Disclaimer: As always I own nothing but the original characters and the situations all characters get in.
Mine To Keep
Staring around him with interest, not to mention self preservation since he was on a dragon reserve, Oliver nervously twisted the strap of the bag he wore across his chest. He'd never been to Romania before, and the closest he'd ever come to a dragon had been the Triwizard Tournament, and that had given him nightmares involving Harry being eaten by one of the beasts for months afterwards. Bad enough that they'd canceled Quidditch for the year, but he'd had to watch his prized seeker, his key to getting the cup, nearly get mauled or eaten on top of it. Oh yeah, definitely a nightmare on a number of levels.
And here he was to see a man who thought dragons were the greatest creatures ever created.
A man who didn't know he was coming to visit.
Which was stupid, he should have told Charlie he was coming instead of surprising him. While Charlie had made it pretty clear that his life revolved around his dragons, and that he had no social life to speak of, it was still incredibly stupid of him to just assume that he could drop in on the guy unexpectedly and expect the man to make time for him. Not that he was looking to interrupt the guy's work and it was the weekend basically and hell, he was pathetic enough that he'd be deliriously happy with having a few hours of the man's time in the next few days.
Man but he needed to get a grip on himself. And laid, he definitely needed that too, especially since the thought that he'd be seeing Charlie soon had kicked his libido into high gear that week, so that he was primed to jump the man on contact.
Rolling his eyes at the thought, which was distressingly close to the truth, Oliver shoved his hands into the pockets of his light jacket, determined to remain civilized until they got back to the delicious redhead's place. Or to a hotel to get him a room, since he hadn't wanted to intrude on Charlie's space just in case…
Oliver winced at the thoughts that followed that thought.
He had never asked for exclusivity between them, they lived in two different countries for Merlin's sake and they were lucky to see each other more than a handful of times every couple of months. They had yet to have a decent, solid stretch of time together where they could cement things between them enough for him to have the right to ask, and Charlie had never brought it up. Charlie had said he'd given up on dating that morning at the Leaky Cauldron, but that didn't mean there wasn't someone sharing the redhead's bed when he wasn't around. That was probably too much to ask for given how much sex he and the man did have when they managed to get together.
To say Charlie liked sex would be like saying that he just liked Quidditch. Understatement of the year.
And mentally cursing the fact that he was psyching himself out, he knew better than that, Oliver took a calming breath, reminding himself that if there was someone else Charlie was seeing…well he'd just have to get his hands on a beater bat and take care of that ASAP.
He knew the Chosen One, he'd get away with it. Probably. And if not Charlie was worth it.
Hearing swearing in a voice he recognized very well Oliver straightened and headed in the direction the four letter words were coming from, glad that he'd been waiting at the right place since the girl he'd talked to had spoken very poor, accented English and he didn't know a word of Romanian.
Rounding the high wall he'd been waiting behind Oliver stopped when he caught sight of the fact that Charlie was there but not alone, and the other male with him was running a hand through the redhead's very shaggy hair like he had the right to.
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Annoyed but willing to stay still Charlie did his best to ignore what Will was doing, the aches he was feeling a good distraction as he let the other man remove debris that he'd apparently missed during his shower. He still couldn't believe he'd made such an amateur mistake earlier and was more than willing to admit that he'd earned being swatted into the underbrush by the dragon's tail for not paying her enough attention. Only an idiot didn't give a dragon his full attention, but he'd let his mind be distracted by the letter he'd gotten from Oliver that morning. The man was excited about something, but hadn't said what that something was. And wondering if someone was the reason Oliver couldn't wait for the weekend to come had occupied his mind to a dangerous degree.
Stepping back from the man Charlie waved Will's hands off, the thoughts of Oliver making him unable to tolerate anyone else touching him. "Nevermind, I'm not going anywhere but home anyway. I'll get the rest of it later." As stupid and girlie as it was he wanted to get back to his place and read the letter again, see if he missed some clue in his first couple readings.
"I could go with you, get the rest of it and help you tend to all those sore muscles of yours. I give a very good massage."
This was not the first time the guy had hit on him, nor would it probably be the last. But the Gryffindor knew better than to mix business with pleasure, and even if he wasn't sort of seeing Oliver and therefore off the market Will wasn't his type. The man reminded him too much of a Veela, and they already had one of those in the family. One was already too much sometimes. "Thanks, but I'll pass."
Charlie Weasley had been turning him down for months now and Will was sick of it. He wasn't used to being brushed off, especially since he knew, because they were coworkers and neighbors, that there wasn't another man in the redhead's life. And since flirting had gotten him nowhere the man figured he might as well be blunt and hammer it into the other man's thick head what he was passing up.
"Look, I know you aren't fucking anyone but yourself, our bedrooms are beside each other and the walls are damn thin. You're always saying the same guy's name now but you sure as hell aren't bringing him home with you so either he's not interested or he's some long distance boyfriend who doesn't have the sense to keep you from being poached." Reaching out Will fisted his hands in the redhead's jacket, jerking the man closer to him as he gave Charlie a hot once over. "Give me one night, Weasley, and I'll make you forget about this guy you're so hung up on. By the time I'm done you'll be thinking Oliver who, I promise."
"That would be Oliver Wood, and get your hands off my man before I break them."
Head turning in the direction of the voice Charlie gaped in surprise at the sight of the younger man, not even feeling Will let go of his jacket in reaction to the threatening aura Oliver was giving off in waves. "Oliver? What are you doing here?"
"Right now I'm dealing with this assehole. Be right with you."
"You'll want to watch who you call assehole." Will returned, crossing his arms in front of him as he tried to loom over Oliver as they got in each other's faces, doing his best to ignore that his superior height didn't change the fact that the other man was way more ripped.
Sneering at the man's attempt to intimidate him, he'd faced down Death Eaters for Merlin's sake, Oliver had no intention of backing off or surrendering Charlie to anyone. "And you'll want to get the hell out of my face and away from Charlie before I take advantage of the dragons nearby and see to it that your body comes out one of their asses after I bloody well feed you to it."
Personally Charlie had never had two people fight over him, so this was a whole new experience for him. It probably made him immature and girlie as hell, but he had to admit that he rather liked the idea that he was being called Oliver's man and that the keeper was threatening Will so very creatively as a result. But he had seen this happen multiple times when it came to his brother Bill and recalling those incidents Charlie wisely didn't get involved as the other two men glared at each other in a silent battle of wills now. He didn't doubt that Oliver would win in a fight, though he wouldn't let it come to that. No one was going to hurt his man while he was around.
And thinking about the possibility of injury had Charlie suddenly remember that his brother had suffered injury a time or two after showdowns like this, with the winning party less then pleased that they'd had to stake their claim in the first place.
Was Oliver going to be mad at him once he was done dealing with Will?
That wouldn't be good. Crap.
It would probably be a record even for a Weasley, ending up in the proverbial doghouse that quickly.
Luck appeared to be with him though as seconds later Will finished glaring and opted to walk off like he hadn't just been threatened badly enough to have him leaving with his tail between his legs so to speak. The holes Oliver's eyes were drilling into his back certainly had him speeding up and then dissipating before them.
Charlie watched him go and then turned his attention back to Oliver, not quite sure what to do now. People didn't generally get mad at him often and he especially didn't want to screw things up since their time together was always so short and he didn't want to waste any of it fighting. Should he apologize for letting Will touch him? That was probably breaking some almost boyfriend rule that he'd never bothered to learn.
The apology thoughts swirling about Charlie's head shattered when Oliver got up close to lay a very possessive kiss on his lips, the redhead jerking with surprise before throwing himself whole heartedly into returning it, wrapping his arms around the other man waist to keep him there.
Yay, he wasn't in trouble, Charlie thought as his tongue tangled with his favorite keeper's. Life was indeed good.
Breaking off the kiss once he was sure his point had been made Oliver surveyed the lips he'd bruised and redden with satisfaction, thinking to himself that that was only the start of his plans for the man before shifting his thoughts as he met Charlie's slightly dazed gaze. "You said you live near here, right?"
Nodding his head like a puppet it took a moment for the meaning behind the question to sink in, but when it did Charlie grinned widely and stretched out a hand to take Oliver's in his own. "Let's go."
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Arriving at his place Charlie was very glad that his years of sharing a room with Bill had made him tidy enough that his flat didn't look like a complete disaster. It helped that there was really nothing inside the place but the bare essentials since he basically only used the place for preparing food and sleeping. When he wasn't working with his dragons he was outdoors exploring the countryside and soaking in the local culture. He hated to be indoors unless he had to be. Or unless Oliver was with him and thus they had to be indoors or worry about someone stumbling along and interrupting them, Charlie thought as he squeezed the hand he still held.
"So are you actually hurt somewhere or was that just a lame line?" Oliver wanted to know. He'd noticed the scratch on the man's neck, and there was at least two pieces of forest debris in the barely dry hair Charlie was sporting.
"Just some bruises, nothing serious." And even if they were he wouldn't care, Charlie thought as he moved to kiss the other man, surprised when Oliver pulled back from the gesture.
"You get your freckled butt on your bed and I'll deal with the bruises. Where's your ointment?"
Doing his best not to pout Charlie answered the question and allowed himself to be hustled towards his bedroom, comforting himself with the fact that he was going to have to lose clothing to get tended to which meant the odds of him getting Oliver on the bed with him were good. And while he was severely lacking when it came to understanding dating rules he did know a thing or two about convincing Oliver Wood to get naked with him.
It was usually pretty easy.
And with that in mind Charlie stripped out of his clothes without the slightest bit of modesty and flopped down on his bed. It was pretty much the only thing in his place not related to his work that he had spent decent money on, his one indulgent luxury so to speak, Charlie thought as he settled down on his stomach, his head on his pillow. He'd spent months imagining Oliver sharing it with him, as his neighbor could apparently attest to.
Eyes narrowing at the thought the redhead got off the bed and was in the process of retrieving his wand when Oliver came into the room, the look the man sent in his direction making it clear he didn't like having his orders disobeyed.
"I know, I know." But first things first, Charlie thought as he used the wand to put a sound barrier up around his room. He really didn't care that the son of a bitch had been listening in on him at night, he was just sorry it hadn't gotten it through the wanker's head that he wasn't available. But he was not taking the chance that Will could shortly be listening in on him while he and Oliver were going at it.
The sounds the man made while they were shagging were for his ears only.
That done Charlie walked over to the bed and assumed his former position, happy as a clam when he felt Oliver climb onto the bed too and straddle him.
"You didn't mention you had an admirer at work." Oliver commented as he applied the ointment he'd retrieved to his hands. From his vantage point he could see six fair sized bruises, and he'd spotted four more on the man's front. He didn't bother to ask how Charlie had gotten banged up, he figured the answer was obvious given the man's profession.
He was just bloody thankful the man hadn't gotten burned to a crisp.
His mother hadn't raised a complete fool, Charlie thought as he answered. "I don't really pay Will any attention unless we're working together. He's annoying."
Pleased with that response Oliver went to work rubbing the ointment into the various marks, doing his best not to be sidetracked like usual by the sexy scars, adorable freckles, and the heat that flashed through his body at the small sounds of pleasure growling out of the other man's throat as he touched him. Damn but he was just so bloody hot.
Reaching out Charlie ran a hand over the man's trouser covered thigh. The muscles there were so well developed and strong from all the broom riding, and Oliver knew how to squeeze him just right between them. "You're wearing too many clothes."
"Is that your none too subtle way of saying you'd prefer me naked too?" Oliver drawled out with a grin.
"When do I not want you naked?"
Chuckling Oliver finished what he was doing first. "All right then, I'll lose the clothes while you turn over. I've still got your chest to see to."
Turning over as soon as Oliver was off him Charlie turned his head to watch the other man strip, eyes moving hungrily over the body he'd been craving like crazy. It was all he could do not to pounce when Oliver turned his attention back to him. Or more specifically to the bruises yet to be tended.
Unable not to be smug over the disappointment the man was all but radiating Oliver deliberately slid his tongue across his lips, loving the way Charlie squirmed under him in response. And with that in mind… "You wouldn't happen to have another sort of cream in that bedside table of yours, would you?"
Very much hoping that he was interpreting the question correctly Charlie nodded his head.
"Well in that case you should get it and start preparing yourself and me, now shouldn't you?"
More than pleased with that plan Charlie shuffled them over a bit so that he could grab the item from his beside drawer, coating his own fingers with the lubricant before turning his attention to Oliver's ass while the man tended to him. Not about to tease, there would be plenty of time for that later, the redhead focused solely on working one and then two fingers inside his lover's ass, loving the way the muscles flexed around him, promising to do the same around another part of his anatomy shortly.
Oliver quickly forgot about the last couple bruises, aware of nothing except the fingers pleasuring him, keening low in his throat when the third finger finally slipped inside him, the three digits moving in ways designed to not only stretch him, but to have him moaning in desperate need as they simulated his nerves. And then Charlie was reaching between them with his other lubricant slicked hand to prepare his own erection, Oliver looking down to watch with naked lust in his eyes as he stared hungrily.
Both men were breathing hard with exertion when Oliver positioned himself to slowly take his lover inside of him, Charlie's hands digging into Oliver's thighs as he did so, heels digging into the sheets for traction as he eagerly rose to meet him.
And leaning forward Oliver pressed his lips against Charlie's as they moved together, the men exchanging sweet and hot kisses, firm ones that cut off the air they didn't need in those moments and messy ones that had tongues flicking out to tease and torment as their bodies rose and fell in perfect rhythm.
Watching Oliver climax on top of him Charlie held back his own climax so he wouldn't miss a second of it, then buried his face against the man's throat when he came as well, shouting out Oliver's name as he did so.