Brotherly Love
Chapter 1
It was summer time at the Burrow. The summer before his sixth year at Hogwarts and Ron had just turned sixteen. He attributed his constant horniness to his age, or he tried to, at least until he realized that it had more to do with current company than anything else. His brother Charlie was visiting for a while this summer and it had taken a few days, but Ron had finally noticed that his hormones only seemed to spike in Charlie's presence.
At first he'd been mortified, horribly ashamed to realize that he thought Charlie was sexy. What kind of scum finds his own brother, his own flesh and blood attractive? But Merlin he did and there was no denying that. Every time Charlie was around all Ron's blood made a beeline for his cock.
Probably the most disturbing part of his whole situation was that he wasn't gay. Bloody Hell, Harry Potter, possible savior of the wizarding world was his best mate. There was no question about Harry being attractive, Ron knew that he was, but he didn't want to shag the git. No, apparently his desire to bed a member of the same sex only extended to Charlie.
Sweet, sexy, beautiful, charming Charlie. His older brother, his confidante, his best mate within his family, the one person he could turn to for anything. Anything, that is, except this. Seriously, how did you tell your older brother that you want him? That you were dying to have him make love to you? You just didn't, he couldn't. And because of that, he could feel their connection slipping. They'd always been the closest of all their siblings, well if you didn't count the eerily psychic connection Fred and George have always had. That, however, was to be expected, they were twins, identical in every way.
He and Charlie? Well, they'd just always meshed somehow. Charlie had always understood him, always been there for him. Was always there to dry his tears, heal his cuts and bruises, just there for him period. Even when he was in Romania, Ron had always known that Charlie was only a floo call away and that if "Ronnie" - as Charlie was so fond of calling him, and the only one he allowed to do so - needed him, he'd be there, no questions asked. And of course Ron would do the same for him. If Charlie needed him, he'd duel He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself to stand at Charlie's side. So, his love for Charlie was pure, and had been there since he'd first known what the word meant. Charlie had always been his definition of love, and now? Well, Charlie was also the embodiment of lust for Ron.
At the moment he was sitting on the grass in the backyard watching his sister and brothers beat around a quaffle. They obviously didn't have enough people for a proper quidditch game, but that didn't matter since they didn't have a proper quidditch set up either. Currently, Fred and George were defending two ragtag looking hoops while Ginny, Bill, and Charlie tried to beat the quaflles through. So, not real quidditch by any means, but it was their own game, one they'd been playing since they were old enough to mount a broom, and it was just fine with them.
Fine, except he wasn't playing. He usually played on Charlie's team when they all got together, but today he'd opted out, leaving Charlie on his own. He wanted to play, but really the view was so much nicer from the ground. Charlie was speeding around beating the quaffles through left and right, amazingly holding his own against Ginny and Bill. His brother had always been a natural on a broom, but Ron was only then noticing how lithe and graceful he was. He wore a pair of rather tight denim jeans that hugged his muscular legs and firm arse so tantalizingly that Ron's mouth was almost watering. He could just imagine peeling those jeans off Charlie and… He drew his legs up against his body and wrapped his arms around them, it was easier to hide the evidence of his arousal in that position.
As if his naughty and incestuous thoughts had somehow called Charlie's attention to him, the man was suddenly dismounting directly in front of Ron. Ron found himself at eye level with a part of his brother's anatomy that he so longed to touch.
"Come on Ronnie, get up and let's go. You can't just sit around like a wart on a frog's arse, I need ya out there." Charlie wrapped his large hand around Ron's wrist and attempted to pull him up.
"Ok, ok I'm coming, just let me go to the loo first, yeah?"
" 'K, bro, just be quick or you're going to miss all the action."
Charlie once again mounted his broom and joined the others while Ron tried to get up and in the house before anyone could see the very noticeable bulge he was sporting.
A few minutes and one quick wank later he was soaring through the air alongside the rest of his siblings. He tried to keep his head in the game, but Charlie was so delicious that he didn't succeed too well. Shortly after joining the game a quaffle seemingly came out of nowhere only to bounce forcefully off his broom and send him spiraling to the ground.
He was sure he was a goner but just as he was preparing his body for impact, he felt an arm go around his waist and the next thing he knew he was rolling across the grass clutching Charlie's shoulders as if his life depended on it. And truthfully, it might well have, but he wasn't thinking about that, only about how warm Charlie's body was. He'd been thisclose to being seriously injured or worse, and all he could think about was what it would be like if they were naked. Yeah, he had it bad, he could only hope that he'd be able to keep it to himself.
"You ok Ronnie? Pretty nasty fall that would've been." Charlie, who was still lying complete atop Ron, chose that moment to meet his younger brother's eyes and shift his weight slightly, putting him in even fuller contact with the body beneath him.
Charlie was panting heavily, his lips slightly parted, his tongue darted out to moisten them, and Ron nearly lost it. He wanted nothing more than to pull Charlie down and snog the daylights out of him. Thankfully he managed to resist, but if he didn't get out from under his brother soon he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his secret. Certain parts of his body were responding rather strongly to his current position.
He could hear the rest of his family yelling from the air, but he was lost in Charlie's eyes. It seemed that Charlie was in no hurry to get up, though Ron couldn't guess why. They were lying there, in the grass, bodies flush against one another and Charlie hadn't once broken eye contact with him. Charlie should have caught his breath quickly, he was in great shape after all, but the longer they laid there, the more ragged and erratic his breathing became. It was Ginny who interrupted the moment Ron wasn't really sure was happening.
"Oy, you boys alright down there? Is Ron hurt? Should I get mum?" They looked up to see her starting her descent toward the house. Charlie cleared his throat and started to lift himself up.
"No, I think he's fine Ginny." Then to Ron in a lower voice, laced with something Ron couldn't quite put his finger on, "You are alright aren't ya? No broken bones? Scrapes, cuts, bruises?"
As he was asking, he was beginning to inspect Ron for any signs of bodily damage, starting with his head and then moving to lift up his shirt. Ron almost stopped him, but his aching need for his brother to touch him in some way was enough for him to allow his shirt to be lifted. As Charlie's fingertips skimmed his sides he felt his skin turn to gooseflesh and to his horrible embarrassment he also felt his nipples harden along with an even greater hardening of his cock.
X.X
He'd tried so hard to ignore the beauty his little brother had become. For a couple years he'd been fighting his unholy attraction to his youngest brother. He was ashamed of himself and the thoughts that swirled about his head whenever Ron was near. The few days he'd spent here this summer had been the hardest, and he still had a few weeks to go.
He'd been watching Ron rather intently, admiring the way he handled himself on his broom, the precision and innate talent that showed when he lost himself in the air. He loved the way the wind caught his shaggy hair and imagined what it would feel like to tangle his fingers in that silky mane. Wondered what it would feel like to grip his ginger locks and possess that quirky mouth as Ron arched into his every thrust. Imagined his brother matching and maybe even surpassing his own passion. Could almost feel his brother's body quivering beneath him as he….. That was as far as he got, the quaffle, hit by George, barreled into Ron sending him into a tailspin and almost knocking him off his broom.
He didn't even think, just reacted. A need to care for and protect his brother rose to the forefront of his confused mind and propelled him into action. As always Ron's safety was his top priority, he was the big brother and he could and would fix anything. He managed to get his arm around Ron and slow them down enough that they rolled onto the ground rather than crashing into it as Ron surely would've done without his assistance.
He ended up on top, right where he'd been in his own daydream just moments before. His heart was still pounding, his breath coming out in quick little puffs when he looked up and caught his brother's eyes. Seeing Ron this close and being in the position they were in, he couldn't help but to make just a slight adjustment to the location of his hips. And yes, right there, he was lined up with his brother's groin and almost moaned at the pleasure of it.
Being the loving and caring big brother that he was he would have removed himself right then, pulled out of Ron's grasp and put a more decent distance between them… Would have had it not been for the look he saw on Ron's face, the outright need that was being reflected in the blue eyes in front of him. He was so close to losing all semblance of control, so close to pressing his lips onto Ron's, when he heard Ginny asking if Ron was ok.
Then he was moving, reluctantly pulling away from the smaller body under him. He wasn't sure what he was saying, or even what he was doing and as long as it looked brotherly, he didn't really care. He honestly didn't even think about baring Ron's chest until he'd already done it. As the air hit Ron's bare skin and Charlie's fingers grazed up his sides, Charlie felt more than heard the shuddering breath that Ron released.
Ron had filled out so beautifully. His chest was broad and muscular, his shoulders wide, his abs were well defined and practically begging to be touched. He had the most perfect little nipples that Charlie was just aching lick, suck, kiss….
He was suddenly impossibly hard and very grateful that there were other people around. He knew what he was seeing on his brother's face, in his eyes, was almost certain that the warm summer breeze wasn't causing Ron's nipples to pebble like they were. If they'd been alone? Charlie might just have taken advantage of his little brother's current adrenaline induced state. As it were, he simply checked for any signs of bleeding or bruising and if he was little slow or thorough in his inspection, Ron didn't complain.
X.X
The house was quiet, Ron assumed everyone had long since gone to bed as he had, but he couldn't sleep. He kept feeling Charlie on top of him, kept feeling the ghost of Charlie's hands on his sides, kept seeing that look in his eyes, the look that was almost frightening. Would have been scary, if he hadn't wanted Charlie to look at him like that. There had been desire in his eyes, he'd gotten a glimpse of need there, a need that matched his own. But was it really lust for him? Or just a reaction to the heart-stopping danger they'd been in moments before?
Ron decided that it didn't really matter, in those few seconds, whatever had caused his brother's arousal, Charlie had given him enough wank material to last him months, years maybe. It was with that thought that Ron allowed his hand to wander down his torso and onto his straining organ, working it gently through the confines of his boxers. In a matter of seconds, that became entirely too little contact and he was out of his clothes and steadily fisting himself, working closer and closer to his release.
Behind his closed eyelids he saw Charlie, just as he'd been today, on top of him, but naked. They were sweating and thrusting against each other. He imagined feeling Charlie's lips on his neck, his teeth sinking into the soft skin at the juncture of his shoulder and neck. He was so lost is his fantasy that he didn't hear his door creak open. He was so close and couldn't stop himself from whispering his brother's name. The gasp he heard as it slipped from his lips caught his attention and he was shocked to find his living dream standing in the doorway of his room.
X.X
Charlie tired to go to sleep, but all he could do was toss and turn. He'd been feeling a little distance growing between Ron and himself the past few days. To anyone besides them, they might have seemed normal, but they just weren't as close as they used to be. He'd always been really good at hiding his not-so-brotherly feelings for Ronnie, well until today, but this had started before this afternoon. It almost seemed like Ron was trying to avoid him.
Their "moment" today rushed at him full force, but he stamped it down. That had been his own weakness, it wasn't Ron's fault, nor was it normal for Ron to be like that with him. The kid, and yes he was just a kid, was sixteen and probably horny all the time. So it hadn't been real, just probably a constant state for Ron to find himself in now days.
Still, he needed to talk to Ron, apologize for the line he inadvertently crossed and try to repair their relationship. Even if he could never have Ron the way his body and mind demanded, and he couldn't, he still needed him. It was with that thought that Charlie ventured out of his old room and quietly down the creaky stairs to Ron's room.
He paused at the door, listening for any indication that Ron might still be awake. Hearing nothing, he decided to peek in and see, he might even wake him, this was very important, and it needed to be sorted as soon as possible. He was not prepared for the sight that met his eyes, but he did welcome it, even if he shouldn't have.
There, on the bed, was a naked and very aroused Ron. His back was bowed and his very nice and rather large cock was being slowly and steadily worked root to tip by his hand. The moonlight from the open window was casting an almost subtle glow on his sweat drenched skin. His eyes were tightly closed and his lips parted, every few seconds Charlie got a glimpse of just the tip of his tongue as it came out to wet his lips. He was breathing hard and moaning very low in his throat. He was absolutely beautiful.
Charlie held his breath. He knew he should leave, gently shut the door and give his brother his privacy. What he should do however was completely at odds with what he wanted to do. A little voice in the back of his mind, the one he tried so hard to ignore was screaming at him. That evil little niggling voice was demanding that he straddle his brother and show him pleasure the likes of which Ron had never known.
He'd just won his internal struggle and started to back toward the hallway when he heard it. It was a barely there whisper, but he had heard it, and it stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Mmmmm Charrrrlie"
He must have made some kind of sound because Ron's motion on the bed stopped and he turned to look, though he didn't make any attempts to cover himself. It took Charlie a moment to find his voice, but he didn't move from his post beside the door though his words indicated differently.
"Ron, oh Merlin, Ronnie, I'm…I'm sorry, I'll just go, leave you to ummmm," he made a motion with his hand directed toward the not-in-any-way-deflating hardness in Ron's hand and finally started to take a step back, "finish, and we can talk later, yeah?"
He grabbed for the door knob and was once again stopped by Ron's words, words that should never have been spoken, words that might really be the death of him or at the very least the relationship he had with his youngest brother.
"Charlie, don't go. Stay? Please?"
A/N I won't say "I need X number of reviews before I will continue" cause I hate that. But seriously, it's nice to get your thoughts. Oh and this hasn't been beta'd so any and all (and I'm sure they are numerous) mistakes are mine.