Charlie Weasley in the Hogwarts Quidditch Locker Rooms with a Golden Snitch Title: Solo with the Snitch Author:chyldofeternity Character: Charlie Weasley Location: Hogwarts Quidditch Locker-rooms Object: Golden Snitch Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 1325 Disclaimer: If I owned, there’d be more scenes like these in the books. Sadly I don’t *sighs* Author's Notes: A big thank you to my betas (you know who you are!) that really helped me with this and are the best betas ever! Also I really want to say a big thanks to the mods for putting on this fest as it’s really helped me get more confident about putting my own work out there! Thanks!
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Charlie Weasley smirked to himself as he entered the Hogwarts Quidditch locker-room, his ears still ringing from the announcer loudly proclaiming Gryffindor the winners of the final game of the year. He had spent half an hour after the game still on the pitch, accepting a multitude of hearty congratulations, numerous slaps on the back, and quite a few discreet gropes of his ass and crotch by people in the crowd. Since he had been delayed so long, the changing area was deserted as he entered to get changed.
Glancing around to make sure that he was alone, Charlie slowly raised his right hand and opened his fist to look at the tiny golden ball held within. The Golden Snitch was the prize that all Seekers sought during a Quidditch match, but Charlie was the only one this year to have caught it at every single game his team played. Not bad for a final year at school. Now it was time for him to enjoy the Snitch in a whole new way.
Placing the Snitch on the shelf in his locker, Charlie quickly undid the clasps of his team robes, shucking the clothing and leaving them hanging on the hook below the shelf. His boots and pants were next, shed onto the cold tile floor. Snatching the Snitch from its resting place, Charlie turned to head towards the showers. There was something he had always wanted to do and since this would be his last chance, he was going to do it now.
He stepped into the showers and turned on several taps, allowing more hot water than he needed to spray down and create a nice warm fog. Standing underneath one of the showerheads, the second eldest Weasley slowly rolled his shoulders and his head in circles, working out the kinks in his upper back. He could feel his muscles relaxing as he slowly stretched them out of their tensed positions. So much time on a broom was hard on the back, and Charlie could feel the need for a good massage.
Slowly relaxing underneath the hot water, Charlie brought up his right hand to examine the golden object resting in his palm. He watched as the Snitch’s wings unfurled and started to flap lightly. He shifted his grip, using his thumb on the bottom and his pointer and index fingers on the top of the spherical object. This allowed the wings to flutter free, but he kept it well within his grip.
Letting his eyes drift shut, Charlie brought the fluttering wings to his face, feeling them beat feather-light against his nose, cheeks, and lips. The feeling was unique, and he had noticed it every time he had caught the Snitch during Quidditch matches. They were made from some sort of magical alloy but didn’t feel metallic at all. In fact, the gentle brush of the wings over his face felt just like the soft caress of a lover’s touch after too much time apart. A soft gasp echoed from between the Seeker’s full red lips at the sensation. He had never thought it would be so intense!
Arching his neck and letting his head tilt back so that the water was falling on his face and hair, Charlie slowly moved the flapping wings down along the column of his throat. The repetitive patting of the wings against his pulse, the two rhythms seeming to move in counterpoint to one another, was more arousing than he ever considered it might be. Charlie could feel his body already becoming aroused, his heavy cock slowly filling with blood as the sensations ran down his nerve endings.
His grip never faltered as he slowly moved the Snitch lower and lower until it came to his nipples. His chest was well defined after so many years of Quidditch training, and as such was too broad for the wings to caress both nipples simultaneously. That did not stop the Gryffindor from first letting the feathery appendages beat against his right nipple until it was a stiff peak before he moved it over to the other side. Repeating the process, Charlie felt his left nipple quickly join its twin in stiffness. Biting his bottom lip softly, the seventeen year old wizard brought his left hand up to fondle and pinch his nipples to heighten his arousal.
His right hand continued to move the Snitch over his torso, as if he had no control over his own appendage. Slowly, he trailed the golden ball over his abdomen, his taut muscles reflexively tightening at the light fluttering sensation on his skin. A moan crawled free from his throat, the husky sound echoing through the steamy, empty shower room. Charlie felt his cock become erect, and knew that it would be quite the sight should anyone happen to walk in on him, but he was too far gone to care at this point.
His mind was awash in the sensations as the Snitch’s wings flapped against his pelvis. The bare skin, shaven clean after he had lost a bet, was hyper sensitive as the wings pat-patted against his body. His uncut cock was jutting forward proudly, parallel with the floor thanks to the arousing sensation of the magical object playing over his flesh. He could feel his erection throbbing, begging for some attention or relief from the torture that was being inflicted upon it.
Biting his lip harder to stifle any noise he might make, Charlie slid the Snitch lower. However, at the first touch of wings upon his tumescent shaft, the powerfully built Gryffindor lost all hope of remaining quiet. The shout of pleasure he let forth was so loud that it echoed for several seconds as Charlie lost his balance and slumped backwards against the wall. His body started to writhe, hips thrusting forward to rub his cock along the Snitch. His right hand continued to move the sphere around, first holding it along the top of his cock, and then pressing down so that the wings were wrapping around his dick on each flap. He moved the golden Snitch to the underside of his throbbing organ, the wings buzzing against the sensitive ridges and veins, hitting all of the veins that ran along the bottom of the thick organ.
As he continued to use his right hand to guide the Snitch to where he wanted it, Charlie slowly started to rub his cock with his left hand. He was careful not to give himself too much pressure right now; otherwise he knew he’d erupt all over the shower’s floor in an instant. Instead, moving on instinct, Charlie brought the Snitch back up to his nipples and allowed the soft wings to rapidly hit his sensitive peaks. His left hand wrapped strongly around his shaft and began a swift pace.
He couldn’t keep back his moans, so he didn’t waste his energy trying. Instead he allowed himself to grunt heavily as he fucked his own fist while trailing the Snitch all over his torso. It didn’t take him much longer to reach his climax, but that was what his aim had been when he first brought the Snitch into the shower with him. With only a handful more strokes, Charlie found himself climaxing powerfully, his throbbing member shooting stream after stream of thick white fluid into the air. Using those reflexes that made him such a great Seeker, Charlie held the Snitch out so that his release landed on the golden ball. Smirking, he watched as the fluid sank into the metallic skin.
Turning the Snitch and the showers off, Charlie headed back out to his clean clothes. Setting the Golden Snitch onto the locker’s shelf once more, he started to towel his body dry, his skin still slightly flushed from its earlier exertion.
Now to put it back into the supply box for the next Seeker to continue the tradition, was his thought as he got redressed.