Reciprocation

A moan escaped from my lips as I stroked my heated flesh. Pausing in my actions momentarily, I took stock of my room mates' current positions.

The bed furthest to the right of mine had the curtains drawn, and while it was currently still, it had been visibly shaking less than an hour ago. Without even looking, I knew the next bed over was empty. Seamus usually falls asleep underneath Dean after they are both sated for the night.

Shifting my eyes past Seamus' bed, they landed on a blanket-covered lump that was snoring loudly. Trevor was sleeping as soundly as his owner, near the head of the lump.

Finally my gaze fell upon my best friend. My confident. My crush. The moonlight, that poured in from the window illuminated his face and made him look young and innocent. His rust-colored hair was tousled and carelessly strewn across his face from constantly turning in his sleep. How I longed to brush the hair off his face and grasp the soft strands between my fingers. His pale eyelashes fluttered quickly while his lips were moving, but no sound was coming forth. His sweet, red lips which I longed to touch with my own, to taste him, to devour him, to possess him.

As I continued my appraisal of my best friend, my fingers ghosted across my erection, teasing it once more. I allowed my eyes to wander from Ron's face down to the creamy expanse of skin that was his neck. My regular focus point during the regular hours, his Adam's apple, was moving up and down ever so slightly in his sleep.

Ron still could not completely fill out Bill's hand me down pajamas. The right side had slipped off his shoulder and I found myself being drawn to an exposed nipple. I licked my lips in want of that dark brown peak. It moved with the rest of Ron's chest as he took heaving breaths in his sleep.

No longer being able to stand my own teasing, I rolled over onto my back to let my right hand take over. My hand grasped my cock tightly and I bit back my groans as I brutally stroked myself. Body arching off the bed, I tried to meet my hand's thrusts, intensifying the friction on my skin. Imagining that it was Ron's hand on my cock, I could feel my climax quickly approaching. As the orgasm rushed through my body, I heard a roaring in my ears. The stroking hand was quickly covered with my sticky, white release.

Body calming down, my relaxed mind turned to thoughts of my best friend. My unfortunately extremely straight best friend. I snorted inwardly as I thought of the crush he harbored on Hermione that he thought he was keeping secret from me. As if I wouldn't notice his flushed face or the nervous beads of sweat whenever the three of us were together.

'What does she have, that I don't?' I thought bitterly to myself, as I wiped my come-covered hand off on my stomach.

In my heart I knew that it wasn't what she had or what I was lacking, but rather that my best friend's taste just didn't run in that direction. The truth didn't make it hurt any less and I rolled away on my side, facing away from my secret love. I was able to keep the tears from falling, but my body shook with silent sobs.

I was almost asleep, when a shadow fell across my bed, effectively cutting off the moonlight that normally shone down on me. My breath hitched as the shadow loomed closer. A hand grasped my upper arm and forced me to roll over.

TBC...