Dating and Dragons, III (Neville/Charlie)
Title: Dating and Dragons, III
Author: digthewriter
Characters/Pairing: Neville/Charlie
Summary: Charlie has to work late and his day is getting longer.
Word Count: 1420
Rating: R
Warnings: SEX!
Challenge/prompts used: for hp_may_madness DAY 7
Author's Notes: Totally unbetaed. Read PART ONE, and PART TWO (or ao3)
When Charlie arrived at work, his good mood dissipated quickly. He'd been looking forward to seeing Neville again, spending the next two days with him. It wasn't anyone's fault, but bad luck, that Alex's mum's situation worsened and he had to stay home to care for it.
This only meant Charlie's short shift was going to be a very long one. The work wasn't so hard, but it was just the fact that he had to stay there for eight hours now, instead of four. He didn't even have time to Floo-call Neville to let him know he could simply take his time because Charlie wasn't going to be home when he got there.
He grabbed a quick parchment and wrote his message down in a few short words, and then grabbed his assistant Natya and handed it to her.
"Can you owl this for me? I've wrote the address on the top," he said and Natya nodded.
He only hoped that no disaster would happen today. Siivo had been sick for a while now, and all Charlie wanted to do was spend time with his favourite dragon, taking care of him.
--
Nearly nine hours later when Charlie took the Floo home, he found Neville curled up on the sofa. He had a few books resting on top of him and several parchments scattered about.
Charlie realised he probably didn't even have anything cooked at home that Neville could have eaten. Shite, he should have stopped over at Beca's before and picked up something to eat for them.
As he approached the sofa, Neville stirred in his sleep, but didn't wake. Charlie smiled down, simply adoring his...what was Neville? His soon-to-be boyfriend? His love? No, it was far too soon for that? His romantic interest?
"Hey," Neville said, when Charlie had clearly been hovering over the man for a while.
"Hey, sorry. Did you get my owl?" Charlie knelt down so he could eye-level with Neville.
"Yeah. It was fine. I only came here a few hours ago, just in case you got done early. I brought work to do--you know lesson plans and all that for next year."
"Sorry I'm late then. Alex was out and then the evening shift staff were running late because of their quarterly meeting--"
"It's okay," Neville said, smiling. He sat up and pressed his hand against Charlie's cheek. Charlie leaned into the caress, closing his eyes. "I'm just glad to see you."
Neville bent down to press his lips against Charlie's and Charlie immediately wrapped his arms around him. It felt so good to be in his arms, to feel his hot breath on his, the stubble on his cheeks. Charlie had fantasised about Neville for probably years, never realising how strong his yearning really had been. Not until he'd had a taste of Neville.
Neville deepened the kiss as he moaned against Charlie's mouth, his tongue swirling against Neville's. Charlie pulled him closer, and a moment later, without breaking the kiss, Neville all but threw the books off the sofa.
Charlie climbed on top of Neville, settling in his lap as they continued to kiss with hands roaming about under their shirts.
Every ounce of exhaustion Charlie had felt prior to coming home was diminished as he felt Neville's strong body against his. He needed this. Needed it so much more than anything else. He wasn't hungry, thirsty, or tired anymore. He was just glad to be there. To have Neville there with him.
"I put my things in your bedroom," Neville said, in between their kisses, trying to pull Charlie's shirt off.
"Good," Charlie said, biting Neville's lower lip, before his mouth went searching for skin, starting with Neville's jaw, then kissing down his neck until he met his shoulder.
"I didn't want to assume--"
"Assume away," Charlie panted. His hands growing bolder, reaching for the belt on Neville's trousers.
Neville's hands started to pull on Charlie's hair while he gave Charlie a bruising kiss. "You don't think we're going too fast do you?" he asked, almost humping into Charlie's hand when Charlie was trying to unbuckle Neville's belt with one hand and rubbing Neville's groin with another.
"No," Charlie said as he bit down on Neville's lower lip again. "Unless you do--"
"Not at all. I want this, Charlie. Want you..." The last bit came out in a plea which only made Charlie groan. His own cock was straining against his pants, and he didn't want to tell Neville to touch him. He wanted to, but he also love the way Neville was pulling on his hair, and kissing him, breathing Charlie in.
"You feel so good in my hands," Charlie said when he finally managed to free Neville's cock and tugged on it. Neville felt so firm, so hot in his hands and Charlie wanted to feel him everywhere. He wanted to brush his lips against it; he wanted to rub his own erection and get them off that way.
Eventually, Neville let go of Charlie's hair, but only to push his trousers down slightly. Charlie followed his cue and unbuttoned his own trousers and pushed them and his pants down to their ankles.
"Is this okay?" Charlie asked, guiding Neville on the sofa, pushing his back down to it as he climbed on top of him again.
"Yes. Please! Feels so good," Neville said, his hips rising up and his cock brushing against Charlie's erection. "More. Want to feel you more, Charlie."
Charlie pressed his forehead against Neville's and they both looked down as Charlie rubbed them both raw. Neville grabbed Charlie's arse and pulled him closer, as if to add more friction, and he whimpered, closing his eyes.
"Fuck," Charlie groaned, his mouth sliding down Neville's jaw again and he bit on Neville's shoulder, through his fabric as he increased the pressure, stroking them harder, faster.
"I'm gonna co--" Neville moaned at the same time when Charlie felt the pressure that started at the base of his spine and shuddered through his body.
Neville spilled all over Charlie's hand first before Charlie splattered over Neville's shirt. They both stayed there, Charlie settled in between Neville's legs, and Neville breathing heavily pinned underneath Charlie.
Charlie closes his eyes for a moment, listening to Neville's heartbeat, when Neville started to rake his fingers through his hair again.
"Love the way you do that," Charlie said, smiling to himself.
"Yeah? I've always had a bit of thing about your hair. I've wanted to touch it so much..." Neville laughed softly and Charlie felt a vibration from Neville's body to his own. "I sound like a proper stalker or something."
Charlie moved his head to look up at Neville. "No. Not all that bad."
"What about if I told you I've fantasised about pulling on your hair while you fuck me from behind?"
Charlie's cock twitched with interest at the sex in Neville's voice. Gods, he'd be ready to go at it again if Neville wanted it.
"I would say that there's a good chance of it becoming a reality," Charlie replied. He finally got up off Neville and fetched his wand to clean them up.
They were still somewhat clothed, Neville more than him, and they looked utterly ridiculous.
"Do you want to move this to the bedroom?" Charlie asked as he pulled on his trousers and put his shirt back on.
"All right," Neville said, smiling shyly. He stood up and fixed his clothes as well. His books and parchments looked in terrible conditions and Charlie felt slightly bad for that.
"I'll help you," Charlie said, bending down to pick up Neville's work.
When everything seemed sorted, Charlie grabbed Neville by the elbow and all but dragged him to the bedroom.
"So I take it we're not to leave this room for the next two days?" Neville asked, teasing tone in his voice.
"You're correct. I'll have to eventually fire-call for some delivery, but that's about it."
"Oh, that's too bad," Neville said, looking thoughtful. "I was hoping to see more of your town, get a proper tour and all."
"No you weren't," Charlie said in a commanding tone. Even if Neville was teasing him, it wasn't funny. Now that he'd had a small taste of Neville and learned about his fantasies, he wasn't going to get any sleep for the next two days.
Neville moved towards Charlie's bed and started to take his clothes off. When he settled under the covers, he smiled up at Charlie. "You're right. I wasn't. Maybe next trip?" PART FOUR
Author: digthewriter
Characters/Pairing: Neville/Charlie
Summary: Charlie has to work late and his day is getting longer.
Word Count: 1420
Rating: R
Warnings: SEX!
Challenge/prompts used: for hp_may_madness DAY 7
Author's Notes: Totally unbetaed. Read PART ONE, and PART TWO (or ao3)
When Charlie arrived at work, his good mood dissipated quickly. He'd been looking forward to seeing Neville again, spending the next two days with him. It wasn't anyone's fault, but bad luck, that Alex's mum's situation worsened and he had to stay home to care for it.
This only meant Charlie's short shift was going to be a very long one. The work wasn't so hard, but it was just the fact that he had to stay there for eight hours now, instead of four. He didn't even have time to Floo-call Neville to let him know he could simply take his time because Charlie wasn't going to be home when he got there.
He grabbed a quick parchment and wrote his message down in a few short words, and then grabbed his assistant Natya and handed it to her.
"Can you owl this for me? I've wrote the address on the top," he said and Natya nodded.
He only hoped that no disaster would happen today. Siivo had been sick for a while now, and all Charlie wanted to do was spend time with his favourite dragon, taking care of him.
--
Nearly nine hours later when Charlie took the Floo home, he found Neville curled up on the sofa. He had a few books resting on top of him and several parchments scattered about.
Charlie realised he probably didn't even have anything cooked at home that Neville could have eaten. Shite, he should have stopped over at Beca's before and picked up something to eat for them.
As he approached the sofa, Neville stirred in his sleep, but didn't wake. Charlie smiled down, simply adoring his...what was Neville? His soon-to-be boyfriend? His love? No, it was far too soon for that? His romantic interest?
"Hey," Neville said, when Charlie had clearly been hovering over the man for a while.
"Hey, sorry. Did you get my owl?" Charlie knelt down so he could eye-level with Neville.
"Yeah. It was fine. I only came here a few hours ago, just in case you got done early. I brought work to do--you know lesson plans and all that for next year."
"Sorry I'm late then. Alex was out and then the evening shift staff were running late because of their quarterly meeting--"
"It's okay," Neville said, smiling. He sat up and pressed his hand against Charlie's cheek. Charlie leaned into the caress, closing his eyes. "I'm just glad to see you."
Neville bent down to press his lips against Charlie's and Charlie immediately wrapped his arms around him. It felt so good to be in his arms, to feel his hot breath on his, the stubble on his cheeks. Charlie had fantasised about Neville for probably years, never realising how strong his yearning really had been. Not until he'd had a taste of Neville.
Neville deepened the kiss as he moaned against Charlie's mouth, his tongue swirling against Neville's. Charlie pulled him closer, and a moment later, without breaking the kiss, Neville all but threw the books off the sofa.
Charlie climbed on top of Neville, settling in his lap as they continued to kiss with hands roaming about under their shirts.
Every ounce of exhaustion Charlie had felt prior to coming home was diminished as he felt Neville's strong body against his. He needed this. Needed it so much more than anything else. He wasn't hungry, thirsty, or tired anymore. He was just glad to be there. To have Neville there with him.
"I put my things in your bedroom," Neville said, in between their kisses, trying to pull Charlie's shirt off.
"Good," Charlie said, biting Neville's lower lip, before his mouth went searching for skin, starting with Neville's jaw, then kissing down his neck until he met his shoulder.
"I didn't want to assume--"
"Assume away," Charlie panted. His hands growing bolder, reaching for the belt on Neville's trousers.
Neville's hands started to pull on Charlie's hair while he gave Charlie a bruising kiss. "You don't think we're going too fast do you?" he asked, almost humping into Charlie's hand when Charlie was trying to unbuckle Neville's belt with one hand and rubbing Neville's groin with another.
"No," Charlie said as he bit down on Neville's lower lip again. "Unless you do--"
"Not at all. I want this, Charlie. Want you..." The last bit came out in a plea which only made Charlie groan. His own cock was straining against his pants, and he didn't want to tell Neville to touch him. He wanted to, but he also love the way Neville was pulling on his hair, and kissing him, breathing Charlie in.
"You feel so good in my hands," Charlie said when he finally managed to free Neville's cock and tugged on it. Neville felt so firm, so hot in his hands and Charlie wanted to feel him everywhere. He wanted to brush his lips against it; he wanted to rub his own erection and get them off that way.
Eventually, Neville let go of Charlie's hair, but only to push his trousers down slightly. Charlie followed his cue and unbuttoned his own trousers and pushed them and his pants down to their ankles.
"Is this okay?" Charlie asked, guiding Neville on the sofa, pushing his back down to it as he climbed on top of him again.
"Yes. Please! Feels so good," Neville said, his hips rising up and his cock brushing against Charlie's erection. "More. Want to feel you more, Charlie."
Charlie pressed his forehead against Neville's and they both looked down as Charlie rubbed them both raw. Neville grabbed Charlie's arse and pulled him closer, as if to add more friction, and he whimpered, closing his eyes.
"Fuck," Charlie groaned, his mouth sliding down Neville's jaw again and he bit on Neville's shoulder, through his fabric as he increased the pressure, stroking them harder, faster.
"I'm gonna co--" Neville moaned at the same time when Charlie felt the pressure that started at the base of his spine and shuddered through his body.
Neville spilled all over Charlie's hand first before Charlie splattered over Neville's shirt. They both stayed there, Charlie settled in between Neville's legs, and Neville breathing heavily pinned underneath Charlie.
Charlie closes his eyes for a moment, listening to Neville's heartbeat, when Neville started to rake his fingers through his hair again.
"Love the way you do that," Charlie said, smiling to himself.
"Yeah? I've always had a bit of thing about your hair. I've wanted to touch it so much..." Neville laughed softly and Charlie felt a vibration from Neville's body to his own. "I sound like a proper stalker or something."
Charlie moved his head to look up at Neville. "No. Not all that bad."
"What about if I told you I've fantasised about pulling on your hair while you fuck me from behind?"
Charlie's cock twitched with interest at the sex in Neville's voice. Gods, he'd be ready to go at it again if Neville wanted it.
"I would say that there's a good chance of it becoming a reality," Charlie replied. He finally got up off Neville and fetched his wand to clean them up.
They were still somewhat clothed, Neville more than him, and they looked utterly ridiculous.
"Do you want to move this to the bedroom?" Charlie asked as he pulled on his trousers and put his shirt back on.
"All right," Neville said, smiling shyly. He stood up and fixed his clothes as well. His books and parchments looked in terrible conditions and Charlie felt slightly bad for that.
"I'll help you," Charlie said, bending down to pick up Neville's work.
When everything seemed sorted, Charlie grabbed Neville by the elbow and all but dragged him to the bedroom.
"So I take it we're not to leave this room for the next two days?" Neville asked, teasing tone in his voice.
"You're correct. I'll have to eventually fire-call for some delivery, but that's about it."
"Oh, that's too bad," Neville said, looking thoughtful. "I was hoping to see more of your town, get a proper tour and all."
"No you weren't," Charlie said in a commanding tone. Even if Neville was teasing him, it wasn't funny. Now that he'd had a small taste of Neville and learned about his fantasies, he wasn't going to get any sleep for the next two days.
Neville moved towards Charlie's bed and started to take his clothes off. When he settled under the covers, he smiled up at Charlie. "You're right. I wasn't. Maybe next trip?" PART FOUR