
From the safety of his end of the round table, Draco teased me. "Yeah, the perfect son. Good grades, amazing credentials, perfect hair. And lets not forget you saved the wizarding world at 17. It is nice to know that you're still human, after all."
The way he spoke of me made me sound like some android devoid of human emotion. For a moment, I wanted to shrug it off, thinking that only Draco thought of me that way but then, I remembered something Aunt Mary had said before and I wondered. Aunt Mary had talked of me as a clone of Percy - and I didn't think that she had meant that as a compliment. Had I really turned into the old bastard - as we called him? Stunned with the realization, I needed to sit back down. I hoped the panic in my voice wasn't obvious as I countered his statement, "I am not all that perfect."
Taking up his unconventional seat back on the table, Draco just shrugged. "Go tell that to Molly."
"Tell what?" Somewhat disturbed by his comment, I ran my fingers through my hair. "That I'm not perfect. Surely she knows that. I make mistakes more often than I can count."
"Hardly any, and no one can stop reminding me of it either. Why can't you be more like Ron? Ron never does anything wrong." His lips twisted in a sexy sneer. "Perfect Little Ron."
"Look, you know I'm not some robot."
"You aren't?" Dramatically, Draco let out a gasp and faked a shocked expression. "Does Mummy know this?"
My earlier surprise faded away as I turned my glare on him. "Draco."
"I love it when you give me that stare," he stated fondly, lifting a hand to brush away a stray lock of my hair.
It was a surprisingly intimate move that had me stiffening, his touch sizzled against my skin and I carefully moved his hand away. "That's not the point. You're not supposed to enjoy it. The staff at the office run at the sight of it."
For a moment he looked down at our joined hands but thankfully decided not to comment on it. Instead, he gave my hand a warm squeeze, released it and smiled. "I can easily believe that. But I like it."
"You are insane," I scolded him.
"Yes." We were close enough know that he only needed to lean forward an inch or two - close enough that our noses almost touched, our lips barely a hairsbreadth away. His breath was warm, spiced up with the red wine chicken that he'd taken only this morning and the faint, surprising hint of peppermint. "And you love me all the more for it."
Dare I tell him about last night's sexual dream? It would probably give him fodder to tease me for the rest of my life if he knew how I'd worshipped his hot, naked flesh last night, how I'd spent my time spreading slow, melting kisses down the front of his magnificently built torso. "Yeah... you wish."
For a moment, our gazes met and I wondered what he was thinking about inside those dark, soulful grey eyes. Something different lit up those dark eyes, something darker and warmer. We were close enough that we were almost kissing, he knew that I was gay... I started wondering whether he knew of the licentious thoughts in my head, the thoughts that had me aching to move closer, to draw that handsome head close for a kiss. What would he say if I moved my hand over his powerful thigh, thread upwards towards the tempting juncture of his crotch?
"So tell me, why aren't you involved with anyone?"
The abrupt change in subject - and the quick, efficient way he had of moving surprised me. While the others might regard the man as a lazy good-for-nothing, I could see that the man could move really fast when he wanted to. While I was still in a sexual daze, the man had moved back off the table and onto the chair. I shook myself to regain my bearings. "None of your business."
"It is none of my business," Draco agreed instantly. Leaning forward onto the table, he shook his dark head. "But you know me well enough that won't stop me asking. I'll just keep on asking till you tell me."
His persistence had always been one of his more irritating traits and I frequently wondered why he had never applied those particular traits into his work. If he'd been only half as dogged... "Look, I work from 9 to 9 for a company that never sleeps, I manage everyone in the family's petty little problems, Percy's strained connection to the family, Aunt Mary's latest bailout, you."
The last word was said pointedly and he flinched accordingly. "Ouch. There goes the fangs again."
"Yes," I replied flatly.
His smile turned devilish. "But baby, you know I love it when you bite."
"Stop it."
Evidently pleased that he had managed to annoy me, Draco tried for another change of subject. "Did you hear that Aunt Beatrice is pregnant again?"
The quick changing of subjects had me floundering and it took me a moment. Scrolling through the list of relatives in my head, I pictured a plump, good-natured matron in her late 30s with a brood of kids and the most horrific New Years dress. "Good God. There are entirely too many kids in that family."
"Hmm.. yeah, you are right. Forgot about the kids. You're always right."
"Stop that." Eyeing him with some disfavour, I demanded an explanation. "Must you always irritate me?"
"Hey, it's my job." His grin resurfaced. "So why isn't a guy like you married to some seven foot hulk with muscles? No Mr Right around the corner?"
My heart did a triple beat and I looked away from his smile, amazed at my reaction. What in the world was happening? While I had always admired Draco's sinful good looks - and had fantasized more than once about tearing his pants down for a quick slurp, I could always turn my mind in a different direction. This time, it seemed all I could think of was a naked, sweaty Draco and the nearest flat surface. Was it the wine? What could I possibly have in common with some gorgeous thug with a penchant for driving me crazy? "I don't like muscles."
"Liar," Draco pointed out. "I saw that book! Muscles bleeding out of the ears, veins popping out in both arms and a whopper of a dick from.."
Shocked, embarassed, I stood up to look around. "Shut up! Aunt Clara is just sitting there in the next hall."
"Please!" he laughed. "She wouldn't hear us even if I screamed fuck my ass in her ear."
It was a thought that had occurred to me previously and one that came to my mind now. Bending that perfect young body over the marble table, spreading the cleft of those incredible half-moon cheeks, hearing his cries as I fucked him till we both blew our brains out. A drop of sweat trickled down my spine at the thought and I clenched my fists. Trying to think of a distraction, I imagined crotchety Aunt Clara coming by dressed in nothing which sufficiently dampened my erection. "And the picture wasn't that bad."
"You're avoiding the question."
Deciding to go on the offensive for once, I turned the question back to him. "Why are you suddenly so interested in my social life?"
"Maybe I am interested."
"Huh?"
His gaze met mine without wavering, those dark eyes somber and serious for once. "Interested in you."
"What?" Stunned at the sudden thrill that ran through my spine, I took a mental step back, far backward. Not only from the surprise that his answer had caused but also from the mind-boggling idea itself. Although I had never considered it as a possibility, I found to my dismay that there was nothing else that I could possibly want more at that moment. Me and Draco. "That isn't even remotely interesting or funny."
"Nothing funny about it. You're a good-looking, upstanding young man, well-read and travelled, have all your teeth and hair.." Listing off my attributes with aplomb, he steadily counted off the tops of his fingers. "Well, you have a tendency to have some dark humours and mood swings but I think.."
"Mood swings?" The images that had come to my mind, me and Draco, were nothing compared to the anger that came rolling beside. Alternately, my fingers itched to choke him - and pull him close for a blistering kiss. It was a dangerous feeling and I found that Draco always managed to drive me a little crazy. "Stuff it, asshole."
His smile turned into a superior smirk. "You'd like to, wouldn't you?"
It was far too close to the truth and my face turned an alarming shade of pink as I blustered through a reply. "God, could you be any more crude... shit. If you don't stop this, I really will stop your allowance this month." the ministry gave him a stipend, but I could prevent it from coming.
Some weeks back, the threat would have gotten a reaction but this time he just returned my stare with a cool look. "I could get a job."
"You said that six months ago," I pointed out mercilessly. Although I had to admit that he had changed a lot. At least he wasn't bumming around and getting drunk again. Just three weeks ago, I'd caught him going out at night and I could have sworn that he had gone for night classes but he denied it. But why else would a man need a backpack with books in it?
"That was different, it was six months ago. I was a brainless idiot then." He replied without a hint of humour, his voice filled with a singular determination that surprised me. "I really will get a job this time. Anyway, just answer the question and I'll keep quiet."
"No, Draco. I am single and alone." I finally answered his question, frowning all the while. "Now, will you leave me alone?"
He laughed.
His reaction surprised me even more. "What the hell is so funny?" I demanded.
The ferocity in my voice had James smothering his laughter in a barely repressed grin. "Nothing. Jeez, can't a guy just laugh." Even as I continued glowering, he snickered.
Standing up, I leaned forward and stared down at him. Ever since we were kids, I always had the height advantage over him - about two inches more. "Draco Black, you've got something up your sleeve but I just can't tell what it is."
In reply, Draco tilted his head to one side and gazed innocently at me. "Well, you're single and I'm single..."
"If that's another gay joke again.."
"Perhaps we might have something."
Giving up, I flung my hands up. "Draco, if you keep on teasing me about this, I just might thump you."
He gave me a sidelong glance. "Why do you think I am teasing?"
"Get out of here." I told him with a smile.
He laughed again.
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Draco was sleeping, exhausted from the night before and the fly home. I went to the open window to collect the mail dropped on the counter. There were several business letters, and a howler to Draco, but one note was adressed to Ron, not Mr Weasley. Lifting open the flap, I stared in astonishment. A small scroll written in green ink asked me out on a date. The writing was as familiar as my own and I stared in shock. What the hell was Draco up to?
I heard the stairs creek, and I patiently waited, of course it was Draco that came into the kitchen. Sweat dripped down his white wet locks onto his flushed face. His skimpy white T-shirt to cling onto his well-sculpted chest, outlining his hard, solid pecs, slick now with glazed, edible sweat. At the edge of his pecs, two dark, cherry-coloured nipples poked through the expanse of his white tee. The shirt was translucent enough that I could have easily counted his abs with meticulous care. Although his pants were loose and baggy, they came down tight around his crotch, drawing attention to the ample goods within. I could have easily slurped him up with a straw.
Keeping my voice as calm as I possibly could, I spoke softly. "Draco, could I have a word?"
"What did I do now?" he asked coyly.
"Oh, I think you have a very good idea."
Seeing the disgruntled expression on my face, he wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Fine. I can see that you just can't wait so let's go up to the room, I just need to change."
"What is the meaning of this, Draco." Waving the letter in front of him, I lit into him as soon as he'd dragged me into the safety of his room. At that point, I couldn't pinpoint on the exact reason for my anger, a burning feeling that had come to life when I'd seen his writing on the scroll. Was this one of his pathetic mind games? Had he guessed that I'd fallen in lust for him and now he was trying to play some stupid prank on me? "Tell me, what the hell is this?"
As I'd raged on my own, he'd crossed towards the dresser and retrieved a shirt and a pair of blue jeans. "It means exactly what it says." he replied doggedly. Dropping his clothes on the bed, he sat down to face me.
"If this is another one of your pranks, I.." I was at a loss for words and had to satisfy myself by glaring at him.
Draco didn't look away, holding my stare instead. "Look, why is it so hard to understand? Don't you get it? I've always .. been interested."
His voice rang with sincerity and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't read any sign of duplicity in him. It boggled my mind as I couldn't find any reason why he was doing this. There was no way in hell he could have always been interested in me as he'd claimed. Why would he make such a claim? Was he on drugs again? "You've always been... is this one of your jokes? If it is, I don't think it's very funny."
The look on my face had turned from fury to a certain confusion that him smiling. "It isn't. I've always looked up to you, admired you."
Floundering, I tried a new tack. "Have you been drinking again?"
He laughed. "You know I stopped drinking sometime back."
"Well, you sound drunk."
"I'm not." Standing up, he pulled off his T-shirt in one swift motion, tossed it away and walked slowly towards me. His bare chest was just as amazing as I'd imagined, perfectly muscled, smooth as silk, glistening with sweat. My attention came to lie on the swell of his pecs, the darkly tipped nipples riding on the crest. The pants rode low on his waist, baring his midriff - and the sexy trail of light curls that led the way down his taut abdomen.
His lips curved up in a wicked smile. "You like what you see, don't you, Ron?"
"You're definitely drunk," I told him. Trying to take a step back, I stumbled over the carpet and fell forward onto Draco as I tried to regain my footing. My hands scrabbled down his naked torso, running down his sweat-soaked muscles as I tried to gain a grip. His strong arm came around my waist to catch ahold of me.
"Always the clumsy one." The devil was in his eyes again as he helped me up. "Always falling for me, Ron."
"Shut up."
"And I'm not drunk. If I was drunk, we wouldn't be having a rational conversation at all, I'd be tearing that suit off with my teeth and we'd be having wild monkey sex." His words were intoxicating and drew an amazingly clear vision of the both of us tangled in the sheets. The sharp gasp that came from me had Draco smiling again. His hand came to rest on the lapels of my suit and he looked up at me, looking almost shy for a moment. "Look, it's already difficult enough saying this so don't make it worse. I love you, Ron."
I stared at him. It was obvious that he was waiting for a reply but I found that my throat had practically closed up and all I could think were Draco's words. A thousand questions jostled for position in my mind but all I could think of was his cliched phrase. It would be easy enough to give him the same reply but I found that I couldn't. Sure, I lusted for him but did I love him?
Tired of waiting for a reply, Draco let out a sigh. "You don't have to give me a reply right now. I know this might come as a surprise to you but I have been attracted to you for.. for a long time, Ron. I never thought that I'd have a chance with you, death eater vs phoenix, after all. Well, not until the other day."
As I remained without comment, Draco took his chance and hastily continued. "Look, you know why I changed? It's all because of you - and well, because of how I started looking at myself. For years, I thought that I wanted validation and approval from all the wrong people... the Lord, Father, McNair... when all I actually wanted was your approval. Your opinion matters the most to me, Ron."
"Me?" My voice came out in a squeak and I blushed right to my ears. It had never occurred to me that I held such an important position in his life.
"Yeah. I was surprised you never realised. Any teenager would have seen it. You were always too old for your own age."
"I always had to be." It was the simplest answer - and the truth.
"How true." He laughed. "Well, I've changed.. or well, I'm trying to anyway. I don't want to flake out on you again, Ron."
"Somehow I don't think you will."
"Thanks. You don't love me at all right now but I do know that you do have the hots for my body - and right now, I will take what I can get." Those dark eyes turned warm with appeal, his voice grew heavy with the timbre of sex and I shivered. His large hands reached forward and ran slowly down my face. "I had this great plan to seduce you here, to have you giving me the best fuck of my life .. but let's start with dinner instead."
His face was inches away again, his warm breath burning against my cheek. His hands had come down to my shoulders, running deliciously down the lapel of my robe, leaving a delicious burn along their wake. How could I possibly say no? At this game, the man was a master and I found myself helpless. "Okay, dinner later, when we get back. And you're paying."
His handsome face was split with a wide smile just before he let out a yell. "Yahoo!"
Before I could even make a protest, he silenced me with a warm kiss. Those strong arms pulled me close enough that I could feel his heart pounding through his chest - and his hard cock burning a mark on my thigh. Not one to ever lose an advantage, my hands drew him close and ran down the perfection of his broad back. The warm bed beckoned behind me... the bed in my grandparents' home.
Realization came to me and I shoved him away. "Draco!"
"You taste like vanilla, Ron. Sweet."
"Fuck! Anyone could have seen!"
"So?"
I could find no reply and just laughed.
He flashed a sinful smile. "Come, Perfect Ron, let's break a few rules of our own."
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It was easy to see why I hated the man. Even just out of bed, Draco Malfoy looked good enough to eat. Glossy hair tousled from sleep, his thickly lashed, grey eyes heavy-lidded, a shadow of stubble dusting his squared jaw and a hard, tight body that was a wondrous distillation of muscle, sinew and testosterone. Framed artistically against the plain white sheets of my bed with the early morning sunlight coming through my front windows, he looked like one of the impossibly good-looking men who belonged in sexy cologne ads and underwear catalogs.
It wouldn't be the first time I felt like punching that stubbled jaw. Despite my protests, the bastard had seduced me, plied me with wine and fucked me against my office desk. Sure, I could have made a louder protest but then again I, Ron Weasley, am a weak man. Faced with such temptation - and months of celibacy, how could I possibly resist? The first time had been brutal, almost animalistic and primeval as we fought and tangled our way through the broken remains of what used to be my office. After the initial blistering fuck, I certainly couldn't be held responsible for what happened on the living room sofa, on my dining table and then twice on my bed. It was a wonder that we even made it back home with our fumblings in the car.
By his standards, it was no doubt still early. Draco wasn't even half-awake yet and I could take my time to ogle his perfect physique without inviting one of his smug comments. Lying facedown on one of my pillows, he lay prone giving me a great view of his magnificent bare back. His skin glowed like highly polished wood, smooth, flawless and unblemished except for a couple of red imprints held high on his sculpted shoulder where I'd put my mark on him the night before. The firm globes of his buttocks was a masterpiece all on its own and I ran my fingers down over it possessively, marvelling at the smooth, petal-soft skin overlying the hard curve of muscle. My roving fingers ventured down the deep, hairless seam separating the sweat-slicked globes and the tight gluts flexed in response.
"Well, well, look who's up." One dark eye slid open to look at me and the man gave me a salacious wink. "I think I've unleashed a bloody monster."
Frowning, I gave his tight behind a swat. "You're a bastard, Draco."
"Bitch all you like, lil Ronnie." His reply was a half-smirk that dared me to deny his words. "You enjoyed it all the same."
"I was drunk."
"Yeah, yeah, tell it to the judge." Turning over on his side of the bed, he raised himself up on his elbows and faced me fully. His eyes were still held at half-mast and I realized what they actually meant by bedroom eyes. Even satiated and hazy with sleep, they smoldered with fire, those eyes. "But let me remind you, you were not drunk. You only had that one teensy glass."
It would be too easy to blame that one glass of wine but I knew logically that couldn't have caused it. It was his damned irresistible pheromones and that incredible body staring me in the face that brought me down - in more ways than one. Even now, the sheer perfection of his naked torso drew my attention and I found it almost impossible to keep my hands to myself. "Well, it can't happen again at any rate."
"Not this soon, that's for sure." Seeing the expression on my face made him laugh.
"Draco." Giving him a evil look that didnt correspond well with my blush, I muttered quietly. "You know what I mean."
"Please!" Groaning, he dropped facedown onto the bed and chuckled softly into his pillow. His voice came out muffled but still decipherable. "Don't say that, please. The last time you said that I had to prove it to you on the dining table. I think I bumped my knee on that damned chair."
"And broke my lamp, mind you," I reminded him.
Never one to hold back, Draco was as usual ever ready with his appraisals. "It was stinkin ugly."
But my aunt's gift that lacked style and colour coordination didn't matter right now. What mattered was the naked man in my bed. "Look, damn the lamp. What happens now?"
"Fuck." The corners of his lips curved up in a singularly wolfish smile as his left hand dove between the sheets and crept up my naked thigh. It would have been so easy to respond in kind and follow his lead, bringing my hand up to the hard nine inches of uncut meat that I now knew lay between his thighs. Bring his undeniably delicious cock to my lips and tease the plum-sized head till sweet, pungent honey oozed from the slit.
"No." Catching his hand midway up my thigh in a steel grip, I eyed him coolly. My cock throbbed with need, bombarded with erotic images of last night before but I resisted my baser urges. "We're not doing that again."
"Great. You've thought about it." The man let out a sigh. "Do you seriously want to talk about this right now? It's not even 7 yet."
"Seven is already late."
"You're a bitch," he muttered.
That earned him another swat on the butt. "Take that back."
"Ouch." This time the man flinched and an interesting play of muscles rippled through his naked back. An inspiring act that managed to draw an enthusiastic response from my dick. "You sure do like my butt, don't you?"
My red brows flew up. "I'm not going to stroke your ego with a reply."
It was an innuendo-laden reply and I winced painfully almost as soon as I said it. It was like dangling a carrot in front of an ass, albeit a great-looking one. However the man thankfully made no comment and drew himself up to a sitting position instead. Before I knew what he was about, he shifted forward and drew me into a kiss. His lips were just as I remembered, hot, wet and absolutely irresistible.
As I tried to move away, his hands snaked around down my back and pulled me close as he whispered against my cheek. "Sorry, Ron. No talking. I don't function before my first cup of coffee."
"Wait.. I.." His hot hands ran up the length of my back. It was at the tip of my tongue to make a protest but I found that I couldn't since his tongue had taken possession of my mouth. "This doesn't solve anything."
"No. But it feels great."
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If it was one thing I should have learnt through the years, it was never argue with Draco Malfoy. It certainly wasn't worth it. I finally surfaced again an hour later with only one thought in my head. "Draco. I think.."
"God." The hot, sweaty man above me let out a soft groan. "Not another word, please. I think that last time killed me."
As he shifted above me, his muscular thigh brushed against mine and I had to resist an urge to groan. "I just wanted to say.."
"Wait, don't say anything yet." The man shut me up with another kiss, teasing mine with his firm lips. He tasted of heat, musk and testosterone. Even as the thoughts in my head drifted slowly away, I melted beneath him and wondered what it was that I wanted to tell him.
"Draco.."
Easing away with a final quick bite at the edge of my jaw, Draco turned his head up to smile at me. "You're bound and determined to kill me, aren't you?"
Taking pity on me, he pulled away from me and returned with some reluctance to his side of the bed. For a moment, I couldn't imagine what he was talking about but as my senses cleared, I remembered what I meant to say earlier. "I just wanted to tell you that you're.. incredible. You definitely don't need that cup of coffee to function."
His smile widened. "You're welcome."
"Ron. Draco."
It was the most unwelcome call I'd ever gotten. The familiar voice drifted from the fireplace and my heart stilled. "Damn. Fuck."
Recognizing the voice, Draco just laughed easily. "Relax, I think it's only your mum."
"Fuck," I breathed out slowly.
"Two fucks in a day." Propping his dark head up on his arm, he chuckled in appreciation. "That's the most times I've seen you swear in a day."
"How can you think of that? My mother is here!" As my mother called out to us again, my mind was in a turmoil with only two thoughts rattling in my head. My mother was downstairs. Draco was lying naked in my bed looking hot, gorgeous and well satisfied. It had to be a sign. The very idea of my mother coming up the stairs to find me in bed with Draco was far too horrifying to be thought of. It was time for action. Disregarding the half-smirk on his handsome face, I leapt off the bed and threw our clothes on the bed. Thank God, I'd had the foresight to bring the clothes up this morning instead of leaving it strewn all over the living room.
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Date: 2005-06-14 04:18 pm (UTC)You are my porn goddess. Love me. <3
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Date: 2005-06-15 12:57 pm (UTC)and it's wednesday, which is my last day of school, so maybe i could see you sometime?
i'll try to write more for you, i really will. do you mind weasley sex? i have so much weasley sex half written.
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Date: 2005-06-15 02:23 pm (UTC)And Weasley sex is ALWAYS nice<3 I have your Dobby/Harry's pants written out - its been done for a long time now. I shall bring it when I see you again!
(ps Holy crap. One more year of school!!!!!! Shit man. Wow)
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Date: 2005-06-15 02:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-06-15 02:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-06-14 04:55 pm (UTC)*corrects your grammar*
*has hugest orgasm EVER*
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Date: 2005-06-15 12:58 pm (UTC)sure i'll write you snape/lucius. any particular kinks?
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Date: 2005-06-15 01:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-06-17 04:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-06-18 12:30 am (UTC)well, they weren't canon ron and canon draco (no hate, yeah?), but i thought they were believable extrapolations based on the backstory you had, and they were adorable. and long is only bad when it's boring as well, and the fic definitely wasn't that. i could read them just talking to each other for pages more!