"Hi Bill!" At my call he opened his eyes that had been closed
against the hot July sun and blinked up at me. "Do you mind if I lie
down here?" He shook his head and gave me a small smile while I started
making myself comfortable.
The Burrow was deserted for
the day--Ron was at his test for Auror training, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny
were in Diagon Alley, and the others were at work. I had decided
against reading Quidditch Through The Ages for the thousandth time and
instead opted for sunbathing.
While spreading out a
towel, I enviously looked over at Bill. He was lying there in only his
shorts and I wondered if I would ever get a tan like him. Even his red
hair and consequently pale complexion didn't seem to have had a chance
against the Egyptian sun. And even though I had spent the biggest part
of my holidays outside, I was nowhere near as tanned as he was. I
wondered out loud whether I had a better chance at getting a tan if I
lived in Egypt as well.
And in answer I heard him
chuckle. When I finally got rid of my shirt and shoes, and laid down
next to him, he responded to my implied question. "You should have seen
me before I went there. I was paler than Percy. And the first few
months were torture because no matter what I did, I'd get one sunburn
after the other." He let out a sigh. "But now I always miss the sun
when I'm in Britain and try to catch what little there is here.
now he had closed his eyes again and I could basically see the relaxing
effect the sun was having on him. I closed my eyes as well and laid
back. Just when the spots of the sun began dancing on the inside of my
eyelids, I decided to turn onto my stomach and soon I could feel sweat
running down my back. I wished I could take off my shorts so I wouldn’t
have to worry about getting a tan line, or feeling uncomfortable in
damp shorts. But on the other hand, I really didn't want Mrs. Weasley
to catch me out here buck naked, not to mention that Bill would perhaps
feel uncomfortable. Except, of course, if all the stories Ron had told
me about him were true, he’d probably enjoy the view.
that didn't seem to be a problem at the moment as he was snoring
lightly. I joined him moments later without carrying out my idea about
getting rid of my shorts.
I woke up when the sun was
already on its way towards the horizon and found Bill still sleeping
next to me. I decided to see if anybody was back yet and get something
to drink while I was inside. The house was nice and cool and still as
empty as I had left it. I had a bite to eat in the kitchen and returned
minutes later, carrying two ice-cold glasses of pumpkin juice, only to
find that Bill still hadn't moved.
I sat down carefully
as to not spill anything and then put one of the glasses lightly
against his back, just to snatch it away again when he shot up like
being attacked by a swarm of mosquitoes. He looked around wildly for a
few seconds and then scowled when he saw me laughing. But soon enough
he joined me in the laughter and we sat together companionably on the
ground, each of us sipping the cold liquid and looking at the other
from time to time. After a while he broke the silence.
know, you've grown up quite a bit since I last saw you at the
Tri-Wizard Tournament." His voice had a certain sultry quality and he
was looking me over carefully. His gaze gave me a small shiver down my
When I regained my senses, I wondered for a second
about where that look had come from, and then I stared at him and
replied dryly: "It's called puberty. I'm sure you've heard of it."
course, there was probably more to his statement than just my natural
physical changes, and soon my thoughts were confirmed when he gestured
at my torso and said: "That's not all I meant and you know it."
Blinding grin. "I was more talking about your decorations. I really
never pictured the shy Harry Potter I met to be one for permanent body
I nodded. He was right, of course, and it was strange to meet somebody who only knew the old Harry.
two years, everybody I interacted with was used to the real me, and my
outward signs of changes, which were a bar through my left nipple and
one under my navel. But of course, for Bill, whom I hadn't seen since
fourth year, it must have been quite a surprise. Therefore I decided to
give him the short version of the last two years.
Voldemort was defeated in my sixth year, I was glad to see that some of
the hubbub around being the Boy-Who-Lived died down. After all, I
hadn't been the one to kill him and so I finally had a chance to find
out what I wanted to do. And that without any outward pressure of
people who didn't even know me." I grinned. "And these two beauties-" I
gestured at my piercings. "-are just something that I had wanted before
but really never had the guts to get. I had always been afraid that it
would somehow land in the paper and my sexuality certainly wasn't
something I wanted to deal with being gossipped about in the papers."
nodded understandingly and didn't ask any further and so, after I
finished my drink, I laid down again. I comfortably stretched my arms
above my head and was bemused about the slow whistling sound I heard
coming from my neighbour.
At first I didn't think
anything about it, but when I looked up, I saw Bill staring at me -
again. He was looking at me with a peculiar expression on his face.
When I tried to remember what I could have done to make him look that
way, he interrupted my thoughts. "You shave your armpits?"
here it comes again. The usual are-you-a-freak? speech. I tried to stay
calm and just shrugged, giving him a grin. "I just like it better this
way. Feels way nicer." Hmmm, let's see if I was able to faze him a bit
more. "And besides, that only reinforces the image I have as a bit of a
kinky bastard." I added with a cheeky smile and tried to gauge his
reaction to my gibe.
Apparently, Bill knew what I was
trying to do, as he was laughing and fortunately didn't think about
challenging my mental stability as others had before him. Who would
have thought that the wizarding world was so regressive about some such
Still chuckling, Bill laid back down and then asked me teasingly: "Are there any other things I should know about?"
Why should he know anything more? Except if he just meant that the way
it sounded? I grinned. Well, two could play that game. "Other things?"
Let him say it.
Now he was grinning as well. "Well, perhaps any other kinks or piercings I should know about before I try to seduce you."
finally somebody who gets straight to the point. I wonder how he could
be so sure that I was gay? Probably my blabbermouth of a best friend
again. But I better take him up on that offer before he decides
differently. "Mmmh, I don't think you'll have to try very hard. But as
you are asking, there's...." I made a deliberate pause. "Why don't you
just find out? I'm sure that'd be much more interesting than me just
I turned my head to look at Bill. He was
doing the same and I could see the impish smile on his face. He seemed
to be looking for a confirmation on my face that I really meant what I
said and when I gave a slight nod, he got up and extended a hand to
help me up as well. "I think, my room is safer than here. After all I
really don't want Mum walking in on us."
moving towards the Burrow and I just had to point out to him that she
could also do that in his room as none of the rooms had locks and you
could undo most fast locking charms quite easily. Anything to make sure
to keep people out took a longer time. Time I was sure we didn't want
to invest if we wanted to enjoy ourselves before the rest of the
household was back.
I mentioned the door problem on the
way up the stairs, and Bill only gave a short laugh and told me: "See,
that's the advantage of shagging a curse breaker. We know a few things
that mere mortals don't."
With this, he opened the door
to a room on the second floor and I could see a small, but tidy and
comfortable room, with a shelf with some dragon models next to the door
and a desk under the window. The bed was standing against the opposite
wall and at first sight it seemed a bit small, but Bill just took his
wand from the shelf, enlarged the bed and then turned towards the door
and mumbled something unintelligible.
with his work, he finally turned to me and looked me up and down
appraisingly. I could feel my blood heating up under his gaze. And this
time it certainly didn't have to do anything with the temperature
The sight before me certainly was one worth
remembering and only added to the intensity I was feeling. Bill's chest
was nicely sculptured and I could see a few glistering pieces of skin
where the heat of the day had accumulated sweat. His long, red hair was
bound back, and the loose shorts were frayed at the ends and just about
to fall of his hips. His lips were parted slightly and he was breathing
softly through them, trying to get enough oxygen from the humid air.
time, I was the one who did the first step and walked towards Bill
until we were almost touching. I barely had to stretch to sling my arms
around his neck and then I pulled him down into a light kiss.
I tried to deepen almost immediately. I started with running my tongue
over his lips and made a soft sound when I could taste the light
residue from the sweat. Finally, his mouth opened and inside it was
even hotter than the sun had been that day. I groaned more audibly
against his lips and intensified my efforts.
Not to be
outdone by a mere teenager, he wrapped his arms around my back. We both
gave a shudder at the contact of sweaty skin to skin. Without letting
go of the other's mouth we made our way over to the bed, and as soon as
I could feel the edge on the back of my knees, I let myself fall down
onto it, taking Bill with me.
He briefly knocked the wind
out of me, but just as soon as I thought I would pass out from heat and
suffocation, he rolled off the bed and unto the floor. There he stayed
on his knees next to the bed, lightly panting in the lingering heat of
I laid on my back, breathing heavily as well,
trying to find the energy for anything more strenuous than breathing. I
suddenly found myself dipping into an interesting pond of excess energy
when I could feel his fingers at the button of my shorts, his hand
accidentally brushing against my cock who took interest into the
proceedings right away.
Bill managed to get the button
and zipper open despite having to try several times with his slippery
fingers. When he grabbed the waistband, I lifted my hips eagerly and
helped him in undressing me. As I wasn't wearing any underwear, there
really wasn't anything else to do for him, except getting as naked as I
was and that was exactly what he did. Without standing up, he undid the
clasp at his shorts and pulled them down together with his underwear.
my prone position on the bed I could see his already hard cock rising
proudly out of his red pubic hair. Suddenly didn't mind the heat that
Not if it meant I was getting to get that
lovely piece of cock inside of me. I could feel my dick twitching in
response to the sight and concluding from the look on Bill's face he
had seen it too.
He smiled at me and then stood up to
totally take off his clothing. I couldn't help but admire his form when
he stood there. The way the little peaks on his pecs where almost
glowing in the fading light and how that lovely little trail of hair
led from his navel to his pubes and then to the base of his cock, which
stood out at a proud forty-five degree angle.
rudely interrupted in my admiration when he lowered himself on the bed.
However, I forgave him right away as he went to straddle my thighs and
leaned down to give me another kiss. Our proximity caused our erections
to brush against each other and I could feel him moan into my mouth.
too soon he separated from my mouth but then he began trailing his
tongue down my chest. I shuddered and gave a low moan when he flicked
his tongue against my nipple piercing. He then continued to suck and
lick and sometimes bite it. I could feel my body wanting to arch up
into him, but his weight across my thighs mostly kept me on the bed.
he went further down and I had more freedom to move. And that was when
he nipped at the small bar that I had right below my navel and that
protruded from either side of the little trail of hair, I had there.
The sensation of having that sensitised area manipulated and at the
same time that of his chin caressing my prick, made me moan more loudly
and this time I did arch of the bed.
I could feel the
pressure building inside me, and to avoid giving in to it already I
forcefully pulled him up and sucked his tongue into my mouth. I didn't
want to come all over him. I needed to have his cock deep inside me
when I exploded and to achieve this goal, I broke off the kiss and
tried to get a bit more space between us.
At his confused
look, I gave him a lazy smile and pulled him towards me again to give
him another smouldering kiss. He didn't seem to mind and followed my
lead perfectly. As soon as he was doubled over me again, I used a bit
of force to turn us over and then I was the one straddling his hips.
used a slow undulating motion, almost on top of his dick, to get him a
bit more excited. I continued with a long lick from his chin down to
the middle of his his pecs, and then continued from there first to his
left and then to his right nipple.
I bit the first one
lightly and the second one a bit more forcefully, making Bill groan and
trying to arch up into me, but I didn't have much of a problem holding
I slowly wiggled my way down his body, making
sure to stay in contact as much as possible and when I was close to his
impressive erection. Carefully letting my warm breath ghost over his
twitching cock, I asked him: "Lube is in the bedside drawer?" I didn't
think that he needed much more encouragement at this point if he ever
did, but it was fun seeing him lose control like this.
he started grabbing around in the drawer, I got up and kneeled next to
him to give him more space. And when he finally found the small vial,
he held it up triumphantly. I shivered in anticipation and quickly laid
down on my stomach, as flat on the bed as I could get. My favourite
I put my head on the cool pillow and spread my
legs invitingly, letting him see that there was absolutely no place
where I wasn't tanned. I really did have to thank Sirius sometimes for
his very private garden.
However, any thought of Sirius
quickly left my mind, when he touched one slick finger to my opening. I
moaned and wanted to arch up into the small pressure, but at the same
time tried to keep strict control on me. I didn't want to waste the
opportunity to have sex in the position I liked, just because I
couldn't reign myself in.
I could feel the one finger
enter me slowly and in lieu of trusting back against it, I moaned out:
"Oh, for fuck's sake, put it inside I'm not going to break." I heard a
throaty chuckle above me and then the finger was suddenly all the way
in. And it felt very good.
I hadn't had a decent fuck in
over two months and Bill definitely knew what he was doing. I was
trying to encourage him with moans and little orders. Deeper. Faster.
More. And he quickly understood that I didn't want slow and soft but
hard and fast. And possibly even harder and faster.
so much as a warning he thrust another finger into me and this time I
had to try even harder not to buck up into the touch. I just kept on
moaning when his two fingers glided over my prostate. Then those two
left me and my whimper probably told him that I didn't want them to
leave but at the same time was anticipating what would visit me next.
sure enough, after a few seconds of wet noises of him lubing himself
up, I felt the head of his cock pressing against me and almost felt
like I had died and gone to heaven. And wouldn't that be ironic. Boy
Who Lived Fucked To Death.
Apparently Bill wasn't
totally comfortable with our position and tried to drag me up by my
hip, but I stoically refused to lift it and told him to just start
fucking me already.
He finally followed my advice and as
he was already half way in me, thrust the other couple of inches in as
well. My walls contracted under the sudden onslaught, but that was the
way I liked it--a bit painful, a bit brutal, but still able to stop him
whenever I wanted. Which was far from my mind as I was getting pounded
by him and was shallowly humping the mattress myself.
laid down on me and the additional weight ... and the feel of his erect
nipples sliding against my sweaty skin ... and the brushes over my
prostate ... and I was coming into the bedspread below me. My walls
squeezed him and with he groan and a little whimper he slammed in
forcefully once more and then held on to my hips when I could feel his
seed pumping inside me.
I gave a short thanks to
whoever was responsible for protection charms, as this was one of my
favourite parts of having sex. But I quickly lost the train of thought
again as he laid there for a few minutes on my back, sweat making our
wet skin stick together, and bot of us regaining our breath until he
rolled off and slung his arm over his eyes.
I picked my
head up off the pillows and turned to look at him laying there in the
evening sunlight. I thought that this day really had been much more
eventful than I had imagined and that we definitely had to do this
again sometime... and of course there still was the matter that I still
had to tell him about some of my other kinks...