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The Thing You'll Miss The Most
More than friends, closer than brothers....
Title: Bedfellows
Author: iamshadow
Ship: Ron/Harry
Word Count: 1,405
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Nothing but porn.
Summary: Gift!fic for lnalvgd and fordanglia. I hope you guys don't mind sharing - it's just that this one ended up twice as long as I'd planned, and did not come easily. It was more of the kicking, screaming and biting variety of plotbunny that did not want to flow. Still, I'm happy with the end result, so I hope you are, too. You can fight between yourselves about who owns which bits. :)

This is sort of a smutty "outtake" for Longing. Though Longing is sort of trio, this piece is exclusively Ron/Harry in content. You don't have to have read Longing to read this, but the situation and a bit of the dialogue will make much more sense if you have. (Also, if you read Longing first, then Bedfellows won't spoiler you for it.)

Stories in the Longing 'verse

We were alone. Alone together. And the world seemed to have shrunk to the places we were touching, his hot breath on my chest and the slow whirl of dizziness in my brain.

I almost absently noted my hand reaching up to stroke his cheek, and felt a little stab of pain when he flinched at the caress.

“You don’t...you don’t have to,” he murmured.

“Yes, I do,” I countered, my hands threading into his dark hair.

“Only because Hermione-” he began.

“Hermione was right,” I said gently but firmly. “About everything. As usual.”

“Oh,” he whispered.

For a long moment neither of us spoke or moved, save for the gentle stroking of my hand across his face and hair. I watched his expression, still and almost expectant, his eyes closed. When my fingers trailed across the nape of his neck he gasped, those eyes flew open, and his hot mouth locked with mine again.

This kiss was less slow, less tentative than the first. There was a clumsy urgency behind the thrust of his tongue, the mashing of our lips, the occasional click of teeth. His hands slipped under my shirt and my head gave a great spin.

“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled, breaking the kiss and resting my head on Harry's shoulder as his fingertips drifted up and down my spine, across my ribs and the soft, senstive skin of my sides.

“All right, Ron?” Harry asked, his hands still moving, almost tickling.

I nodded. It was too much, but too much in the best possible way.

As I slid my own hands under Harry’s shirt, he sucked in a sharp breath and it sent a bolt of pleasure from my brain...downwards. We were barely touching, and I was already half-hard.

“What...” My voice came out hoarse, so I stopped to clear my throat. “What are we going to...er...do?”

Harry’s reply sounded as nervous as my question. “I don’t know, really. I never...I never expected to actually...you know. I mean, I’ve thought about doing things before, but...ah...”

I pulled back to look at him. “You’ve thought about doing things? With me?

Harry shifted a little, embarrassed. “Loads of times.”


Harry abruptly blushed a brilliant crimson, and my brain suddenly caught up with the conversation. “Oh...right. Sorry,” I mumbled, knowing my face was glowing like a setting sun.

Harry had thought about me. While he wanked.

Oh. Shit. Harry wanking.

All at once my imagination created an image, and there was no longer anything ‘half’ about my erection.

“I’m sorry,” Harry continued. “I shouldnt’ve said...I don’t want you thinking that I expect-” He was pulling away a little, taking half a step backwards, letting me go...

Lust or Gryffindor courage or some mixture of the two must have driven me to do what I did. I honestly have no idea which. All I could think at the time was that I couldn’t let him run away from me.

I tightened my arms around Harry and pressed my body against him. My whole body. And we both groaned when the bulge in my pants firmly met the one in his.

For long minutes reality dissolved into a kind of haze of desperate kissing and touching and delicious friction. Then Harry tugged my shirt up and off me, and I did the same with his. We’d seen each other half-dressed hundreds, possibly even thousands, of times through the years at school and last year in the tent, but I found myself openly looking him up and down for the first time.

“Not much to look at, I know,” Harry said, self-conscious under my appraising eye.

He was still too thin, it was true, but there were things about his lean frame that I was finding very appealing on closer inspection. His pale skin, soft under my fingertips, and the gentle curve of the muscles in his chest and biceps. His slender neck that begged for nuzzles, kisses and maybe even a gentle nip or two.

And I seemed to be mesmerized by that trail of coarse hair that led down beyond the waistband of his jeans.

“Are you mental?!” I asked. “You’re bloody gorgeous! You’re the one who should be feeling a bit let down.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, looking genuinely confused.

“Well...it’s me,” I said, gesturing at myself, as if that should explain everything. “My nose is enormous, I’ve got scars all over, and millions of freckles everywhere. Not exactly a catch.”

“That’s utter bollocks! If your nose was any smaller it’d just look silly. I’ve got as many scars as you do, and your freckles...well, I...I really like them,” Harry stammered.


“Yeah,” he said earnestly.

I eyed him sceptically. “You’re not just saying that to get into my pants?”

“No!” he protested indignantly. I sniggered, and he gave me a sheepish grin. “Okay, I am trying to get into your pants. But I meant what I said.”

Our hands were eagerly exploring the planes and contours of newly exposed skin even as we spoke. I surrendered to my impulse and leaned in to brush my lips against his neck above his pulsepoint. He released a sigh, a gentle exhalation of breath that caressed my shoulder.

Harry’s fingers were moving back and forth across my stomach and every now and then dipping teasingly inside the waistband of my jeans. After he’d done this half a dozen times, I gave an little moan and thrust my hips forward demandingly. I felt Harry’s lips curve against my skin, then that hand drifted down and squeezed gently, and I saw stars.

“Freckles everywhere?” Harry asked wickedly, as I whimpered and pressed myself wantonly into his palm.

“Uh huh,” I mumbled, holding on tight to his hips with both hands. This was partly for leverage, but mainly so I didn’t fall flat on my arse because my balance seemed to have evaporated along with any reservations I may previously have held about frotting shamelessly against my best mate’s hand.

“Come to bed with me?” he asked in a whisper, and I immediately nodded. We wrestled impatientily with pants and shoes and socks in between more kisses, more touches. When I was down to just my boxers I paused for a brief moment, but Harry’s lips on mine wiped away my hesitation and we slid between the sheets in nothing but our skin.

Things went very rapidly from there.

Too rapidly, really, but at the time, we weren’t really thinking about drawing it out. I wasn’t thinking much at all beyond right there and Harry and so good and almost my entire vocabulary of swear words (which is extensive, due to growing up with five older brothers, one of whom was Charlie).

To be honest, it was all a bit of a blur.

One moment, it was more of the same; Harry’s tongue tracing a tendon in my neck, my large hands easily cupping his small, muscular arse.

Then the next; my hand was around Harry’s cock and his hand was around mine, and we were both thrusting and grunting and moaning and muttering odd snatches of almost-words and panting and then...and then...

...I came.

Sweet Merlin, I came.

The flood of sensation left me sweaty, sticky, sated, and gasping for breath. When I came back to myself a bit I was aware of Harry gently nuzzling and kissing my neck, and I felt a rush of guilt. What exactly did you say when you came so quickly, and completely forgot about your partner when it got to the messy end of things?

“I’m sorry...Did...did you...?” I trailed off, embarrassed.

“Yes,” he murmured softly.

“Oh,” I said. “That’s...that’s good.”

“Incredible,” he responded.

“Me too,” I replied. “I mean, you were. For me.”

I seemed to have regained minimal use of my limbs. My fingers glided across the skin of his back, his hip, his thigh; retracing paths walked hastily, committing them to memory. Harry’s fingertips traced lazy patterns on my ribs as he tilted his head up to catch my mouth in a long and languid kiss. I felt my body stirring again, heat rising slowly, and I knew that the next time, and all the times after that would be better.

And I was right, but I was also wrong.

Because nothing, nothing ever seemed to come close to that first time. The first time Harry and I shared a bed as lovers, not just friends.

<- Longing *L* Marking Time (By Counting Hours Apart) ->

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suciabonita From: suciabonita Date: December 27th, 2007 05:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh wow... That was just beautiful, sexy, brilliant, and so many other words that aren't coming to my mind because my brain is foggy after reading this story!

shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: December 28th, 2007 12:53 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you!

I'm glad it was fog inducing. :)
ms_worplesdon From: ms_worplesdon Date: December 27th, 2007 06:03 pm (UTC) (Link)
Unh! Even in the context of trio you can see how much they love each other!

This was hot, sticky, delicious, romantic... the neck kissing? GUH!

*bows down*
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: December 28th, 2007 12:58 am (UTC) (Link)
Mmmmm...I did get a little preoccupied with the necks, but neck was on my prompt list from lnalvgd, so I can lay all the blame on her!

Nah, it was totally me. Any excuse, and all that.
fordanglia From: fordanglia Date: December 27th, 2007 06:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
I love you. I haven't read this yet, but I'm saving it to my laptop for later - I only have Internet part of the time here on holiday. I will post a proper review when I can. Thank you so much!
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: December 28th, 2007 12:50 am (UTC) (Link)
That's fine!

I hope it brightens things up for you!

*big big hugs*
redsnake05 From: redsnake05 Date: December 27th, 2007 07:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
Gorgeous. Having read that and had some breakfast, I might just go back to bed for a bit more of a sleep-in. LOL.
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: December 28th, 2007 12:54 am (UTC) (Link)
Maybe I should put a warning in the header not to drive or operate heavy machinery after reading. ;)
mrsquizzical From: mrsquizzical Date: December 27th, 2007 08:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
i love it.

and you.

and them.

so much love. lovelovelove.

shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: December 28th, 2007 12:59 am (UTC) (Link)
You're full of love today!

*hearts your icon*
roelliej From: roelliej Date: December 27th, 2007 10:02 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm really impressed.
This is your best one yet, to my opinion.
It's so beautifully written.
I don't have words for it :D
I really love, adore, worship, honour yadayadayada ;)
This is one of the reasons why I love the Harry/Ron stories!!
Excellent job!!
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: December 28th, 2007 01:01 am (UTC) (Link)
Wow, thank you!

That means a lot, because it wasn't easy to write. It took me about two days to get the first 500 words alone. The rest I got out last night, because I was determined to finish the bloody thing.
hpuckle From: hpuckle Date: December 27th, 2007 10:37 pm (UTC) (Link)
*great big huge massive sigh*

You never dissapoint! This was beautiful! I love how nervous and tender and passionate and hot it was... all at the same time! Guh!

shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: December 28th, 2007 01:04 am (UTC) (Link)
There are a lot of nerves in this one, but fortunately the hormones of two teenaged boys trumps the nerves just about every time. I'd imagine they did a lot of exploring that first night, and what they lacked in finesse and stamina they more than made up for in enthusiasm.
lnalvgd From: lnalvgd Date: December 28th, 2007 12:10 am (UTC) (Link)
And I seemed to be mesmerized by that trail of coarse hair that led down beyond the waistband of his jeans.

Oh! Ron! I'd be mesmerized too looking at that!!!

...but Harry’s lips on mine wiped away my hesitation and we slid between the sheets in nothing but our skin.

That is just beautiful...simply beautiful!!!

...Harry’s tongue tracing a tendon in my neck, my large hands easily cupping his small, muscular arse.


I have so many icons I could use for this wonderful fic! But I'll use the happy trail...because it's simply delicious to look at!

YOu are made of awesome!

Thank you so very much!!!


shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: December 28th, 2007 12:48 am (UTC) (Link)
The trail got in there because I just couldn't find a way to work Harry's feet into this one, and I knew it was another one of your favourite things.

No Ron's hair or lips, either. Because it was first person, it seemed a bit funny to have him talking about his own features like that. So you got the hands you asked for (cupping Harry' arse, no less) and mentions of his nose and scars and freckles everywhere instead. Sorry about that. I did try, but putting the description into Harry's mouth seemed to make him too gushy and poetic. I liked his halting praise of Ron's freckles better - it seemed more authentic.

*snuggles you*

Happy belated birthday!
shocolate From: shocolate Date: December 28th, 2007 01:20 am (UTC) (Link)
“Come to bed with me?” he asked in a whisper

shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: December 28th, 2007 01:57 am (UTC) (Link)
I wish I could properly describe how this line sounds in my head. His voice is kind of shaky because he's nervous and horny and can't really believe that he's doing these things finally, but it's also hopeful and loving and reassurring and gentle and...

See? I give up.

It sounds *good* in my head.
mcmuffins_js From: mcmuffins_js Date: December 28th, 2007 03:21 am (UTC) (Link)
Aw! How did you make something so smutty so SWEET, too? Happy sigh :)
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: December 28th, 2007 03:41 am (UTC) (Link)
Because gentle, shy fumbling between two friends-turned-lovers *is* sweet! Don't you just want to snuggle them both?
maple_mahogany From: maple_mahogany Date: December 28th, 2007 03:38 am (UTC) (Link)
Gah! perfect.

grunting and moaning and muttering odd snatches of almost-words and panting and then...and then...

All of that, yes. *nods*

Perfect mix of blushing and embarrassed with gottahaveitnowness.
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: December 28th, 2007 03:43 am (UTC) (Link)
I was going for that particular blend!


I'm glad it turned out well and people like it, because it was a bitch to write.
innibis From: innibis Date: December 28th, 2007 05:01 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh wow.

Not really able to comment more coherently at the moment, so I'll just purr loudly in your general direction.
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: December 28th, 2007 10:07 am (UTC) (Link)
*scratches you behind the ears*
hedwigs_bane From: hedwigs_bane Date: December 28th, 2007 11:25 am (UTC) (Link)
Heheeee! Can't blame the boys for having something of a hair trigger, eh? After all, they've both been waiting for so long!

I'm sure later sessions took a lot longer. They had to, since Harry had all those freckles to find...
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: December 28th, 2007 11:48 am (UTC) (Link)
Indeed! The freckles must be thoroughly noted and mapped...
aniwde From: aniwde Date: January 4th, 2008 02:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
This was perfect. Awkward and hesitant and gorgeous and hot and then over far too quickly - absolutely spot on, really!

shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: January 4th, 2008 02:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you!

First-time sex is awkward...but that doesn't mean it has to be bad!sex.
earth_dragon From: earth_dragon Date: January 5th, 2008 10:12 am (UTC) (Link)
oh, that was wonderfu.. one of the best 'first times' i've read in a long while. the fumbling, and the hot, and the sweet. *sighs*
shadowfiction From: shadowfiction Date: January 5th, 2008 10:17 am (UTC) (Link)
Glad you liked!

It was fun to write them like this, both eager but nervous. The dynamic is so different between my Teapot Harry and Ron...there's so much more caution and restraint.
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