Drinking and Flying (Bill/Charlie, PG-13)
Title: Drinking and Flying
Pairing: Bill/Charlie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 254
Warnings: See pairing.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: Maybe it wasn't Bill's best idea ever.
Notes: For ragdoll, who requested Charlie/Bill, (hard) cider, Quidditch.

It was past midnight. They were lying on the grass behind the Burrow, trailing their hands over each other's bodies, having put away several pints each of hard cider, when Bill had an idea.

"Let's fly," he said, rising. "Let's fly out into the countryside. I want to fuck you underneath the stars."

"Bill," Charlie moaned, staying where he was, "I'm not getting up. Do you remember the drunken Quidditch tournament we had a couple of years ago? Bad bloody idea that turned out to be. I don't think my elbow will ever be the same."

"This isn't Quidditch," said Bill, "It's just a bit of—of flying. Whoa." He had stumbled a bit in the middle of his sentence.

"Look at you!" exclaimed Charlie. "You can't even walk, and you want to fly?"

"Pfft. You sound like Percy. Let's go." And he ambled off towards the broom shed.

Not ten minutes later, they descended upon a grassy hill. Charlie landed all right, but Bill came down too fast, fell off his broom, and twisted his ankle. He let out a yelp and Charlie, sobered a bit by the night air rushing against his face, clambered over to him.

"You all right? Fuck, this was a bad idea."

"I'm going to be okay in about five seconds," said Bill, drawing his wand, "And then I want to make good on my promise of fucking you under the stars."

"You are an utter tit," said Charlie, shaking his head, but he was grinning.