Disclaimer - I own nothing and all that. You know the way it goes.
A/N - Written for the Test Your Limits Competition, Round one.
Pairing - Charlie/Harry.
Word Count - 481
A New Home
"Charlie? Is there something you want to tell me?" Harry called from the bedroom, amusement evident in his voice.
Charlie frowned. He didn't think there was anything he hadn't told Harry in the three years they had been together, certainly nothing he was hiding in... the... bloody hell.
Harry wandered into the kitchen, his head buried in a magazine. Charlie cringed. He couldn't believe Harry had found it. He couldn't believe that he had actually kept a copy actually. What had he been thinking?
"Harry, I can explain. I was young, and it was just before I moved here, and..."
"Charlie, hush," Harry said, waving him off, his head still buried in the Playwitch magazine.
"Harry, I would have told you, I just didn't know how."
"Told me what? That you kept an old magazine? I just found it amusing that you feel you need a magazine when you know I'll do anything for you," Harry replied, leering at his husband over the magazine.
Charlie's trousers became painfully tight as the implications of that sunk in, and he smiled at Harry. He either didn't mind about the photo's, or he hadn't seen them yet. Charlie tugged the magazine from Harry's hands, pulling him up from the chair he had dropped into.
A gentle kiss soon became more passionate as Charlie threw the mag on the table, using his hands to hold Harry's head in place as his lips dropped to his husbands neck, eliciting a hungry moan.
As Charlie kissed, licked and sucked at Harry's neck, he also concentrated on the buttons to his shirt, undoing them and pulling it off in record time. As he dropped to his knees, intent on taking the trousers off, he felt Harry stiffen. He looked up, confused, only to see Harry staring at the table.
Charlie stood up, and to his horror, realized the magazine had fallen open to the center page when he threw it to the table, the center page being full of a naked Charlie Weasley, grinning arrogantly at the camera.
"Charlie?"
"I was eighteen, Harry, it was... a bit of fun. Honestly, I would never even dream of doing anything like that now."
"Why didn't you tell me, oh, is this what you was on about? When I came in, I mean?"
Charlie nodded, looking down shamefully.
"Charlie, look at me," Harry whispered, gently moving Charlie's head up with his hand.
"This is... hot. I wish you had shown me before," he said, before once more claiming Charlies lips with his own.
Charlie smiled into the kiss. As he carried Harry upstairs, waiting to prove just who he loved, he didn't notice Harry levitating the magazine behind them, wandlessly.
The magazine would have a new home, this time in Harry's bed side stand.