Videotapes - R/J - NC-17
Title: Videotapes
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Ron/Justin
Words: 486
Rating: NC-17

Written for 50_smutlets, where I claimed Ron Weasley.

So, basically, it’ll be another 50 Ron!smutlets.

But not with his Harry.


Videotapes
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Strangely enough, they didn’t mention it afterwards, and Ron assumed it was just part of taking care of each other, in a Comrade-in-Arms way.

They huddled together in their cell, sharing their meagre rations and trying not to think about what could be coming next.

It must have been a full day later, because their dim cell had darkened to pitch black again, when the door crashed open and a figure tripped into the room and sprawled across their legs.

“Bugger,” a posh voice muttered, as the door slammed closed again.

“Justin,” Hannah gasped, groping her way down Ron’s legs until she reached their fallen companion. “Ron, help me here!”

Ron scrambled forward, turning Justin over and holding him against his chest.

“Hey, mate,” he said, as Hannah ran her hands down his body. “Where does it hurt?”

“Pretty much everywhere,” Justin complained. “That bitch has a bit of a Cruciatus fetish. Every joint aches.”

Hannah stopped probing him as he winced. “Sorry,” she said.

“So, more like where doesn’t it hurt, then?” Ron asked.

“Nowhere,” Justin complained. “Every joint, I told you.”

“So, not your… soft tissue, then?” Hannah said.

“My what?”

Ron chuckled.

“Well, there is somewhere that’s boneless, isn’t there?” Hannah asked.

“Bonerless,” Ron added.

Justin snorted.

“Funnily enough, Bellatrix and her Unforgiveables left me unaroused,” he said. “I’ve watched a few kinky porno movies, but nothing like that bitch, strange as it may seem.”

“What d’you reckon?” Ron asked.

“What?” Justin said.

“Not you,” Ron said. “Hannah. What d’you reckon, Hannah? A good way to take his mind off his aches and pains?”

Hannah giggled.

“What?” Justin said loudly.

“Well, I may have taken Ron’s mind off his… aches and pains when he was thrown in here,” Hannah admitted.

“How?” Justin demanded.

“An Ernie Special,” Hannah whispered.

Justin tsked.

“What’d that do for me, Han?” he asked.

“Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it,” Ron said chivalrously.

Hannah choked on a laugh.

“Well, thank you, Ron,” she said. “But I’ve always known I can’t take Just’s mind off anything.”

“What?”

“You, on the other hand.” She giggled.

“Me?” Ron boggled in the darkness.

“Well, not only you,” Justin said, struggling to sit up. “Although I’ve always had a bit of a crush…”

“Oh!” Ron said, tightening his hold. “Oh, well, why didn’t you say so, instead of all this talking in code?”

“Well, I’m not gonna lie in your lap and ask for a blow job!” Justin said, settling back in his arms and wriggling a bit to make himself comfortable.

Ron snorted and ran his hand gently down Justin’s aching body, until it settled in his lap.

“I’m sure we can come up with something,” he said, unzipping his jeans and slipping his hand inside.

Justin gasped.

“What’s wrong?” Hannah asked, putting out a hand in the dark and grabbing a handful of a hand-job. “Oh! Oh, my goodness, I’m sorry!”


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