Fic: Who Needs A 1st Date: Charlie/Neville NC-17 Title: Who Needs a First Date? Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Charlie/Neville (passing references to Neville/Ernie McMillian, Oliver Wood/Dennis Creevey, Viktor Krum/Harry, Charlie/Oliver, Charlie/Roger Davies, Charlie/Viktor) 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: Neville has to share a room and a bed with Charlie. It turns out to be enjoyable for both wizards. Warnings: Frottage while half asleep, Rimming Word Count: 2859 Author's Notes: I tried to get in as much of what you requested as the boys would allow, i.e. No established relationship, tangled in bed clothes, frottage, rimming, etc. I wish I could have got more in, regardless I hope you enjoy it. Also, a huge Thank You to my Betas Tara_Chan and Mal. They were wonderful all through the writing of this. A/N 2: This is the fic written for HP Yule Balls.
“Neville, dear, I’m afraid Ron’s room is a bit overcrowded with George in there as well. So you’ll have to sleep with Charlie.” Molly had turned and was already showing Augusta to Fred and George’s room. Charlie didn’t care what anyone else called it now; it would always be the twins’ room, not simply George’s. Thus she missed Neville’s face turning pink and the happy suspicion forming in Charlie’s eyes.
Rising to his feet quickly and striding across the room, he clamped one hand on Neville’s shoulder, the other busy adjusting himself. “C’mon, kid. Let’s get you to bed.” Oh, yes! He was interested, Charlie thought. The proof was evident in the flush spreading across Neville’s cheeks and the bob of his Adam’s apple when Neville came to the realization that nothing came between Charlie and his denims.
Following Neville up the stairs, he cast a glance back at his father dousing the candles that lit the tree with his wand and then turned his attention back to the view above him. Different from what he was used to, it was no less appealing for it. Neville was not Charlie’s usual type, that being fit blokes who’d drop to their knees for Charlie’s cock. But that had begun to lose its appeal, even before Viktor had decided that he preferred messy haired wizards. The urge to bed Quidditch-fit wizards had all been extinguished by his last liaison as well. Roger Davies had been proof that so-called straight boys could really suck cock with the best of them, but when it came down to it Charlie couldn’t be fussed to actually shag him after. Not that Charlie left him completely unsatisfied; a quick, but brilliant, hand job—the quality of which Wood could attest to—and they were done. Charlie hadn’t missed Oliver’s smirk either as his old fuck buddy led the Creevey boy to Bill’s old room. Another old lover was settling down, maybe it was time for him to consider it also.
It was very evident, once they reached the room and the upstairs bath, that Neville was an only child. Otherwise, he would not have let George, then Ron, and then Percy of all people, beat him to the bath. Which left poor Neville, sleep clothes in hand, sitting dazedly on the edge of the bed next to a mostly undressed Charlie.
"You can change in here, you know. The bath is best left for other things." Neville nodded and moved to the corner of the room, his back to Charlie, and slipped out of his clothes. The Weasleys were not a modest family in terms of occasional glimpses of one another in the altogether. How could they be, with so many people in one house? Certainly Charlie wasn’t, but he found Neville’s modesty unexpectedly appealing. In was in perfect keeping with the young man he had begun to know. So Charlie, being something of a gentleman, didn’t look until he was fairly positive that Neville at least had boxers on. After that, it was open view as far as he was concerned. Now this he liked; just the right mix of lankiness, flat planes, soft spots. Then there was that arse! Not bothering to hide his frank appraisal nor approval when Neville turned back around, he patted the bed.
“Are you any good at Transfiguration? I’d change this to two beds, but it was never my strong suit.” Sleeping alone, he amended silently, not Transfiguration.
Neville shook his head, as Charlie knew he would do.
“Well guess we’ll just have to kip together. Or I can sleep on the sofa downstairs?”
“No, no.” Neville shook his head again. “It’s all right.”
Charlie grinned and slipped under the covers, enjoying the wide eyed look and the flush that crossed Neville’s face when he tossed his boxers to the floor. Silently, Neville padded to the other side of the bed and slid under the sheets. Companionably, Charlie slung an arm around his side. “So kid, got any plans for Boxing Day?”
“What? No, not really. Just working in the Greenhouse. It has been fairly neglected in the past few months.” Charlie knew full well the reason for the inattention of Neville’s beloved plants. Tracking down the rest of the Death Eaters was not an easy task, yet unlike Ron or Harry, Neville hadn’t seemed to become the slightest bit hardened or cynical about it. Nor did he see it as anything to brag about or use to his advantage, and well he could. Unlike Harry, Neville was going to sit for his seventh year again. No shortcuts to an Auror or, in Neville’s case, Master Herbologist, for him. All of which made Charlie want him more.
“How about you let me take you for a pint and a bite in the afternoon? Can’t spend all day tangled up in leaves.” And fuck if that didn’t conjure an image and make his cock twitch.
“Yeah, it’s a date.” Neville craned his head. “Unless I’m misreading you and you just wanted to have a drink with a mate instead?”
“A drink with a friend was not what I was planning.” He let a thumb slide, oh so casually, down Neville’s side. The things he could do with that bit of flesh, he thought.
“Good. I was rather hoping it wasn’t.” Neville should have been sure before then, but Charlie suspected that he might have been distracted by his thumb rubbing in lazy circles on Neville’s hip.
“A date,” he confirmed. Sighing, he pulled the covers up over both of them and with a flick of his wand extinguished the lantern. “Right now, sleep. Mum won’t be happy if we’re too groggy to eat her Christmas breakfast.” And he reminded himself Neville was different, so slow was the way to go. Slow and easy, he thought as he shut his eyes.
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Charlie opened his eyes only aware of two things; it was still dark and there was a warm body grinding against his own. Fuck! That felt good! It was the only thought his sleep-addled brain could muster. The hard cock sliding against his own length didn’t help muddle his thoughts any less. Charlie had never been good at thinking when his cock took over. Luckily his body knew what to do. Charlie’s hips started up a languid grinding motion that his partner soon matched, helped by Charlie’s grip on him. Neville’s arms and legs were wrapped tightly around him, tighter than he ever thought possible. He could feel that familiar tingle building in his balls. Then what felt like a third arm snaked around and a finger began strumming along his entrance making Charlie hum. Charlie brought one hand up to the other man’s head, blindly fumbling until his fingers tangled in the soft strands. Nose and chins bumping, teeth clacking, it took a couple of frantic tries at alignment and then Neville’s mouth was under his own.
Now Charlie was in control; when his tongue slid along Neville’s, he could feel the other man let Charlie have dominance. There were many things he was good at, but taking charge in bed was at the top of the list. Pulling Neville on top of him, he heard something like a tear, but as Neville didn’t stop sucking on his tongue, he ignored it. Holding Neville firmly, he ground against him in a circular rhythm, the other wizard matching him in a few seconds, and then the hand that had been behind him was grasping both of them. He could feel the slickness on the fingers, and damn if Neville wasn’t good with his hands. He knew how to tease, rubbing the slit and causing Charlie to leak even more. His own fingers found Neville’s entrance and explored, teasing and fucking Neville with his fingers and then Neville was coming in great gasp. Charlie knew he wasn’t going to last either; he’d been fighting a hard on and the need for a good wank ever since Neville had arrived and now this. The warm spurts coated his fingers and Charlie’s cock, and fuck if that didn’t set Charlie off too, bucking against the younger man until he was soft.
Momentarily satisfied, Charlie found his wand with practiced ease and waved it to light the lantern. Bleary eyed, he smirked as he realized that he was going to have to buy his Mum some new bed linens. Well at least now he knew what had torn. So much for Neville having multiple hands, he thought and then grinned. He’d have to see if he could get tangled up with Neville again.
“All right, kid?” He cocked a brow because he hadn’t meant to take advantage of the boy, not that Neville seemed to mind.
“Never better, unless my putting out before our first date puts you off?” Neville grinned at him. “Still want to date me?”
“Kid, you keep that up, and I won’t want to date you. I’ll want to take you back to Romania with me.” And damn if that wasn’t a nice idea.
“Oh! Got more to show me?” There was a bit of a challenge mixed with something else in Neville’s voice.
“Kid, I got a lot to show if you’re up for it. What it’s like to come from a cock inside of you.” No point beating around the bush, he figured. He liked Neville but if they were going to get anywhere outside of bed, it’d help to know that Neville was willing and ready inside of it as well. And not just when he was acting from sleep-induced instinct.
“I’d say the question is, are you up to it?” Neville’s hand found and stroked Charlie in time with the question. “And what makes you think I don’t already know how that feels?”
“Fuck kid, you’re not a virgin? The way you look?” Well, his mum had said something about the quiet ones. He shook his head. No more thinking about his mother when he had a randy bloke in bed with him. Neville roared with laughter, his head thrown back, and Charlie instantaneously decided he wanted to hear more of that too. “No, Ernie McMillian shagged me pretty much all over school in sixth year. Eventually he even learned to use a silencing charm.”
Charlie smirked. “A little loud was he?”
Neville shook his head, still chuckling. “Not him, me. I’m pretty vocal when I’ve got a cock in me.”
Hurriedly Charlie raised his wand and cast a few spells to ensure that no one would hear, and then he leered at Neville. “Let’s see how loud I can make you get.”
Neville gave one more stroke to Charlie’s cock, tiling his head as he did so. “How do you want me?
“Eventually I’ll want you on your back, legs over my shoulders with my name on your lips.” He easily flipped his lover over on his stomach and continued, “But right now, I want you like this. I’ve wanted to taste your arse the moment you waked in the door.”
“Taste?” The brown haired man squeaked.
“Your Ernie never did that, did he? Well then you’re in for a treat. We both are. First,” he flicked his wand, “I’ll need to clean you up.” Charlie smile turned feral as Neville groaned under the cleansing spell. Sliding his hands down the sides of Neville’s torso, Charlie held firm when Neville started to shy away. “Nothing to be ashamed of, kid. I like these.” To emphasize, he pinched the soft flesh. “There’s a reason they’re called ‘Love Handles’, because they give me a place to hold onto and do this.” With a quick motion, Neville was pulled up to his knees, arse in the air with his head cradled on the pillow.
Without another word, Charlie leaned forward and licked a long, slow swipe up Neville’s crack, causing Neville to moan into his crossed arms. “Like that?
“God Charlie!” If that wasn’t quite a ‘Yes’, any doubts were displaced by Neville arching his arse back toward Charlie. Charlie chuckled at the response, and began to lick at Neville in earnest. When the pucker fluttered open, Charlie quickly inserted the tip of his tongue, gluing his mouth to Neville’s backside and sucking.
“Shite!” Neville’s hands clawed at the sheets, and Charlie knew he had him. Palms on Neville’s arse cheeks, Charlie spread them apart, pressing his face against Neville. Licking and sucking at the hole, he rubbed his stubble against the other man’s tender flesh, growling when Neville pushed back insistently for more.
If Neville wanted more, he’d get it, Charlie thought. Rearing his face back he grinned as a trickle of saliva dribbled out and down Neville’s arse. Quickly and efficiently performing a lubricating spell on his fingers, he pushed one in. Charlie slid it back and forth carefully, exploring until he found the mass of nerves he’d been searching for. When Neville bucked at the touch, Charlie pushed his mouth back against his lover, tongue fucking him in tandem with that finger. He was sure now that Neville wouldn’t mind a bit of playing, so he nipped and chewed playfully around the hole until Neville was squirming. Releasing him once more, Charlie slicked himself with the warm lubricant and in one long, slow thrust seated himself inside Neville’s arse.
God, he felt incredible, Charlie thought, all nice and tight, soft and warm. Charlie knew to be tender and patient, especially when just introducing someone to his cock, but Neville didn’t have the need for gentleness. He arched his back and wriggled underneath him, making Charlie want to make it last and stay buried as deep as possible inside him. He pushed Neville flat on his stomach and covered him with his own body, needing as much contact at possible. Damn it, Neville was making him break all of his rules; no shagging in his parent’s house and no kissing. Yeah, he thought, he’d already kissed Neville but he’d been half asleep then. But now, with Neville grinding his arse back onto him, Charlie found himself kissing his lover. He couldn’t resist nipping at Neville’s throat, marking him as his own. No one had taken his cock like Neville had, which only egged Charlie on. Pulling out abruptly and flipping Neville over, he picked the younger man up and sat him on the dresser. “I can really drive into you at this angle. That alright with you?”
Neville reached for him and that was all the answer Charlie needed. The dresser was almost the perfect height; all he had to do was bend his knees just a bit. Aligning himself, he pushed his cock back inside. Neville groaned and lifted his legs for Charlie. Charlie grabbed Neville’s thighs and used them to pull the man onto his cock; then pushed him back rolling him further against the wall so he could drive his shaft in deeper. Neville’s fingers found Charlie’s shoulder within seconds of Charlie’s cock finding his gland. Charlie bucked and pistoned his cock in and out even harder, urged on by the scratching of Neville’s blunt nails on his flesh. “Fuck, baby. I’m going to have to tie you up next time.” And damn, if Neville’s eyes didn’t glaze and his hole didn’t clench at that threat. “Like that, would you?”
Charlie didn’t wait for an answer. He already had it. It was something to look forward to. Right then, all he could focus on was Neville clenching around him, which was better than the priciest Knockturn Alley rent boy, milking his cock like he’d been made for Charlie. But he was in charge of this fuck, not Neville. That could wait for another time, he thought. Holding Neville in place, he set to work giving him the fuck of a lifetime— slamming into and against Neville’s prostrate on each inward thrust, slapping his arse each time he pulled almost all the way out. Soon Neville’s groans turned to grunts. The grunts then became shouts until Neville came, shooting spurts of come on and over Charlie’s shoulder. His arse clenched around Charlie’s cock as each wave of his orgasm rolled through him, and Charlie couldn’t hold off any longer. With a roar, he emptied his balls up Neville’s velvet channel, biting down hard on the man’s shoulder as he came.
Holding Neville close as his own legs weakened and he struggled for breath, he stroked Neville’s legs until they were both calm and, at least momentarily, sated. Looking at the marks on Neville’s neck and shoulder, he felt an overwhelming sense of possessiveness. He wanted everyone to know he’d had Neville and that they were together as a couple. What if Neville didn’t want the same though? He raised his eyes to his lover’s face, only to see Neville grinning and pushing his hair out of his eyes. "Wow! If that's what I get before our date, I can't wait to see what happens after."
Charlie chuckled and carried him back to bed, nipping lightly at his lip. "Me either." He smirked. "Tell me kid, did your Ernie have a toy chest?"