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Entry tags: | 2008, character: charlie weasley, character: teddy lupin, fic, pairing: charlie/teddy |
Fic: Personals (Charlie/Teddy, NC-17) for tuawahine
Author: softly_sweetly
Recipient: tuawahine
Title: Personals
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): Charlie/Teddy
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older.
Summary: Charlie is happy, healthy, and afflicted with an irritating younger brother. When said younger brother places a Personal ad in Charlie's name, Charlie highly doubts anyone will respond. When a response does appear, Charlie finds himself indulging in more than just a bit of newsprint banter…
Warnings: D/s, Rimming, Spanking
Word Count: 7250
Author's Notes: Thank you to my wonderful beta team – B, E, G, L, P and R – for helping me with my worries and making sense of my ramblings and vague hand-gestures. And, of course, thanks to the wonderful Mod team!
I hope you enjoy this, tuawahine, and it meets some of what you expected when you wrote your sign-up comment!
After the war, Charlie hadn't quite made it back to Romania. He'd made several attempts, but each time something stopped him; the birth of a niece or nephew, a family reunion, his mother… and in the end he had simply given up. He'd bought a modest cottage in Ottery St. Catchpole, close enough that he could walk to the Burrow when he felt like it, but far enough away that his mother wouldn't show up unexpectedly too often. With somewhere to live he needed a job, and having so many relatives in the Ministry meant he was a shoe-in for the opening in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. He'd joined two very exclusive clubs – one Muggle, one Wizarding – to cater to his sexual needs, and all in all live a calm, enjoyable life.
George, however, seemed to be in disagreement with him. He'd left a note for Charlie to check the personal ads in the newspaper. Charlie stared in horror as he looked from one to the other.
The Daily Prophet Personals section allowed witches and wizards to seek out like-minded partners, and communicate through the ads before taking things to the next level. It was a popular service, and Charlie had mentioned to George that he was considering using it. His mentioning it had been a run of the mill part of a drunken conversation, an audible thought that he would probably not act on. But George had apparently jumped on the idea, and Charlie cursed under his breath as he read the ad that had been placed, ostensibly on his behalf.
Wizard, 48, seeks younger wizard up to
challenge of teaching old dog new tricks.
Likes Chudley Cannons, Ogden's Finest,
being spanked, and walks in the rain. Easy-
going, but stubborn on occasion. GSOH.
Makes a mean chilli. Ref. WZ57398
Crossing to the Floo, Charlie tossed a handful of powder in and called out for George's home, sticking his head into the flames and raising his eyebrows when George came into view. "Likes being spanked?"
"You told me when you were drunk. I've finally found a use for that mental scarring you gave me."
"Just you wait until I get my hands on you," Charlie threatened, vaguely pleased that, though he scoffed, George shuffled back to put himself out of arm's reach. "I do not need setting up."
"Then don't check for a response. No harm, no foul."
Growling, Charlie withdrew from the Floo and severed the connection with an irritable wave of his hand. He was never, ever going out on the lash with George again.
Settling down on the sofa, Charlie flicked the radio on and pulled the Prophet to him, ready to catch up on the day's news while he waited for his dinner to cook. Flicking through the usual articles on corrupt politicians and Harry's latest hair cut, Charlie found himself, subconsciously, on the personals page. Battling with the small voice in his head that said putting an ad in the personals was desperate, Charlie reasoned it couldn't hurt to look.
Skimming his eyes down the page, Charlie started when he recognised the reference number that George's ad had been assigned. Swallowing, Charlie read the personal.
Ref. WZ57398 Young wizard,
24, plenty of energy for teaching new tricks.
Likes his subs with bite. Enjoys Ogden's
Finest, Cannons being beaten by Hornets,
and the warmth of a well-spanked arse.
Knows a few cures for stubbornness, and
likes chilli. Ref. WZ57398R
Charlie was smiling at the ad, and read it through twice more. It was the perfect mix of playful and serious, and Charlie found himself trying to picture the wizard that went with this ad. Glancing up, Charlie's eyes fixed on the neat writing desk that sat in the corner of the lounge. Yes, this wizard was half his age, but that wasn't really a big age gap, considering Charlie had every intention of celebrating his 150th birthday with energetic sex, and had been brought up to view age as relative.
Debating with himself for a moment, Charlie decided that he would only live once, occasional hauntings aside, and stood up with a smile on his face, his mind already formulating a response.
Leaving for work five minutes earlier than normal, Charlie crossed the Atrium and found the bloke who sold the morning edition of the Prophet. Handing over his nine Knuts, Charlie tucked the paper under his arm, resisting the urge to open it until he was safely ensconced in his office.
Spreading the crisp parchment out on his desk, Charlie ignored the memos fluttering angrily around his head in favour of skipping to the personals section. There, halfway down the third column, was his response.
Ref. WZ57398R Being a Hornets
fan must be a source of great embarrassment;
luckily I won't hold it against you. Your cures
for stubbornness sound like they should be
elaborated on – tell me more? And how much
bite do you like, because I have a lot; my
submission doesn't leave the bedroom. Oh, and,
where do you stand on curries?
Ref. WZ57398
It had taken a ridiculously long time for him to write, but Charlie was happy with the ad. 'It struck a nice balance between the playful irreverence of the previous two and the more serious things that had to be established before this could become anything more than an exchange of newsprint.
Charlie spent most of his day with the back of his mind on the personals, having to re-do his report on reintroducing the Ridgeback to Scotland three times due to his inattentiveness. When his day was finally over, and he was waiting in the queue to Apparate home, the Prophet salesman was walking up and down the lines, flogging the evening edition.
Though, realistically, he knew that it was too soon for there to be an answer, Charlie still bought a copy, flicking immediately to the personals and scanning the page. There, right at the bottom, was a response.
Ref. WZ57398 Rather Hornets than
Cannons, considering their relegation last season.
Cures for stubbornness encompass everything
from hairbrushes to Pears of Anguish, depending
on how stubborn you've been. And don't worry,
I'm too easy-going to want 24/7 TPE. Curries
are brilliant, especially accompanied by beer
and tequila. Ref. WZ57398R
Grinning, Charlie read through the ad again. That certainly answered a few questions, although it had prompted a whole lot more, including whether or not Charlie was really, seriously, considering initiating some real life contact with this person.
"Oi, mate, light a flame under your cauldron, yeah?!"
Jumping, Charlie realised he was next in line to Apparate, and holding up the queue with his pondering. Raising a hand over his shoulder apologetically, he stepped onto the free Apparation point and pictured home, Daily Prophet clutched tightly under his arm.
Ref. WZ57398R Point taken, but at
least the Cannons don't cheat. Pears of Anguish
and easy-going don't normally go together, but
I take your point. So, what does a stubborn sub
have to do, to share a pint and a curry with you?
Ref. WZ57398
"Remind me again why I'm looking at this?"
"Because you got me into this mess," Charlie snapped, feeling on edge and nervous, and needing some support even if he did have to beat it out of George first, "So you're damn well going to help me clean it up."
Rolling his eyes theatrically, George nevertheless turned back to the parchment that bore many scribbles, crossings-out, and ink smudges, before a final version of Charlie's next ad was squashed onto the bottom corner. "All right, what am I looking for?"
"Does it read all right?"
"How should I know? I've never done this, and what the hell do you lot do to pears to cause them anguish?"
"You don't want to know. Just… does it sound all right? Or do I sound like some desperate, middle-aged squib trying to throw the Quaffle through a hoop way out of his reach?"
Charlie must have looked more stressed than he realised, because George didn't take advantage of the many openings for a jibe that Charlie had unintentionally given him. Instead, his brother put the parchment down and sipped at his tea thoughtfully. "You're not middle-aged. And he replied to you, so you're not aiming out of your range. Honestly, it sounds weird to me, but that's because you're my brother, and I'd rather not think about you having sex, especially kinky sex." George paused, and Charlie nodded appreciatively. He knew that it was asking a lot, for his brother to help out with what amounted to his sex life, and he also knew that had he been sober he would never have revealed the extent of his kinky proclivities to a blood relative. Acknowledging Charlie's thanks with a wave of his hand, George continued, "That said, it sounds fine. It's still sort of jokey and laid back, but sort of serious too. A lot like you. And you're not saying 'hey, let's have sex'; you're just suggesting a meeting. It sounds fine."
"All right," Charlie exhaled slowly, his stomach jumping unpleasantly as he tried to get a handle on these sudden nerves. "All right. All right."
"You've said that."
"Shut up. All right," Charlie flipped a harsh v-sign when George sniggered at him; he always got repetitive when he was stressed. "Right, okay, thanks. I'm going to put it in. The worst he can do is say no, right?"
"Exactly. But he won't."
There was a confidence in George's voice far beyond brotherly loyalty, and Charlie glanced at him shrewdly. "How do you know that?"
"Just guessing, bro."
Though George sounded perfectly normal, he had avoided Charlie's eyes, and Charlie took a step closer. "George?"
"Mate, I know nothing about nothing, I'm just being nice to you."
"You're not nice. Ever. It's a sign of the apocalypse."
"Yeah, well," George drained his cup and stood up, crossing to the Floo and taking a handful of powder from the bowl on the mantelpiece, "Let's hope you get laid before the world ends. Night, Charlie."
Raising his hand in a farewell, Charlie watched his brother spin from view. He was just being paranoid, there was no way George knew anything, he had probably just seemed funny because this was an odd topic of conversation for siblings. Shrugging off the thoughts, Charlie sat down and began copying out his ad onto a clean sheet of parchment, sealing it and whistling to Ceres. Attaching the scroll to his owl's leg, he sent her off out of the window before he could change his mind.
It was probably indecent, the way Charlie jogged across the Atrium and thrust a Sickle at the Prophet salesman, snatching up a copy of the morning edition and dashing off to his office without waiting for his change. Still wearing his cloak, Charlie sat down heavily in his chair and opened the paper, fingers automatically flipping to the Personals page.
"Dammit!"
"Something wrong, Charlie?"
Looking up, Charlie smiled tightly at Dirk. "No, I'm fine. Anything interesting come in today?"
"Another bloody singing toad. When I find the bastard that bewitched them…"
"You'll skin him alive," Charlie finished, having heard Dirk's rant on the enchanted toads many times before. The toads being enchanted wasn't so bad, it was that they were charmed to sing a very rude song about a witch, a wizard, a Hippogriff and a goat every time they saw someone. Unleashed in a Muggle shopping centre, it had taken fifty Unspeakables and Obliviators to sort out the mess, and they were still trying to round up all the toads from the air vents.
Exhaling, Charlie closed the paper and pinched the bridge of his nose. It had been late when he sent his owl; he should have realised that it wouldn't make the morning edition. Opening his eyes slowly, Charlie pushed the paper off his desk and into the bin, forcing his mind onto the task at hand – an entire flock of memos that looked to be getting into attack formation.
The memos took well over an hour to deal with, and led to a rash of problems that Charlie was still sorting out at gone seven that evening. It was only when his eyes began to ache from straining in the declining light that he realised how late it was, and that he'd missed the Prophet salesman by at least an hour. Sighing heavily, Charlie pushed his notes away and stood up. He was tired, and stressed, and wanted to go home.
Locking up the office behind himself, Charlie took the stairs to the Atrium and strode over to the Apparation points, grateful that at least at this time of night there were no queues. As he approached one of the plates, something on the floor caught his eye, and Charlie realised it was a discarded copy of the Prophet. Glancing around him to make sure no one was watching, Charlie bent down and picked the paper up, pausing in front of the Apparation plate and flicking quickly to the Personals page. His fingers got covered in an unidentified sticky substance that had transferred from the floor to the paper, but it was worth it for the reassurance of seeing his ad there, in bold black newsprint.
Dropping the paper conscientiously in the bin, Charlie boarded the Apparation plate with a smile on his face and a spring in his step.
There was no response in the morning edition of The Prophet, but Charlie reasoned that, like himself, this mystery man had a job and a life. Immediate responses were a luxury, not a right, and that thought calmed Charlie down enough that he got through his day without messing anything up or losing his concentration.
Picking up an evening edition on his walk through the Atrium, Charlie made himself wait until he was at home, and had hung his cloak up neatly, before he opened the paper. And even then, he took the time to skim over the headlines and catch up on the day's events. Opening the paper to the right pages, Charlie spotted the response to his ad almost immediately, as it was three from the top in the first column.
Ref. WZ57398 The Hornets do not
cheat, they were pitted against a biased referee!
Obviously I will have to explain the rules of
Quidditch to you if we meet in person. Speaking
of, I'll be in Zone tonight, blue hair, can't
miss me. Bring teacher an apple.
Ref. WZ57398R
Charlie swallowed, reading and re-reading the ad as the words sunk in. Was he actually considering going to Zone and meeting up with a complete stranger?
Looking around the room for some kind of answer, Charlie spotted the fruit bowl, and the half dozen shiny red apples inside it. It couldn't hurt to go along, and just have a look at the person who had answered the personal. After all, if he didn't like the look of him, he could just leave, and no one would be any the wiser. What was the worst that could happen?
Deciding what to wear had been surprisingly difficult, and Charlie felt overdressed in his dragon hide trousers and sheer black shirt. But, as he was going alone and might be leaving quickly, Charlie had decided demure clothing was a better idea than a cock ring and a blindfold. Holding onto the apple tightly, Charlie spotted a flash of blue, and headed towards it.
The man was sat with his back to the main entrance, in a booth at the far end of the main room, where it was generally a little quieter. He had short, spiky hair that was a brilliant shade of turquoise, and Charlie stepped up to the booth and asked, "May I sit here?"
"Of course."
Charlie recognised the voice, and his mouth dropped open as he came level with the booth and got his first proper look at the other man. "Teddy?"
"Charlie." Teddy looked thoroughly unconcerned by coming face-to-face with Charlie in Zone, and out of habit more than anything else, Charlie slid into the seat opposite Teddy. "I see you brought my apple."
"What? I… wait, you answered the personal?"
"Apparently so. Are you all right?" Concern laced Teddy's voice, and his eyes were wide and searching as they skittered over Charlie's face.
Leaning back in the booth, Charlie felt like his heart was racing, and he shook his head slowly. "I didn't know you were… you know, into this kind of a lifestyle?"
"I could say the same. I never thought someone as gorgeous as you would need to place a personal to get some attention. My gain, I guess."
"It was, a joke, I suppose. George placed it for me."
"But you kept it up."
"I didn't… I guessed it couldn't hurt." Charlie laughed, running his hands up through his hair and then down over his face before resting them lightly on his knees. "Christ, I was psyching myself up for a right weirdo!"
Teddy grinned, looking behind Charlie's head intently. When he raised his glass and two fingers, Charlie realised he'd been catching the bartender's eye. "We're having a drink, then?"
"I thought that was the whole point of tonight?"
"The point… Teddy, you can't… I mean, obviously, this is something we can have a laugh about, but it's not… we won't…" Charlie trailed off, looking at Teddy to see if his words had made any sense at all. If the look on Teddy's face was anything to go by, they hadn't, and Charlie opened his mouth to clarify, but couldn't quite find the right phrase.
"I answered an exchange of personal ads with an invitation, and you accepted that invitation. I'll concede this is a little unexpected, but at least we don't have to bother with all the tedious small talk bollocks. I don't see a problem."
"But Teddy, you're… well, you're Teddy."
"I am?" Teddy responded, his face a perfect expression of confusion. "Shit, I've been going around thinking I'm Orsino Thruston."
Laughing, Charlie accepted the drink from the barman, and shook his head. Teddy's sense of humour had always been on the odd side of irreverent, and had always appealed to Charlie. "You know what I meant."
"Yeah, I do. Okay, I'll cut straight to the point. If you're not comfortable, then nothing will happen. But don't rule something out just because you happen to know me already."
"Teddy, you used to ride on my shoulders when you were a child; don't you find this weird?"
"A little surprising, but not weird. I'm not that child anymore, Charlie."
Leaning back in his seat, Charlie studied Teddy closely. He definitely wasn't a child – his blue shirt was tailored to fit like a second skin, showing muscles hard-won at the Auror training academy and kept up through dedication. If this were anyone else, Charlie wouldn't have a doubt in his mind. But it was Teddy, and Charlie wasn't quite sure how he felt about that. "How long have you been into this lifestyle?"
If the question was unwelcome, Teddy didn't show it, and Charlie wrapped his fingers around his glass and listened attentively as Teddy answered him. "You know at Hogwarts, there's always someone with a stash of porn? Well, I was always more interested in the fringe pictures than the mainstream stuff. Of course, I was also more interested in dicks than chicks, but I suppose that goes without saying?" Charlie laughed out loud, feeling a little of his tension seep away as Teddy took the apple and sank his teeth into it, continuing to speak around the sweet fruit. "I started exploring seriously when I was in my late teens, and I joined this club three years ago, as a celebration for passing my training. You?"
"Since I moved to Romania. There was a wizard working with me, Jethro. He introduced me to the lifestyle, and was my first serious relationship. We split up when he started to want a more constant power exchange, and I didn't. It was amicable though, and we still swap Owls every so often. I've had a handful of relationships since then, but nothing serious for a long while now." Teddy was looking at him shrewdly, and Charlie sipped at his drink before he asked, "What about you?"
"Relationship-wise? Two serious, a couple of less serious ones."
Nodding, Charlie drained his glass and stood up. "Can I get you another?"
"Sure." Teddy handed his glass over and took another bite of the apple. There was something about the way his teeth penetrated the shiny red skin that was steadily demolishing Charlie's objections, and he turned for the bar before he could make a complete idiot of himself.
When he returned with fresh drinks, their conversation struck up again, and before Charlie realised, it was gone midnight and he was distinctly light-headed from whisky. Teddy laughed at him and made a crack about showing his age, which Charlie responded to with an exceedingly mature v-sign.
Leading the way out of Zone, Charlie felt the cool night air hit him hard, inhaling it and sobering up slightly. Turning around to speak, Charlie was cut off by Teddy talking over him. "It's your choice. I had fun tonight, and for what it's worth, you look fucking gorgeous. 'If you want to walk away, fair enough; the next time I see you I'll act like tonight and those personal ads never happened. But if you want to explore a relationship, you can always owl. Or place another ad. I would like there to be more, but ultimately it's your choice."
"Sounds fair enough," Charlie answered, shaking the hand that was offered to him and watching as Teddy looked both ways, checking for stray Muggles before he Disapparated with a pop. Needing some time to think, and to clear his head, Charlie turned on his heel and started to walk home, hoping the night air might un-jumble his thoughts.
After a weekend of constant thought, and no answers, Charlie grabbed a handful of powder and chucked it into the Floo.
"Oui?"
"Hey, Fleur. Is Bill around?"
"'kle Charlie!"
Dominique jabbered at him happily, and Fleur stepped into view, looking elegant as always as she bent down to pick her daughter up. "Oui, 'e eez cooking, shock 'orror! Come in, Charlie."
Withdrawing his head from the fire, Charlie hauled himself up and tossed a little more powder in, stepping into the green flames and calling out for Shell Cottage. Brushing the ash off before he stepped onto the rug, Charlie beamed at Fleur and greeted her with a kiss on her cheek. Bill had wandered in, wearing an apron that prompted the reader to 'kiss the cook', which Fleur did before she excused herself to go and put Dominique to bed.
"Come on through, I've opened a beer."
Following Bill into the kitchen, Charlie accepted the beer and took a long sip, belching softly and making his brother laugh.
"So, what's up?"
"Does something have to be up?"
"Your hair is on end, so you've been tugging at it, which you always do when you're preoccupied, and there's a cut on your lip where you've been biting it."
Bringing his hand up to his mouth, Charlie swore and healed the little cut with a wave of his wand. "When did you get so observant?"
"I have a temperamental part-Veela for a wife – it pays to notice the little things," Bill joked, stirring herbs into the saucepan and leaning against the counter.
Charlie sank back against the cold-cupboard and sighed softly. He'd come here for Bill's advice, and there was no point beating around the bush. "I've met someone. He's a lot younger than me – earlier twenties – and he's someone that I know already. But, we've been bantering for a bit, and we get on well. I just… I don't know what to do, you know?"
"Does he seem like the kind of guy who will go nuts if you end things?"
"No, gods no. He's really laid-back. No, I didn't get any psycho vibes from him," Charlie confirmed, mentally smiling at the thought of Teddy going nuts.
"Then what can it hurt to find out?" Bill questioned, crossing to one of the cupboards and pulling out three plates. "Here, make yourself useful and set the table."
His brief conversation with Bill had been helpful, and Charlie settled down at his writing desk with the warm buzz of beer leaving an easy smile on his face. Pulling a scrap of parchment towards him, Charlie grabbed his favourite quill and brought it to his mouth, playing the end over his lip as he considered the best way to phrase his message.
Ref. WZ57398R Did you enjoy the
apple? I never did thank you for the compliments,
or return them, but I'm sure you know how good
you looked. If you're willing to show it, I'd love to
see more, and find out if it's true what they say
about Hornets fans being under-endowed.
Ref. WZ57398
Pleased with the message, Charlie wrote it up neatly and sealed the parchment, whistling through his teeth and attracting Ceres down from the top of the bookshelf, where she'd been crunching on something Charlie didn't want to picture. "This is for the Daily Prophet Personals box." She ruffled her feathers and hooted at him, a look in her eyes that Charlie could swear was condescending. "Look, you, less of the judging. Hopefully this will be the last one, and if it's that tiresome for you, I'll look into one of those gorgeous eagle owls." The jibe did its job, and though she pecked him on the ear rather more harshly than normal, Ceres stuck her foot out and allowed Charlie to attach the note. A brief moment of pressure as she spread her wings, and then Ceres launched herself from his shoulder and flew out of the open window.
Watching her until she was a dot on the horizon, Charlie warded his flat and ambled into his bedroom, stripping quickly and falling onto the bed. All he could do now was wait.
His ad had been in the morning edition, but when he dashed from his office at five to pick up the evening edition, there was no response. Charlie chased away the feeling of rejection by reminding himself that Teddy had a job of his own, and couldn't be expected to stay by the printing press waiting for an answer from Charlie.
As he was already down in the Atrium, Charlie reasoned he might as well go home. Though he took the evening edition of the Prophet home with him, Charlie tossed it onto the coffee table and ignored it all evening, choosing instead to do what his mother was always nagging him to do, and sort out his kitchen cupboards.
As such, he was elbow deep in jars of spices when the Floo roared into life, and Charlie swore under his breath as the sound made him jump, and he knocked a jar of ginger to the floor. Banishing the broken glass, Charlie pushed his sleeves back up as he jogged into the living room, falling still when he saw Teddy stood on his rug, looking perfectly at home. "Oh, hi."
"Hi," Teddy answered, waving the morning edition of the Prophet airily and shrugging out of his Auror cloak. "I didn't have time to respond, some idiot tried to rob Gringotts, and I spent all morning convincing the goblins to let him out of the vault. Is tonight a bad time?"
"Uh…" Charlie had forgotten just how close-fitting Auror robes were, and it took a surprising amount of effort to pull his eyes up from Teddy's stomach. Damn, but the other man was a perfect example of every quality Charlie liked in his bed-partners, and the more Charlie stared, the more he dissociated Teddy from childhood innocence, and associated him with adulthood debauchery. "No, it's fine. I'm messing about in the kitchen, come on through. Do you want a beer?" Charlie asked as he led Teddy into the kitchen, wishing that he hadn't made such a mess of the place that evening.
"No, thanks, but I'll have some water please."
"Not a problem," Charlie answered, grabbing a glass from an open cupboard and holding it under the tap.
As he turned to pass the glass to Teddy, he saw Teddy sniffing, a look of mild confusion on his face, which quickly morphed into a smirk. "Been playing with ginger, Charlie?"
"What… oh! No, I knocked the jar off when the Floo went, and haven't cleaned it up yet. I wouldn't use this cheap crap if I was playing with it."
Teddy smiled, accepting the water and sipping at it. Moving to clean up the spilt spice, Charlie paused when Teddy questioned him. "So, I was wondering, is there any particular reason you favour younger Doms, or was it just a random request?"
"Dunno," Charlie responded honestly as he squatted down to clean up the ginger with a wet tea towel. "The original ad wasn't quite my words, but I've been tending towards younger partners recently. I suppose that in my head I still think I'm nineteen, which probably plays a part. That and the fact you young 'uns are easy on the eyes, with your tautness and your lack of sagging and love handles."
"I don't know, you look pretty good from where I'm standing."
Charlie straightened up, turning round and meeting Teddy's eyes slowly. The atmosphere had changed from playful to electric in an instant, and Charlie shifted a little, to give the pooling heat in his groin room to be subtle. "Exactly; I don't want to be wasted on some balding fuddy-duddy!"
Laughing, Teddy set his glass down and crossed over to Charlie, eyeing him up and down like every predator-prey cliché Charlie could think of. "It would be a damn shame, for you to go to waste," Charlie shivered as Teddy's fingers ran down his arm, raising the skin into goose bumps as Charlie bit back a moan. Their eyes met briefly, and Charlie nodded an answer to the unspoken question Teddy was asking him. Relinquishing the tea towel in his hand, Charlie watched as Teddy ran long fingers up through his hair, making him hiss as Teddy tugged at it gently.
"Like that, do you?" The question had a teasing edge to it, and Charlie nodded that yes, he did indeed like that. His answer must have pleased Teddy, because Teddy stepped even closer and rested his forehead against Charlie's as he whispered, "Such a big, strong man. I bet you can take it rough, take it with no preparation and only spit for lube, and still beg me for more."
Whimpering, Charlie nodded slowly, bringing his hands up to rest on Teddy's shoulders. It felt like a defining moment, like his entire choice would be made in this second when he could either flatten his palms and push Teddy away, or curl his fingers and drag the man close. And, for his part, Teddy was staying perfectly still so as to let Charlie make the decision himself. Flexing his fingers up, Charlie curled them back down and pulled Teddy towards him, tipping his head to the side and pressing his lips against Teddy's. Charlie could feel the sharpness of a chap on Teddy's otherwise smooth bottom lip, and he flicked his tongue out gently to soothe it. As soon as he got a taste of Teddy, all pretence was lost, and Teddy's stillness forgotten as fingers tightened in Charlie's hair and he was shoved firmly against the cupboards.
Whatever dam had built between them – through the personals and the surprise revelation of each others' identity, through the teasing banter and the decisions as to viability of a relationship between them – burst with a bang as Charlie's back hit the cupboards, his hands desperately trying to explore as much of Teddy as possible without breaking their kiss.
For his part, Teddy was exploring just as insistently, and Charlie's clothes fastenings were infinitely easier to part than Teddy's, so it was no surprise that Teddy got to Charlie's skin first. Laughing softly as warm fingers flickered over his stomach, Charlie watched in fascination as Teddy broke the kiss and lowered his head, resting his teeth around Charlie's peaked nipple, a warning touch before Teddy bit down.
"Fu-u-ck!" Charlie whined, beyond anything more coherent as Teddy released his nipple and licked at the abused flesh slowly. The way the very tip of Teddy's tongue kept circling Charlie's nipple, before flattening and being dragged slowly over the pebbled flesh, was deliciously suggestive, and made Charlie's dick twitch in his jeans. Fingers flexing in Teddy's shirt, Charlie stopped thinking about it and opened his mouth to implore Teddy, "Please?"
"Please what?" Teddy straightened up, eyes dark and cheeks flushed with arousal. "Please anything?" Charlie nodded, groaning as Teddy dipped his head and licked Charlie from the hollow of his throat, up his neck and over his chin to nip his bottom lip teasingly. "Anything at all? Where do I start? Give me your hand." Charlie obliged, trying to catch Teddy's lips in a kiss as his palm was pressed against a firm bulge in Teddy's trousers. "I've been hard for you since I saw you in Zone; just the thought of you on your knees makes me ache. You're going to satisfy that ache for me, Charlie."
Hearing his name purred like that, in the quiet, commanding voice that Teddy had when he wasn't joking around, was enough to make Charlie murmur his agreement. Teddy stepped back then, business-like for a moment as he asked, "You're familiar with the traffic light system?"
"Yeah, I can use that."
"Good. I'm not aiming for extreme, not until we've sat down and talked about limits. But, better safe than sorry," Teddy finished, already back to lust-driven now the necessary precautions had been addressed. Without asking or announcing, Teddy resumed stripping Charlie, revealing what he would soon take ownership of in his own time. His eyes followed his fingers as he undid the rest of Charlie's clothes, pushing Charlie's shirt off his shoulders and dropping down to his knees, taking Charlie's trousers and boxer shorts with him. Charlie smirked at the low whistle that showed Teddy had found his tattoo, the smirk falling away into a moan of pleasure as Teddy's fingers wrapped around his prick, gently tracing the dragon tattooed on the side of his shaft. "That must have hurt?"
"Like a bitch," Charlie confirmed, closing his eyes as Teddy's fingers moved on to explore his balls, "But it was worth it."
"I agree. Now, enough talking. Where's the bedroom?"
The room was easy enough to find – it was one of the only two rooms Teddy hadn't been in, and considering the door to the bathroom was open, that only really left one choice – but Charlie wasn't about to point that out. Instead, he stepped forwards, leading the way into the bedroom and feeling Teddy's eyes on his arse the whole way. Charlie couldn't resist swaying his hips a little as he approached the bed, making Teddy laugh. About to turn around, Charlie got the wind knocked out of him as he was tackled to the bed, the ensuing flurry of limbs and grunts leaving him with his knees on the carpet and his torso on the bed, with his hands trapped behind his back, and Teddy sat on top of them.
A stinging slap broke the confusion, and Charlie cried out in surprise, immediately whimpering as Teddy's hand soothed over the stinging cheek.
"I don't think I got around to punishing you for the Hornets jibe."
"I take it back."
"Do you? Which one; that they're cheats, or that their supporters are under-endowed?"
"That they're cheats." Charlie couldn't resist the tease, and he paid for it dearly as a flurry of slaps landed on his arse. They were evenly matched in size and strength, so Charlie couldn't have wriggled free even if he'd wanted to. Instead, he just gasped and yelped as Teddy carried on spanking him, using both hands to thoroughly tan his arse and thighs.
When Charlie's arse felt like it was on fire, and must have reached a vibrant shade of red, Teddy's hands fell still against the heated skin, and Charlie let the chunk of duvet he'd bitten into fall from his mouth.
"The only problem is that now I can't see your lovely little freckles. I wonder if…" Charlie swore loudly as Teddy pinched his arse sharply, twisting the skin between his thumb and forefinger before letting it go. "Aaah, that's much better. Are there any other freckles on your tight arse?"
Charlie keened as Teddy carried on pinching his arse, making pain flare through him and driving Charlie mad with arousal. How Teddy knew he liked it so rough was beyond him, but safe-words were the furthest thing from Charlie's mind as he took the abuse and begged for more.
It was only when Teddy climbed off him that Charlie realised how constricted his breathing had been, and he took a few deep breaths as he lay still and waited for what would happen next. The sound of rustling fabric suggested that Teddy was stripping off, and Charlie fought his own urge to turn around and see the other man's body.
"Get up on the bed properly, knees underneath you and arse in the air. Let's see if you can show me any other freckles."
Following the order, Charlie balanced himself carefully before reaching behind him. Resting his palms against his arse, he paused for a moment before drawing his hands up. With his weight balanced on his folded legs and his upper torso, Charlie inhaled deeply as he took a pinch of buttock between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it up and out sharply and yelping into the duvet as pain flared through him. His own pinches were harder than Teddy's had been – he knew his own limits better right now – and Charlie used the sound of Teddy's laboured breathing as incentive to keep going, pinching and twisting until Teddy spoke again. "That's enough, Charlie. Hold yourself open; let me see you."
Flattening his palms against his arse, Charlie pressed down briefly, using the pressure to soothe the sting before he dug his fingers in and held his arse open. Charlie felt a flare of embarrassment at the position he was in, at who was watching him, but it was chased away by Teddy's fingertips tracing teasingly over his cleft. Charlie had a moment of stunning clarity, seeing in his mind's eye the image of Teddy licking his nipple, which was followed instantly by the sensation of a warm, wet tongue probing his arsehole. Startled, Charlie swore and lost his grip on his arse, earning a sharp slap to his thighs.
"Open, or I'll stop," Teddy threatened, causing Charlie to scramble to get a grip on himself – mentally and physically – and garner more of the sweet pleasure. When he'd pulled himself open again, Teddy's tongue returned to his arse, and Charlie fought not to wriggle and writhe. As confident and playful as the man himself, Teddy's tongue would plunge deep inside of Charlie but pull out just as quickly, scattering teasing little licks around the rim until Charlie was choking back cries and pleas for more. But worse than the teasing licks was the ache when Teddy pulled away, and Charlie flexed his fingers in his buttocks in a vain attempt to keep still.
"Accio lube," Charlie's bedside drawer creaked, and he heard the soft slap of the tube hitting Teddy's waiting palm. A faint tingle washed over him, and Charlie shivered at the sensation of protection spells being cast. Teddy's fingers trailed down his back, cold and slick with lubricant, taunting him with a gentle touch as Teddy promised quietly, "You'll want your hands up front, because I'm going to ride you through the mattress." Charlie moved his hands up front, balancing himself on his hands and knees and pushing his arse back at Teddy, silently begging him to climb on. "Do you want stretching," Charlie began to shake his head, "Or can you take it?"
"I can take it."
"Take what?" Teddy teased, the head of his dick rubbing teasingly over Charlie's entrance as he landed a few light slaps on Charlie's arse.
"Your cock, Teddy, please," Charlie answered, clenching his fingers in the duvet when Teddy's hands clamped down around his hips. There was a brief moment of stillness before Teddy entered him sharply, driving into Charlie and splitting him open. It felt incredible; Charlie pushed back into the thrust, wanting Teddy seated in him as soon as possible so that he could memorise every ridge and bump, every inch of Teddy's cock as it nestled inside him.
Teddy's thrusts came deep and fast, and as Charlie's body stretched to accommodate Teddy, he began pushing back harder into the thrusts, fingers clenching and unclenching as pleasure coursed through him. When one of Teddy's hands slid up his body and around his neck, Charlie rose up obediently, sitting on Teddy's lap and rolling his hips in a rapid rhythm. Teddy kept a hand around Charlie's neck, tilting his head back so that his forehead pressed into the back of Charlie's neck, and the other wrapped around Charlie's cock and stroked firmly, pulling Charlie into more defined rolls of his hips as they both grunted with exertion.
His skin felt too tight for his body, especially for his cock, and Charlie could feel his awareness shrinking down to nothing more than his cock and his arse, to the epicentres of the waves of pleasure. Trembling with the effort of holding his orgasm in, Charlie begged, "Please?"
"Not yet," Teddy answered, and Charlie felt his up-thrusts pick up pace. Teddy fucked up into him, bouncing Charlie almost painfully on his lap until finally, finally, Teddy whispered, "Come for me."
Charlie tossed his head back, half stunning them both as he sank down onto Teddy's cock and came, spilling creamy white over Teddy's tightly-clenched fingers as Teddy pulsed into him. Lax and sated, they half lay, half fell onto the mattress, Teddy's softening cock sliding free as he rolled onto his back, and Charlie rolled onto his front. Turning his head on the pillows, Charlie eyed Teddy appreciatively, liking the little flecks of orange that had spontaneously appeared in Teddy's otherwise-turquoise hair. "Wow."
"Tell me about it. Normally I'm a five-second wonder!"
"Liar," Charlie laughed, reaching out to prod Teddy affectionately. With nothing left to say for the moment, and no inclination to speak just for speaking's sake, Charlie shot Teddy a soft smile, and closed his eyes to get some much-needed sleep.
He only slept for a few hours – there were still a few dying strands of sunlight in the sky when Charlie opened his eyes again, but the bed was empty. Rolling onto his side, about to call out and locate Teddy, Charlie caught sight of a piece of parchment on the bedside table. Picking it up, he smiled as he read the personal ad.
Ref. WZ57398/Charlie Now that we've
settled the fallacy of Hornets fans being
under-endowed, we can discuss more important things,
like what your limits are and when exactly I can get
back inside your tight arse. They're replaying the
Cannons' relegation game on the wireless at nine;
care to join me for a pint and a curry?
Ref. WZ57398R/Teddy
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