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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Ron_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Language, Slash_sex, Out_of_Character, Sexual_Content, Alternate
      Universe, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Romance
  Collections:
      HPFandom
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-12-21 Words: 1290
****** Summer Mates ******
by hpgeek512 [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Why waste your time putting up a tent when you could be doing other
     things? Completely AU/AR. :) Boys are under aged here- 16 yrs.
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
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Summer Mates
 
Summary: Why waste your time putting up a tent when you could be doing other
things? Completely AU/AR. :) Boys are under aged here- 16 yrs.
 
“Harry do you even know how to set this thing up?”
Harry looked up at Ron through his sweat soaked bangs, grinning impishly. Ron
frowned. “No, not really. But,” he picked up a yellowing, wrinkled paper with
pictures and waved it purposely. “That’s why we have instructions!”
“Right.” Ron said flatly and sat next to his wild haired boyfriend. “Harry, my
dad has had this tent since before his parents were even born.”
Harry blinked and cocked his head towards the red head. “Ron, that doesn’t even
make any sense.” He said, words rushed.
Ron shrugged. “You get the point though.” Taking the two hundred year old piece
of paper from limp fingers, Ron pushed Harry back, eyes locked on green.
“Ow, wait hold on.” Harry pushed at Ron’s broad shoulder and reached behind
himself, moving a metal pole. “Okay, we’re good now.” Harry smiled and pressed
his lips to Ron’s red stained lips, tasting the juice Mrs. Weasely had made
earlier that morning on his tongue. “Mmm, you taste good.”
Grinning into the kiss, Ron moved down to place three small pecks along the
strong jaw. “Yeah?”
Harry moved his legs from underneath Ron’s thick muscular thighs and spread
them as wide as he could while still comfortable. He brought his boyfriend’s
head back to his, swallowing his moan as he rocked his hips up into the growing
bulge. “Yeah, ohgod yes, you want t-”
“Oi!”
Ron groaned and thrust uncontrollably down, gaining two equally frustrated and
aroused groans. He looked over his shoulder to see his little sister standing
in too-short blue jean shorts in the back doorway. He sighed and tucked his
head in Harry’s neck.
“Mum said to stop rutting like rabbits and get the tent up before it gets dark
or else you’re sleeping inside!”
“Yeah, okay Ginny, you can go somewhere else now!”
Ron was pretty sure he heard a huff and didn’t lift his head until he heard the
door slam shut. “What are you laughing at pretty boy?”
“You think I’m pretty?” Harry giggled and reached his tongue out to lick at
Ron’s quirked lips.
Ron leaned back and scrunched up his nose, causing Harry to laugh. Ron jerked
his head to the side, flicking his fringe to the side and out of his eyes. His
cheeks darkened with something other than the scorching heat. He shifted his
body, wishing they didn’t have their wet clinging t-shirts on, and brought his
face directly over Harry’s.
“Yeah, I kinda do.” Ron traced Harry’s brow with the pad of his thumb. “I think
you’re gorgeous actually.”
Harry smiled softly at this, his eyes darting over the features he’s admired
since he was twelve. “I love you.” The pair kissed slowly, languidly before
breaking apart to catch their breaths. “And you’re pretty cute too.”
Ron rolled his eyes and kissed him once more before rolling off and standing,
lending the other boy his hand. “Enough mushy stuff, let’s get this tent up.”
~**~
“Come on, Ron! What’re you afraid of?”
“My brothers getting wind of it and taking pictures! Did you not see Fred and
George’s faces at dinner?”
Harry licked the last of chocolate from his fingers before wiping them on his
jeans. “Ron, relax; I talked to them before we came back out here.”
Ron narrowed his eyes. “You’re lying!” he accused.
Harry stood, taking of his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. “Yes, I am. But
come on! Please, for me?” He now had his fingers tucked beneath the elastic of
his black boxers, teasingly.
Ron stared at Harry’s crotch for a minute before he was able to wrench his
hungry gaze up to Harry’s smirking one. “Fine!” he growled before standing also
and stripping down bare as the day he was born.
Harry grinned happily and took his boyfriend’s hand, leading him out of the
tent and out in the breezy evening open. “Alright, on the count of three, we’re
going to run, okay?”
Ron shivered and resisted the temptation to cover himself. “Yeah, got it.”
“And whoever wins get’s to choose the position, deal?”
“Yeah, yeah. One, two…three!”
Feet pounding into the earth, the boys fought for dominance. Pumping arms
lashed out, trying to grasp the other’s arm, trying to gain distance over the
other. A loud thumping could be heard as Harry reached the dock first, barely
catching himself before his long strides sent him into the dark watery depths
below.
“Ha!” Harry choked out between his rapid breaths. He lifted his arms above his
head and laced his fingers together. “I won!”
Ron rolled his eyes and collapsed on the wooden boards, legs splayed
shamelessly. He closed his eyes for a moment against the slight burn in his
chest, running his calloused hand over his pounding heart. He opened his eyes
and eyed the bronze naked body above him, cock swelling at the sight of his
boyfriends half hard state. “Yeah, only because you tried to trip me and push
me into a tree.”
Harry smirked, shrugging and slipped off his glasses. He didn’t bother trying
to deny the accusation. Harry fisted his erection three times, enjoying the
clearly audible gasp as he caught the dripping precome and spread it along his
shaft, before turning abruptly and throwing himself into the lake.
Ron gaped at Harry as he broke the surface, shivering but grinning like he was
having the time of his life. “What the bloody hell is wrong with you? Isn’t
that water freezing?”
Harry simply laughed and started to back stroke further out into the lake. “I
think it’s freezing my bits off actually. Come on, Ron! Jump in!”
Ron shook his head and rolled over, dipping his right hand into the water.
“You’re crazy, you know that right?”
“The Crazy Chosen One for you.” Harry whispered in Ron’s ear causing the other
boy to jump up.
“Harry! How did you g-?” Ron was cut off by soft insistent wet lips punishing
his. His hand instinctively shot out behind Harry’s head, bringing him closer.
He moaned loudly as a tongue stroked his and then moaned for an entirely
different reason as the lips were suddenly gone.
“No more until you get your arse in this water, Weasley.” Harry gasped, his
eyes daring Ron to back down.
Ron stared back contemplating a way out. There was none. “Well damn, Harry.”
Was all he said before standing to his feet and jumping, steeling himself
against the icy water he knew was coming to engulf his body.
“That wasn’t too bad, now was it?” Harry inquired, stifling a laugh as he
watched Ron sputter.
“Fuck! Come here, Harry.” He made a grab for the shorter boy, bringing him to
his chest, searching out warmth. There wasn’t much body heat, but it was
something until he got used to the temperature.
Harry wrapped his legs around Ron’s waist and swung an arm around his neck. He
swiped the wet darkened fringe out of his best friends’ eyes. “Okay?”
Ron managed a slight smile. “Yeah.” The pair stood staring in the opposite’s
eyes, with Harry unconsciously twirling his fingers into the hair at Ron’s
neck. Ron cleared his throat, blushing. “Now what?”
Harry smiled and pecked the taller boys’ cold lips. “Fuck.” Harry said
sensuously, putting emphasis on the “ck”. Ron’s pulse quickened and his arms
tightened.
Loud moans and splashes quickly filled the night air and was enough to muffle
footsteps and the *click* of a camera. Ginny and Hermione slapped hands before
leaving, both pairs of eyes lingering on the beautiful scene.
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