And a little more Ron/Percy

[icarus]

And a little more of 'Not My Affair.' This one is pure indulgence for those who asked for it. switchknife and [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and others. It's probably AU, but have fun. The previous parts can be found here Parts 1-5, Part 6, and Part 7.



Not My Affair VIII (Steam)
by Icarus



Ron stepped into the shower. The tub was cool under his feet, and the water beaded and danced on his back, very hot, mmm. Steam misted as he stood there staring half-awake at the unfamiliar tile, letting the night wash off in rivulets down his back, curving around his legs.

The curtain rasped open and whispered shut behind the man he thought he'd left sleeping. He blocked the water a little as his arm wrapped around Ron's stomach and pulled him close into a warm, hard chest.

Hmm.

His shoulders were slim and he was slightly shorter, but that arm was strong and firm, exactly how he remembered it. He nuzzled into Ron's neck and nipped at his shoulder. His hands slid down warm, slick skin, though Ron's sigh was lost in the sound of water which continued in new staccato rhythms. He edged back into the stream.

"G'morning."

"Hmmm."

Kisses at his ear.

"Why does this have to be so good?" Ron muttered. This was really, really bad of them, and he tried to feel guilty about it, but couldn't. A breath of a smile brushed his shoulder. He had morning breath, but the brand of his cock was hard against Ron's thigh.

He whispered in Ron's ear. "C'mon," he said. "Let's try something. Just put your hands on the wall over there." Ron nodded sleepily and braced himself, mildly annoyed that this took him out of the stream of water. He edged his heels apart and smelled the tell-tale scent of Madame Merryweather's All-Purpose oil. But he was taking his sweet time to stroke up, now wasn't he?

"Hurry up, Percy," he said over his shoulder. "I'm getting cold."

"Oh. Sorry about that. Omifontus." Water sputtered and pattered on Ron's back in a finer spray, filling the air.

Then he leaned against Ron in a practiced, fluid motion, his warm cock nudging between his cheeks. Ron never forgot how easy and experienced he was. Percy wouldn't believe that Ron preferred to be on the bottom -- and Ron didn't tell him. But it had been great to just lay back and let someone else do all the work for a change.

They had already done this tonight, though Ron wondered if he needed to bend over a little more to… he pressed forward into Ron with a little grunt, but the angle wasn't quite there. Firm hands gripped and slipped on his hips as Ron bent to accommodate --

"oh." -- whew. He felt that. Yeah. "Nice."

Hands wrapped around to stroke Ron, as he moved gently in and out. As he speeded up, his gasping shuddered in Ron's ear, little words of endearment, half-phrases as Ron cursed, built up and then exploded all over his hand.

A knock pounded on the bathroom door. An irritated voice.

"Ron, leave some water would you?" Percy said. "It's all right that you stayed the night, but I have to leave for work in just half an hour."

"Right," Ron grunted through the aftershocks. "I'll be out in a second." He cleaned off the shower wall and shut off the water. What Percy didn't know wouldn't hurt him.



Finis.

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[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

I feel like where the story wanted to end was in the one that I wrote for you. But... the teeming mob howled for more. ;) I do write for the audience, not for the Arte. We shall see.

Percy certainly guesses that the attraction is still there. See, there was good reason they went home together. It wasn't just the alcohol, that just greased the wheels.

Icarus