Title: "Sex 101 by Gideon Prewett (as Interpreted by Bill and Charlie Weasley)"
Author: pre_raphaelite1
Characters: Bill/Charlie, Augustus Rookwood/Gideon Prewett
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Weasleycest! Sex as seen/understood by under-tens
Themes/kinks chosen: Please the Mods! (chan, love, oral)
Word Count: 2110
Summary: It was all Uncle Gideon's fault. No, really. Well, mostly anyway. But it's easy enough to blame the dead, and oddly comforting too.
Author's notes: Thanks to marilla82 for the beta! And much love to LJ's Orlanstamos, aillil, and spessartine for whom I am deeply indebted for their characterizations of Charlie, Gideon, and Gus, respectively.

Sex 101 by Gideon Prewett (as Interpreted by Bill and Charlie Weasley)

It was all Uncle Gideon's fault. No, really. Well, mostly anyway. But it's easy enough to blame the dead, and oddly comforting too.

Bill was only six when he first learned of sex, what it was and why people did it “It's something people do with people they love, to make them feel good,” Gideon had explained. He was always an honest sort and rarely held anything back from his nephews. He even acknowledged that Augustus Rookwood was his special sleep-over/sex friend. Bill liked Gus- or Goose as he called him- but that Bill wasn't to tell people about the sleepovers. Sex was private, a secret, and “probably what your parents do when they shut their bedroom door from you lot on Thursday nights.” (When he was 12, Bill found out with startling, scarring clarity that it was just that and wished he'd never heard the name Mollywobbles.) Bill liked Goose and promised him that he wouldn't tell anyone that he slept with Uncle Gideon. For some reason, Gus wasn't pleased by this promise.

And if it were anyone else's fault, it was Goose's, though it had been a few years later that Bill and Charlie finally saw what sex was. Sneaky as always, the boys had used the fire to call Gideon's London flat, but rather than speaking straight away they were quiet- and saw. The two men on the sofa. Gus pressed down against Gideon, pressing, pressing. Gideon's legs pulled back toward his chest, head arched back, as he moaned, not in pain but like that first taste of Granny Annie's jam. So good and sweet. Bill looked at Charlie who looked at him then they both looked back, silent as hit wizards, and watched Gus push his penis- strangely swollen- into Gideon's butt. It pulled back out, glistening but clean, then shoved back in again, and again, and again. Every time it made Gideon arch and moan then he started to talk. Half-formed words that the boys could only occasionally understand: “please” and something that sounded like 'luck'. Gus nodded, his face flushed, then thrust faster, one hand reaching down to grab Gideon's equally swollen penis and start squeezing and pulling on it until Gideon cried out, body stiffening, twisting as he seemed to pee on himself. Bill and Charlie startled, wanting to go to Uncle Gideon who looked hurt, find out why Goose had hurt him, but the knowledge that they shouldn't have been spying kept them still. Only a few moments later Gus grimaced, almost silent but for a rush of air as he too hurt himself.

Bill found himself clenching Charlie's hand in worry for his uncle but his grip relaxed when Gideon smiled up at Gus and pulled him down for a kiss- no, for a snog because this was far more than they'd ever done in public, and Gideon had explained the extra focus and touching of a snog at the same time he'd explained sex. Bill, of course, had gone straight home and told Charlie all about it. But they'd then done more than talk, because kissing showed love and there was no one Bill loved more than Charlie, not even his stuffed erumpent Snort.

Charlie tugged at Bill's hand and they pulled back from the fire before the two men recovered enough breath and energy to start to move away from each other and see the two wide-eyed faces watching them from the fireplace. Bill looked at Charlie and Charlie looked at Bill. After a few moments of pregnant silence they both shook their heads. They didn't want to hurt each other, and Molly was suddenly calling for them from Ron's room and they scurried off before she came looking for them and saw the faint lingering flames in the fireplace.

When they climbed into bed that night, curling up together in Charlie's bed as usual, they talked about what they had seen, their worry about Gideon slowly fading with their fondness and trust in Goose. They had seen them together, not as graphically as today but enough to know that they behaved much like Granny Annie and Taid (Gideon, Fabian, and Molly's Welsh parents), the quiet comfort, the gentle touches when they thought no one was looking. Charlie asked if that meant that Taid did that to Granny Annie, and Bill said he'd suppose it did. Charlie made Bill promise that he wouldn't hurt him and Bill wrapped his littlest finger around Charlie's and so swore. Bill pressed his mouth to Charlie's little lips, and Charlie kissed him back then curled tightly around Bill, tugging on him so Bill rolled onto him, squishing him against the wall until Charlie sighed in contentment and quickly fell asleep, his older brother following him quickly into sleep, lulled by Charlie's snores in his ear.

Throughout the next several months they would sneak into the kitchen when their parents were otherwise occupied and the twins were locked in their room for a very noisy naptime. Quiet as they could be they'd peak through the fire to look in on Gideon's London flat, but were typically presented with an empty room, only the occasional sound of Gideon moving around in the kitchen beyond or the study above. But twice they found Gus and Gideon together again. Once they saw them but quickly pull back since they were both facing the fireplace.

But the other time, the other time they found Gideon on his knees before Gus, sucking on his penis. Gus' hands were twisted in Gideon's hair, urging him on, very quiet, nearly stifled moans falling from his mouth every time Gideon's mouth slid forward. He seemed to nearly swallow Gus' swollen penis before he pulled back again, licking over the tip of it with a quick, fluttering tongue. When Gus told Gideon to 'suck it', his mouth closed over his penis again and his cheeks hollowed, head bobbing quickly. Gus arched against the wall he was leaning against, hips rocking forward, thrusting to Gideon's head, into his mouth. With a rough voice, Gus murmured another request “Take out your cock. Touch it for me.”

Bill glanced to Charlie and mouthed, “Cock?” But Charlie only shrugged and wiped at his runny nose. He didn't know what it was either but when they soon found out when Gideon unbuttoned his trousers and pulled out his penis- his cock. His hand closed around it and started to pull, stroking it like Gus had done to it before. Both men were moaning now, good moans, happiness and pleasure- almost like the sound Charlie made when Bill smashed him against the bed or the one Bill made when someone pet his head. They watched, squirming a bit, mouths closed tightly to keep from making any noise themselves but they heard something scuffling behind them. Startled and guilty they stood up and spun around to find Percy staring at them. It required both of them to pounce on Percy, one broken plate, and a good deal of threats about bed-wetting and egg-throwing before Percy pinkie-promised not to tell.

It was a few days before they tried it the first time, Bill the more adventurous one insisting that he'd go first, putting Charlie's little cock into his mouth for the first time, sucking and licking and accidentally scraping it with his teeth and making Charlie push him away. It was a few years before they really understood how to bring each other off this way, how to lick and suck each other to hardness then to completion, and more importantly they learned how not to get caught at doing it.

Bill hated his first two years at Hogwarts, not comfortable sleeping alone and missing Charlie so much that he ached with it, nearly as much as he missed Uncle Gideon and Uncle Fabian who had been murdered just before he started Hogwarts. He missed Gus too- accused of things Bill couldn't even fathom, things he couldn't believe of the posh, quiet Goose. But there was an emptiness when Charlie wasn't with him, wasn't within reach of him in the middle of the night. Bill learned quickly that they weren't like other brothers, closer than others. But Charlie's first nights at Hogwarts had found him crawling into Bill's bed in the middle of the night after a brave attempt to remain on his own with the other boys of his year. Experienced as he was with Percy, Bill knew that a few good pummeling and threats would be enough to keep his friends quiet about these nights.

And he knew the spells that would keep the bed quiet too, privacy charms to seal the red bedcurtains and soundproofing charms to ensure nothing was overheard. Charlie would squirm on the bed, discomforted until Bill would lay on top of him, familiar weight pinning him to the bed. It wasn't sexual, this pressing of their lanky bodies together, Bill all legs and Charlie longer armed and broader shoulders even at twelve. At least it didn't start out sexual, but the squirming gradually changed into slow rocking, rubbing groins together as Bill murmured soft reassurances to Charlie's ear. The warm breath against the shell of his ear made Charlie shiver, made him grow hard, made him whimper.

Charlie's arms wrapped around Bill's neck, twisting into his hair when Bill started to kiss him, gentle at first, questioning. And when Charlie's lips parted to his, Bill moaned, his tongue questing into Charlie's mouth, sweeping through it, sliding over his tongue. Charlie tasted of toothpaste and home, and Bill encouraged Charlie's tongue into action. They danced and parried, years of experience guiding their rhythm and depth as their erections grew against one another.

Charlie broke the kiss and thrust his hips up to Bill's as he pleaded, “Bill, please. Love you- please. Want your mouth.”

Flashing a boyish smile down at his brother, Bill nodded. “Alright.”

Bill wriggled down Charlie's body, tugging his pajama pants down, the fabric bunching down his legs, snitches printed on it fluttering in objection.

“Give me your cock too. Do it together, Bill.”

This elicited a groan from Bill who had spent far too long wanking in the showers at Hogwarts while thinking of Charlie's mouth- other mouths too, boys and girls alike, Owen Wood's mouth especially, occasionally Uncle Gideon's, but mostly Charlie's. He scrambled back and pulled his blue boxer-briefs off and tossed them carelessly to the side then hurriedly and shamelessly turned around on his side, putting his face level with Charlie's cock and his own cock in front of Charlie's freckled face. Bill tugged Charlie to his side then licked over one of his thighs then up to his balls, the skin just starting to darken a little. He mouthed over them as Charlie immediately sucked Bill's erection into his mouth. Gasping, Bill arched back, thrusting his hips forward until Charlie placed his hand on Bill's hips to push him away again.

“E-easy- I'm not- not going anywhere, Billy Goat,” Charlie spluttered.

Bill's ears turned pink with embarrassment and he muttered an apology then laved over Charlie's cock with slow drags of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. Charlie did the same and their redheads bobbed quickly, lips tight and tongues undulating around stiff cocks while their hands gripped at each other's hips and arses. Charlie shuddered at the sounds they made together: the wet slurping and muffled moaning; hungry, dirty sounds that meant he and his brother were together again, were loving each other again. He orgasmed when Bill's tongue swept over the tip of his cock as one of his hands tightened on his arsecheek, spreading his arse apart, stretching it. His moan was echoed by Bill, louder, stronger, then he came, spurting his salty release into Charlie's mouth. Charlie's brow wrinkled slightly but he swallowed as he could, too distracted by the heated pleasure running through him to care about what dribbled from his mouth and down his chin.

They lay there panting, breath rushing in uneven puffs over spit-slicked cocks. Finally, Charlie whimper and tugged at Bill to get him to turn around, which he did after a few moments. He laid half on Charlie, skin flushed and hot to the touch. Charlie twisted his legs around Bill's and held him close. He mumbled to Bill's cheek, something incoherent even to Charlie's ears.

Bill groaned and murmured back, “I love you too.”

“Brodyr?”

“Brodyr. Yn wastad.”



Translation from the Welsh: Brodyr = Brothers; Yn wastad = Always


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