A gift for ghot! Author: ??? Giftee:ghot Title: Top Marks Pairing: Percy/Charlie Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 6,642 Warnings: Incest, Percy is 14 Disclaimer: Not mine. I only make them do naughty, naughty things… Summary: Percy doesn't know much about sex. Charlie teaches him. Getting an O has never been so much fun… Notes: Thank you so much to my betas, who absolutely rock.
The door to Charlie's dormitory was locked, but Charlie had told Percy how to get in his dorm if he ever needed to get away for a while. Charlie's roommates were hardly ever there except to sleep – they had girlfriends and Quidditch and studying and all sorts of other things that seventh-years were busy with. When there was anyone in the room, it was Charlie, and most of the time he wasn't there either.
Charlie's dorm was a place where Percy could go to get away from the exuberance of his own roommates and the tricks of the twins, who seemed to take a special delight in torturing Percy, as they had today. So Percy had gathered his books and walked up two levels to Charlie's dorm, not expecting anyone to be there.
But when he opened the door, Percy saw that Charlie's room wasn't unoccupied at all. In fact, it was very much occupied.
Charlie was here. And Charlie was with someone, in the way that a boy is with his girlfriend, except Charlie was in here naked with another boy, who was also naked, and Charlie was on his hands and knees with the other boy's… inside him. Percy was a bit surprised that they'd managed to fit it where it was fitting, but Charlie didn't seem to be in pain at all, so Percy decided it probably wasn't a bad thing. Though he still wasn't quite sure how it was all working.
"Hi," Percy said, feeling like he ought to let Charlie know that he was there, that Charlie had been seen. "Sorry."
Charlie's head whipped around, as did the other boy's, and they stopped moving.
"I'll go now," Percy said, starting to back out of the door.
"Did you need me?" Charlie asked. His face was a bit red, but he was apparently trying to be a good big brother and make sure Percy was okay, which made Percy feel good.
"No," Percy said, then changed his mind suddenly. "Well, yes. But not right now. Can you come find me? Later?"
"Of course," Charlie said. Percy thought it must be very uncomfortable to be in that position with his little brother looking at him, but Charlie seemed to be taking it all in stride. Though nothing ever seemed to rattle Charlie, so it was only expected that this shouldn't either.
"Okay," Percy said. He started to shut the door, then opened it again. "You'd better make sure you change the wards, so nobody else comes in."
"I will, Percy," Charlie said. The other boy's forehead was resting between Charlie's shoulder blades, and it looked like he was trying not to laugh. Percy wondered if it felt funny inside Charlie, as the boy was shaking a little.
"Bye," Percy said, and just before the door shut completely, he added, "Have fun."
He could hear them start to laugh once the door was closed, and Percy pressed his ear to the door so he could hear them.
"Will he tell anyone?" That was the boy, because Charlie's voice was deeper.
"Nah. He's a good one," Charlie said. "He won't say anything."
I won't, Percy promised silently. It felt good that Charlie trusted him with this secret, and Percy wouldn't tell anyone. With a light heart, Percy ran down the steps and headed for the library to study until Charlie came to find him.
Charlie was late for dinner, but he came to sit beside Percy with the fourth-years instead of up at the end of the table with the seventh-years. He mostly talked Quidditch with Oliver, but Percy was happy that Charlie was there, sitting beside him. Charlie was the only one who didn't seem to mind how particular Percy was, and how he wanted everything just so. Charlie was the only one Percy didn't mind in his room at the Burrow, because Charlie always left everything just as it was supposed to be and didn't make fun of Percy for organizing his books just like the London Wizarding Library did.
Charlie had even taken Percy to the London Wizarding Library twice last summer, once just after school finished and once for Percy's fourteenth birthday, and Percy had had the best time wandering around. He always was able to find Charlie, though. Charlie was always in the section on dragons. People kept saying that Charlie was going to be a great Quidditch star when he took his NEWTs at the end of this year, but Percy knew Charlie wasn't going to try out for any of the teams.
He had kept the dragon secret for Charlie. He'd keep this one too.
After dinner, Percy followed Charlie up to Charlie's room, which was empty again. They sat on Charlie's bed, which smelled as though Charlie had used all the cleaning spells he knew and then used them again for good measure, and Charlie let Percy sit with his back to the headboard, while he sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed.
"So did you want to talk about what you saw this afternoon?" Charlie asked with his usual bluntness.
Percy nodded and wrapped his arms around his knees.
"How about you ask questions, and I answer them?" Charlie said. "That way you find out what you want to know, and I don't tell you anything you didn't want to hear."
"That sounds logical," Percy said. He bit his lip and thought about where he wanted to begin. Charlie waited patiently, and that was another thing about Charlie that Percy liked. He never rushed Percy, but let him think things through and say things in his own time.
Charlie got out a couple of Chocolate Frogs and handed one to Percy. After they'd eaten their frogs and compared their cards, Percy began.
"When I was twelve, that summer… Dad talked to me about sex."
Charlie immediately looked sympathetic. "With the conjured images of the cock and vagina coming together… yeah, we all get that."
Curious, Percy asked, "Did you ever think it was Mum and Dad's…"
"No!" Charlie exclaimed, eyes screwed shut and an expression of horror on his face. "Never thought that! Never!"
"Yes, you did," Percy said, starting to laugh.
"I did," Charlie said, though he sounded as though he had a bad taste in his mouth. "And I promptly tried to forget it, so thank you for bringing that mental image back into my brain."
"It's not easy to forget," Percy said, shuddering.
"It'll be a wonder if any of us kids get married, with images of that floating around our brains," Charlie said. He paused, then added, "Not that I'd get married anyway."
"So you only like boys then?" Percy asked, taking the opening Charlie provided.
"Seems that way," Charlie said. "Never met a girl I wanted to fuck. What about you?"
"I haven't decided yet," Percy said, suddenly feeling very uncertain. "I didn't… Dad didn't make it sound as though there were any options but a girl. Woman. Female. I just thought… I don't know. Don't they have books on this? I could read a book."
Charlie laughed. "I doubt they have any books they'd lend to fourteen-year-olds. Look, ask me anything you want, and I swear I'll answer."
"Anything?" Percy asked, doubtfully.
"Anything," Charlie promised. He stretched out his arms. "Fire away."
"How does it fit?" Percy asked before he could stop himself. "How does it not hurt?"
"Ah. I've two words for you. Lubrication and stretching," Charlie said, holding up two fingers. "And before you ask, yes. There are spells to help."
Then Charlie began to explain in detail about the arsehole and the prostate, and what fingers could do to a prostate and what a penis could do to a prostate with the right kind of lubrication. It was all very fascinating, and Charlie punctuated his explanation with a great many obscene hand movements. But it didn't feel dirty because Charlie was just trying to teach him, like a good big brother.
"Have you done it both ways?" Percy asked, once Charlie seemed to be finished with his paean to the prostate.
"Oh, yes," Charlie said. "Both are nice, but I figured out that, in the end, I really like a good, hard rogering with someone who knows what he's doing."
"Like, ummm…" Percy suddenly realized that he had no idea what the other boy's name was.
"That was Matthew," Charlie said. "He's Hufflepuff, so you wouldn’t really know who he is. Doesn't play Quidditch or anything."
"Is he your boyfriend?" Percy asked, and Charlie shook his head.
"Nah. Just a bit of fun every now and again," Charlie said. "He's fantastic in the sack."
Percy nodded, and thought for a moment. "Would it be strange if you taught me those spells you talked about?"
"'Course not," Charlie said easily, then looked thoughtful. "Percy. How much do you want to learn?"
"Everything," Percy said.
"Right," Charlie said, laughing a little. "When do you not want to learn everything?"
Percy just shrugged, because it was true.
"So I guess my question is, what are you willing to do in order to learn?" Charlie asked, tilting his head. "And how much do you trust me?"
The answer was, as it always was, that he trusted Charlie completely, but Percy gave both questions the seriousness that Charlie seemed to want. Finally, he answered, "I trust you. And I want to learn."
"Okay, then," Charlie said. He grinned, and Percy suddenly felt a little thrill. Charlie locked the door and put up his warding spells, then calmly began stripping out of his clothes.
Percy made sort of a squeaking noise and blushed, and Charlie gave him a cheeky wink. "You don't have to get undressed, Percy. Tonight, at least."
"Okay," Percy said, by now somewhat breathless.
Charlie was completely naked now, and clearly unselfconscious about his stocky, muscular body. Percy was just as tall as Charlie, and would probably be taller eventually, but he was much scrawnier, all skinny legs and arms where Charlie was big and powerful. His penis, partially stiff, wasn't longer than average, but it was definitely thicker than Percy's. Percy wondered whether his own penis would get bigger as he got taller. He hoped so. Charlie climbed back onto the bed, breaking Percy's increasingly odd train of thoughts.
"Now, you do, of course, know what an arsehole is," Charlie said, getting on his hands and knees with his bum pointing toward Percy. He spread his legs apart, which made his cheeks part, and Percy was suddenly face-to-face with Charlie's hole.
"I see you're not speaking figuratively," Percy said, and Charlie laughed, making his bum and thighs clench and his balls bounce up and down.
Percy, after a moment's thought, took off his robe and shoes and set them aside. He left the rest of his clothes on, but rolled up his sleeves as he knelt behind Charlie.
"Okay, take your wand and tap my arsehole twice and repeat after me," Charlie said, and gave him the spell.
Percy repeated it several times before actually doing the spell, because this would be a very bad time to mispronounce a spell and do something irreversible to an important part of Charlie's anatomy.
"It worked," Charlie said. "Very good."
"What does it feel like?" Percy asked curiously.
"Empty mostly, and clean," Charlie said. "I'll do it to you later, so you can see what it feels like."
"Okay," Percy said, and then they moved on to the lubrication spell. Percy stared in fascination as Charlie's hole began glistening, and then dripping with clear, slick liquid.
"At this point you can do a stretching spell, but it's hard to control," Charlie said. "It's best to get a feel for how much stretching a person can take before you try it."
"So what do I do?" Percy asked, wondering if there was some Arithmancy equation that he needed to learn in order to do the spell.
"Well, you put your wand down," Charlie said, "and slide your finger in."
"Oh," Percy said. He licked his lips and set his wand on the bedside table. He felt a bit nervous, though mostly because he was worried that he'd do something wrong. Cautiously, Percy rubbed his finger over Charlie's slick hole, feeling the ridges of skin move a little as he pushed.
"That's it," Charlie said, his voice encouraging. "A bit harder."
Percy pushed harder, and his finger slowly slipped inside Charlie.
"Yeah, there we go," Charlie said, voice getting a bit rougher. Percy bent his head and peeked at Charlie's cock, and sure enough, Charlie was completely hard. "Now, move your finger around a bit, and see if you can find that bump I told you about."
Percy sent his finger exploring around inside Charlie, pushing his finger further and further in until he found the prostate. He knew it was the prostate from how Charlie groaned as Percy rubbed it experimentally, and Percy felt as though he'd just got an O on his assignment.
"Is that it?" Percy asked, just to be sure.
"Oh, yes," Charlie said. "Okay, try another finger."
After fiddling a bit, Percy carefully slid another finger in beside the first, and watched in amazement as Charlie's hole accepted it easily. He could feel Charlie's muscles snug against his fingers, but as he moved his fingers in and out, Charlie relaxed and Percy slid another finger in.
Charlie moaned. "Should have known you'd be a fast learner."
"Always," Percy said proudly, and pressed on Charlie's prostate. Groaning, Charlie put his head down on the bed, back arched and rear up in the air. Percy bit his lip and looked at Charlie's penis, which was glistening a bit at the tip. As Percy watched, a drop fell from the tip to the bed.
"You really like this," Percy said in wonderment.
"'S fantastic," Charlie said hoarsely. He pushed back so his hole swallowed Percy's fingers almost completely, and Percy obligingly began to move his fingers in and out. Charlie's balls were snug against his body, and hesitantly, Percy reached out with his other hand to run his fingers lightly over the furry sack.
"You're going to be such a tease," Charlie muttered, and Percy paused, not sure whether that was a good thing or not. But then Charlie said, "Keep going," so Percy figured it was okay.
Feeling bolder now, Percy reached around Charlie's hip to wrap his fingers around Charlie's stiff penis. It was hot and heavy and hard in Percy's hand, and for a moment he simply held it while moving his fingers in and out of Charlie's hole. Then he heard Charlie say the lubrication spell, and Percy's fingers began dripping with liquid as Charlie started to thrust into his hand.
Back and forth Charlie went, pushing himself back onto Percy's fingers and then forward into Percy's hand. Instinctively, Percy tightened his hand. Charlie groaned and stilled, then came all over Percy's hand and the bed. Percy carefully stroked Charlie's penis, just the way Percy stroked himself through an orgasm when he masturbated, while sliding his fingers out of Charlie's hole.
When Charlie was finished, Percy sat back and took a deep breath, pushing up his glasses with fingers still sticky with lubrication and Charlie.
"Merlin," Charlie said, turning around and giving Percy a slow smile. "You're a bloody natural."
Percy flushed at the praise, and felt very pleased that he'd made Charlie feel this good. In his first lesson too.
"Let me take care of you," Charlie said, reaching for Percy's trouser placket, and Percy noticed with surprise that he was hard.
Before he could say anything, Charlie had his hand inside Percy's pants, cupping his penis, and Percy came almost immediately, all over Charlie's wrist and his own trousers.
"Sorry," Percy said, rather ashamed that he hadn't lasted long at all.
"Nah," Charlie said. He carefully pulled his hand from Percy's pants. "Stamina will come with time. If you want to work on it, that is."
"Yes. I think I'd like more lessons. If you want to," Percy said. He watched wide-eyed as Charlie began licking Percy's semen from his wrist.
"I think lessons are an excellent idea," Charlie said. "Everyone ought to have a teacher in this."
"Right," Percy said, but he was more focused on Charlie's tongue than his words. "Does that taste good?"
Charlie held out his wrist, and Percy tentatively leaned forward and licked up the last bit of white fluid. He made a face, and Charlie laughed.
"It's something of an acquired taste," Charlie said.
"Obviously," Percy said, but he decided then and there that it would be a taste that he would acquire. He'd just have to practise with his own to get used to it.
"And I'll teach you what foods are best, to make it taste better," Charlie said. He got off the bed and began pulling his clothes on. Percy picked up his wand and cleaned his trousers, then fastened them before he began casting cleaning and air freshening spells on the bed and the room. He thought about casting them on Charlie, but he didn't know whether Charlie liked to be sticky and a bit dirty, so he decided to let Charlie cast them on himself with his own wand if he wanted.
"Thanks," Charlie said, giving him a smile.
"I should be thanking you," Percy said. Feeling a bit awkward, he pulled on his shoes and robe and got ready to leave.
"Hey," Charlie said. "You're my little brother. My Percy. I'd teach you anything you wanted."
He pulled Percy into a tight hug, and Percy felt warm all over as he hugged Charlie back. There was a noise outside the door, and Percy pulled away and straightened his still-sticky glasses with a smile. Charlie grinned at him, and put a finger to his lips.
Percy nodded, then left the room, thrilled that Charlie was teaching him and that it was their secret together. This was so much better than the secret about dragons, because it was about them.
It didn't seem like there was much time for the two of them over the next few weeks, but Percy kept finding notes that Charlie left him in books and under Charlie's own pillow. They were very helpful notes, such as what foods to eat to produce tastier semen and a small essay-type note on the important things to remember when having sex with Muggles. Charlie also left him a list of books with page numbers beside each title, and late at night, when the library was nearly empty, Percy would sneak quietly down the aisles and find the books on Charlie's list.
Some of the books were on Muggle diseases, and the pages Charlie had mentioned were the parts about diseases transmitted through sex. Other books were biographies, where on the pages Charlie had marked, it implied very circumspectly that the person had preferred their own gender and had a "certain friend" who had always lived with them or travelled with them or something. It made Percy feel better to know that not only were there men that liked other men, but these other men were also sometimes famous. In fact, with researchers, it was often commended that the men and women had no family, as it didn't distract them from their study.
Percy thought that any researcher who had someone like Charlie waiting at home for them would be very distracted indeed.
Percy's favourite book, however, was a book of sexual illustrations. Most of them were of a man and woman, but there were some of two men and some of two women (and a few of more than two people, period, which was mildly frightening, considering that Percy hadn't got having sex with one person learned yet). It was amazing that Pince hadn't found the book and put it in the Restricted Section, but she probably didn't even know it was there, considering no one had ever checked it out.
However, students probably curled up in a dark corner at the end of an aisle with a Lumos at the end of their wand, just like Percy did. He certainly wasn't going to be the first one to check it out and risk having it taken away from everyone.
Finally, just as Percy was starting to think that there wouldn't be any more practical lessons, Charlie appeared from a classroom as Percy was walking down a hallway, and pulled Percy inside.
The classroom was empty, and Percy felt his heart speed up in excitement.
"Sorry about this," Charlie said. "But I've not had much time lately, what with Quidditch and McGonagall harassing me every ten minutes about NEWTs and trying out for teams next summer."
"I know," Percy reassured him. He set his bag down on a nearby chair. "Have you told her about the dragons yet?"
Charlie shook his head and hopped up to sit on the teacher's desk, feet swinging gently. "I sent a letter of inquiry to several dragon preserves. Haven't heard back yet."
"You'll get in," Percy said. Charlie was great with animals and strong and brave. He was perfect for a dragon preserve.
"Hope so," Charlie said. He suddenly grinned and clapped his hands together. "Have you been reading those things I gave you?"
"Yes," Percy said. "I changed my diet too."
Charlie flicked his wand at the door and put up wards to keep people out.
"Here?" Percy said, though he had suspected it would be here from the moment Charlie had pulled him into the room.
"You don't have to have a bedroom to have sex." Charlie grinned. "Or a bed. Now, when you're in a situation where there's the possibility of getting caught…"
Involuntarily, Percy glanced at the door as though a professor was going to come through any moment, and Charlie laughed.
"The wards will give warning," Charlie said. "But in situations like this, it's best to be able to get dressed quickly. Necessary bits out only."
Charlie slid off the desk and, leaning back against it, spread his legs and undid his trousers, pulling out his penis and balls.
"Aren't you wearing pants?" Percy asked.
"Not today." Charlie squeezed his cock so that it began to harden, growing pink and getting bigger. "Take off your robe, Percy."
Swallowing, Percy obeyed. He had a feeling he knew what Charlie was going to teach him, and he felt his burgeoning erection start to press against his trousers. Without any direction from Charlie, Percy walked over and knelt, so that he was eye-to-penis with Charlie.
"Why is my little brother so hot?" Charlie asked the ceiling, and Percy grinned, blushing a little at the compliment. "Right. Oral sex. Obviously you've got the idea. Cushioning charm is sometimes a good idea, if you think you're going to be on your knees a while."
"I've been practising my stamina," Percy offered. "Though it's not very good yet."
Charlie bit his lip and looked down at Percy. "By the time we're done, you'll have plenty."
"Oh, good," Percy said.
"Now, one of the most important rules is no teeth," Charlie said. "Sometimes you might find a guy who likes a little scrape of teeth here and there, and sometimes a guy will love it a bit rougher. But when you're first starting out, it's best to keep your teeth as far from the cock as you can."
Charlie was now fully erect from his stroking, and Percy watched in fascination as the head of Charlie's cock bobbed in front of him. Charlie paused for a moment, and Percy stuck out the tip of his tongue, making it as pointed as he could, and touched it to the slit in the head of Charlie's penis.
"Fucking tease!" Charlie said with a groan.
"Is that a bad thing?" Percy asked, withdrawing his tongue.
"As long as you have a boyfriend that likes it, it's a perfect thing," Charlie said. "And I suppose I can stand it."
Percy laughed a little, then leaned in and carefully took the head of Charlie's penis in his mouth, resting his hands on Charlie's thighs.
"You can put a hand around the base to brace it," Charlie said. "And don't try to take it all at once, or you'll choke. Just suck on the end and wank me with your hand."
Percy did as he was told, sucking and sliding his tongue around the head of Charlie's penis. As he moved his hand up and down, Charlie's foreskin would come up over the head of his cock a bit. Experimentally, Percy pulled the foreskin up as far as it could go, then worked his tongue beneath it, wriggling and sliding it along the head.
Charlie moaned, and Percy felt a hand resting lightly on his head. "That's it, Perce, use your tongue. Just there – yeah."
Drawing as much of Charlie's penis into his mouth as he could manage, Percy sucked hard and rubbed his tongue along the underside. In a moment of sudden inspiration, Percy hummed loudly, and Charlie swore and yanked on Percy's hair. Thinking he'd done something wrong, Percy immediately took his mouth off Charlie's penis and moved back, only to have come splash across his face. It dripped down his glasses and ran over his lips, and Percy looked up at Charlie in shock.
"Sorry," Charlie gasped. "Tried to warn, but you hummed."
Percy gave him a shy grin, and licked a bit of Charlie's semen off his lips. "So that was good?"
"That was bloody brilliant," Charlie said, running his fingers through Percy's hair. "Here, come here."
He helped Percy stand up, then pulled his wand to do cleaning charms on Percy's glasses and face while Percy tucked Charlie back into his trousers and carefully zipped him up.
"Your turn," Charlie said, turning them so Percy's bum rested against the desk. Percy gripped the desk tightly as Charlie unzipped his trousers and pushed them down, along with his pants. Charlie went to one knee and looked up at Percy with a grin.
"Once you've got some practice, you can do something like this," Charlie said, and then put Percy's entire erection in his mouth, swallowed and hummed.
Percy came, shaking violently, and Charlie wrapped his arm around Percy to hold him up.
"Oh my," Percy said, once he'd recovered a bit.
Charlie grinned and put Percy's bits away, then gave him a big hug. Percy had never felt quite so safe, or so loved. He held on to Charlie tightly, until Charlie pulled away and ruffled his hair.
"We'll keep practising until you can do that, yeah?"
"Yes," Percy said fervently. "I want to do that to you."
"Well," Charlie said, laughing, "I've no objection to that."
"Hey," Charlie said, sticking his head inside Percy's room. "Brought you something."
They'd been unable to have their lessons while at the Burrow for Christmas, but Charlie had made a point of taking time each day to talk to Percy. It wasn't always about sex, though it usually was. Some days it was about dragons, because Percy was the only one so far who knew that Charlie loved dragons even more than he loved Quidditch.
But this was the first time Charlie had dared to bring him something. Mum had a no-lock policy on their doors, and she expected to be able to bustle in at any time to see what they were doing. It was quick masturbation in the shower or nothing at all most days.
"You said you didn't know for sure whether or not you liked boys or girls," Charlie said. "Or maybe boys and girls. So I brought you some wank mags."
"All right," Percy said, taking the first glossy magazine. It had two men on it, touching each other, but the picture wasn't moving.
Charlie notice Percy running a finger over the still men. "Muggle magazine. Everything's frozen, but it's still good."
"I do like boys," Percy said. He added in a low voice, "I would have stopped the lessons with you if I didn't."
"Thought so," Charlie said cheerfully. "What about girls?"
He dropped another magazine on top of the one Percy held, but this one was naked women and women with men. Percy flipped through it almost gingerly, and wrinkled his nose at several parts.
"Boys, then," Charlie said, seeing Percy's expression. He banished the magazine to who knew where, though Percy hoped it was somewhere very safe where their mum wouldn't find it. "So the two of us, huh? Bill seems to be very straight, or at least I've only seen him with girls. The twins are already flirting with girls. Too soon to know about Ron and Ginny."
"Probably," Percy agreed, slowly turning the pages and looking at all the naked men in various and sundry positions. None of the men together looked anything alike, and Percy felt a bit guilty for what he and Charlie did together. But then he reminded himself that it was just lessons, and Charlie was just being a good big brother and showing Percy all sorts of important things.
They heard their mum yelling up the stairs, and Percy quickly shut the magazine.
"Keep it," Charlie said. "Here, let me show you a charm to hide it."
They quickly hid the magazine, and then ran downstairs. Percy smiled all the way through dinner, and not even the twins' pranks could bring his spirits down.
It was March, and they still hadn't had real sex. Oh, Percy knew that they'd had plenty of sex, and Percy had learned a great deal. In addition to hand jobs and blow jobs, there had been frottage, clothed and unclothed, and something which had involved Percy's penis, Charlie's muscular thighs and lots of lubrication. Charlie had shown him sex toys, described various kinks, and found even more literature for Percy to read and magazines for him to look at.
But they still hadn't had sex like the sex Percy had walked in on, and he was getting impatient. If they didn't begin soon, they wouldn't have any time to practice.
Then, in mid-March, Percy found a note from Charlie under his pillow telling him to come up to his room late Friday night, that all Charlie's roommates would be gone. The next two days dragged interminably, but finally Percy was climbing the two flights of stairs to Charlie's room, nearly quivering with excitement.
Percy closed the door behind himself, doing the wards and locking charms which, by now, were second nature to him. The curtains on Charlie's bed were closed, and Percy pulled one aside to peer in.
Charlie was sprawled naked on his bed, grinning up at Percy. A flick of Charlie's wand pulled all the curtains back, and Charlie sat up.
"Didn't want to shock my roommates," Charlie said. "I've sent them off for the night – we've an agreement that we each get one month a night alone in the room, for whatever reason, so I've got all night with you."
"And what are you going to do with me?" Percy asked. "Now that you have me all night."
"I think you know," Charlie said, and reached up to unbutton Percy's robes. "Clothes off. This is a no-clothes-allowed night."
Percy kicked off his shoes, and then let Charlie continue undressing him. Charlie's hands always wandered when he took Percy's clothes off, and by the time Percy was naked, he was also very, very hard.
"I think you're taller than me now," Charlie said, reaching up to slide his fingers into Percy's hair.
Percy ran his hands down Charlie's arms and across his chest, and said, rather wistfully, "You'll always be stronger. And better looking."
"Hey," Charlie said. He cupped Percy's face in his big hands, so Percy was forced to look him in the eyes. "You look fantastic. Tall and slender and pale – you don't have nearly the freckles that I do. And your hair is so much fun to play with."
"I suppose," Percy said, though he couldn't keep from smiling. "I like muscular, though."
"And whoever you date will like slim and tall," Charlie said. "I bet they'll have a kink for glasses too."
"Glasses aren't kinky!" Percy said, appalled.
Charlie laughed. "Haven't you learned by now that everything is kinky?"
"To you, maybe," Percy said.
"To everyone. Now come here." Charlie pulled Percy onto the bed with him, and Percy made a happy noise as he rubbed against Charlie.
"No going off too soon," Charlie said. "Not before I get fucked by you."
"Oh," Percy said, eyes wide. He sat back a little and pushed up his glasses. "You don't want to fuck me?"
"Later," Charlie promised, sliding a hand along Percy's bum. "But me first."
"All right," Percy said obediently. "Roll over."
"Don't I get any foreplay?" Charlie asked, laughing. He rolled over and presented his rear to Percy.
"You didn't ask for foreplay," Percy said. "You asked to be fucked."
Charlie didn't argue any more, just spread his legs so that Percy could cast the cleansing and lubrication spells on him. Percy set his wand aside and then pushed two fingers in fast, knowing that Charlie liked to not be teased. Groaning, Charlie rested his head on his arms and arched, pushing back onto Percy's fingers. After a moment of moving his fingers in and out, rubbing Charlie's prostate each time, Percy slid a third finger in and began fingering Charlie in earnest. Charlie moaned, and Percy's fourth finger joined the others.
Charlie was making all sorts of delicious noises, and he even had to reach down and pull on his balls to keep from coming too early. Sliding his free hand down Charlie's thigh, Percy smiled and thought that he'd learned his lessons well.
With an almost-popping noise, Percy pulled his fingers out, watching with fascination as Charlie's hole gaped and closed, looking as though it was begging for something to fill it. Percy took a deep breath, cast a wandless lubrication spell on his penis, and obliged.
He had to pause halfway inside Charlie, just so he didn't come too soon. Despite all their lessons and practice, Percy still hadn’t been prepared for the feeling of how it felt to be inside Charlie or for that tight clench of Charlie's hole around him.
"Okay?" Charlie asked, voice hoarse from his earlier moaning.
"Yeah," Percy whispered. "Just…"
Ever so slowly, he slide all the way into Charlie, so that his balls brushed against Charlie's thighs and his hips rested against Charlie's bum. The muscles in Charlie's back rippled as he moved a little, and Percy ran his hands down them, then braced his hands on Charlie's hips.
"That's it," Charlie said, as Percy pulled out. "Here we go."
Percy's hips snapped forward instinctively, and with a whimper, Percy let his body take over. He drove into Charlie over and over, fingers digging into Charlie's hips, penis hitting Charlie's prostate on almost every thrust.
They were both making ridiculous noises at this point, but Percy was beyond caring. He could feel sweat sliding down his temple, and his glasses slipped to the end of his nose, then fell off during one particularly powerful thrust, bouncing off Charlie's back and clattering to the floor. He could feel his balls tightening more and more, and Percy bit his lip, trying to keep it away until Charlie could come.
Charlie was bracing himself with one hand now, while the other hand pulled on his own penis in time with Percy's thrusts.
About to give into his incipient orgasm, Percy leaned forward and groaned, "Charlie," and suddenly Charlie was coming, saying Percy's name and clenching so tightly around Percy that he couldn't help but come too.
Percy could feel the slickness of his semen along with the lubrication as he rode out his orgasm in gradually slowing thrusts, and after one last half-hearted push into Charlie, Percy collapsed onto Charlie's sweaty back. Charlie shifted a bit, and Percy felt his now-soft penis slip out of Charlie's hole.
Charlie moved them around so that he was lying on his back, while Percy was on his side, curled around Charlie. Percy debated whether to get his wand and cast a cleaning spell, but decided he didn't feel like moving at the moment.
"How did I do?" Percy asked.
"Brilliant," Charlie said, eyes closed. "Definitely get an O in sex ed."
Percy smiled sleepily, and slid his arm over Charlie's chest. "I had a good teacher."
It felt strange to be going back to Hogwarts without Charlie. Charlie had been going to Hogwarts for as long as Percy had, but now Charlie was off with the dragons and Percy was alone among the ravening horde. Or at least it felt like he was.
At least he'd had the Prefects' meeting to attend, and order to keep in the train corridor. Then there was marshalling everyone into carriages and dinner and leading the first years to Gryffindor tower.
He didn't really miss Charlie until he heard the first years, including his own brother Ron and the Harry Potter, running around in what had been Charlie's room. Percy allowed himself a moment to be sad, then began organizing his books while his roommates talked about their summers. Oliver mourned the fact that Charlie had gone for dragons instead of Quidditch, at which point Percy felt honour-bound to step in and defend Charlie's decision, and somehow they ended up talking about magical creatures in general, which ended up as a discussion of who could still be near a unicorn.
When it came his turn, Percy declined to answer, but he blushed and the boys hooted and laughed and clapped him on the back as though he were really one of them.
"Who knew that the girls liked the stiff, studious ones?" they joked, and then went on to brag about the conquests they'd make this year.
Later, when the other boys were down in the common room, Oliver came over and sat on Percy's bed, where Percy was sitting with his back against the headboard and pretending to read so he wouldn't have to remember how he'd always sat like this to talk to Charlie about sex and other things. When Oliver came over, Percy was glad of the interruption, though he normally would be very irked to have his reading disrupted, and he set his book aside and looked at Oliver inquiringly.
"Have you really…" Oliver made a rude gesture.
Percy normally would have completely refused to answer, but Oliver had such an earnest, sincere expression on his face that he didn't think Oliver was going to tease or ask for details.
"I have," Percy said, pushing his glasses up. He licked his lips, then admitted, "Just learning. Nothing…"
He was going to say 'nothing serious', except it had been serious and fun and comforting and loving and full of Charlie, so he stopped. Oliver nodded and seemed to understand.
"I didn't…" It was Oliver's turn to stop for a moment, but he continued, looking determined. "I didn't see you with any girls."
Percy's mouth opened and closed, and he must have looked either horrified or shocked, because Oliver reassured him immediately that liking boys was okay, that it had to be okay because Oliver liked boys too.
"Oh, good," Percy said, feeling an immense wave of relief wash over him.
"I won't tell," Oliver promised. "If you won't tell about me."
"I promise," Percy said. He looked at Oliver, who was fidgeting and looking away. "Why did you… did you tell me?"
"I just thought…" Oliver trailed off weakly and looked hopeful.
Percy tilted his head and smiled. "Did you want me to teach you, Oliver?"