Solstice

Ron had been freezing when he woke at half past three in the morning but now he was sweating and stripping off his t-shirt, tossing it to one side, and shouldering a stone into position ready for sunrise.

The morning light was blue and Ron's skin was glowing. Harry was supposed to be helping him with the alignment, but he was too busy staring to notice the first tiny slither of sunlight peeping over the hillside. Ron grunted and stepped back from the stone with a huff of annoyance.

"Oh, bollocks! I missed it again."

Harry blinked and shook his head to look at Ron's annoyed face.

"Huh?"

"Maybe next year I can get up at two. Maybe next year I just won't go to sleep at all," Ron said as he jogged over to Harry's side and threw himself down beside him to watch the sun rise. "Did I at least line it up properly?"


Harry could smell Ron now, the dew and sweat mingled together to make him cool and hot, fresh and dirty, manly and pure at the same time. The blue tones glowed at his back and his front half was shining like gold with the light of the sun before him. Harry was mesmerised by every strand of individually spun copper hair on his head, every perfectly placed and hypnotically fair eyelash framing the pale blue eyes that watched the ball of fire caressing along the side of the curved stone Ron had been positioning.

Ron's eyes widened and he gasped, pointing and leaning in towards Harry so their cheeks touched.

"Harry, look!" Ron whispered. "I did it."

Harry turned his head to follow Ron's gaze and saw the sun following the edge of the hand carved rock until it broke away and carried on with its ascent.

"See, next year I'll get the other stone stood up and push it into place so the sun rises right between them and sends a shaft of the first light of the Solstice directly onto..." Ron turned his head to point behind them at their little summer cottage.

Harry caught Ron's lips as his head turned and wouldn't let him continue. He kissed him and Ron made a startled noise before smiling against Harry's mouth and opening his to welcome Harry's tongue inside. They both tilted their heads to the right and sunk into a deeper kiss. Harry's fingers glided over Ron's moistened torso and sucked at the salty skin on Ron's top lip.

They broke away from each other with dizzy sighs and Ron grinned at Harry.

"As the sun spirals its longest dance, cleanse us. As nature shows bounty and fertility, bless us. Let all things live with loving intent and to fulfil their truest destiny," Ron said, looking back at the sun.

"God you're so sexy when you go all Pagan on me!" Harry growled.

Ron elbowed him in the ribs and Harry cackled and lay flat on his back, shirt absorbing the dew from the grass.

"I'm Celtic thank you...but you gotta admit the Pagans have a way with words."

Harry looked back at Ron as he continued watching the sun while it was still safe to do so without harming his eyes. Neither of them had said it, but Harry always felt a little pang of jealousy when it came to Ron's spiritual side. He didn't mind all the wizarding traditions he'd missed out on due to growing up as a Muggle, but even the pureblood Weasley family didn't go so far as to build their own bluestone suntrap. Ron had been influenced by his very spiritual ex-girlfriend and really got into the whole ‘Praise be to nature' stuff at this time of the year.

Even after Ron and Luna had broken up he still wanted to build his own little Stonehenge.

Last summer, mushrooms had formed a perfect circle around the spot Harry and Ron had made love the night before and Ron had almost leapt naked into the fireplace to tell Luna he was so excited. This was obviously something that made them both very happy, whereas Harry just thought it was kind of cool and wanted to take a photo of it, nothing more than that - they were only mushrooms, after all.

Ron was working on a project for Harry's birthday that involved him wandering around the forest at dusk and touching trees with a look of total concentration on his face. Harry swore that the moment he saw Ron hugging a tree he would bind him up inside a magical straight jacket and cart him off to Hermione and Percy's place so they could both bore some sense into him.

Harry had spoken to Luna and politely asked her not to encourage Ron so much with the mystical stuff. She'd revealed that Ron's midsummer antics were entirely his own passion. She claimed they had a great spiritual connection but were never right as soul mates because Ron was like the sun and Luna was, as her name would suggest, like the moon.

‘I am governed by the tides you see, Harry,' she had once said, sounding scarily like Trelawney. ‘Whereas Ronald craves the sun. His skin is an expression of his passion for the light. His God has touched him and left many marks upon his fair skin.'

Harry had muttered something about spattergroit but she hadn't heard him and drifted off on another of her tangents.

It wasn't that she had been intimate with Ron that got to him, Hermione had been intimate with him too and he didn't have an issue with that; it was because of just how intimate they had been.

You see Harry and Ron had first had sex when Ron and Hermione had spilt up and he thought that the sex was the best of his short life. Then he couldn't explain to Ginny that he preferred her brother and Ron didn't want to come out anyway so they just stopped having sex and went back to being two heterosexual friends again. Harry went out with Ginny and Ron got together with Luna. After Ron's pleasant break up and Harry's bitter one they came together again and...well...

WOW!

Harry didn't know what it was Luna did but whatever it was it made Ron incredible in bed. In bed, on the floor, in the bath, swinging from hammock, floating on his back in a lake...Ron was just amazing.

So this is where Harry's little Luna niggle came from. All the sex he enjoyed came from the fact that Luna was a brilliant shag. Every trick Ron knew he learnt from Luna. On one occasion Molly had told Ron not to hog the carrots and to share them around the table at Sunday dinner. Harry had snorted and turned to share a knowing glance with Ron because of some vegetable based sexcapades the night before, only to see Ron winking at Luna who flicked her radish earring and grinned back at him. Harry had sulked for ages until Ron had got him to confess that he was jealous that everything he did with Harry had been done with Luna first.

‘Well excuse me, Mr Shag-Your-Sister! We can't do anything you and Ginny did because that would just be sick!'

Harry had pointed out that Ron didn't have these little sex in-jokes with Hermione all the time and he rolled his eyes and muttered something about a square peg and a round hole which Harry later discovered meant that Hermione wouldn't let him penetrate her fully because she was ‘frightened of his girth'. Harry became quite jovial for a while and would always shut Ron up during lost arguments and embarrassing teasing by calling him ‘scary girth man'.

So Harry accepted that Ron's aptitude for oral sex was probably down to sex with Hermione. Still, he didn't feel jealous of her the way he was jealous of Luna.

Luna buggered Ron with a carrot way before Harry ever did. Luna was rimming Ron when Harry was gritting his teeth and trying to think of Quidditch to keep himself from coming in sixty seconds and getting ‘the look' from Ginny again. Luna had been the one to set the rhythm Ron's hips would grind to when he was topping.

Luna may as well just walk around in front of Harry wearing a T-shirt which read ‘I taught your boyfriend that thing you like'.

The sun was pretty high now and Ron was squinting away from it and down at Harry's thoughtful face. He watched him for a while before lowering his head and nibbling at his collarbone.

‘I liked that...he's awfully good, isn't he?'

Harry scrunched up his face to try and block Luna's voice out of his head while Ron rolled over and threw a leg over Harry's body to straddle him. Ron's long nose pushed into Harry's hair and his lips tugged at his earlobe.

‘Now he's going to trail kisses along your jawbone while his hand slides underneath your shirt and he presses his palm flat against your stomach. He likes to feel your stomach when he kisses you, haven't you noticed?'

Harry grunted and turned his head away from Ron but he was taking that as his cue to start kissing along the sharp corner of Harry's jaw and rub small circles on Harry's stomach. Harry gasped, it felt so good, he turned his head back to meet Ron's mouth in a hungry kiss just as Ron knocked Harry's thighs apart with his knee and pressed his denim-clad groin against Harry's.

‘Listen to the noise he's about to make Harry, I love that noise.'

"Uhhhh!" Ron exhaled deeply as he threw his head back and ground his hips into Harry's, eyes closing and mouth hanging open.

Harry willed his inner Luna to shut up and let him enjoy his boyfriend in peace but she was there again and, even more annoying...she was being helpful!

‘You know, if you want him to make a better noise, a little ecstatic whimpering as if you just held chocolate ice cream for him to lick and then pulled it away at the last minute, all you have to do is squeeze his arse and pull it down hard into yourself.'

Harry gritted his teeth. He wasn't going to take sex tips from Ron's imaginary ex. He wasn't. He wasn't, he wasn't, he wasn't, he wasn't, he...

"Aaaah!" Ron squeaked breathlessly as he arched his back and thrust against Harry. "Godric, you're so sexy!"

Harry scowled at a blade of grass, imagining the droplet of dew on it was Luna's impassive face, it was her. She was the one who'd just done that to Ron. She was fucking his boyfriend via his body and he wasn't having any of it.

"Suck my dick Ron!" Harry growled, almost adding ‘Ha! You don't take credit for how well he does that!'

Ron looked up at Harry hungrily and gave a wicked smile.

"Hark at you being forceful!" He waggled his eyebrows and unbuttoned Harry's jeans.

Ron's large, strong, stone roughened hands pushed the faded blue denim down past Harry's hips. Harry grinned widely and lay back as Ron took his cock deep in his mouth and rubbed his tongue against the underside before pushing deeper and swallowing against the head of Harry's firm penis.

‘The old swallow and hum used to get him every time.' Luna's voice sighed lazily.

Just as Harry clenched his fists and pounded them into the grass beneath him Ron swallowed again and hummed, sending vibrations through Harry's dick and making his balls tingle.

"Oh fuck yes! That fucking bitch!" Harry cried out as he grabbed a handful of Ron's hair and thrust into his mouth.

Ron made a ‘huh?' sound before Harry jerked into him again and that wonderful mouth went back to attending to Harry's cock and its needs.

‘Don't worry Harry, he always loved you most of all,' Luna said flippantly, ‘you should have heard him when he came running to me last year. Your love produced a magical circle you know? Not everyone can do that.'

"You..." Harry gasped and thrust while Ron hummed and swallowed. "We..." Harry's vision blurred and he closed his eyes. "MAGIC!"

Ron withdrew from Harry's cock, panting heavily and looking at Harry as if he was insane.

"Harry, you're not normally this incoherent. What's...?"

"Suck me!" Harry begged, writhing beneath Ron's body as his burgeoning orgasm threatened to blast Ron into the heart of his beloved sun.

Ron looked down at Harry's prick and smiled. He lowered his head and softly kissed the tip. Harry groaned and pushed up into Ron's face but Ron's strong rough hands pushed him down into the soft damp ground by the hips. Ron lapped at the end of Harry's leaking cock and Harry grabbed his hair once again and forced him down.

"Ron, please, before I explode in your face and blind you!" Harry begged.

Ron laughed into Harry's dick and deep throated the hot flesh. Harry came as soon as he felt the warmth of Ron's mouth and Ron milked him dry as spurt after spurt forced its way out of Harry until he was spent. Harry lay sprawled on the grass, utterly limp and breathless, and Ron swallowed and settled into his side, the bulge in his jeans still very firm indeed.

"I love you," Harry panted.

"I know." Ron smiled and sucked upon the skin just above Harry's nipple.

"I love us," Harry said again, blinking at the bright morning sky.

"We're so good," Ron agreed.

"Luna taught you well."

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

Ron sat up on his elbows and stared at Harry.

"What d'ya mean nothing? You just mentioned my ex- girlfriend in a declaration of love you git!"

"Well she..." Harry stopped himself before he made himself sound crazy, "I mean you're really great and she's very...Luna, so..."

"You're not thinking about Luna while we're having sex are you?" Ron frowned.

"No!" Harry said, sitting up and shaking his head violently. "I was thinking about you and Luna!"

Ron's eyes almost popped out of his head on hearing this and Harry slammed both his hands to his stupid stupid head.

"You...You what?"

"Oh please forget I ever spoke. Please, please, just go back to the ‘I love you' and then imagine I stopped talking!" Harry said hopefully. "Want me to blow you now?"

Ron got up and adjusted his jeans, still staring at Harry as if he was a cow pat in the middle of the field that needed to be avoided at all costs, and walked back into the cottage without a word.

Harry groaned and fell back onto the ground, hands covering his face.

"Thanks, Luna."

---

Harry waited outside the bathroom for Ron to come out of the shower. He had a small hand towel clasped around his waist as he stepped out, hair dripping over his shoulders and down his freckled torso, and he met Harry's eyes briefly.

"No clean towels left."

Ron sidestepped Harry to head for their bedroom and he grabbed Ron's wet arm and held him back.

"I feel like she's why our sex is so fantastic and I wish I could be as good a lover as you are...as she must have been." Harry shrugged by way of an explanation.

Ron turned on Harry in disbelief.

"Our sex is fantastic because it's us, you prat. I didn't teach you how to hook your finger when it's up my arse and rotate your wrist to reduce me to something resembling a puddle of liquid. Am I to assume Ginny showed you how to do that?"

Ron shuddered immediately and walked into the bedroom. The towel slipped away and Harry gazed longingly at the perfect white arse and sighed.

"It's almost breakfast time, Harry," Ron mumbled. "I'll be down in a minute."

"Any plans for today?" Harry asked, feeling as if small talk was pointless but needing to say something to Ron's slippery back as the sulking redhead towelled off his front.

"Well I was gonna give you this, but you'll only think I did it because Luna showed me how." Ron grabbed a thin package from the bedside table and threw it towards Harry. "For your information she did show me how to make it...for you! I know you hate the wand you got after your one got destroyed in the final battle and I thought ‘I bet I can find the perfect tree for you now I've been practicing', seeing as I've tuned into the whole earth magic thing."

Harry unwrapped the package and a wand fell out into his hand. The handle was carved into the shape of two naked male bodies entwined with each other and the whole thing vibrated in Harry's hand.

"You made a wand?" Harry gasped.

"I made you a wand, yes," Ron said pointedly as he pulled on a pair of white briefs.

"But...But...You made a wand!" Harry said in awe.

"No Olivander anymore," Ron shrugged, "wand makers on the Alley are all shit and you deserved something customised so yes, I made a wand and Luna helped me and so did Hermione for that matter. We had a whole big wand making orgy!"

"Ron..." Harry said, still stunned at what had been happening since the sun came up.

"Because all the three of us do when we get together is discuss how to improve my technique. I'm thinking of experimenting with felching tonight, Hermione put some kinky new things into a hat and Luna pulled that one out!" Ron said sarcastically.

"Ron!" Harry said, trying to derail the pouty, sarcastic bandwagon Ron was on.

"Try it out then, tell me how it feels," Ron said in a carefree manner as he pointed to the wand and folded his arms across his bare chest.

Harry pointed the wand at Ron and flicked it. Ron's underwear vanished. Ron lifted his chin defiantly.

"I'm hungry, I want breakfast first," the redhead said nonchalantly.

Harry swished the wand once again and soon a fully laden breakfast table appeared where the bed had been. Ron tried to look unimpressed.

"Oh, very funny."

"I love it," Harry said, fingering the wand lovingly, "it's got a strong core, what is it?"

"Feather from Buckbeak," Ron mumbled with a shrug.

"And the wood?" Harry asked, taking a step towards Ron, who backed into the table and tried not to smile as he responded.

"I told you, I want breakfast first."

Harry grinned, knowing Ron's anger had passed, and moved towards him. Ron sat back against the edge of the table and a bowl of cornflakes spilled over his bare arse. The ice cold milk made Ron shiver and Harry turned him around and pointed to the laden table.

"You take your pick and I'll just clean up this little mess."

Harry knelt down and began to lick the milk from Ron's arse cheeks, working his way between the crack and easing his tongue in and out while Ron pressed his palms flat against the table top and let out a moan of pleasure. Harry flicked his new wand and summoned a jar of honey towards him. He poured the contents of the jar between Ron's arse cheeks and lapped at the nectar as it pooled in Ron's puckered opening. Honey was dripping down and onto Harry's hard cock.

"Do the chants," Harry whispered into Ron's honey drenched backside before rising up and easing his fingers inside Ron to prepare him for his hard dick, "chant something in Druid."

Ron gave a laugh and a sharp inhalation in one as Harry's fingers bent and moved inside him. A hot buttered crumpet rolled out of a wire rack at Ron's jerk against the table.

"Um...Uh..." Ron gasped before Harry eased himself into him and kissed the back of his neck.

"I love you and I love what you can do...I love everything you've learned to do for me and I love that it's for me," Harry murmured.

"Only you!" Ron cried out, throwing his head back as Harry began to thrust slowly.

"Chant for me, please, I love hearing you talk like that."

"I am the walking breath," Ron said as he was pushed into the table and then pulled backwards gently, "I am the spirit of the earth." Ron panted and Harry sank his teeth into Harry's shoulder. "I am alive and walking. Where I am is beautiful!"

"So beautiful!" Harry agreed.

"Love you...sorry...didn't mean to...be pissy!" Ron panted, knuckles white with the grip he had on the table, breakfast condiments toppling over and spilling everywhere.

"Another!" Harry demanded. "Say another!"

"Now I walk in beauty. Beauty is before me, beauty is behind me, above and below me. YES!" Ron let one hand release the table to begin stroking his rock hard cock.

"More!" Harry cried out as he picked up speed at Ron's back while Ron's hips thrust into his own hand.

"Root and trunk and bark and branch, leaf and twig and acorn, skin of the world," Ron's eyes closed and he swept away the toast, eggs and tea before him, leaving only the spilled bowl of cornflakes directly in front of him, "your gift is sacred. Your breath is sacred. Your breath is my breath."

"Your arse is my arse!" Harry added.

"My arse is all yours!" Ron agreed as his hand pumped faster around his pulsing dick.

"Do one..." Harry had to pause to grunt and Ron cried out in euphoria at the same time, "...Do one the old way!"

"Hey Yung, Heyunga, Hey Yung!" Ron growled as they two of them rocked in synchronisation.

"Yeah!" Harry cried out into Ron's sweaty back, it was another smell to add to Ron's aromas of the day, soap.

"Hey Yung, Heyunga, Hey Yung. Hey Yung, Heyunga, Hey Yung..." Ron chanted.

"Comin'!" Harry grunted.

"Wait!" Ron gasped, "No wait, I'm almost...almost...gonna...UGHHHHH!" Ron ejaculated all over the spilled cornflakes and slumped over the table as Harry pumped into Ron's arse as if he was riding an out of control camel.

"'M coming, ‘m coming, ‘m coming..." Harry chanted, "Oh yes!"

Harry released for the second time before nine o'clock into Ron and slumped over his back, panting heavily.

"Happy Summer Solstice, Ron," Harry murmured into Ron's glistening back.

"Cheers," Ron said, sounding dazed. "Hey, Harry, there's spunk in me cornflakes."

Harry chuckled and kissed Ron's shoulder blade.

"Well, it does say on the raisin box ‘Why not try tossing over your favourite cereal?'"

"Ah good," Ron sniggered lazily, "s'all the raisins' fault then!"

---

It was almost sundown when Ron yawned, rested his head upon Harry's shoulder and let his eyelids grow heavy.

"You could be the next Olivander y'know, Ron?" Harry said, voice low and tired.

Ron yawned and shook his head.

"Olivander had to sell his wands to arseholes...Slytherins and Tornadoes fans." Ron gave a pretend shudder and Harry chortled and kissed the top of his head.

"I wanna do this again next year," Harry said as he watched the sun vanish and the sky turn pink and orange and faint shades of purple.

"What, fight, shag over breakfast and then over every other meal until we collapse in the back field at sunset?" Ron said, lazily. "Okay."

Harry tugged a lock of Ron's hair playfully.

"I meant stay up from sunrise to sunset; just spend the whole day with each other and our appetites for sex and food."

"Only next year, you help me position the other stone rather than watch my rippling muscles." Ron raised his eyebrows smugly.

"Rippling muscle y'mean?" Harry said as found himself pinned beneath Ron's body and laughed as the redhead lay down on top of him heavily, too tired to even wrestle now.

"You're lucky I'm shagged out, Potter!" Ron mumbled.

"I'm even luckier I'm the one who shagged you!" Harry grinned before staring up at the trees above them. "You never did tell me what wood my beautiful wand was made from though."

"Elder," Ron said simply, "and I had to wander from tree to tree for ages to find one with the right magical vibrations for you. Then I had to ask it nicely of course."

"You what?" Harry lifted his head in amusement.

"I had to ask the tree to give me the wood and not give me a dud, dead branch with no good vibrations. Don't you know anything?" Ron teased; eyelids still heavy.

"Go on then," Harry settled back down beneath Ron's body, "tell me what you said to the tree and I'll call the men in white coats."

Ron waved his hand up to the tree above them wearily but animatedly.


"Old girl, give of me thy wood and I will give you some of mine when I grow into a tree."

Ron let his arm drop back down heavily and Harry interlaced their fingers.

"That's if you've any wood left of course."

"Of course." Ron grinned.