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Fic: May Madness Day 4 - Wetter, Not Always Better...
Title: Wetter, Not Always Better...
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: R
Word Count: 500
Warnings: vague and unsuccessful hand jobs
Prompt: “Last thing on my mind.”, ‘hard’, ‘sorry’, ‘sex in water’ from Day 4 of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_may_madness.
A/N: Unbeta'ed. I finally wrote one on the right day! Woohoo! There’s rather an appalling lack of smut here, however, for which I’m blaming Miss![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shiftylinguini for reminding me of the many impracticalities of sex in water.
Also on AO3
“So, what gave you this idea?” Harry asked, as he waded his naked self toward Ron, through the shallows of the lake. The evening was seasonably warm, the cool water refreshing in contrast. Despite the remote location, Harry had thrown up a few privacy spells, just in case.
“Dunno, thought about it a while,” Ron muttered dismissively. Harry noticed the flush rising to Ron’s cheeks. Ron had never suggested something so… adventurous before. Naturally, Harry was curious.
“Come on, what are you not telling me?” Harry teased, looping his arms around Ron’s waist, resting his hands against the small of his back, fingertips pressed teasingly against the crease of his arse.
“Ok, so, remember in the Forest of Dean, when we found the sword of Gryffindor and all that?”
“Yeah…” Harry wasn’t sure he liked where this was going.
“Well… You were practically naked—”
“I was in my pants—”
“Yeah, so practically naked, and you know how much I love to see you naked, and that was the first time—”
“We shared a dorm room and showers for six years… You saw more than practically naked, plenty of times.”
“Yeah, but that was different, we were kids then, you weren’t so… And I never got to touch you, then. When I dragged you out of that frozen lake, I wrapped my arms around you, and—”
“And saved me from a part of a dark wizard’s soul which was trying to strangle me.”
“Well yeah, but along with all that, there was you, in your pants, in the water, in my arms and it just felt…”
“Fucking freezing. It felt fucking freezing, Ron!” Harry laughed.
“So, it didn’t make you feel…” He looked hurt. Harry pulled him closer, kissing him softly.
“Look, I nearly died, not for the first time. That sort of thing was the last thing on my mind. I’m sorry…”
Ron smiled at him ruefully. “Wanna get out? Was a stupid idea anyway.”
Harry held Ron tighter as he tried to move away. “No, look. I may not have your reasons for wanting to try this, but it doesn’t mean I don’t wanna try it. We’re here, why not? What’s the worst that could happen?”
Ron chuckled. “I’ve heard it’s hard, in water. I mean, like because you can’t use lube and that, ‘cause it would just wash off.”
“Good point. Oh well,” Harry shrugged, “no anal, then. Plenty of other ways to do it.” He grinned against Ron’s lips before kissing him again. Ron’s hand traveled down his body, stroking across his hip and wrapping around Harry’s erection.
Harry followed suit, and they were soon both desperately panting into the kiss. Things didn’t continue as smoothly, however. When they increased their pace, it became too much.
“Ah!” Harry winced, “Friction…”
“Yeah…” Ron agreed, reluctantly, “Who’d have thought water would make everything so dry?”
“I’ve got some salve in the room… Let’s go dry off, lube up and try this again?”
“Brilliant idea,” Ron beamed.
And they did.
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: R
Word Count: 500
Warnings: vague and unsuccessful hand jobs
Prompt: “Last thing on my mind.”, ‘hard’, ‘sorry’, ‘sex in water’ from Day 4 of
hp_may_madness.A/N: Unbeta'ed. I finally wrote one on the right day! Woohoo! There’s rather an appalling lack of smut here, however, for which I’m blaming Miss
shiftylinguini for reminding me of the many impracticalities of sex in water.Also on AO3
“So, what gave you this idea?” Harry asked, as he waded his naked self toward Ron, through the shallows of the lake. The evening was seasonably warm, the cool water refreshing in contrast. Despite the remote location, Harry had thrown up a few privacy spells, just in case.
“Dunno, thought about it a while,” Ron muttered dismissively. Harry noticed the flush rising to Ron’s cheeks. Ron had never suggested something so… adventurous before. Naturally, Harry was curious.
“Come on, what are you not telling me?” Harry teased, looping his arms around Ron’s waist, resting his hands against the small of his back, fingertips pressed teasingly against the crease of his arse.
“Ok, so, remember in the Forest of Dean, when we found the sword of Gryffindor and all that?”
“Yeah…” Harry wasn’t sure he liked where this was going.
“Well… You were practically naked—”
“I was in my pants—”
“Yeah, so practically naked, and you know how much I love to see you naked, and that was the first time—”
“We shared a dorm room and showers for six years… You saw more than practically naked, plenty of times.”
“Yeah, but that was different, we were kids then, you weren’t so… And I never got to touch you, then. When I dragged you out of that frozen lake, I wrapped my arms around you, and—”
“And saved me from a part of a dark wizard’s soul which was trying to strangle me.”
“Well yeah, but along with all that, there was you, in your pants, in the water, in my arms and it just felt…”
“Fucking freezing. It felt fucking freezing, Ron!” Harry laughed.
“So, it didn’t make you feel…” He looked hurt. Harry pulled him closer, kissing him softly.
“Look, I nearly died, not for the first time. That sort of thing was the last thing on my mind. I’m sorry…”
Ron smiled at him ruefully. “Wanna get out? Was a stupid idea anyway.”
Harry held Ron tighter as he tried to move away. “No, look. I may not have your reasons for wanting to try this, but it doesn’t mean I don’t wanna try it. We’re here, why not? What’s the worst that could happen?”
Ron chuckled. “I’ve heard it’s hard, in water. I mean, like because you can’t use lube and that, ‘cause it would just wash off.”
“Good point. Oh well,” Harry shrugged, “no anal, then. Plenty of other ways to do it.” He grinned against Ron’s lips before kissing him again. Ron’s hand traveled down his body, stroking across his hip and wrapping around Harry’s erection.
Harry followed suit, and they were soon both desperately panting into the kiss. Things didn’t continue as smoothly, however. When they increased their pace, it became too much.
“Ah!” Harry winced, “Friction…”
“Yeah…” Ron agreed, reluctantly, “Who’d have thought water would make everything so dry?”
“I’ve got some salve in the room… Let’s go dry off, lube up and try this again?”
“Brilliant idea,” Ron beamed.
And they did.
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Super cute and hot.
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OMG sorrrryyyyy hahaha!!! I ruined the fun with my talk of shower cockups, and not sexy ones. Least it wasn't at a beach - then I'd be waxing lyrical about sandy cracks and rashes.
No, but this is seriously lovely, and hot, and I LOVED Harry being like 'dude I was fucking freezing' because things like that rock my world. Realistic sex is my jam, complete with all the bits that don't go to plan and Harry wanting to go along with Ron's fantasy/idea even though it hadn't occurred to him was perfect.
And I'm so impressed you did this in, like, a day!
xx
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