Arcadian Dream

Harry reached out before him, stretching his fingers towards Ron, gently placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder. Ron did not look up, but maintained his gaze, concentrating on the game of wizard chess before him. Harry shuffled closer, trying to steady his breathing. He could feel the heat rise in his face, his heart pounding against his rib cage. Still, Ron did not move. Harry inched forward once again, until his body was pressed against Ron’s back. Harry closed his eyes and, tilting his head skywards, involuntarily pressed his pelvis against Ron’s muscular back. This time, Ron moved. He rose, and Harry, his eyes still closed, let his hand fall from Ron’s shoulder. Harry could feel the blood rushing to his cock, as it began to strain against his fly. Ron stood, facing him. He was, once again, motionless. Harry opened his eyes, resting them on his friend’s freckled face. Ron stepped towards Harry and, sliding his hands beneath Harry’s t-shirt, he lifted it over his head. Ron ran his hand over Harry’s bare back, pressing his own body against Harry’s naked torso. Ron placed his hands on Harry’s buttocks, forcefully, drawing Harry’s crotch to his. Harry could feel the rigidity of Ron’s cock against his own as Ron opened his mouth and traced over Harry’s shoulder and neck with his long tongue. As he did so, Ron slipped his long fingers under Harry’s waistband, and began gently stroking Harry’s cock. He could feel himself twitch at Ron’s touch. He began thrusting against Ron’s groin, moaning…

 

Harry woke with a start, a hand roughly shaking his shoulder. “Harry?” Ginny asked, a slightly bewildered look on her face, “Are you alright?”

Harry wiped the back of his hand across his forehead: it was beaded with sweat

“Oh…yeah. I’m…fine”, Harry replied unconvincingly, suddenly aware of his raging hard-on concealed beneath the bed sheets.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course. Just had a, ah, a weird dream. That’s all”. Seemingly satisfied with her husband’s explanation, Ginny rolled onto her side once again. “Well”, she said as she plumped up her pillow, “Try and get some more sleep. We’re going to have quite the time of it getting our lot ready for the train in the morning”.

Harry waited for Ginny’s gentle snores to resume before he got out of bed. Harry made for the bathroom as quickly as he could without causing a nocturnal disturbance.

“The train”, he muttered to himself, as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, resting his hands on the counter, “every year”. Harry slid his hand over his stomach, grasping his still hard cock in his hand. He began to rub his throbbing shaft, slowly at first, savouring the pleasure of his own touch. The image of Ron running his tongue over his neck flashed before Harry’s mind’s eye, and he increased the speed of his movements. Picturing Ron’s blue eyes looking into his own, he unwittingly let his pyjama bottoms fall to the floor. Harry grunted as he finally gained release, his come splattered across his own reflection before him. He wiped the mirror clean and returned to bed.

 

“Mate!” called Ron enthusiastically, as he strode over to where Harry stood, waiting, on platform nine and three-quarters. Harry gave a somewhat nervous smile as Ron slapped him on the back. “It’s a bloody nightmare, isn’t it? Getting all these bloody kids off to school. How’ve you been?” asked Ron, a silly grin spread across the freckled face that, just last night, Harry had imagined he was gazing into.

“Yeah, not bad, mate. Work, you know. And you? How’s Hermione?”

“You know Hermione, Harry”, said Ron jovially, “trying to do everything all at once”.

“Yeah”, Harry nodded. He was visibly less than enthused to see his best friend. It was a fact that Ron, much to Harry’s displeasure, was suddenly aware of: “What’s wrong, mate?” he asked, clapping a consoling hand on Harry’s shoulder.

“Nothing, just…can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Of course”

“Erm…not here. Maybe just…” Harry trailed off, motioning with his thumb towards an alcove out of sight of the Hogwarts Express, his wife – Ron’s sister – and his children. Ron followed Harry, who stood facing the brick wall before them.

“Do you miss it, Ron?” Harry seemed to be asking the wall.

“Miss what, Harry?”

“The, ah…you know. When we were in the dormitory and we, ah…”, Harry could feel his cock twitch at the mere memory of their former nocturnal activities.

Harry could hear the shuffling of Ron’s shoes on the pavement as he moved towards Harry. He placed a hand on his shoulder. “We can’t, Harry. We just…can’t. I mean, it’s not like before…Hermione, and kids, and…”

“I know”, Harry interjected sharply, “Oh boy, do I know. But sometimes I just…”

 

Harry could hear Ron’s breathing increase – he was standing closer than Harry had first thought. And then…Harry couldn’t help it. He pivoted to face Ron, and pressed his hand against Ron’s groin. Ron’s cock responded the way Harry knew it would. Ron’s breathing increased to a pant as Harry vigorously massaged Ron’s throbbing member. Ron pushed Harry against the wall. The two were now hidden in shadow. Ron pulled Harry’s hand from his dick and placed it against the wall so that Harry’s back was facing him. Ron fumbled with Harry’s belt, pulling Harry’s pants down. He ran his hand over Harry’s ass before slipping one of his long fingers inside Harry. Harry jerked his ass away involuntarily. Ron fingered Harry’s ass, as Harry instinctively reached for his own throbbing cock. He ran his hand along his shaft slowly at first, determined to focus on the touch of Ron’s deft fingers. Harry came hard, with a feeble attempt to suppress his groans of pleasure. Ron withdrew his finger quickly and spat on his hand. He rubbed his saliva around Harry’s anus, forcing Harry further against the wall so that his chest was grazing the rough brick. Ron steadied himself, one hand pressing against the wall. With his free hand he spread Harry’s ass cheeks wide and thrust hard into him. Harry bit his lip as Ron fucked him. With every thrust, Harry’s asshole gratefully squeezed Ron’s cock, thankful for this gift of pleasure. Ron was pumping his cock faster and faster inside of Harry, who raised his ass to meet each of Ron’s thrusts. Ron grabbed Harry’s hips and pulled them forcefully towards his own, his cock reaching deeper into Harry. “Ohhh…”, Harry moaned, “Ohhh, God”. Harry came again, his come spurting onto the brick wall, which he was now leaning against for support. Ron suddenly pulled out of Harry. The final squeeze of Harry’s asshole was more than he could stand and, shuddering with the power of his orgasm, he shot his come all over Harry’s back. Ron fell against Harry, resting his head on Harry’s shoulder. “So”, panted Ron, “to answer your question mate – yeah, I do miss it”.