Stripping Politics
Stripping Politics by Emma
The weather outside was blowing a gale, the windows were howling as snowflakes battered at the glass. Sat on the sofa, before a blazing fire were two men, one with dark hair and glasses, the other with ginger locks and a peculiar looking jumper. Hermione, Ron’s wife, had been taken, grudgingly, to the Boxing Day sales; two for one on buzzing brooms – who could refuse? That left the two men babysitting or, as was happening, drinking their way through the Yuletide Mead.
“After all these years, I can’t believe you still humour your mum,” snorted Harry into the brown bottle, casting a derisive glance at Ron’s sweater, depicting a wizarding version of the nativity tableau.
“I forgot I had it on,” Ron laughed, looking down at his own chest, caressing one of the stars that just so happened to rest over his left nipple.
“You should really take it off,” commented Harry, looking at Ron over his glasses, the mead caught in his throat, as he paused drinking in hesitation, wondering if that had been the right thing to say.
He needn’t have worried as Ron whipped off his top and promptly declared, running his fingertips through this trickle of chest hair, “Now it’s your turn. Fair’s fair.”
Harry couldn’t argue with that and so proceeded to pull his green top over his head.
“Stripping politics,” he declared, throwing it aside.
“When the wives are away, the cats will play,” smirked the now half-naked ginger, getting up to fetch more bottles from the kitchen, before sitting back down, his head now rested in Harry’s lap, his feet perched on the arm of the sofa.
“Hermione would kill you if she knew you had your feet on the furniture,” Harry teased, running his fingers through Ron’s locks, tugging on the ends.
“If she walked in right now, I think that’s the last thing she’d be concerned about, don’t you?” he replied, tilting his head back slightly to meet Harry’s eyes.
“And that would be the point of secretly fucking.” Harry fixed Ron with a hard glare and lowered his voice. “Now shut up and kiss me.”
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