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cephalopinguin) wrote2009-01-07 06:17 pm
cephalopinguin) wrote2009-01-07 06:17 pm
Cabin Fever
Title: Cabin Fever
Pairing: Ron/Harry
Rating: R
Summary: On the Horcrux hunt, Ron starts to behave a little oddly.
Word Count: 992
Warnings: slash, Ron's unruly member
Disclaimer: I don’t own. Property of J.K Rowling. For entertainment purposes only. Even if it only entertains myself.
Notes: hasn't been betaed
Cabin Fever
I blame the “cabin fever”.
At least, that’s what Hermione said it was. After which, I had to ask her just what in the hell that meant.
But we weren’t in a cabin. We were in a tent. We were hunting Horcruxes. But maybe I was starting to go a little crazy. I was starting to say the first thing on my mind, instead of running it through the usually filter process. It hadn’t caused any problems yet, except for the occasional raised eyebrow in my direction.
We had been alone, just the three of us, for months, and I didn’t get to go off very far from the others. We had nothing to occupy our time except trying to figure out what our next move was, and studying up on Horcruxes. In all fairness, you’d have got a bit mad as well!
So, this is how my madness finally got me something good. Something I didn’t know I wanted. But something I couldn’t live without now.
I woke up one morning wrapped around Hermione. We sometimes slept this way, and I usually woke up contented. Except, I didn’t wake up naturally this time. I woke up from her shaking me quite violently. My first instinct was one of fear, so I grabbed my wand, and sat up fast, ready to fight.
“Ron,” she said, in a slightly angry voice. My eyes adjusted to the dark to reveal that nothing dangerous was going on and Harry was still asleep on my other side. Confused, I looked back at Hermione.
“Bloody hell, woman! What are you doing?”
She sat up a little straighter and sniffed. “Just watch where you put that thing!” she said, pointing to my crotch. I looked down to find a pretty sizable erection, if I do say so myself.
“Huh?” I looked back up at her.
“Just,” Hermione started, her face bright red, even in the dark. “It was… poking me.”
I looked down again, then back up at her, then back down. “Well, it just wants to play.” Now, to say I wouldn’t ordinarily have said something like this is an understatement. Like I said, I blame the cabin fever. And the fact that I hadn’t had any privacy to wank in weeks.
Hermione’s eyes widened comedically. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish. It almost looked like the vein in her temple was about to explode. She grabbed her denims and got up and bolted for the door, when I called after her, “What about Harry?”
“Harry?” she turned back, looking over at Harry. “He’s asleep. What about him?”
“No,” I said, looking down at my crotch. “Harry.” I pointed.
“Ron,” she started slowly, as if talking to a five year old. “Have you named your penis Harry?” She whispered the word “penis”.
“Yeah.” I smiled.
“Why?”
“Well, it’s got these five freckles on the underside that are shaped like a lightning bolt. So, you know, it’s just like Harry. And just like big Harry, little Harry needs affection, too.”
Hermione’s face flamed red again and she stared at me as if I’d completely lost my mind. Then she said, “Um, I’m going to go gather something to eat. Uh, I’ll be back in a bit. I think I saw some berries. I , uh, okay, well…” And with that she ran out the tent flap.
As I was congratulating myself on getting to Hermione, I heard, “You really are a disturbed individual. Real seductive. You’ll never get her that way.”
I turned around to see Harry propped up on his elbows, a huge grin across his face. I grinned back, then shuffled over to Harry and straddled his thighs. If this seemed like a weird thing to do, he didn’t show it. He just said, “You didn’t really name your cock Harry, did you?”
“Of course I did. Now, since he is your namesake, how about taking care of him?”
Harry raised one eyebrow and said, “Hermione turns you down and you come crawling to me.”
I think Harry had a bit of the cabin fever, too. We were seventeen year old blokes, after all!
“What about me?” he asked.
“Well, I don’t feel compelled to help you out since you haven’t named him after me. I don’t really feel very special.”
“Oh, but he is named after you. Yeah, he’s Ron, obviously.”
“No, no, Harry, you can’t just name him Ron all of the sudden to get a little action. He doesn’t even look like me, I‘m sure.”
“He does!” Harry protested.
“How?”
“Well,” he started. He looked me over as if searching for inspiration. “He’s… he, um… AH! He is tall and he’s a redhead!” Harry finished triumphantly.
“Perv,” I said, as I reached into his pajama bottoms to pull out his hard cock. I smirked down at Harry, who had thrown his head back and closed his eyes. I pulled down my bottoms and aligned our cocks, wrapping a large hand around them. Then I moved on top of Harry.
I kept my eyes fixed on his as I moved. He was making fantastic little moaning sounds that I could easily get addicted to. I moved faster, and Harry arched up underneath me. It was incredible! It felt like the first time I flew. All too soon, however, we were crying out our releases. Had I mentioned it had been a while?
“Freak,” Harry smirked as he pulled up his bottoms. I cast a cleansing charm on the two of us. “Just so you know, I didn’t really name my cock Ron. I lied to get action.” Harry winked at me.
“Ahh,” I said, smirking back at him. “But soon you will name it Ron.”
“And why’s that?” he asked, voice defiant.
“Because,” I said, giving him a soft squeeze through his pajama bottoms, making him moan. “Soon it will know that I’m its master, and it will rise up and obey!”
Pairing: Ron/Harry
Rating: R
Summary: On the Horcrux hunt, Ron starts to behave a little oddly.
Word Count: 992
Warnings: slash, Ron's unruly member
Disclaimer: I don’t own. Property of J.K Rowling. For entertainment purposes only. Even if it only entertains myself.
Notes: hasn't been betaed
Cabin Fever
I blame the “cabin fever”.
At least, that’s what Hermione said it was. After which, I had to ask her just what in the hell that meant.
But we weren’t in a cabin. We were in a tent. We were hunting Horcruxes. But maybe I was starting to go a little crazy. I was starting to say the first thing on my mind, instead of running it through the usually filter process. It hadn’t caused any problems yet, except for the occasional raised eyebrow in my direction.
We had been alone, just the three of us, for months, and I didn’t get to go off very far from the others. We had nothing to occupy our time except trying to figure out what our next move was, and studying up on Horcruxes. In all fairness, you’d have got a bit mad as well!
So, this is how my madness finally got me something good. Something I didn’t know I wanted. But something I couldn’t live without now.
I woke up one morning wrapped around Hermione. We sometimes slept this way, and I usually woke up contented. Except, I didn’t wake up naturally this time. I woke up from her shaking me quite violently. My first instinct was one of fear, so I grabbed my wand, and sat up fast, ready to fight.
“Ron,” she said, in a slightly angry voice. My eyes adjusted to the dark to reveal that nothing dangerous was going on and Harry was still asleep on my other side. Confused, I looked back at Hermione.
“Bloody hell, woman! What are you doing?”
She sat up a little straighter and sniffed. “Just watch where you put that thing!” she said, pointing to my crotch. I looked down to find a pretty sizable erection, if I do say so myself.
“Huh?” I looked back up at her.
“Just,” Hermione started, her face bright red, even in the dark. “It was… poking me.”
I looked down again, then back up at her, then back down. “Well, it just wants to play.” Now, to say I wouldn’t ordinarily have said something like this is an understatement. Like I said, I blame the cabin fever. And the fact that I hadn’t had any privacy to wank in weeks.
Hermione’s eyes widened comedically. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish. It almost looked like the vein in her temple was about to explode. She grabbed her denims and got up and bolted for the door, when I called after her, “What about Harry?”
“Harry?” she turned back, looking over at Harry. “He’s asleep. What about him?”
“No,” I said, looking down at my crotch. “Harry.” I pointed.
“Ron,” she started slowly, as if talking to a five year old. “Have you named your penis Harry?” She whispered the word “penis”.
“Yeah.” I smiled.
“Why?”
“Well, it’s got these five freckles on the underside that are shaped like a lightning bolt. So, you know, it’s just like Harry. And just like big Harry, little Harry needs affection, too.”
Hermione’s face flamed red again and she stared at me as if I’d completely lost my mind. Then she said, “Um, I’m going to go gather something to eat. Uh, I’ll be back in a bit. I think I saw some berries. I , uh, okay, well…” And with that she ran out the tent flap.
As I was congratulating myself on getting to Hermione, I heard, “You really are a disturbed individual. Real seductive. You’ll never get her that way.”
I turned around to see Harry propped up on his elbows, a huge grin across his face. I grinned back, then shuffled over to Harry and straddled his thighs. If this seemed like a weird thing to do, he didn’t show it. He just said, “You didn’t really name your cock Harry, did you?”
“Of course I did. Now, since he is your namesake, how about taking care of him?”
Harry raised one eyebrow and said, “Hermione turns you down and you come crawling to me.”
I think Harry had a bit of the cabin fever, too. We were seventeen year old blokes, after all!
“What about me?” he asked.
“Well, I don’t feel compelled to help you out since you haven’t named him after me. I don’t really feel very special.”
“Oh, but he is named after you. Yeah, he’s Ron, obviously.”
“No, no, Harry, you can’t just name him Ron all of the sudden to get a little action. He doesn’t even look like me, I‘m sure.”
“He does!” Harry protested.
“How?”
“Well,” he started. He looked me over as if searching for inspiration. “He’s… he, um… AH! He is tall and he’s a redhead!” Harry finished triumphantly.
“Perv,” I said, as I reached into his pajama bottoms to pull out his hard cock. I smirked down at Harry, who had thrown his head back and closed his eyes. I pulled down my bottoms and aligned our cocks, wrapping a large hand around them. Then I moved on top of Harry.
I kept my eyes fixed on his as I moved. He was making fantastic little moaning sounds that I could easily get addicted to. I moved faster, and Harry arched up underneath me. It was incredible! It felt like the first time I flew. All too soon, however, we were crying out our releases. Had I mentioned it had been a while?
“Freak,” Harry smirked as he pulled up his bottoms. I cast a cleansing charm on the two of us. “Just so you know, I didn’t really name my cock Ron. I lied to get action.” Harry winked at me.
“Ahh,” I said, smirking back at him. “But soon you will name it Ron.”
“And why’s that?” he asked, voice defiant.
“Because,” I said, giving him a soft squeeze through his pajama bottoms, making him moan. “Soon it will know that I’m its master, and it will rise up and obey!”
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Nicely done.
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This was AWESOMESAUCE! Full of hilariousness and win and hotness! I loved it, great job :)
I pimped it to my friends on YIM. xD soo funny. hahaha :)
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Very funny, and hot as well!
Great job:)
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That's okay. Now you know! I sort-of taught you a new word! That you had to look up your self! Irrelevant....
YIM = Yahoo Instant Messenger. xD
Well, you deserve it for this BEASTLYNESS ;D
yay for me having win! (:
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*snort* that's so Ron. Funny and sexy, good stuff.
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*jaw drops*
I cannot believe you said that!
*giggles*
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this is fall on your ass funny! harry and ron have little harry and rons named after each other. that is so something a couple of 17 YOs would do. LOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!
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Very funny, and not desperately in need of a beta. As a matter of fact, compulsive beta that I am, I didn't see anything.
Well done!
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PS: Sexy icon!
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ANNOUNCEMENT: Hey everybody! I made Shocolate giggle! Now I only have about 367 more times to pay her back for all the times she's made me giggle. And snort.
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I love that you are a compulsive beta! That's cute.
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Very funny. :)
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Points to Ron for naming his cock Harry!
Points to you for a great story!
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