July 2004

The club was dark, darker than most clubs, mostly to disguise what was going on in the corners. And in the middle of the dance floor, in some cases.

Harry was on his way to being drunk and had already had his dick sucked. It had been a satisfactory orgasm that had taken the edge off his evening.

After his afternoon at Molly's, Harry had snuck back to London as soon as he'd been able and fire-called Finnegan. No, Seamus hadn't been the one to suck Harry off, although he'd offered, like any good friend would. Seamus had just got him half-drunk on Irish whiskey then ferried him off to a gay bar to dance his troubles away.

Harry had tried to explain, and got as far as "Charlie fucking Weasley" before Seamus told him to say no more, and cracked open the alcohol.

He stumbled over to the bar where Seamus was being chatted up by a tall guy with long dark hair.

"I might go home," Harry said, after giving the chatter-upper an apologetic look. "I've had enough."

"Alright, mate," Seamus said. "Look after yourself, okay?"

Harry nodded. "I'll call you soon."

When he reached the door Harry looked back over his shoulder, and Seamus was already snogging the other bloke. He smiled to himself. At least someone was getting some.

He couldn't face Apparating home, not with the risk of splinching only getting worse in line with how much alcohol he'd imbibed. So far that was quite a lot. Instead he called a cab and got the man with the broad Cockney accent to drive him across the city back to his home.

"Cheers," Harry said, chucking a few notes at the driver and waiting until the man had rounded the corner before walking up to his building.

When he got to the front door, Charlie was sat on the top step.

"What the fuck?" Harry mumbled. "How long have you been there for?"

"Not long," Charlie said.

Harry unlocked the door and stepped around Charlie. "Are you coming in?"

xXx

They fucked like rabbits.

Harry was sore and out of breath, and sweat was running down his back as he pounded into Charlie's body. Charlie didn't seem to mind.

One of Charlie's hands was wrapped around the back of Harry's neck, holding him in place and meaning there was no escaping from Charlie's relentless kissing. The other was kneading Harry's arse-cheek, occasionally slapping it to urge him on.

"Fuck," Harry groaned, and Charlie bit his bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth then licking at the abused flesh.

This was not making love. They had done that before. This was now and things were different – this was raw, hard, not particularly nice. This was something they both needed. Niceties had been abandoned, any sense of taking care of a lover completely forgotten. This was primal need. This was fucking.

"Harry," Charlie moaned, the vowel sounds stretched out as he orgasmed, the come pumping out of his thick, ruddy cock in time with Harry's thrusts inside him.

Harry bit down on Charlie's nipple and came too.

It was the third time tonight – Charlie had sucked him off too, then Harry had returned the favour, then they'd both done a revitalising potion to start again.

Feeling like his bones were melting, Harry collapsed on his side and took deep, ragged breaths. His heart was pounding in his chest and his dick felt like it needed an ice bath. He shot a vague, half-arsed cooling spell at it and shuddered at the added sensation.

On impulse, he rolled on to his side and reached down between Charlie's thighs, feeling his own come seeping out of Charlie's body.

"Mmm."

"You like that?" Harry asked.

"Yeah. Feels good."

Harry slipped two fingers back into Charlie's arse and moved them gently in and out.

"Got any of that potion left?" Charlie asked as his cock started to rise again.

"Yeah. Some."

"Some is enough."

Harry reached over to the bedside table and checked the vial of potion. He swallowed half of the remaining contents himself, then poured the rest of the red, fizzy liquid between Charlie's parted lips.

It worked almost immediately and Harry felt the heat start to rise inside him again. Time for round three.