A/N: PWP. GEG is going to kill me. I love you all. You're all wonderful.
February 2001
It was late when there was a knock on Charlie's door.
He was in the kitchen, rearranging the cupboards for something to occupy his mind. As he stood he glanced at the clock on the wall. He had been accurate nearly to the hour.
When he opened the door Harry was leaning against the side of the porch, one leg casually propping himself up. His hair had grown... and so had he. Or maybe it was just the heavy dragon hide boots he was wearing.
"Hi," Charlie said.
"Hi."
"Do you want to come in?"
Harry walked past him, into the vast living space. He'd only brought one small bag with him which he dumped next to the door.
"You don't seem surprised to see me."
"I saw you coming," Charlie said with a dismissive shrug.
"You... saw me."
This tension between them cracked and fizzled as they made mindless chatter while their bodies ached, physically ached for the closeness of the other. Charlie struggled to explain:
"About three weeks ago I noticed it first. There were just... signs, all over the place."
"Tea leaves?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"To start with, yeah," Charlie said. "Other things too. Shapes, patterns... I wondered what that rectangle thing was until I saw you."
He lifted his hand and gently touched the side of Harry's new glasses.
"Don't tell me you actually learned something from Trelawney."
"I dunno. She used to tell me to look for things and I just saw them. Mum said it came from her side of the family. Apparently one of her brothers was particularly good at Divination. You know it's not a precise magic. Sometimes it just creeps up on you."
"That sucks. Your skills ruined my surprise."
Charlie smiled as he reached for Harry's waist, drawing the other man closer.
"I don't know about that."
Their kiss teased with the intimacy to come, gentle, careful, but knowing... intensity and passion simmering underneath. Harry let himself be taken, tilting his head back to allow Charlie further access to his mouth, his neck. He braced his hands, gripping Charlie's forearms tightly and appreciating the tense corded muscle underneath.
"Has anyone else touched you?" Charlie asked in a low voice, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against Harry's.
Harry looked him dead in the eye. "Yes."
"Good," Charlie said. "I don't feel bad, now."
"You shouldn't have felt bad anyway. We had an agreement."
"That's true. Do you want something to eat? I could cook. Or order something in."
Harry shook his head slowly. "I've eaten."
"Tired?"
"No... Take me to bed."
"Are you sure?" Charlie gripped Harry's hair as he spoke, demanding a certain type of honesty that came with a delicate throb of pain.
"Charlie," Harry said evenly. "I know what I want."
Harry's hair was tugged back further. "You always did," Charlie said, and closed his mouth over Harry's throat.
Charlie decided that Apparition was safer than attempting to walk while Harry's teeth were wrapped around his earlobe, and held the other man close to his chest while he made the short jump. They stripped with the haste and desperation of two people who needed each other on so many levels. It was physical. And emotional. And magical.
Tongues and fingers and the slick slide of wet lubricant, kisses and the sound of whispered endearments filled the room that Charlie already thought of as theirs, even while Harry was on the other side of the world. The missing him had been huge. Too much to bear.
What had started at an impatient pace slowed as Charlie's touches grew gentle, drawing soft murmurs of content and sighs of pleasure from Harry's throat as he licked and sucked at his cock... and worked two slick fingers into his ass.
Then he drew back with a final kiss to Harry's hipbone. "Are you ready?"
"Yes." He looked up into wide blue eyes and knew he'd never been more sure of anything.
"It's going to hurt," Charlie warned.
"Not where it matters most."
"You have an answer for everything, don't you?"
Harry smirked. "It's a skill. Be inside me, Charlie."
"Okay."
They kissed again unhurriedly and Harry felt it, pressing against his prepared opening, then a twisting push and dull ache as he was stretched open, filled. He noticed that his arms were gripping Charlie's biceps and wondered where the sense of déjà vu came from until he remembered the dream but it was nothing like this.
Suddenly the dream seemed incredibly one dimensional compared to this multi-faceted onslaught of feelings and pain and pleasure. Charlie kissed him, the sweetness almost aching in his chest, almost distracting from that squirming pain that was starting to blur at the edges into a new type of pleasure, one that he'd never allowed himself to explore before.
"Charlie," he gasped, finding his voice again.
"Are you okay?" Charlie murmured in a low voice, his lips dangerously close to Harry's ear. He nipped at the soft lobe, then trailed teasing kisses along the side of his neck. "Harry."
"Yeah," Harry said. Then again: "Yes."
The 'yes' was different to the 'yeah'; yes was an affirmation, a plea, a cry for more, please, I need it.
"Can I move?" Charlie asked, and Harry realised that this wasn't it. That this feeling of being full of his boyfriend's cock was about to get even better, and he only nodded against the side of Charlie's neck, afraid that he wouldn't know the words to take things further.
Harry held his breath as Charlie pulled back and cried out as he pushed back in. He hated feeling so vulnerable, knowing that his safety and pleasure was in the hands of someone else. He rarely let that happen.
But at the same time this was the man he had wanted for so long. He trusted Charlie Weasley more than pretty much any other person in the whole world. And, despite all his reservations, it actually felt quite good.
When his fingers were wrapped in Charlie's he smiled against the other man's kisses and held on tight; then Charlie moved his hand, stroking down his own body until he encouraged Harry to take hold of his own cock. Only then did he recognise the move as one of his own, and a silent signal from Charlie that he was close.
It was only when his fist closed around his cock that Harry realised how hard he was... and that it probably wouldn't take that long to get him off either. It seemed instinctive to him to match the movement of his hand with the strokes of Charlie's cock in his ass; slow, measured strokes that somehow hit all the right spots at the same time.
"Harry," Charlie said in a low voice. "Harry, I-"
Harry cut him off with a kiss that bordered on violent, swallowing the words that he was sure Charlie was about to say. Words that he just couldn't hear. Not yet.
His body trembled as his balls drew up tight and he orgasmed with a force he'd barely felt before, spilling hard between their stomachs.
"Oh my god," he gasped as another tremor shook his body and he wrapped his arms tightly around Charlie's back, holding on.
"I'm nearly there," Charlie said with a voice straining with tension. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No," Harry whispered. "I want it inside me."
"Fuck, Harry..."
The last few moments were uncomfortable, only because he was so sensitive after his monumental orgasm. Still, it was worth it when Charlie reared back on his arms and threw his head back as he came, exposing the long line of his throat and the few, faint bruises that Harry had left there.
Charlie collapsed to Harry's side, breathing hard but still finding the breath to leave little kisses on his arm and shoulder. Smiling, Harry tilted his head to insist those kisses fell on his lips instead, and wandlessly, wordlessly levitated the blanket up over them both.
"Are you okay?" Charlie asked as Harry lifted his arm, making room for Charlie to lay his head down on his chest.
"I'm better now," Harry said and threaded his fingers through soft, slightly too long red hair. "I think I'm going to sleep better tonight than I have for the past year."
"Yeah," Charlie said softly. "Me too. Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad you're home."
Harry hesitated for a moment, wanting to protest that he wasn't home, not yet, then changed his mind.
"Me too."