Please porn up my birthday card with:
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Charlie/any man who doesn't cross into the squicks below (my tablet auto-corrected "squicks" to "quickies")
Kink(s): Outdoor sex
Anti-Kink(s) (AKA Squicks): Non-con, dub-con, chan, incest
Prompt: This might work better in July.

Claiming (member)

Title: Privacy over practicality
Pairing: Charlie/Neville
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~1,100 (sorry!)

“Shhh! Come on,” Neville whispers, pulling Charlie further down the hill into the Hogwarts grounds.

As Charlie follows, he can’t help but think that this might have worked better in July. If they’d had the nerve to approach one another when they first joined the staff last summer, the grounds would be bathed in balmy evening sunshine and the students would be safely out of the way until September.

Instead, they’re cloaked in inky darkness, and the bitter March chill is determined to make itself known. Charlie’s breath rises in in misty plumes and he can’t quite hold back a shudder.

Neville, meanwhile, seems unconcerned by the cold. “Quick!” he grins. He tugs at Charlie’s sleeve, imploring him to move faster.

They’re supposed to be patrolling the corridors, but it’s a pointless endeavour at this time of year: the hallways are chilly enough after dark to deter even the most determined of mischief-makers.

After another five minutes of slipping and sliding across the muddy grass, they finally reach their destination: the narrow alleyway between Greenhouses Three and Four. In a few months’ time, the air inside will be dense and humid, thick with sticky moisture. It’s too early for that, though. The glass is frosted in places and dewdrops gather in the spiderwebs which decorate the panes.

When Neville told Charlie he’d finally found somewhere private, Charlie had assumed that he meant a disused classroom. He certainly hadn't pictured this. Still, he’s not complaining: they’ve been trying to get their hands on each other for weeks with no success, and his patience has long since run out.

Being two of the most popular teachers in the school comes with a price: there’s always a line of students a mile long outside each of their private quarters. Neville’s friendly manner means he’s the go-to for all personal problems and friendship dramas, whilst Charlie’s students are forever bringing their ailing pets for him to cast an eye over. Between their teenage fan clubs and the way Peeves follows Charlie around, the best they’ve managed so far is a quick snog in the Restricted Section of the Library. It’s as if they’re teenagers again, just like their students.

Now that they’re finally alone together, Charlie’s almost nervous. That’s a first: Charlie never gets nervous. Before he has time to think about what that means, Neville gently nudges him backwards until he’s pushed up against the murky glass.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the first time we met,” Neville says. His voice is breathy and and his round cheeks are flushed pink with excitement; a far cry from the shyness Charlie’s been expecting.

“Do what?” he asks, thrown.

Neville simply smiles and drops to his knees. For all the innocence of his big blue eyes, he’s clearly much more experienced than he’s been letting on. He makes quick work of unfastening Charlie’s trousers before reaching inside with sure, nimble fingers to free Charlie’s cock.

“Oh,” Charlie murmurs.

His prick isn't quite hard yet, but that changes in an instant as Neville leans in and slowly runs his tongue along the underside. The gasp which escapes Charlie’s lips is equal parts surprise and pleasure; it’s been months since he last received a blowjob, and even this first teasing lick feels almost unbearably good.

“Yeah?” Neville asks, his lips pressed against Charlie’s shaft.

“Yeah.”

Neville flashes Charlie a blinding grin, then tilts his head up and runs the very tip of his tongue over Charlie’s slit, tasting the drop of pre-come which has gathered there. The sight of it triggers a rush of arousal so strong Charlie’s knees almost give way, and he moans in frustration when Neville pulls back.

His disappointment is short-lived, though. After a moment’s pause, Neville reaches up to curl his fingers around the base of Charlie’s cock. His firm grip and easy confidence are intoxicating; Charlie’s head is spinning, his body aching for more.

When Neville’s lips close around the head of his prick, Charlie can’t help but buck forward into the searing heat. Neville’s mouth is soft and almost sinfully warm, a stark contrast to the frigid air. He sets a steady rhythm, sucking lightly as he takes Charlie’s cock deeper and deeper with each bob of his head.

In no time at all, Charlie finds himself leaning heavily against the greenhouse wall, choking out a stream of broken praise between ragged breaths.

“Fuck, your mouth … so good, Nev…”

He tangles his fingers in Neville’s blond curls, desperately fighting the urge to take control and fuck his throat raw. The sight is too much to bear; he’ll come in no time if he’s not careful. He throws his head back in an effort to regain some composure, but it doesn’t help.

As he does so, a droplet of water hits his upturned face, interrupting his daze of pleasure. Another one quickly follows. Then another. Within seconds, Charlie and Neville are caught in a torrential downpour.

Before long, Neville’s hair is plastered to his forehead, but he never falters in his movements. He takes Charlie’s cock all the way down into his throat, until his nose is nestled in Charlie’s pubic hair, and holds it there. It takes every last shred of Charlie’s willpower not to thrust hard into Neville’s throat. Just as he’s about to lose control, Neville swallows.

“Oh, fuck!”

His throat flexes around the head of Charlie’s prick, squeezing in the most exquisite way, and Charlie falls apart. It’s too much, too good, too late, he’s reached the point of no return...

“Nev, I’m gonna … I’m—”

Charlie’s warning is lost to the force of his orgasm. It tears through him, a heady buzz of intense pleasure that radiates out from his balls to the very tips of his toes, and for a moment he forgets all about the rain.

Ever the pro, Neville swallows every drop Charlie’s release and continues to suck lightly on the head of his prick until he twitches away, spent and over-sensitive.

Victorious, Neville wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and tucks Charlie’s prick neatly away before getting to his feet. “That was fun,” he grins.

“It was brilliant,” Charlie agrees. “But what about you?”

Neville grimaces. “We’ve probably been gone too long already. Besides,” he adds, struggling to suppress a shiver, “we’ll catch our deaths out here at this rate!” He smiles, suddenly shy. “Maybe you can thank me tomorrow?”

“Definitely. Only I’ll find somewhere to do it indoors…”

With that, Charlie takes Neville’s hand in his and they begin the long, soggy walk back to the castle.

This was lovely! I really liked the bit about them being two of the more popular teachers. I can totally see students coming to Charlie with their pets! :D

Oh, I love them as teachers desperate for some privacy! And the problems of finding it at this time of year. And Neville knowing just what he was up to :)

Fab fic.

Guh!
Sweet and deliciously hot.
And I can only imagine how popular they would be as teachers.
No wonder they need some alone time, poor lads.
I love confident Neville as well! SO sexy. Unf.
I admit, I did giggle when it began to rain, though. :)
All in all a lovely fic. Great job!

Yummm, this is divine! I love Charlie being a little shy, and Neville being so carefree and forward! <3 Also, dang, a pro at sucking cock.

This was such a delightful read! I really love this pairing and that blowjob was HOT.

Yum I just adored this piece.

Omg, how did I miss this before?? Thank you so much for filling this and so lovely, too! I adore that Charlie was a bit nervous and I love the confident Neville. Yum I also totally loved the rain!!! Fabulous.