Fest fic: What he needs, Neville/Charlie, NC-17 Title: What he needs Author: gestaltrose Prompt: Neville doesn't know what to do with himself after the war as he no longer has to live up to anyones expectations. A older or more confident male helps him find his way. By Kaellite (IJ) Pairing: Neville/Charlie Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 1993 Warnings (if any): A little spanking, Dom!Charlie, Author's Notes (if any): Well, this wasn’t exactly where I was planning on going with the boys, but the smut muse came out to play. I think I wrote to the prompt but if I didn’t fit it exactly, sorry.
Sitting down at a table in The Leaky Cauldron, Neville put his back to the wall and arranged himself so that he could watch the room. After all the battles at Hogwarts he was still jumpy, even if it was a year and a half ago.
Everyone else seemed to be getting on with their lives. Harry and Ginny were together finally, as they should be. Hermione and Ron, gee, who would have seen that one? Oh, only everyone but them. Nev smiled to himself.
Neville had gone to St. Mungo’s after everything was over; they had told him that he suffered from post traumatic stress. Well, fuck, uh, the way Nev figured, it most of the kids from Hogwarts suffered from it. They all seemed to be coping better than him, though.
Watching people coming and going, he sipped on a fire whiskey. He spotted the ginger as soon as he walked into the place. Weasley, but which one? The man came out from behind some other people and Neville recognized him.
As a child Neville had on rare occasion been out with his Gran and had watched the Weasleys intently. Perhaps he had been jealous or perhaps it had just been a longing for that kind of family, the kind he would never have. It was Charlie, Neville decided even before the man turned and Nev saw his face.
Bill was taller, the hair was similar, though. The twins. Damn, he had done it again and forgotten for a moment that someone had died. Fred had short hair, Percy too. Ron, while he was growing his hair out, was attached at the hip with Hermione. So, no bushy haired girl, no Ron. That left Charlie.
Getting a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, something akin to panic, he watched Charlie slowly making his way back to the corner where he sat.
“Is this seat taken?”
Neville shook his head.
“Can I join you?”
Neville nodded.
“Can you talk, Neville?” Charlie asked with a grin.
“Yeah,” Neville’s voice sounded rusty and unused. Clearing his throat, he tried again. “I can talk.” He looked down at the table, not knowing what to say.
“Harry tells me that you’ve not yet figured out what you want to do, with your life.” Charlie made a motion with his hands. “You know.”
He seemed to be uncomfortable. Perhaps, it was because he had his back to the room. Neville would have been very uncomfortable sitting there.
“You can sit over here, if you’d like.” Motioning to the chair next to him.
Charlie looked at Neville curiously but he moved, sitting so his thigh brushed against Neville’s.
“So, I’ve got this idea.” Charlie plunged right into his talk. “I was hoping that you’ve got some time on your hands, ‘cause I could use your help.”
Neville nodded for Charlie to go on and Charlie seemed to take it as consent.
Charlie talked but Neville really didn’t listen. Watching his mouth, the freckles are what he noticed first. Until the Weasleys, he had never thought of freckles being on someone’s lips. There was one, slightly darker than the others, which made Neville want to touch it.
The heat of the thigh pressed against his was slightly distracting. The hand that suddenly dropped on his thigh was very distracting. Bringing his eyes back into focus, he looked at Charlie who seemed to be laughing at him. He tried to get out but Charlie hooked a foot around his chair and held him there.
“Did you hear anything I just said?” He still seemed to be laughing a bit.
Neville shook his head.
“I want you to help me, I’ve still got to catch that dragon and I think she’s clutched by now and the eggs might hatch soon. I’ve got a lead on where she’s at but that’s why I need you. She’s roosted in the Caledonian Forest.”
“Not the Wise Man of Kingussie!”
Charlie nodded. “He wants to trade, plants for the dragon.”
“But the Muggles, they’re already restoring it.” Neville paused for a moment. “He wants magical plants.” His voice was steady and sure.
Charlie nodded again.
“Where are you going to get some?” Neville looked up from the table.
Smiling, Charlie leaned back in his chair, his hand still resting on Neville’s thigh.
“Me?” Neville almost squeaked.
“You.”
“But what about. . .”
“You are the only one that everyone else had good things to say about.” He squeezed Neville’s leg. “Please.”
Neville jumped and looked around. This had to be some kind of joke. He had been useful, helpful, hell, even necessary during the war. However, since then things had been different. Going back to being useless had stuck him hard. He hadn’t graduated and every herbologist he had written to had made that be a requirement.
Knowing that he would never become what he had always dreamed, Neville had retreated. No longer necessary to anyone, some days, the bad ones, he couldn’t even leave the house.
Now, here was Charlie Weasley telling him that he could be useful and that others had recommended him. If they believed in him, perhaps, he could believe in himself.
He let his hand fall on Charlie’s. Looking him in the eyes, Neville told him yes.
“Great. We need to leave in the morning. It has to be soon.”
Neville nodded again and Charlie leaned over and whispered in his ear, “You keep doing that and I’ll make you do it on your knees.”
Charlie’s breath ghosting across his ear and neck sent shivers down his spine and what he said made him instantly hard.
Moving his hand up, Charlie brushed his hand across Neville’s erection. “Oh, is that the way it is?”
Neville swallowed, loudly.
“Upstairs, room eight. Ten minutes.”
Eyes widening, Neville was stuck nodding as Charlie got up and went upstairs.
He slowly counted to six hundred and then paid for his drink and headed upstairs.
Opening the door to room eight, he was surprised when someone grabbed him out of the darkness and then pressed him against the wall, next to the door. Fighting back, he got one of his hands free and punched whoever was holding him.
“Neville, it’s me.”
Charlie, of course.
“I guess I forgot about your instincts, Neville, sorry.”
“Charlie, I’m the one who’s. . .” Neville’s sentence was ended with a kiss. But not just any kiss.
Now, Neville had kissed a few people. Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood and those had been sweet and soft. This kiss, it was hard and rough. Charlie’s stubble rubbing against his cheek as he pressed his face closer to him. Mouths, tongues, teeth, lips, they all meshed in a frantic, passionate kiss. It wasn’t sweet and it wasn’t soft. What it was was perfect.
Letting Charlie draw his free hand back up to be trapped with the other one was easy. What came next? That was hard.
“Stay like that.” Charlie let his hands go. “Lumos.” Light shown from the wand that Charlie was holding. “I want to watch you. I want you to see what I am doing to you.” Charlie whispered against his mouth.
Opening his eyes, he immediately felt regretful. Charlie had a black eye; it was just beginning to swell. He reached down and gently ran his hand over the eye and started to mutter a healing spell when he suddenly found himself being turned around and stripped. “Eh, Charlie, what. . .” He stopped this time because he was pushed down on the bed, arse up.
When he felt the first sting of a slap on his bottom, his head came up in disbelief. There was no way he was going to let Charlie spank him. He looked back and tried to squirm away as Charlie brought his hand down a second time. He turned his head in shame as he felt himself growing even harder than he had been, if that was physically possible. Charlie brought his hand down two more times and then, rubbing the hot stinging welts on Neville’s legs, he explained.
“I told you not to move your hands. You disobeyed. Shall we try again, or did you want to leave?”
“Yes, I mean no. I mean, I don’t want to leave,” Neville said as his entire body blushed. This was mortifying.
“Let’s try this again,” Charlie said, rolling Neville over and stretching his hands above his head until he grasped a metal bar that must’ve been attached to the headboard. “Don’t move until I say so, understand?”
Neville nodded.
Grinning, Charlie sat back and just looked at him. “You look good enough to eat. In fact, I think I shall.” Leaning over, he opened his mouth and engulfed Neville’s hard cock in its hot wetness.
Groaning, Neville twisted and Charlie stopped.
“You didn’t stay still again.” He got up from the bed and then began to take his clothes off, one piece at a time.
“This time, I think the punishment should be a bit more severe.”
He raised his wand and Neville jumped as he felt something clamp around the base of his penis.
“What?” He looked at Charlie, confused as to how this was a punishment. If anything it made him harder, now his cock was weeping.
“Cock ring, it’ll stop you from coming.”
Now he understood. Naked, Charlie stood before him. Neville wasn’t sure what he wanted but he knew Charlie did. “Please.”
“Did you want me to touch you?”
“Yes.”
Wrapping his hand around Neville’s cock, he asked, “Here?”
“Yes.”
Charlie slid his hand up and down, releasing some more pre-come. Licking it up, Charlie groaned and Neville would have come then if he could have. All he managed to do was whimper.
“Wait,” Charlie said. “You wanted to be on your knees, right?”
Neville nodded.
“Did you want to suck me off, Neville?”
Neville’s cock jumped as he nodded again.
“All right, you can move.” Charlie stood and helped Neville get off of the bed and onto his knees on the carpet by the bed.
“Hand’s behind your back. If you move them, I will stop this. Understand?”
Placing his hands behind his back, Neville said, “Yes.”
“Good. Now open those pretty lips.”
Then Charlie was pumping in and out of Neville’s mouth. “Oi, no teeth.” And Neville opened a bit wider. Keeping his hands behind his back was hard, very hard, but he managed. Then Charlie was coming and Neville swallowed as much of the bittersweet liquid as he could. Some of it spilled out of his mouth and ran down his chin.
Charlie lifted him to his feet; he had forgotten just how strong Charlie was. Then they were kissing again, Charlie’s tongue tasting every corner of his mouth; licking down his chin; getting every last drop of his essence. Neville moaned as he licked down his neck and chest.
Slipping to his knees, he bent forward and demonstrated just how to suck a cock. Neville could feel his balls tightening but there was no release.
“Please,” he whispered, again hoping that Charlie knew what he wanted.
Feeling a spell whispered against his cock, Neville was coming and coming and Charlie had sucked Neville’s cock back into his mouth. Almost passing out from the pleasure and the relief in his release, Neville staggered a bit.
Standing, Charlie steadied Neville. “Bit much?”
Neville grinned, “Bit.”
“Let’s lay down.”
Nodding absentmindedly, Neville ran his hands through Charlie’s hair. Then he was slowly pulling him forward. Watching the freckle on his lip that Neville had wanted to touch earlier, he leaned forward and licked it.
They kissed, this time less frantically.
“Down,” Charlie directed.
Neville sank down into the mattress with Charlie. Resting his head on Neville’s arm, Charlie looked up at him.
“Will you come with me?”
“Yes,” Neville said and decided to let everything else just sort itself out. He had found what he needed.