"Why are you avoiding me?"
Charlie started to pack his books away.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You're doing it now."
"Bill, I just need to get these back to my trunk."
"Talk to me, Charlie. You've never hidden anything from me before."
The younger of the pair snorted. "That's what you think."
"What's that supposed to mean? You can tell me anything. You know that, right?"
"Not this, Bill. You wouldn't understand."
Bill grabbed Charlie's arm as he tried to leave.
"Try me."
Charlie did try. He tried to form coherent thought or some form of speech that didn't involve moaning to get his brother to let go. He tried to gather his wits, but being held in place by Bill's arms between the wall and his love was having an effect on his body, which, in turn, had an effect on his brain.
A strangled moan escaped from his throat as Bill leaned closer.
Startled, Bill took a closer look at his hostage.
Erratic pulse, hitched breathing, flushed skin, glazed eyes.
'Sweet Merlin! He's aroused!'
"Is this it, Charlie? You're into bondage and had to leave a....partner behind for the summer?"
"William Weasley, you are quite possibly the densest person to walk the face of the planet."
That being said, Charlie pulled Bill into a very passionate kiss.
"Ch...Charlie..."
"Shutup, Bill."
As Charlie nibbled on his bottom lip, Bill's eyes slid shut and he hesitantly opened his mouth. Hesitation fled, however, when the other's tongue began exploring his mouth, often pausing to play with his own.
Bill started to suck on the invading flesh and Charlie's hand had just reached under his shirt, tauntingly playing with the skin he found there, when a rather loud crash was heard.
The two read heads flew apart as though they had been burnt, looking up the stairs for the source of their interruption.
Charlie once again grabbed his things and quickly left the room, leaving his older brother to watch him leave, a trembling hand touching his lips, silently cursing the twins and their hobbies.
Charlie started to pack his books away.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You're doing it now."
"Bill, I just need to get these back to my trunk."
"Talk to me, Charlie. You've never hidden anything from me before."
The younger of the pair snorted. "That's what you think."
"What's that supposed to mean? You can tell me anything. You know that, right?"
"Not this, Bill. You wouldn't understand."
Bill grabbed Charlie's arm as he tried to leave.
"Try me."
Charlie did try. He tried to form coherent thought or some form of speech that didn't involve moaning to get his brother to let go. He tried to gather his wits, but being held in place by Bill's arms between the wall and his love was having an effect on his body, which, in turn, had an effect on his brain.
A strangled moan escaped from his throat as Bill leaned closer.
Startled, Bill took a closer look at his hostage.
Erratic pulse, hitched breathing, flushed skin, glazed eyes.
'Sweet Merlin! He's aroused!'
"Is this it, Charlie? You're into bondage and had to leave a....partner behind for the summer?"
"William Weasley, you are quite possibly the densest person to walk the face of the planet."
That being said, Charlie pulled Bill into a very passionate kiss.
"Ch...Charlie..."
"Shutup, Bill."
As Charlie nibbled on his bottom lip, Bill's eyes slid shut and he hesitantly opened his mouth. Hesitation fled, however, when the other's tongue began exploring his mouth, often pausing to play with his own.
Bill started to suck on the invading flesh and Charlie's hand had just reached under his shirt, tauntingly playing with the skin he found there, when a rather loud crash was heard.
The two read heads flew apart as though they had been burnt, looking up the stairs for the source of their interruption.
Charlie once again grabbed his things and quickly left the room, leaving his older brother to watch him leave, a trembling hand touching his lips, silently cursing the twins and their hobbies.