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Chapter 10: The Morning After... Sort Of
When Charlie was young he used to wonder how he'd feel the morning after he first had sex. He'd heard many different stories of the morning after. Some had been awkward, some unbelievably sappy, and some just as passionate as the night before. Charlie used to believe that his morning after would be as awkward as they came. However, as time went on he began to wonder if it would ever happen for him. The day after his second date with Oliver, as he watched Oliver wiggle into his trousers, that thought once again came back to haunt him.
Charlie lay back against his pillows, too tired to sit up, watching Oliver get dressed through heavy-lidded eyes. It was no surprise he was tired. It was four in the morning, and he'd been poked awake by Oliver.
"I have practice." Oliver had mumbled softly into his hair.
Charlie had groaned and stubbornly tightened his arms around Oliver's body, until Oliver poked him enough times that he had grudgingly relented.
He glared at Oliver's back. He'd trained himself to be a morning person, but it had been awhile since he'd had to do a 6 am shift cleaning out dragon pens.
Oliver turned around as he buttoned up his shirt and winked at Charlie.
Charlie threw a pillow at his head.
Oliver dodged it easily. Bloody Quidditch players and their reflexes. "Don't pout." Oliver opined. "We can continue this when I get off practice tonight." He leaned down and kissed Charlie gently. "When you get some lube."
Charlie pushed Oliver away and blushed furiously. "Shut it." He muttered.
Oliver snorted. "Oh come on, it's funny."
Charlie ignored Oliver's chiding as his mind went back to last night.
He remembered Oliver's hands running over him, their clothes flying all over the room, Oliver sucking at his neck like a madman, him being this close to tugging off Oliver's pants, his last offending article of clothing, when Oliver had grabbed his wrist.
"Do you have lube?" He'd whispered huskily.
Charlie's lust-filled eyes were temporarily clouded over with confusion. He shook his head.
Oliver had rolled his eyes and shoved his hands down Charlie's pants, bringing him off in less than a minute. The next five minutes were heaven for Charlie. He felt his way over Oliver's body, memorizing his pleasure points, teasing him until he couldn't see straight. They'd collapsed with Oliver on top of him, breathing heavily. He'd run his fingers through Oliver's hair and they'd fallen into a comfortable silence. Having noticed that Oliver was about to fall asleep, Charlie finally asked the question that had been plaguing him since Oliver brought him off.
"Hey Ollie?" He asked.
"Mm?" Oliver mumbled into his skin.
"Why were you asking me about lube?"
He was answered with the longest silence he'd ever experienced. Right as he began to wonder if Oliver had fallen asleep, Oliver burst into hysterical laughter.
Hearing that laughter again brought him out of his memories and back to the Quidditch player in front of him. Oliver was lying on the floor nearly choking with laughter. "I mean..." He spluttered in between hiccups. "Did you think… we just… shove it in?"
Charlie's cheeks turned pink and he sat up and crossed his arms. "Don't you have Quidditch practice to go to?" He questioned.
Oliver finally controlled his breathing and suppressed a series of hiccups. "Sorry love." He cooed. "Don't be upset."
Despite his humiliation Charlie couldn't help but feel a tingle spread through his body hearing Oliver's pet name.
It took Oliver three attempts before Charlie let him kiss him again. "Walk me down?" He requested.
Charlie rolled his eyes and got out of bed, pulling on his trousers from last night.
"You should probably walk ahead of me." Oliver advised. "It's unlikely your family's up but if anyone is…"
Charlie smiled and impulsively grabbed Oliver's hand, interlacing their fingers. He pushed open the door and looked out, listening intently for small noises only members of his family recognized as the noises of relatives moving about the house. Satisfied, he pulled Oliver out of his room and down the stairs. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, listened again and pulled Oliver into the living room, then out the door.
The cool morning air cut against Charlie's bare chest and he crossed his arms and shivered. Oliver laughed and wrapped his arms around Charlie's shivering form.
Charlie groaned at the mollycoddling then relaxed, smiling into Oliver's hair. They stood like that for several minutes. Charlie was actually beginning to feel warmer and sleepy. He leaned into Oliver more and kissed the side of his neck.
"Charlie?" Oliver asked.
"Hm?" Charlie mumbled into Oliver's neck.
"Your nipples are really hard."
Charlie groaned and pulled away. "Alright, you've ruined the mood, you can go now."
Oliver smirked. "Ruined the mood have I?" He asked.
"Yes." Charlie announced, crossing his arms once again.
Oliver moved forward and let his forehead rest against Charlie's. "Really?" He asked, voice low.
Charlie swallowed and tried to ignore his spiking arousal. "Yes?" His voice broke shamefully at those words.
Oliver's expression went from devious to pure evil. "I don't think I have." He insisted, lips hovering over Charlie's.
Charlie sucked in a breath and closed his eyes.
Oliver's mouth was on him in less than a minute.
Charlie groaned under the deliciously brutal assault of Oliver's mouth and hands. OIiver pushed him roughly against the door and licked a stripe along Charlie's neck. Charlie moaned and pulled Oliver closer, nudging Oliver's mouth against his own. Oliver kissed him once, twice, three times and then pulled away.
Charlie fisted his hands in Oliver's shirt. "Don't tease." He whispered, pulling Oliver back toward him.
"I really have to go." The Scottish man reminded him.
Charlie let out a huge groan of frustration and leaned his head against Oliver's shirt. "You are killing me Oliver." He whined.
Oliver gently kissed him. "Sorry love. He uttered. "But if I don't leave now I won't. You have no idea what you do to me."
Charlie reluctantly pulled away and sighed. "I think I have a pretty good idea." He rubbed his face vigorously, hoping that would somehow make his flush disappear.
Oliver kissed him one last time and stepped back. "Are you coming by tonight?" He asked.
"Course."
"Good. How's seven?" He asked.
"Perfect." Charlie replied.
Oliver checked his watch, did a double take, swiftly kissed Charlie and dissaparated.
Charlie leaned against the door, smiling at the spot where Oliver disappeared until the cold forced him to go inside.
There couldn't be anything more embarrassing, Charlie realized, than standing in the sexual health section of a Muggle drug store trying to pick out lubricant. He'd considered going to the apothecary near his house, but he definitely didn't feel like buying lubricant from a man who'd known him since he was a kid. He was even gladder he decided to walk for thirty minutes into Muggle London instead since it was becoming abundantly clear he had no idea what he was doing. Half the lubricants said "female" on them. He wondered if besides the bright pinks and purples of those lubes versus. the blacks and greens of the other lubes if there was really a difference between the two. He picked up a white bottle and began to read the back.
"Can I help you with anything?"
Charlie jumped out of his skin and dropped the bottle. He quickly picked it up and turned to the man standing in front of him. The bloke looked like he was barely 21, unbelievably thin, with dark black curls and freckles. His nametag said "Hi, my name is Paul".
Paul smiled and continued talking when Charlie didn't answer him. "I can help you with all your customer needs." He replied cheerily, winking at Charlie.
Oh Merlin he was gay. This couldn't possibly get any worse. "I may need some help." He mumbled, unable to stop the flush that crept up his neck.
Paul eyed the item in Charlie's hand. "Ah." He acknowledged. "Well that is important isn't it?" He winked again.
Charlie's cheeks flamed.
Paul took the lube out of Charlie's hand and shook his head. "You don't want this one." He advised, putting it back. He looked at various lubes, mumbling quietly to himself, picked up a bottle, took an embarrassingly long glance at Charlie's arse, shook his head and put it back.
Finally he pulled a black bottle off the shelf and handed it to Charlie. "Use this one. It has a high boiling point and it's not sticky."
Charlie held the bottle tightly in his grasped hand and looked at the floor. "Thanks." He mumbled, blushing furiously.
"You need help with anything else?" Paul asked. "Condoms or anything?"
Charlie shook his head quickly. "I have erm… we…" He began with no idea how he was planning to finish that sentence. He, like every other wizard on this planet, knew a protection spell that rendered Muggle condoms virtually useless.
"No problem." Paul continued. "I can ring you up if you're ready."
Charlie followed Paul to the register and placed the lube on the counter. Another customer walked into the store and he quickly fumbled under the counter for a chocolate bar, placing it on top of his incriminating item.
"Nothing to be ashamed of sweetie." Paul muttered from behind the counter. He rang up the lubricant and deposited it into a bag, then held the candy bar and eyed Charlie. "Do you want this?" He asked.
Acknowledging that he'd been caught, Charlie shook his head no.
Paul smiled and placed the candy behind the counter.
Charlie quickly paid for his purchase with some of the Muggle money his dad always advised him to carry around.
Paul handed him his bag and his change. "Have a nice day!" He said loudly.
As Charlie took the bag Paul leaned closer and whispered. "Good luck."
Charlie's face flamed and he hurried out the store, swearing to himself he'd never come back again.
Charlie spent the rest of the day unable to concentrate on anything but the clock. At five-thirty he locked himself in the bathroom to prepare for tonight and at six-fifteen when the shower was still running, his entire family was openly worrying about him.
"I called his name four times before he even acknowledged I was there." Ginny was saying to Hermione, as they sat in the living room with George, Harry, and Ron. "Then I asked him what he was thinking about and he said "yes". He's not himself and I'm worried."
Hermione nodded encouragingly. "How long has he been in the shower anyway?" She asked.
George snorted.
Ginny rolled her eyes at George's blatant innuendo. "He's nervous about something." She deduced.
They all quieted as they heard the shower turn off.
"Well at least he didn't drown himself." Ron replied.
Thirty minutes later Charlie shot through the living room like a hurricane and tripped over George's feet.
Ron caught him before he fell and raised an eyebrow. "Nice shirt." He complimented, looking thoroughly surprised. Charlie was wearing another dress shirt similar to the one he wore the night before, but this one didn't seem to require a tie, and a pair of slacks. The entire family had watched in shock as he'd left the night before in a suit they didn't even know he owned, and now here he was in yet another stylish outfit.
"Yeah thanks." Charlie replied distractedly, playing with the sleeves of his shirt.
"Are you going somewhere?" Ginny asked.
Charlie made a noncommittal sound and checked his watch again.
George snorted.
Hermione looked thoroughly concerned now. "Charlie, are you feeling alright?"
Charlie actually seemed to have heard her for once. He shocked his siblings by giving her an illuminating smile. "I'm brilliant." He responded genuinely. He looked at his watch. "I should go, it's almost seven."
His siblings stared after him at he literally skipped out the door. As the door closed he yelled over his shoulder. "Tell Mum not to wait up!"
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and George stared slack-jawed at the front door.
It was Ron who finally broke the shocked silence. "He's going to get a leg over!"
Hermione looked extremely disturbed. "Ron! Don't joke like that! It's in poor taste." She chided.
George was still staring out the window, a small smile on his face. "Oh it's definitely not a joke." He emphasized.
A/N: Well sorry for the long wait, I'm still recovering from midterms. I'd estimate that the next chapter will be out around 10/7/12.