FIC: The fourth time Ron wished he wasn't a Weasley. Ron/Bill (Harry Potter)

[foxmonkey]

Five Things meme, prompt from ibythetide: Five The fourth time Ron wished he wasn't a Weasley. First three times here.

-:: 04 ::-

It's wrong, oh Gods, he knows it's wrong but that doesn't stop Ron from fumbling his stiff cock from his jeans and whispering a lubrication spell he learned on the sly. He doesn't care that the players in his Cannons poster have stopped their swooping and have hovered in a cluster to watch. It's easy to tell who might like blokes, because the ones who aren't fly off after a quick snigger or two. Ron spreads his legs wider.

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It was his 18th birthday and they'd all had a bit too much to drink. Bill had pulled him out into the garden, way in the back, back into that funny little niche between the hedge and an ancient tree where no one could see.

"I've seen you looking," Bill said and Ron grinned loopily. "At me," Bill continued. Ron, gobsmacked, nearly bolted, but Bill held him firmly by one wrist. "It's okay, shhhhh, it's fine." He'd held onto Ron till he calmed, then said softly, "Shouldn't be out here, too drunk for this..." just before he lowered his mouth to Ron's. "God, you're a looker," he murmured as they kissed. "You must be fighting them off."

Ron registered the compliments but focused uppermost on the fact that Bill actually wanted him. Nearly as tall as Bill already, Ron stood between his thighs, pushed his hips into Bill's so his erection could be felt plainly as it pushed against his brother's. Bill groaned and pulled Ron closer. They kissed and moved against each other for another few delicious minutes before Bill gripped Ron's hips and held him still. He pulled away but he cupped the back of Ron's neck gently.

"Beautiful little brother," Bill said, looking over Ron's face. "Heart of a lion, you have. They'll all know soon enough."

Ron's smile faltered; he didn't understand the look on Bill's face.

"Little brother," Bill said again with soft, deliberate emphasis on the words. He looked as heartsick as Ron suddenly felt.

"Just this once," Ron said softly, urgently. "Please, just...let me."

"We've been gone too long already," Bill said. "Someone'll be out here soon enough." But he kissed Ron again.

Ron murmured against Bill's mouth, "Just once," and slid his hand under Bill's waistband. Bill gasped in surprise. They kissed frantically, and Ron stroked whatever skin he could reach. When he pulled his hand free of Bill's pants, his fingers were wet with his brother's pre-come; fascinated, Ron touched his fingers to his tongue.

"Fuck," Bill groaned; he pulled away and turned his back, hands working at his trousers. Ron heard the zipper slide down, saw Bill's arm start to move. "Fuck," Bill groaned again. "Tell 'em I couldn't wait for the loo, so I'm out here having a piss." His arm continued to move. Ron stood rooted to the spot, watching, mouth open, breathing heavily. Bill half turned, "Gods, Ron, please." Ron turned quickly and fled to the house.

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It's not his fault that Bill is his brother, and it's certainly not his fault that Bill is easily one of the best looking men Ron's ever seen. Physically, he's perfect. He's beautiful and smart and funny and kind, and he's Ron's brother for fuck's sake.

Would it have been better not to know how it felt to be pressed against Bill in the dark? Not to know how it felt to have Bill's lips on his? Ron doesn't cry, but the ache in his chest is nearly unbearable. It's just massively fucking unfair.