A/N: To commemorate the 15 year anniversary of the creation of this work (it was posted much later) I have added an adaption through Ron's perspective.
Disclaimer: This is a fan created work.
'Look out, little brother!' Ron heard Charlie shout, feeling a strong, calloused hand grab his wrist from his left.
'Merlin!' Ron ungracefully squealed as he lurched forward, his rear only narrowly saved from a burst of flames that originated from the snout of a slumbering Chinese Fireball.
'Keep attention, little brother!' The elder one laughed, clapping the younger one on the back. 'These are some dangerous beasts.'
'Ah, they're harmless.' Ron grinned.
His older brother released a musical laugh, swinging a heavy rope around the trunk of an extremely thick and well rooted tree. It was looped on the other end through iron hoops screwed in tightly along the outside of the Welsh Green's cage.
Ron watched as Charlie pulled it tight, arms bulging. The shiny burn scars on his arms reflected menacingly in the firelight. Ron watched his elder brother's muscular appendages flex and relax with envy as Charlie fastened the rope, tying it into an impossibly complicated knot, effectively pinning the cage in place.
Ron grinned. His admiration for Charlie had never been a secret to anyone. Ron completely idolized him. Attempted to emulate him. In fact, he proudly sported nearly the same haircut as Charlie's, all though his own curls were shorter and messier.
Regardless of being only fourteen, Ron had height on his side and was nearly eye level with Charlie, who was twenty one and had a stalkier build. Obviously he made up for height in muscle mass. Muscles Ron hoped he could develop eventually.
'Yeah, you say that now.' said Charlie with a dashing smile. 'You just wait until she wakes up!' He patted the tree trunk to which he had secured the cage. 'She's been pretty cranky. Can't even get near the Horntail, over there.' He said, gesturing off into the distance with a shovel. 'Took a team of nine to bring them here. I figure we'll need double to take 'em back after the First Task is complete. They'll be quite agitated, you see.'
'Are all the Dragons girls?' Ron asked, peering through the thick trees of the Forbidden Forest. He could see four torches as they burned a safe distance away from each other. Posted very high up, they served as a marker for the locations of the Dragons from a distance in the darkness of the Forbidden Forest. Charlie told him they would burn even in the pouring rain.
With the enchanted fires burning, it was easy to forget that it was mid November. The temperature resembled late August. Even though it was pitch black and the moment you wandered far enough away, the temperature was brisk-- cold enough to see your breath in the air and cause your teeth to chatter.
'It was requested that nesting females be brought.' Charlie laughed nervously, shaking his head. 'I wish I could tell you why. I begged them to tell me and they won't. I figure... it's something to do with the nests?' Charlie cocked his head to the side and looked at Ron with a raised brow.
Ron knew where Charlie was headed with that comment and he quickly moved on to another subject. 'Are you staying nearby?' He queried, watching as the Shortsnout's feet kicked in its sleep. Ron did his best to convince himself that he was perfectly content to pretend he didn't have an exbestfriendtraitor participating in the Tournament.
'Oh yeah, I've got to. I'm here five more days.' Charlie told him, chuckling at the dreaming dragon and patting her leg fearlessly. 'The Dragons need a caretaker.'
Ron had decided that Charlie needed an assistant. Since he hadn't spoken to Harry in weeks and since Hermione was being insufferable about it, he took it upon himself to help his brother with the Dragons in any way that he could. Ron would find his own way to take part in the Triwizard Tournament. To hell with Harry Potter.
'Ok, Ron!' Charlie shouted from a short distance away. 'When I say pull, you pull. Got it, Little brother?'
Ron grasped the chain, 'Got it!'
The Hungarian Horntail had tossed her cage again. It was the second time in one night she snapped the ropes, waking with a thunderous screech.
'Her cage will hold for now, but it's only a matter of time before she breaks loose.' Charlie explained. The Sleeping Draught had to be strengthened threefold to keep her relaxed and she had to be given twice the dose.
Charlie had said that the poor beast was so agitated, she needed something stronger than rope. With that, they set to fastening her cage with chains. They had successfully secured the final chain when Ron lost his footing and felt his elbow bump the giant burning torch near the cage. An ember the size of Charlie's fist crumbled off, landing directly on Ron's left shoulder.
'Bloody hell!' Ron bellowed as his shoulder was seared.
Charlie rushed to his side, patting out the tiny flame that was alight on his little brother's sleeve. 'Bloody thing... you all right?!'
'Bet that Horntail burns more.' Ron said through gritted teeth as Charlie examined him, pretending it didn't hurt like fucking hell. The pain made him want to cry. It was the worst thing he had ever felt. But he bit back his tears. He aimed to impress Charlie, determined to prove he was worthy of being a Dragon Tamer. 'I barely feel it.' He lied quickly, clenching his jaw.
'Second degree... I've got just what we need in my tent.' Charlie smiled, leading him to a goblin-sized, yellow tent that stood a short distance away from the Dragon's Keep. It was magically enlarged on the inside and considerably cooler. Ron sighed out in relief. The cool air did help the burning pain on his shoulder.
Charlie had a large bed with a dark wooden headboard. Extremely lifelike dragons were intricately carved into the posts. Their surprisingly animated eyes stared straight ahead over the sleeper into the room, claws and teeth bared, as if standing guard. A cushy leather armchair was positioned in front of a small fireplace. The surface of a wooden table was level with the right armrest of the chair, a wizard chess board etched into the surface of the table. Ron's eyes glittered at it, noticing it also held a single drawer. And a hat rack that had everything but a hat hanging from it.
'Do you always live in here, Charlie?' Ron asked in surprise.
Charlie pulled the drawer open, glass clinking inside. 'Yeah! Home sweet home! It's all I need and it's portable.'
'It's brilliant! I could live in one of these for months' Ron chirped.
Charlie grinned, producing a vial of bright red fluid and examining it. 'You sure? You've got to be very low maintenance. Mum still does your laundry at home.' Charlie teased. 'Here we go!'
He beamed brightly, crossing over to Ron and sitting him on the arm chair. 'You'll have to unbutton your shirt...' Charlie said, pouring a little bit of the potion onto a piece of gauze.
Ron attempted to lift his arm but found it immobile. It was burned in just the right spot so that lifting it was agony. 'I don't think I can...' He said apologetically.
'Oh sorry, Ron. Of course.' He said as he knelt before the youngest Weasley brother, setting the vial down on the floor. 'Here, I'll help.'
Charlie leaned on his knees in front of Ron, reaching forward. 'You know, you're taking this really well!' He said in amusement as he opened the first button on Ron's shirt. 'My colleagues back on the reservation complain constantly.' The second button opened as Ron smiled cheekily. When the third button opened, Charlie's casual manner withered into silence.
Ron watched it. Charlie's faced dropped and suddenly his cheeks flared red. He seemed a little... confused or... or... frozen. Ron gave him a nervous look but Charlie wasn't watching Ron's face. He hadn't even noticed Ron's alarm, apparently.
Charlie was looking at him, sure. Just not at his face. He waited for Charlie to say something, however he just stared silently, eyes transfixed somewhere between his neck and chest. And he was barely blinking.
Huh? Ron thought, feeling both afraid and embarrassed. Does he see something abnormal?
Charlie continued to the fourth button, all though his movements were unmistakably slower. More careful. Ron felt a foreign swoop of energy at which he had the strange urge to shift his weight as he continued to quietly observe his brother's motions.
Charlie's eyes were darting up and down and side to side, all but rolling in circles, all over his torso. All though it was fairly obvious his gaze was straying south. Ron couldn't fathom why.
The burn's on my shoulder... he thought, puzzled.
In fact, he had become so distracted by Charlie's odd behaviour this time Ron really could only barely feel the pain. He felt his cheeks flush crimson as Charlie continued to gaze at him, red faced as Ron was.
Time had become strange in the next few moments, which seemed to stretch into eons. Charlie reached for the fifth button and Ron couldn't help but notice his breathing had changed. It was much heavier. Almost a soft, soundless panting through his parted lips.
As it came undone, Ron noticed Charlie haul a deep breath into his lungs and his expression became vacant. Ron nearly shifted his weight again uncomfortably before he reminded himself that if it was really bad, Charlie would heal him. He was sure only his shoulder was burned but maybe not... maybe there was something else wrong with him.
After popping open the sixth and seventh button with nothing but a gentle tug of fabric, Ron knew for absolutely certain that he wasn't imagining the sudden strangeness in the atmosphere. Another long, silent breath, and Charlie gently pushed the hem of his shirt aside at the hem of the collar.
Ron's elder brother slipped his shirt off as he continued to stare, eyes becoming unmistakably glassy. He felt the tender softness of Charlie's digits touch his skin very slightly as the sleeve passed Ron's elbow. Ron felt a bizarre tingle when he felt it, however, it was so brief he barely had time to recognize it. He was getting frightened, now.
'Is it bad?' Ron croaked out, examining Charlie's expression.
Finally, he saw Charlie blink hard at least a half dozen times before he spoke, sounding perfectly normal. 'Not at all!' The deep crimson flush receeded from his face and Ron felt his whole body release it's tension in relief.
Charlie moved to stand behind Ron and set to dabbing the wound on his shoulder.
Ron could still hear the soft sound of Charlie panting from behind him. He could feel his breath passing over the back of his neck and it gave him goosebumps.
What the...?
It was so warm. It sent thrums of energy down his spine. Ron held as still as he could, partly because he didn't want to disturb Charlie's healing work but also because... because... Charlie's breath felt so very... very... tingly. Ron shifted again but this time it was a subconscious action. The sensation of Charlie's breath fanning across his upper back had caused him to twist slightly.
'Mmm... Feels better.' Ron said in a soft voice that made him bite his lip and quickly release it. Ron found he had sounded... strange when he had said that. He hadn't meant to. And knew he had. But he couldn't place how. Charlie dabbed the burn and answered. 'Good... good.'
Ron heard Charlie take a sudden breath in through his nose however Ron heard him cut it off before his lungs were full and switched back to his mouth. He felt Charlie lean closer. Now not only his breath warmed and tingled the back of his neck but the heat radiating from his body was within range as well. What is... going... Something's off..
Ron turned his head slightly and saw Charlie hovering inches away from the back of his neck. He widened his eyes in fear. 'You're lying! You see something bad, don't you?' He accused as Charlie quickly pulled away.
What on earth would he need to be that close to see? Are nargels real but just really tiny?
'Not at all!' Charlie said assuringly but followed it with a nervous laugh that kept Ron's suspicion that something was wrong alive. 'You're all healed up!'
Charlie stopped the vial. Ron noticed him avert his eyes as he slipped his shirt on. 'I'll probably call it a night, now.' He said nonchalantly. Ron felt a rush of relief. So Charlie hadn't seen some weird pustule growing on him. Thank Merlin. Back to the Dragon Taming!
'Can I stay with you?' Ron asked hopefully.
'Uhh... maybe tomorrow.' Charlie's voice was stricken with angst. Mum. Ron knew. Charlie never had been the best babysitter. Without Bill, everyone got into trouble somehow. But they were at Hogwarts! What Mum didn't know wouldnt hurt her!
Hours after Ron's departure, he lay awake in his bed for a long time. Harry was snoozing beside him. Everything was normal, wasn't it? Fantastic! Even! He was going to be with his brother for the next couple of days. Helping with Dragons! Why did he feel so... so... antsy.
What's wrong with me? He mused.
Just as Ron was beginning to feel drowsy he remembered the sensation of his older brother's breath on his neck. And his eyes reopened.
So weird. Ron thought to himself.
He tried to remember another feeling that tingly and found that he couldn't.
The next night seemed very hard on his brother. All though they worked at an even pace, Charlie seemed to be constantly straining.
As Ron worked by his side, Charlie would look at him with that strange expression that he still could not place. His earthen eyes quietly pleading.
Every so often they'd scan him with desperation. What they were looking for Ron didn't know. But it was definitely something. He just knew it was. He could feel it.
The many times his brother glanced up at him that night, the surrounding firelight illuminated him. It danced across toughened, speckled flesh. It became entangled in thick amber curls. Every time it did, Ron was reminded how much he envied Charlie. Perhaps his fanboying had made Charlie bashful. His elder brother had always been humble in that way.
'That's the last one!' Ron smiled after dragging a dead sheep to the edge of the sleeping Fireball's cage.
Charlie gave the bar he'd been replacing on the Shortsnout's cage a firm tug to ensure it was secure. 'Good work, little brother.' He said, eyes fixed on Ron as he stood. No... he is definitely staring at me.
Ron blinked at him innocently, still wearing a slight smile. What did I do? He wondered anxiously, trying his hardest to just act casual.
'Time to call it quits!' Charlie beamed suddenly. 'I'll see you here tomorrow, then?' The question buzzed. Maybe Ron was help to Charlie after all.
Ron fell still, this time staring silently back at Charlie. If he needed more help, Ron would sleep on the floor. He remembered Charlie commenting about needing to be low maintenance. Ron was determined to prove he had what it takes. He could require no maintenance if that's what Charlie wanted.
After a short breath he said in a low voice, 'Can I stay with you?'
'Not tonight.' Charlie replied quickly.
'Nice night...' Ron said quietly after hours of silence as they refilled the dragon's water supply.
'Huh?' Charlie replied, eye snapping upward. 'Oh yeah! It is.'
Ron almost burst out laughing. If he didn't know better he would've thought Charlie was staring directly down the crack of his arse. Ron turned to Charlie, a slight smirk crossing his lips. 'Can I stay with you?'
Charlie stared at Ron's mouth. Ron felt himself blink hard. Okay. Maybe screaming dragons has effected his hearing and he's reading lips?
'You're all ready out after hours, Ron.' He said, voice toneless. Ron noticed Charlie take a small step toward him. The crunch of his footstep seemed to hang in the air for a bizarrely long time. As if he had actually dug his foot into the earth.
'No one even notices I'm gone.'
'Maybe tomorrow.'
The next night Ron arrived equipped with a rucksack. Charlie was clearly struggling with something deeper than himself or the dragons and Ron was again determined. His brother would not struggle alone.
If Charlie needed someone to confide in, Ron was promptly volunteering.
That night, Charlie seemed to scramble awkwardly at nothing. It was a strange sight to see. Perhaps this whole "First Task" thing had Charlie more stressed than he'd let on. But all of the maintenance the cages required had been gradually applied over time. The Horntail was giving them no trouble for once and the Forbidden Forest was still.
'All we have to do is weave rope and link chains.' Charlie said, pride etched into his tone. 'The girls will hold up just fine until tomorrow.'
Okay... so not the Dragons.
Ron was content to weave new rope as long as Charlie wanted him to. They sat not speaking. Charlie was constantly fidgeting. Eyes darting left and right periodically.
'Are you nervous for tomorrow?' Ron asked as he levitated the newly woven rope into a pile with the others. He clearly was. Or at least he was nervous about something. Maybe it's transporting the dragons back to Romania?
'I'm more concerned for the Champions.' Charlie confessed. 'The girls are going to be pretty rowdy when they wake up.'
Nailed it. Ron thought satisfied.
They stood around, searching for something to occupy themselves with until Ron suggested a game of chess. Charlie made an effort at protesting but Ron just reminded him that there was nothing else to do. Jeez Charlie needs to learn to let loose and take a break.
Minutes later, they were sitting on the floor of Charlie's tent. Ron rapidly set the pieces in place.
'This is a nice change from Fred and George's torment.' Ron said as he shifted his first pawn.
Silence. Terrible awkward silence that stretched on and on. It was Charlie's turn, but he hadn't made his move yet. Minutes crawled by. Charlie finally seemed to realize it was his turn and hastily moved his Knight. Ron waited patiently, hoping that Charlie would open up on his own.
Every so often, the elder Weasley's head would drift down and Ron would catch the faint scent of pine. It gave him an odd urge. It made him want to stick his nose in Charlie's hair and sniff hard. He couldn't even imagine how embarrassing that would be.
Ron leaned back on his hands to escape the strange urge that Charlie's smell had given him and focused instead on pondering his next move. His fawn eyelashes fell onto the top of his lightly freckled cheeks, sky blue orbs scanning the chess board over and over. After a mere sixty seconds Ron moved his Bishop, pinning Charlie's King. He looked up from the chessboard, grinning. 'Checkmate!'
His grin slowly fell as he realized Charlie's stare.
No. He is definitely... Ron saw Charlie's glazed eyes devour his entire form over and over again. What did I do?
Ron returned the stare, becoming internally frantic. The hair on the back of his neck rose as his elder brother drifted even closer, 'Are you mad at me?'
As the elder Weasley leaned in a little more, Ron wondered if Charlie was about to tell him a terrible secret in a hushed voice. He looked very... frustrated. Somehow. His cheeks were again a bright scarlet. His eyes shiney and transfixed.
'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to annoy you.' Ron tried to sound as apologetic as he could.
'You are not annoying me.' Charlie's voice, however, bubbled out as a quivering, desperate whisper.
Ron stared at him, furrowed eyebrows grazing ginger fringe that fell onto his speckled forehead in heaps. The silence was ringing in his ears as he waited with bated breath for whatever it was Charlie had to tell him.
But Charlie didn't speak.
He lifted a trembling hand instead.
The large hand completely covered Ron's right shoulder. His body was instantly magnetized. An unknown energy flowed from Charlie's palm and locked him in place. Ron felt the soft pad of Charlie's thumb graze the flesh on his neck below his ear. He held still.
He's... trying to rub something off me?
No... his touch was too gentle. And it felt much more tingly than Charlie's breath had felt.
Ron's eyes darted down to where Charlie's thumb was tenderly caressing him for a fraction of a second before he turned them back to his elder brother's. He felt a little shred of panic. But also something else... something... instinctual. Ron felt his pelvis shift forward and responded to himself with silent shock.
As they had the night of the burn, Charlie's eyes fixed themselves on Ron's chest... or neck... or... somewhere in between there. His red, bitten lips trembled in response to the contact. 'Charlie?' Ron whispered weakly and feeling lost, questioning his elder brother's actions with his tone.
What is... this...? Ron thought, mind completely discombobulated. This was certainly nothing like the Charlie he was used to. He was the black sheep of their large family, sure, but there was something in the way charlie was moving. It wasn't chummy or brotherly it was methodical and intense and serious.
He's touching me like... as if...
He heard his heart thundering in his ears as Charlie's digit crossed over his jaw. He could feel the other's warm hand against him and energy flooded his body.
'Charlie...?' Ron whispered again, voice shaking. Still questioning, yet painted with fear of the unknown. This can't be really happening...
Charlie's fingers now brushed over his cheek, moving along and entwining themselves through his thick red curls.
Ron was suddenly panting heavily. Charlie had again moved closer. It had happened so gradually he hadn't even noticed. Not until now... now that they were so close he could feel Charlie's breath crossing his cheeks. Coming in quick, hot gusts. Blue eyes met brown as they were mere centimetres apart. 'Charlie...' His tone begged for an explanation to this insanity.
'I don't know if I can stop.' Charlie seemed to confess to him breathlessly.
Ron let his eyes flutter shut as he finally realized what was coming. He didn't know how he knew. He just did. In an instant he knew what it all was.
He didn't understand how but he understood it now nonetheless. Something animal in him knew. The staring. The silence. Charlie had been fighting... this. This thing. This feeling. He felt a tightening in his groin as he comprehended it all.
Charlie's lips brushed across his and Ron felt his entire body tense. Every muscle coiled and became spring loaded. His mind was reeling and blank at the same time, as though flipping through empty slides. Ron felt Charlie's large, warm hands fall to his waist, pulling him nearer. He also felt Charlie's tongue slide out of his mouth, brushing along his lower lip, tasting him with hunger.
At first Ron did not respond, falling frightfully still. He couldn't will his limbs to move. This was. Was... Felt... too... far too...
Charlie kissed him slowly, tongue occasionally requesting entry until Ron eventually yielded and parted his lips, releasing a moan as his tongue touched Charlie's.
He allowed his elder brother's tongue to slip into his mouth. Charlie exhaled blissfully as his hands explored beneath Ron's shirt. He felt warm hands caressing his body and Ron gasped, breaking the kiss to throw his head back. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes gazed at Charlie, wide and foggy with confusion.
'You kissed me!' He stammered out, stating the obvious with a winded squeak.
Charlie hushed him and cradled the back of his head as their mouths met again, other hand snaking up Ron's lower back. Charlie greedily continued to stroke the skin under his shirt and it coaxed a strange sensation that upturned every nerve in his body, particularly those located between his legs.
Charlie pulled Ron toward him effortlessly, shifting him into a straddled position on his lap. Charlie leaned against the huge armchair, embracing Ron as his body quivered. Charlie placed his lips gently upon his neck, trailing kisses until he reached his collar bone. Another realization came. That is where Charlie had been staring this whole time. At his collar bone. Ron knew it was particularly prominent but no one had ever... been turned on by it before.
He momentarily marvelled at his older brother, breathing heavily as Charlie's arms twisted around Ron's waist. No one had ever wanted him like this. No one had ever found him this irresistible. He groaned in ecstasy at the notion as Charlie finally kissed the most prominent part, the arch. Ron's entire body shook in response, shivers racking his spine, chest rising and falling against Charlie rapidly.
'I'm sorry, little brother...' Charlie whispered out with a whimper, bringing in another deep lungful of air. 'Please... forgive me for this.' He begged, tracing his lips along Ron's shoulder.
'I... I - aah! ...' Ron tried as Charlie gently sucked the sensitive flesh between his lips. The sensation of his elder brother's lips on his skin coaxed a surprised yet eager moan from his throat. When he released the sound, Ron became very aware of his elder brother's solid member as his hips bucked up against his pelvis.
Ron's entire body experienced a rippling electrical surge as his older brother's erection pressed against his own. He once again froze solid and found his lungs had again deflated. Ron's jaw hung slack as he stared, eyes half open, into the older Weasley's earthen orbs.
Charlie moved again and Ron experienced a powerful jolt of electricity that darted up his stiffened penis as soon as the contact had occurred. The seconds it took for Ron to register what he had just experienced were frozen blips in time where an instant and an eternity mingled. He could still feel it pressed against him, jumping slightly against his. Ron's cock twitched back against Charlie's. His nerve endings fired off again as he felt the evidence of his elder brother's arousal.
'What's...' Ron whispered, muddled with confusion and overwhelmed with vibrating sensation. 'Why... Are we... Your lap...'
Charlie shook his head, silencing his younger counterpart with his lips.
This is... is wrong. You're not supposed to snog your older brother. Stuff like this isnt supposed to happen.
But it was. And it was happening to him. And it felt... amazing. Had he really been so irresistible to Charlie? Now Ron was thinking unthinkable things... wanting his brother to keep making him feel this good.
'I'm sorry.' Charlie repeated, pressing his lips against the curve of Ron's jaw, a low growl emanating from deep in his throat.
Ron felt Charlie's warm, moist lips kissing him softly over and over. It was so tingly and pleasant that he found he was able to relax into his older brother's strong body. Charlie exhaled silently as his teeth closed gently around Ron's earlobe.
'Mmmmoooh...' Ron whimpered out in response, wondering how on earth these sensations could possibly become any more intense. And yet they did.
This is... fucking... incredible.
Ron acted on an acute, powerful urge to grind his hips down. When he did, he gasped hard through parted lips and began grinding his cock against his older brother's with frantic and delightful fervour. He could feel those jolts. That fantastic friction between them did it to him.
Charlie released a loud moan in response to what he was doing and grasped Ron's hips with both hands. Somewhere inside his mind, he registered that it felt this way for Charlie, too. It felt good.
So good...
This is what Charlie had been feeling for days. Ron was confounded as to how he resisted if This is what he was after.
Charlie rocked him back and forth, guiding his desperate thrusts so that their hardened lengths rubbed together over and over. Ron released soft mewling sounds and his arms curled around Charlie's neck. He placed a clumsy, tentative kiss behind Charlie's ear and when he did he felt Charlie shivver in response beneath him.
The idea that he had successfully coerced a reaction from Charlie intentionally... a shiver... sent him into fits of desperate groans and cries as he moved erratically. His flesh twinged all the while.
Ron continued to grind his hips against his elder brother's, clinging for dear life to his strong, thick shoulders. Ron felt the sensations' build in intensity and the telltale wetness at the tip of his cock told him he was cumming. (Or so he thought.)
Several droplets of cum seeped out into his shorts. Ron slowed to a stop. Falling limp as he panted against his older brother's broad chest. Ron felt Charlie's fingers brush through his hair lovingly as he caught his breath. 'Ron...' He sighed out apologetically. 'I'm so... so... sorry.'
'Charlie...' Ron's voice moaned, 'It... This feels really... weird.' He needed to understand if this was what he thought it was or if ... if...
'It's my fault...' Charlie said solemnly.
Ron felt that his eyes had become very wet as he looked at Charlie, slightly embarrassed by the threatening rim of tears.
'I've been wanting to do these... things... with you.' Charlie said softly, tracing his fingers up and down Ron's back, conjuring another mesmerizing sensation. 'And I shouldn't...'
Ron was silent for a moment before he said, voice unsteady but sure. 'I know... I could tell. You're... I saw... I've been watching you... watching me.'
Charlie released a long sigh. 'I must have serious issues.' He seemed to direct the comment at himself more so than Ron. 'This is so wrong.'
Ron aimed to diffuse that fact. He did not want this to stop. So he shrugged one shoulder at his elder brother and tried to seem indifferent, 'We're... Boys... We're brothers.'
Charlie pressed his lips against Ron's. 'We'll stop now. I'm sorry.' Charlie said after breaking the kiss with sorrowful hesitation. 'It's over now, Ron.'
Ron felt his stomach drop so hard he lost his breath and as a result he released a strangled, 'No...' he moaned out as he leaned in close to Charlie. His heart thumped.
'No... I...' Ron protested meekly, hips bucking down against Charlie in desperation, sending shock waves of energy through his stomach and onto his thighs. Ron dropped his head, allowing his lips to brush gently across his older brother's, hand traveling shyly down Charlie's chest. 'You're making me... I feel so... good.'
Charlie released a soft groan as his hand traveled up Ron's arm, fingers loosening his little brother's gold and scarlet neck tie. 'You can't... be sure...'
Ron leaned closer, cheeks burning hot. 'I am.'
Charlie pulled until the tie came free from Ron's collar. He moved to work open the first few buttons of Ron's shirt, abandoning the agonizing pace he had used the last time. This time he flicked them open rapidly.
Charlie wasted no time bombarding Ron's speckled skin with desperate kisses. He nibbled occasionally, leaving red marks here and there. The suckling sensation was fantastic. Ron cried out in response. 'Charlie..' he moaned, shocked. His older brother snatched one of his hardened nipples between his lips, coaxing a surprised cry from the younger Weasley.
Charlie shifted their bodies, lifting Ron in position. He released another surprised moan, clinging to Charlie as he crossed the short distance over to the bed. He lay Ron down on his back, kneeling in front of him. His hands rubbing up and down Ron's thighs as his kisses continued down a toned stomach.
'Chaarliie...' Ron moaned out his name again softly, eyes closing as his older brother opened the button of his jeans. Goosebumps rose on his skin as he exhaled. Charlie pulled down the zip of his jeans, and Ron heard him inhale hard yet again. He had never, ever considered that the first person to suck him off would be someone as unlikely as his older brother. With it came the realization of just how badly he wanted this to happen.
I'm going to hell. Ron told himself, skin prickling excitedly as Charlie inched the waistband of his shorts down until his erection stood at attention.
The head of his cock was dark red, extending over half way from it's foreskin. Charlie leaned in, his shaking hand falling onto the base of Ron's pulsing erection. Charlie drew his tongue up the shaft. The moment it had made contact, Ron silently convulsed. Before he had a grasp on one sensation Charlie introduced him to a new, more intense one. This one was so powerful he felt his entire abdomen clench with the downward pull to his groin.
Charlie repeated the action, tongue lapping upward slowly. Charlie released a soft, satisfied sigh before wrapping his lips around the tip of his member.
WARM!
A loud groan resonated from Ron's rib cage as Charlie sucked more of him between his lips, until his throat closed over and he choked a little. Within seconds, Ron's cock was absolutely erupting. He felt it travelling viscously and with incomprehensible force all the way up his cock. The hot fluid shot directly into the back of Charlie's throat, who swallowed quickly.
Ron's eyes were glittering with tears as he fought to comprehend the wild intensity of what he had just experienced. The back of his hand rested on his forehead and his chest heaved up and down with confused, uneven, and uncomprehending breaths. He tried his hardest to bite back the tears as he felt the incredible orgasm dissipate gradually, leaving him feeling hollow.
Charlie moved to hover over him. 'Ron... I'm sorry.' He whispered quickly and apologetically.
'Charlie...' Ron began quietly. His ballsac felt so blissfully empty. It was such a relieving feeling. He had not even been aware he had needed that kind of release. 'What... what did you do to me?'
Ron didn't have to look up to know Charlie was gazing down at him, he could feel his eyes. Ron clung to the sound of his voice.
'I'm sorry.' Charlie apologized again. 'I shouldn't have.' Charlie pressed his face into the crook of Ron's neck and inhaled. 'Surely you've had an orgasm before?' He asked gingerly.
Ron remained silent, allowing a hand to fall into the small of Charlie's back. 'Never like that.' He admitted feebly, 'Nothing like that has ever happened to me... so... so... so much came out of me...'
Charlie trembled above him as he placed a soft kiss on Ron's temple. 'I didn't mean to... I'm sorry...'
Didn't mean to what? Give me the best feeling I've ever felt?
Charlie sounded unhappy. And Ron didn't like that. Maybe I'm not doing enough? After a few moments Ron considered the idea that perhaps he could give Charlie that feeling. With a rush of eager excitement, he let his hand trace the back of Charlie's shoulder. 'Can I do it to you?' He asked hopefully.
Charlie turned a serious expression onto his little brother, eyeing him dangerously. 'Ron... I don't think you should.' He said warningly, voice deep and gruff.
'Why not?' The younger Weasley demanded bruisedly, feeling his face get hot.
'Because it's not... Okay to do this.' Charlie sighed out with sadness, pushing himself up to stare down at Ron. His expression shifted to one of deeper severity. 'It's not right.'
Ron fixed a heated stare on his older brother, 'So it's okay for you to do... this to me, but it's not right for me to do it to you?'
'None of this is okay.' Charlie retorted. 'I don't want you to do something that you are going to regret.'
Ron stared at his brother with a sinking heart. 'Are you going to... Regret... Me?'
At first Charlie didn't answer. Ron waited impatiently at first, then fearfully. Charlie stared pensively into the distance, looking forlorn. 'Only because I took advantage of you.' He confessed finally, nuzzling Ron's cheek, 'I forced you to do this.'
'No.' Ron said, trying to sound as calm but also as serious as he could. 'I let you. I wanted it.' His fingers fumbled with the button of Charlie's jeans. 'I want this more than I've ever wanted anything.'
Charlie allowed Ron to push him on to his back, his following words contradicting his current compliance. 'No. You'll regret it. I won't let you...'
Ron hurriedly tugged his elder brother's waistband down, revealing the outline of Charlie's large, throbbing erection through the fabric of his white boxer shorts. Ron's eyes fixed on it as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, brows furrowing. He felt himself salivate. He was... aroused. Excited to give Charlie that feeling.
'Ron!' Charlie said, voice shaking but firm. 'Stop this now.'
Ron aimed defiant, blazing forget-me-not eyes in Charlie's direction. His hand reached out as if in slow motion. He shakily slipped Charlie's boxers down until his cock sprang fourth.
Ron found that Charlie was so hard, the veins of his dick snaked swollen and purple up the stiffened shaft. It was wet at the tip, secreting pearly, white precum. Ron swallowed with subdued delight as he continued to salivate.
'Ron!' Charlie growled weakly as Ron's hand extended nearer to his cock, 'Doon't...'
'Just shut it, Charlie.' Ron's whispered voice begged as his fingers curled around the shaft of Charlie's cock.
Charlie straightened his spine with a soft gasp as Ron gripped him. Ron's whole body stiffened and shook with excitement. Charlie's cock jumped in his hand as Ron squeezed gently. However he didn't move. He was afraid to do it wrong. Charlie caught on quickly and despite saying he wouldn't allow it, he reached forward and fit his hand around Ron's. Moving it steadily up and down. He saw Charlie's mouth drop open and his head fall back as he guided his hand up and down his rigid cock. Hazy chocolate eyes flickered in Ron's direction.
'Aaahhh fuck...' Charlie hissed as they picked up the pace. After a few minutes, he released Ron's hand, allowing him to continue on his own. He closed his eyes, releasing a slight moan. As Ron stroked, he could no longer ignore the urge to lick... taste... suck.
Ron saw that Charlie had closed his eyes and took his opportunity as it presented. So Charlie couldn't try to stop him.
Ron's lips surrounded the head of Charlie's cock. He licked the tip gently all the way around inside of his mouth. Charlie cried out loud at that. Ron dared a glance upward. Charlie's eyes were half open and flickering.
Ron offered Charlie a bashful look before he allowed his own eyes to slip closed, relishing the taste of the elder Weasley. He bobbed his head, releasing a soft, 'Mmm..'
'Fucking Merlin!' Charlie screamed. Hips bucking up and his fingers twisting through Ron's hair. Ron didn't know exactly what to do, he sort of just did what felt right. Whatever gave him more of this flavour. He flicked his tongue over the head once more, earning a loud, 'Ron! Oaahh... FUCK... yeah...' from his brother.
Oh my god... its making him feel so good...
Ron somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind he was stricken with just how badly Charlie had wanted this. Ron also understood the forbidden aspect of this. Why Charlie had tried so hard to fight it. Ron knew. But he wanted this anyway.
He could feel the fluid rushing inside Charlie's cock between his lips and sucked harder in both fascination and arousal. 'Ron!' He heard Charlie groan, hands palming at Ron's shoulder. 'Please!' He begged with desperation. 'You have to st-aaaah!'
Charlie managed to free his cock from Ron's mouth, who just watched as the fallice flexed repetitively. Charlie exhaled in relief when it stopped. Ron's cheeks flushed. His eyes widened and he stared fearfully up at Charlie.
Ron needed a moment to catch his breath with laboured gasps before he managed to speak once they had quieted. 'Did I do it wrong?'
Charlie shuddered, cock twitching at Ron's question. He sighed out heavily, leaning forward and brushing a hand across Ron's cheek. 'You did it perfect.' Charlie promised with a complacent expression. 'It's just... I was about to...'
Ron climbed to his knees, crawling forward. 'Why didn't you? That's why I wanted to do it... To make you... Yunno...' He felt a little offended as well as a little miffed.
'It would have traumatized you.' Charlie told him with conviction.
'But making you feel like you made me feel was the whole point!.' Ron said with exasperation. 'I'm not a child anymore.'
It was a moment before Charlie met his eyes again, hand falling onto Ron's shoulder. 'Little brother... er... Ron...' He whispered, fingers trailing down his arm, coaxing a little tingle to fizzle on his skin. 'Trust me when I tell you something.'
Ron huffed sadly.
Charlie's fingers moved to trail up Ron's spine, he felt the electric ripples travel through him again, honing in between his legs. He took a deep breath.
'Ron...' Charlie whispered with bewilderment, 'Did you... Like doing that?'
Ron again lifted one shoulder in a shrug, 'I liked making you feel good.'
Charlie suddenly but carefully seized Ron's arms, pulling him to straddle his hips. Ron allowed this hypnotically, allowing Charlie to place and position him. Their bare cocks touched. Ron could feel the stiff heat. He released a quick gasp as Charlie wrapped a hand around them, stroking both at once. 'Charlie!' Ron moaned out.
Precum slickened them both a great deal as Charlie worked his magic. Their members slid along each other and Ron watched Charlie's responses. He too was watching what they were doing with his eyes alight. Ron found even more satisfaction in his surrender. Charlie's hand continued to work, eyes never leaving their cocks.
Charlie stared with eyes wide as if he could barely believe this was happening. Charlie truly was... seemed to be... enjoying this.
Without a word his elder brother withdrew his hand, shifting Ron's weight so that the tip of his cock brushed between his taught, warm ass cheeks. Ron gasped in surprise as Charlie took his hand, squeezing it comfortingly as he left it to rest on the back of his neck.
'Ron...' Charlie whispered in his foreign, animalistic voice. 'I want to do something but... oh... I don't think I should.'
'Do it.' Ron urged.
Charlie grasped his cock, rubbing the tip slowly against Ron's opening in a circular motion. Precum continued to seep out as Ron felt the tip of Charlie's cock explore his opening in circular motions. A desire awoke. He felt his sphincter pucker reflexively.
'Wait... What... What are...' Ron wheezed, panic filling him.
'Ron...' Charlie moaned out in a way that told Ron he was completely undone. And this aroused him enough to want to go further.
'It'll be... okay. If it hurts, just pull...' He told him airily and entwined Ron's fingers through his hair.
Ron blinked down at Charlie, questioning eyes opaque. He felt the lust that nearly had it's own intelligence in the atmosphere and with bated breath he waited.
His fist grasped Charlie's soft hair tightly as the tip of his cock entered his body.
Ron felt himself split in two on both sides. His body opened and he felt his muscles stretch outward in order to accomodate the round thickness. His lungs didn't want to work anymore so at least he couldn't scream. The burn on his shoulder was the only thing he could think of in recent time that hurt so much. Desperate to hide his pain and ever more determined to pleasure Charlie, he squeezed his jaw tight.
He inhaled through his nose and in that much needed breath, he caught wind of his elder brother's scent for the second time. Musk and pine and sweetgrass. It was delightful. He inhaled again and he felt his cock twitch.
'Aah...' He heard Charlie hiss. Ron felt himself surround his brother's shaft another inch. His brother's erection harden within him reckoningly. Charlie's hands clutched his sides roughly to steady him. Ron realized then he was shaking and panting heavily against Charlie's ear, quick moans escaping his throat as his brother inched in a little further.
'Charlie... ah.. ah... Ahh!' Ron tremored, his voice strangled and winded. Ron felt his entire body tense as he anticipated more pain. But the sound of Charlie moaning for him effected him. Did something to his inside. He felt all of the painful, straining tightness release and this caused Charlie to be pulled slightly further into his body.
The release of the tension revealed another sensation. A very foreign one. Ron could recognize it. It was pleasure. But it was very different. It was everywhere. This pleasure fed into his cock. To Ron's dismay, it disappeared quickly, however and was replaced again with stinging.
'Charlie your... I'm...' Ron stammered hopelessly, unable to attatch one thought to another. 'You're tearing me open...'
'Shhh...' Charlie hushed gently as Ron felt him comb his fingers through his hair. 'Just relax. It will feel better if you relax... You have to relax.'
Ron felt Charlie breathe the words across his shoulder, caressing it with his lips afterward. His fleshed twinged at the sensation and this was enough to begin to ease him. Charlie must have noticed this for he began to plant tender, passionate kisses on his neck, easing Ron into further relaxation.
Ron focused on this pleasant sensation until he felt himself relax a little at a time. First he was able to release the tension in his arms and they went sort of limp. Then his abdomen relaxed, all of his weight falling against Charlie's front. Then the tension in his thighs released...
Ron felt an erratic spasm within as he finally relaxed, releasing a simultaneous groan. Ripples of that incredible feeling were shooting into his member and reverberating throughout him and he used that feeling to will himself more and more into relaxation from there.
'Does it hurt?' Charlie whispered nervously.
'Kind of.' Was Ron's honest response.
Charlie pushed a little more and with that distance was nearly all the way inside. His hardness was hot and pulsing and probing him deeper. It lifted slightly and pressed against his inner wall. When it did he felt a strong spark where Charlie's cock was pushing against something he needed to feel more of.
'Oh, fuck, Charlie!' Ron cried, releasing his grip on Charlie's hair and throwing his back into an arch. It felt so fucking fantastic, he had to stop himself from sitting further back onto Charlie's hardness.
Ron felt the tight grip his muscles had on his elder brother's erection release. They shuddered over and over after they did. Ron felt his elder brother enter him completely then. Finally widening him to the fullest degree, shaft firmly planted tip to base inside Ron's body.
Ron stared into the ceiling, body pulsating with energy. He could feel Charlie watching him again. His hazel eyes obserbing Ron's painfully hard cock. 'Ron...' He moaned as he grasped it in a backhanded sort of way, pumping slowly as he began to move his hips.
'Aaaah! My.. FUCK!' Ron cursed, eyes squeezing shut as his older brother thrust up into him. His body responded with relentless electricity every time his brother moved. He could feel himself opening for him, inviting him inside more and more. Ron felt Charlie's hands on his hips again, elevating him slightly with ease.
'Charlie! Oooh!... Fucking... please!' Ron breathed, finally thrusting his hips down against his older brother.
Charlie pulled out and pushed back in, moaning softly as they moved. 'Does it feel good now?' He sighed into Ron's ear, who nodded wordlessly in response, mouth agape. Charlie chuckled softly, hands skating down to Ron's ass cheeks and spreading them, allowing for a smoother entry.
Charlie picked up the pace, thrusts coming up slightly quicker. Ron choked on his own air as one arm wrapped around Charlie's neck. He moved smoothly in and out. The tantalizing sensation of his brother's length against his silken insides... the way they were wrapping around his cock causing rapid, rippling muscle spasms. Ron had the stark realization that he couldnt hold on much longer like this.
'Charlie!' Ron gasped they quickened the pace further. Charlie had found a steady rhythm and entered Ron with a feral fervour. Ron never failed to slam his hips down in perfect time with Charlie's upward thrust.
'Oh gods, Ron!' Charlie cried out, driving his cock into Ron's body. 'You feel so good around my- ahh!' Charlie slowed to a stop, holding his body still as he tremored helplessly.
'Charlie...' Ron whispered, voice strangled. 'What... Are you doing to me? You're...'
'I am inside of you.' Charlie moaned out.
Just as Ron was about to confess that there was an extremely powerful orgasm on the rise, his elder brother slowed to a stop. Ron whimpered in disappointment.
'Can I move you into another position?' Charlie asked gently, kissing Ron's cheek, who nodded.
Charlie wrapped his arms around Ron, holding him in a passionate embrace as they turned. He layed Ron gently down on his back. His head sinking into the pillow as Charlie's body covered his. Their bodies had remained connected during the shift.
Ron gazed up at him with his cheeks flushed and eyes glassy as Charlie began to place gentle little kisses along his collar bone. His heart was beating so hard he could feel it behind his ribcage. Ron was dazed, he was mildly aware of Charlie's lips still somewhere on him however all he could feel was the hard length inside.
Charlie slowly began to rock his hips once more. Pulling all the way out and pushing slowly inside. And repeat. Ron found himself cherishing the sensation of every inch as he was filled.
'Fuck, Ron.' His older brother moaned.
Charlie moved slow in this new position. Ron was thankful for this at first, as his insides adjusted themselves to the new angle. For a minute he missed the feeling... that sensation. That spot in him. He wanted it. Was looking for the feeling. He trusted that it would come.
And as Charlie's thrusts became gradually longer, he felt it. He felt it but... he wanted Charlie to hit it... harder. 'Charlie... Mooore.'
With that Charlie at last began slamming into Ron, creating loud smacking noises as their bodies collided. Ron yelped, the sound strangled at first as the pain had streaked the pleasure again. However within a few rapid thrusts, his moans shifted to those that reflected the intense pleasure he was receiving from the stimulation. "AHHhhhh oh my God..." Ron moaned in rapture.
'Ron!' Charlie groaned, 'I'm gunna cum!' His eyes were glued on Ron, watching as he writhed beneath him. 'Oh gods!'
Ron cried out, feeling his orgasm rising with Charlie's. 'Ooh yeah!! M-me me too!'
'I'm cumming inside ... I'm cumming in you... OOhhhh FUCK.' Charlie groaned loudly. Ron felt the copious fluid, thick and warm, layer his insides.
With the knowledge Charlie had reached his peak, Ron came hard. He emptied his pleasure between them, grinding his hips through his climax. Blood rushed to his head as the orgasm spread to his wait and further. Until his entire body came, the strange spasms spanned phantomly into his fingers and toes. His calls were echoed by Charlie, whose cock was twitching violently inside of him. Ron's seed continuted to erupt all over his chest and stomach. Some shot up onto his cheek. Ron was amazed at himself. More had come out of him than before.
Charlie collapsed beside him, curling his body around Ron as he caught his breath. He lapped up the cum on Ron's face, swallowing it eagerly.
After a few moments of rest, Ron turned toward him on his side and said, 'That was sex... wasn't it?' He knew it was. He didn't need to be told. But for some reason he needed to confirm the obvious.
Ron saw the misery overtake Charlie's expression, tears slipped out of his eyes as he buried his face in Ron's hair. 'I'm sorry, Ron.' He sobbed as he placed wet, apologetic kisses all over Ron's cheek and neck. 'I am so sorry for doing this to you.'
Ron felt sorrowful now, also. This is not how he wanted Charlie to feel. Ron traced his hand up and down the center of his elder brother's back. 'It's okay, Charlie.' He sighed out, suddendly feeling very tired. Trying to sound as assuring as he could, he placed a few tender kisses upon Charlie's shoulder. 'I'm okay.'
Charlie shook his head, offering Ron a watery gaze. 'You say that now.'
'Charlie.' Ron's voice cut the air. He disliked that Charlie would not take him seriously with this. Charlie was the only one who ever took him seriously. 'I wanted it.' After a few seconds pause he continued with confidence, 'You would have stopped if I had asked.' Charlie didn't respond.
'Don't you see? I liked it. I don't want to see you... Hurt.' Ron told him sincerely in a small voice. 'Can't we just... Be happy? Or something?'
Charlie sighed softly. 'Yes.'
Ron sighed in relief before he said, 'I'm glad it was you.'
Charlie looked down at him, 'What do you mean?' He asked lightly, rubbing his back.
'My first time...' Ron said, awkwardness striking in his tone. 'I really... Admire you...'
He felt Charlie wrap his arms around him and felt the rise and fall of his chest against his back. Believing Charlie had fallen asleep first and the peace and stillness of the quiet, moonless night, he drifted to sleep.
When Ron awoke, he felt a bizarre throbbing in the very centre of the back of his head. He sat up and then turned to find Charlie in the armchair. Ron looked around and felt a little lost.
'What happened last night?' Ron asked, lifting a hand to the back of his head. He was trying to remember, but it was like his memories had fallen into a funneling black hole. 'I've got a splitting headache.'
'Too much Fire Whiskey.' Charlie smiled slightly.
Ron rolled his eyes. Charlie did not need to feel responsible for any hangover he had. He was feeling bad enough about... something... wasn't he?
'I blame Fred and George.' He said smugly as he tugged his jeans on. 'I always tell them to share, help me build immunity.'
'Here,' Charlie said, holding the bottle toward Ron, who had pulled his tshirt over his head and crossed over to the armchair where Charlie was sitting.
'Take it.' He insisted.
Ron's hands closed around the bottle, eyeing his older brother excitedly. 'You'll need to eat something before drinking that.' Charlie suggested.
'Thanks Charlie.' Ron beamed.
'You were saying something about making up with Harry last night.' Charlie fibbed expertly.
'Yeah...' Ron replied, 'I've been thinking that maybe he didn't put his name in the Goblet of Fire.'
Charlie nodded, following Ron to the small stairwell that lead outside, where the dragons slumbered. 'He most definitely did not.' Charlie agreed, 'There are plenty of people who want to do him in...'
Ron nodded in wary agreement as they walked toward the edge of the forest. 'I had the... Weirdest dream.'
'What about?' Charlie asked. Ron thought he noticed a small shudder pass over his elder brother as he asked. Did I talk in my sleep? Ron wondered with embarassment.
Ron took a moment to consider and found that memory of the dream... if it was a dream... was also funneling into nothingness. He gave a short laugh and said. 'I don't remember.'
They could see the smoke from Hagrid's Hut billowing over the Forest's edge as he added. 'Hopefully it'll come back to me.'
A pause.
'Well, I'll see you later on... Little brother...' Another pause. 'Ron.'
Ron turned to Charlie, azure eyes searching. The elder Weasley shifted his weight, smiling cooly.
Ron noticed that they stood aloof from each other strangely. Something felt... so...
So...
'Yeah...' Ron said with a mechanic nod. 'I'll see you later.'