Surprise Birthday Visit by Luvscharlie
"You could have sent it by owl, you know?" Charlie tilted his head to give Bill better access to his neck as nimble fingers unfastened his fly.
"Birthday presents should be delivered in person, little brother." Bill's fingers teased at the waistband of Charlie's jeans as the fireproof balaclava that Bill had brought him slipped between the cushions of the sofa upon which they were lying.
His thumbs hooked in Charlie's waistband drawing his pants down slowly over muscled thighs. "Of course, if you want me to leave…"
"Don't you fucking dare," Charlie gasped, fisting his hand in Bill's hair and thrusting his stiff cock toward his brother's eager lips.
Bill leaned forward, his lips inches from their goal. Charlie could feel the warmth of Bill's breath on his twitching prick… briefly. Bill drew back, taking Charlie's cock in hand and began to stroke. "So, how's your birthday been so far?"
"You fucking tease." Charlie increased the pressure on the back of Bill's head, drawing him forward. "Give me my real present."
Bill's chuckle was deep and rich. "Impatient bastard."
"I learned from the best," Charlie said, shifting his hips to emphasize his rapidly growing need. "Patient boys…"
"…go home unfucked. You always were a quick study."
"I paid attention to what you said when it mattered." He groaned as the warmth of Bill's mouth engulfed him, tongue swirling over his sensitive tip. "Fuck, yes. Merlin, that's good."
"Of course, it is. It's me."
The warmth of Bill's mouth lasted only momentarily, and Charlie whinged his frustration. "Why'd you stop?"
Bill stood, stripping off his shirt and reaching for the fly of his own trousers. "Do you think you might…?"
"Nope. It's my birthday, my blow job!" Folding his hands behind his head, Charlie stretched out. "Of course, if you do it really, really well, I might consider returning the favour. I mean you came an awful long way and all."
"You're too kind. Smarmy git." Kneeling, Bill grumbled, "Sometimes, I think I taught you too well."
Nonplussed, Charlie grinned. "You think you might get on with the sucking while it's still my birthday, or are we just gonna talk about it all—Yesss!" His words trailed off into a hiss as his brother's mouth took him once more. Bill's fingers played over his skin, and gentle touches quickly became desperate clutching grasps that bit into the flesh of his hips. "God Bill, I'm gonna—"
The sharp "pop, pop" of Apparation drew their attention, but it was too late.
"SURPRISE! Where's our birthday boy?"
Charlie barely had time to flick his wand and save the cake that fell from his mother's astonished hands. It was, after all, sinful to waste a perfectly good chocolate cake.
Fin.
A/N: Originally written for Round 1, Challenge 2 of the CW_LDWS (Charlie Weasley Last Drabble Writer Standing) Competition on Live Journal. Our prompt was a picture of a redheaded man blowing out the candle on a chocolate birthday cake and the drabble had to be under 500 words. This one made it through to the next round.