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Seeking Each Other

Too comfortable to move Oliver basked silently in the pleasure of lying on top of his lover with his head pillowed on the other man's shoulder. He'd been told he wasn't too heavy so he didn't worry about that, concentrating instead on moving a single finger across the man's skin as he connected the freckles that were spattered over the man's shoulders, amusing himself by making patterns. He'd tried on several occasions to count them all, but he always got distracted before he'd documented even a quarter of them, Oliver thought with a smile. The man had a hell of a lot of freckles.

"How long can you stay?" Charlie murmured as he nuzzled his cheek against Oliver's sweat soaked hair, stroking his hand up and down the keeper's bare back. The man still had Quidditch so it wouldn't be for long, but he could call in some favors and clear up his schedule as soon as he knew what time frame they were looking at.

"I don't have to be back until Thursday night." Shifting up so that he was resting up against his crossed arms Oliver met Charlie's gaze. "I've never been to Romania before, so I figure I can do some sightseeing while you work. I don't want to get in the way."

"I prefer you get in my way as much as possible, actually." The redhead grinned, already planning how they could spend their time together. "I should be able to pass most of my shifts onto the others, most of them owe me."

"You don't have to do that." Oliver protested, though it pleased him that Charlie was so willing to do so to spend time with him. "If I wanted you to do that I would have given you advanced warning. I don't want to interfere with your work. Half the reason I didn't tell you was because I didn't want to make you feel that you had to rearrange your life while I was here."

To most people that wouldn't make a lot of sense, but then most people didn't get people like them, who were devoted to their job with a sometimes scary intensity. As much as they wanted to spend time together Charlie got that if the situation were reversed he'd do and say the same thing because he knew how much Quidditch meant to his lover. He didn't know any player who trained as hard or as religiously as Oliver always had, even when he'd been a kid.

"If I need to work then I will, otherwise I'm spending my time with you." Rolling them over Charlie grinned down at the other man, giving him a cheerful kiss before inquiring as to the other reason why Oliver had decided not to tell him that he was coming.

Oliver grinned back mischievously. "Cause you're a Weasley. You guys love surprises."

"We do." Charlie agreed, giving his man another, hotter kiss. "And you are constantly a surprise to me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

More snogging followed, the mood content and lazy since they'd worn each other out pretty good and neither was quite up to taking it further just yet, no pun intended.

They broke off the making out though when they both became aware of the fact that Charlie's stomach was growling and apparently wanted to be fed very shortly.

Having recognized the sound Oliver patted the man's lean stomach as he laughed. "Hungry, I take it?"

"Starving." The redhead assured him, though rather then get up Charlie turned his attention to kissing Oliver's shoulders and neck, all for ignoring his stomach's demands in favor of sampling the other man's skin instead.

But Charlie couldn't control his stomach and when it started making noises again Oliver lightly slapped his man on the ass to get his attention. "All right you, we need to get you up and some food into your system before you're so hungry you forget you're not a cannibal and eat me instead. Besides, I've got plan for you this evening that aren't going to happen if you're low on fuel. Off with you, I'll make you a sandwich or something."

Grinning like an idiot Charlie sat back on his knees, enjoying the view below him for several heartbeats before giving into orders, shifting and then sliding off the bed.

Sitting up Oliver didn't look away for a second as he watched the redhead's so very nice and bare ass walk over to retrieving his trousers, a gleam coming into his eyes when he took note of the fact that the man didn't bother to put back on his underwear before slipping into them.

He was so going to take advantage of that later.

Forcing himself to get up as well Oliver got out of bed and retrieved his trousers from in front of the bedside table, absently taking note of the fact that there was a framed picture of his lover with his family sitting there. It was an old one, from the family's trip to Egypt from the looks of it, but that made sense since there wouldn't have been many group photos of all the Weasleys together after that and before Fred's death.

And trying not to think about his lost friend Oliver switched his gaze to looking over the other members of the family, the youngest in the picture reminding him of something he needed to give Charlie a heads up on.

Pulling the trousers up to rest of his hips he didn't bother to do up the zipper or the hooks as he walked around the bed to where Charlie was tossing his clothes into his hamper so that they wouldn't be in the way.

Coming up behind him Oliver wrapped his arms around the man's waist, nuzzling his cheek against Charlie's. "I meant to tell you earlier, your little sister knows about us."

Since Ginny was fairly observant that didn't surprise him, not to mention he was aware that several other members of his family and their shared group of friends had clued into the fact that he and Oliver were getting naked with each other every chance they got. They tended to get some very interesting looks from the more observant, but so far no one had come right out and asked them to confirm or deny. Until now, apparently. "What did she say?"

"My team played hers last week, and she took me aside after the game and demanded to know if I'd let in one of her goals because she was your little sister. She was very…adamant that she would beat me bloody with a beater bat if I was using her to earn points with you."

That he could so totally see. "And what did you say?"

"I said that she got that Quaffle past me because the bloody sun got in my eyes at a bad moment and that's why she pulled off the goal so easily. Then I told her that she had nothing to worry about because even if you were the one trying to score on me I'd do my best to stop you."

"In a game of Quidditch, yes." Charlie agreed, turning around in Oliver's arms with a mischievous look in his darkening eyes. "But outside the pitch…you let down your defenses and let me score on you as much as I like, don't you?" Sliding his hands around the man's hips Charlie easily slid his hands under the man's loose trousers and trailed one finger between the man's ass cheeks, massaging the opening he found there which was still loose enough from their earlier lovemaking to allow him to get two fingers inside of his man, eliciting a gasp and low moan from Oliver as he arched to take the fingers deeper.

Nodding his head in total agreement Oliver leaned down to press his lips against Charlie's for a hot and needy kiss, both forgetting all about food shortly thereafter as they backed up towards the bed they'd just left.

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A while later the two men stumbled into Charlie's kitchen, both starving at this point and in desperate need of some serious fuel. Insisting that Oliver take a seat at the table Charlie headed for his fridge to retrieve sandwich fixings since neither of them were up to waiting for something that would take longer to make. And not all that eager to try sitting down on his well used ass at the moment Oliver asked where the plates and such were instead, getting out plates, glasses and the bread while Charlie retrieved the rest from their various places. Within minutes they both had a couple stacked sandwiches in front of them and glasses filled with ice cold pumpkin juice.

"You all right?" Charlie asked, noting the way Oliver eased himself into the chair beside him. He hadn't meant to take the man so quick and hard, he'd lost control of his body at the end.

Oliver grin was sheepish. "I asked for it. Now let's eat."

Agreeing wholeheartedly with that suggestion Charlie joined the man in devouring their first sandwiches with single-minded focus, the redhead waiting until they'd both eaten enough to take the edge off before bringing up their unfinished conversation from before. "So if Ginny knows then that means a lot of people are figuring it out on their own. You okay with just cluing everyone in the next time I'm in London?" He could just write them of course, but that would mean Oliver would take the brunt of their reactions without him around since he wouldn't be there for them to question and tease.

Setting down his sandwich Oliver gave Charlie his full attention. "Yeah?"

Charlie nodded. "I've got no problem telling them if it's all right with you. My mum and George will probably start hounding you over it like crazy though, just so you know. George won't be able to help himself from teasing you and my mum will want to use you as a lure to get me to move back to London where she can keep an eye on me."

"I'll have Angelina keep George busy, and your mum will probably bring me food to bribe me with, right? I think I can handle that."

Seeing how pleased the other man was Charlie figured that his lover had wanted them to come out as a couple for a while now but hadn't asked him for some reason. At first they'd kept quiet because it was new ground for both of them, trying a long distance relationship, and they hadn't wanted well meaning friends and family judging or meddling in their business. Plus they had wanted to make sure they could make it work because they shared many of the same friends and Oliver was close to Harry and George as well, who were family. If they'd broken up they'd wanted to keep it between themselves without anyone feeling they needed to take sides. But they'd been seeing each other whenever they could for months now so obviously they were doing something right. The distance might even have been working for them, since neither had ever been involved with someone for so long before.

Still. "You know, if you wanted to come out as a couple before this I would have been fine with it."

Taking a sip from his glass Oliver shrugged his shoulders after setting it down. "It's okay. I mean even I'm not sure how I'll explain this to my parents with us living in two different countries and all. They won't get how we're pulling it off."

"Well when they start asking that just point out that we're perfectly suited for each other. That should help." Or at least that was his plan when it came to dealing with his mum's questions, Charlie thought wryly, knowing there would be a lorry full for him to deal with once he clued her into the real reason he bunked with Oliver whenever he was in London.

Surprise was all over Oliver's face, the man very grateful he didn't have food or drink in his mouth. Charlie thought they were perfectly suited for each other, really?

"What? It's true." Amusement on his face Charlie ticked the items off on his fingers as he rhymed them off, having given this some prior thought. "We come from the same house and have similar family backgrounds and value systems. We share close friends, get along with each other's families, and had a solid history together even before we started seeing each other. Plus we both get the other's devotion towards their job so we don't get jealous or possessive about the time we invest in our careers. Oh, and we're hotter than fiendfyre in bed, though we should probably keep that to ourselves."

Okay, he agreed with that, especially the last part.

And while he wanted to ask if Charlie really thought they were perfect together Oliver couldn't bring himself to ask such a girlie question, especially since the redhead had essentially confirmed it already. He just wanted to hear it again.

Completely oblivious to the thoughts going through Oliver's head Charlie assumed the topic had run its course and inquired whether his sister's team or Oliver's had won in their recent match.

And since nothing distracted Oliver quite like a discussion revolving around Quidditch the keeper immediately launched into a goal by goal retelling of the match between his team and the Holyhead Harpies, which his team had just barely won due to the gross incompetence of his team's seeker and the violent behavior of the Harpies' beaters, who rather scared him just a little.

Propping his head up on one hand Charlie listened while finishing off his sandwich, not surprised that the other man had completely forgotten about the rest of his own supper. He had the same single-minded focus when it came to his fascination with dragons. He'd talk the ear off of anyone who would listen given half the chance. And Oliver was just so damn adorable when he talked about Quidditch, the man's whole face lit up like a kid at Christmas, Charlie thought affectionately, just barely managing to stop himself from stealing a kiss or two.

He could listen to his lover talk about the sport for hours so long as he got to enjoy how animated it made him.

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When he'd covered the game sufficiently Oliver belatedly clued into the fact that he was sounding more than a little hoarse, the fact highlighted by the fact that the first thing Charlie did was hand him his recently refilled glass of juice to ease the burn in his throat from talking too much. This led him to glance at the nearby wall clock and do the math, wincing as he realized just how long he'd been talking for. He knew he talked too much when it was about Quidditch, especially when no one attempted to stop him, and the look he sent in Charlie's direction was full of apologies.

"Sounds like quite the game, sorry I missed it."

Flushing Oliver rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand while apologizing for no doubt boring him with his play by play retelling.

"You don't bore me, ever."

Pleasure overtook embarrassment even though he knew the other man had to be just saying that. "I know how bad I am, you know."

"Sometime in the coming week I'm going to take you into the reserve and show you my dragons." Charlie informed him, toasting Oliver with his almost empty glass. "And believe me when I say I will talk more to you about dragons in those couple hours then you would normally hear me talk in two normal days. You put up with that, I can certainly put up with your Quidditch talks, especially since I happen to like the sport AND understand it. You're the one who's going to be bored out of your mind once I get going about dragon behavior and how pissed I am that they don't have nearly enough space here because the stupid government has their heads up their asses, and not because I shoved them up there despite the provocation to do so."

Laughing Oliver relaxed, belatedly remembering he still had some food to eat. Picking up his sandwich Oliver gave Charlie a grin, bumping their shoulders together affectionately. "I'm sure I won't be bored, you have such a way with words and imagery."

Charlie just grinned, pleased with the world in general for the moment. He had all the comforts he needed and his man beside him. Life didn't get much better than that.

"So will I get to meet Silica while I'm here?" He knew that was the name of Charlie's favorite dragon, though he couldn't quite remember what kind she was at the moment.

Enthusiasm flared in Charlie's bright eyes. "You bet. She's been really good lately actually, and I've pretty much broken her of her habit of trying to flambé anyone speaking with an English accent around her. Participating in the Triwizard Tournament really put her off people from our country, but she's known me since she was a hatchling and that helped a lot."

Okay, there had only been four dragons in the tournament, which meant there was a twenty-five percent chance that Silica was the dragon who'd tried to eat Harry. "Uhm…Charlie? Which dragon was she again?"

The look that crossed Charlie's face said it all.

"Your favorite dragon is the one that tried to eat my seeker, isn't it?"

"She wasn't…okay, she might have eaten him if she'd caught him, but there really isn't much to him so she'd have probably just mauled him to death." Hunching his shoulders at the look he was getting Charlie's tone was defensive. "Hey, I argued against using dragons in the tournament in the first place. And despite what some people think she was my favorite way before the match, it has nothing to do with the fact that she nearly killed my future brother in law. I like Harry, you know. It was just an unfortunate turn of events."

Rolling his eyes Oliver couldn't help but laugh, the whole thing was too ridiculous for words.

And he kept laughing until Charlie's lips pressed against his to silence him and turn his thoughts to other things.