Dating and Dragons, IV
Title: Dating and Dragons, IV
Author: digthewriter
Pairing: Neville/Charlie
Word Count: 1490
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Shower sex. Intercrural. Angst. Pining. AU/EWE
Challenge: "That would be enough," and "need," for hp_may_madness
A/N: Unbetaed.
PART ONE
PART TWO
PART THREE
Pressed against the cool tile of the shower stall, Neville moaned as the hot water poured over him, and Charlie pressed himself behind him.
They'd just finished their breakfast at four in the morning as Charlie was scheduled to leave for work at six, and Neville figured that showering together would not only save them time, but also allow them to spend more time together.
When he'd agreed to spend Charlie's weekend off with him, he'd not thought that it would be the best weekend of his life. He had a sneaky suspicion about it though, yet, he wasn't going to jinx himself by having high expectations.
Charlie nearly towered over him, pressing his cock in between his legs, and moaning against his ear. He slid back and forth, slicked between Neville's thighs, and Neville felt that he could simply come just by Charlie doing that to him.
"You feel so fucking good," Charlie mumbled as he continued to slide in and out. Neville figured he was being generous, given how much they'd rubbed each other raw, and the countless number of times Charlie had already come inside him.
He figured that Charlie probably thought that Neville was sore, and if anything, having another go would be painful. Neville wanted to tell him that no matter how many times he fucked Neville, it wouldn't be enough.
"I want to see you," Neville managed to say and Charlie quickly turned him around. He took both their erections in his hand and started to stroke them together again, when Neville reached under and cupped Charlie's balls. He squeezed lightly, "I've never felt like this with anyone before."
Charlie smiled at Neville's whispered confession and kissed him.
"So good." Charlie's grip was tight, the way Neville loved, and he'd learned to do the things that Charlie liked too. "I wish I didn't have to go to work so soon," Charlie said when Neville sucked on his neck, making sure to leave his mark there.
They were quiet again for a while, the only sounds in the tiny shower stall was of the hot water pouring over them and the slick slippery noise of Charlie's hand fucking them both in unison. Neville reached back and pressed a tentative finger against Charlie's hole. He'd no idea if Charlie ever bottomed, they'd not discussed it. If anything, Neville was more than happy to give himself over to Charlie. He wasn't much of a bottom himself, but with Charlie, it'd not been a question. He knew he wanted to feel that man inside him, and that he did. Multiple times.
Charlie bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. Neville took that to mean that he didn't mind the intrusion so he pressed his finger in, slightly breaching the boundary when Charlie groaned. "Fuck, I'm gonna--"
The silence returned, but it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable, and sexy, and easy in a way that Neville had never felt with another partner.
They came quietly, which was different from their times before. Usually, Charlie was loud and encouraging, pushing Neville over the edge with his moans, or dirty talk, but now it felt different. Maybe it was because now they were going to part. Charlie was going back to work, their little holiday away from reality and life was getting over, and Neville was going to return to his life: lesson planning and living with his grandmother.
As he spilled over Charlie's hand, his few fingers still inside Charlie, his heart broke a little. Was this it? Would they ever do this again? Surely, the family expected them to be a thing now, given how adamant they were about getting both Neville and Charlie together, but what happened in their relationship wasn't their decision. It was Charlie's; especially because Neville knew now he could never go back.
"Turn around, I'll wash your back," Charlie said and Neville obliged. They took their time cleaning up and Charlie continued to steal kisses in the shower, as if assuring Neville that he didn't have anything to worry about. Charlie had mentioned how he was good at reading people, and maybe he'd read Neville's insecurity.
Neville silently cursed himself for letting his guard down and being so open to Charlie. He probably took Neville for an insecure fool.
When they were dried and dressed, Charlie made them more coffee.
"You could have slept in," Charlie said, sitting beside Neville on the sofa. "I'm the one who had to get up early to go to work. You didn't have to--"
"I know. But I wanted to see you off. I don't know when we'd see each other again."
"But you want to see me again, right?" Charlie asked. He sounded confident, and if anything, a bit demanding. Neville loved that about him.
"I don't think you'll be able to stop me. If you choose not to see me again, I might have to send Hermione after you," Neville said in what he hoped was a teasing tone.
Charlie leaned in to kiss Neville again. "We'll have to figure out some sort of a dating schedule," he said. "Especially, when you go back to Hogwarts."
"So, you want to do this? For real?" Neville asked. Dating usually wasn't that hard for him. He'd go out with a bloke a few times before they'd have sex and then decide to become boyfriends. With Charlie, it was a completely new scenario. How did you decide to become boyfriends with a man that you fancied for ages and jumped into bed after one evening?
"Did you forget the part where I'd confessed that I'd fancied you for a while?" Charlie asked, and Neville bit his lower lip before shaking his head. "Yeah, I want this for real. I don't share, Neville. And I'm certainly not willing to share you. I don't know how a long-distance relationship can work, especially with someone like me who doesn't have a steady schedule, and how it'll progress school starts again, but I'd like for us to be something more."
"Is this your way of saying that you want to be my boyfriend, Charlie?"
Charlie shook his head as if almost in disbelief and his cheeks flushed. "I'm trying to say that and not sound like a thirteen year old boy, especially when I'm a thirty-one year old."
"Hmm," Neville said, kissing Charlie's cheek again and then finishing the last of his coffee in one go. "Boyfriend does have a nice ring to it though."
"So do you want that? Be my boyfriend and all?" Charlie asked, looking awkward.
"Why do I get this sneaky suspicion that you've never asked anyone that question before?" Neville asked. He'd seen Charlie bring men around the Burrow during holidays, and they were certainly men he was in a relationship with, but did that mean Charlie had never actually pursued anyone before? Were they all men that fretted after him? Somehow, that piece of information didn't surprise Neville.
"I haven't," Charlie said, with his cool and casual resolved. "You're the first bloke I've ever asked to be my boyfriend. Now you can imagine why I'm having such trouble. I usually just fell into a relationship. Now, this time, I'm aspiring for one."
Before Neville could reply, Charlie's alarm went off. It was this little analogue clock that was on the kitchen counter but that bugger was the loudest thing Neville had ever come across.
"Blimey, I've got to leave now or I'll be late for my shift," Charlie said. He grabbed the empty coffee cups and hurried over to the kitchen and shut off the alarm.
"I..." Neville began to speak but he couldn't when Charlie pulled Neville towards him and kissing him again. They stood by the kitchen door, Neville pressed against the archway as Charlie seemed to be taking his fill in.
"You don't have to answer me. Just think about my question. I know it's a lot to ask. Long-distance and exclusivity." He kissed Neville one last time before grabbing his travelling cloak and heading towards the fireplace. "Stay as long as you'd like."
Then with a whoosh of the Floo, he was gone, leaving Neville alone in his flat.
Neville went into the bedroom to grab his things and decided to leave also. He didn't want to stay in the flat alone. Even though, he did feel tired and could have used another couple hours of sleep.
He couldn't believe Charlie had told him to think it over. There was no thinking about it. Upon arriving home, he drew up a parchment and wrote his answer down on it. He owled it to Charlie so it would arrive at the sanctuary while he was still at work.
Just so you know, Gran has a policy about meeting all my boyfriends. So let me know when's a good time for you to pop over and have dinner. I'll cook. PART FIVE
Author: digthewriter
Pairing: Neville/Charlie
Word Count: 1490
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Shower sex. Intercrural. Angst. Pining. AU/EWE
Challenge: "That would be enough," and "need," for hp_may_madness
A/N: Unbetaed.
PART ONE
PART TWO
PART THREE
Pressed against the cool tile of the shower stall, Neville moaned as the hot water poured over him, and Charlie pressed himself behind him.
They'd just finished their breakfast at four in the morning as Charlie was scheduled to leave for work at six, and Neville figured that showering together would not only save them time, but also allow them to spend more time together.
When he'd agreed to spend Charlie's weekend off with him, he'd not thought that it would be the best weekend of his life. He had a sneaky suspicion about it though, yet, he wasn't going to jinx himself by having high expectations.
Charlie nearly towered over him, pressing his cock in between his legs, and moaning against his ear. He slid back and forth, slicked between Neville's thighs, and Neville felt that he could simply come just by Charlie doing that to him.
"You feel so fucking good," Charlie mumbled as he continued to slide in and out. Neville figured he was being generous, given how much they'd rubbed each other raw, and the countless number of times Charlie had already come inside him.
He figured that Charlie probably thought that Neville was sore, and if anything, having another go would be painful. Neville wanted to tell him that no matter how many times he fucked Neville, it wouldn't be enough.
"I want to see you," Neville managed to say and Charlie quickly turned him around. He took both their erections in his hand and started to stroke them together again, when Neville reached under and cupped Charlie's balls. He squeezed lightly, "I've never felt like this with anyone before."
Charlie smiled at Neville's whispered confession and kissed him.
"So good." Charlie's grip was tight, the way Neville loved, and he'd learned to do the things that Charlie liked too. "I wish I didn't have to go to work so soon," Charlie said when Neville sucked on his neck, making sure to leave his mark there.
They were quiet again for a while, the only sounds in the tiny shower stall was of the hot water pouring over them and the slick slippery noise of Charlie's hand fucking them both in unison. Neville reached back and pressed a tentative finger against Charlie's hole. He'd no idea if Charlie ever bottomed, they'd not discussed it. If anything, Neville was more than happy to give himself over to Charlie. He wasn't much of a bottom himself, but with Charlie, it'd not been a question. He knew he wanted to feel that man inside him, and that he did. Multiple times.
Charlie bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. Neville took that to mean that he didn't mind the intrusion so he pressed his finger in, slightly breaching the boundary when Charlie groaned. "Fuck, I'm gonna--"
The silence returned, but it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable, and sexy, and easy in a way that Neville had never felt with another partner.
They came quietly, which was different from their times before. Usually, Charlie was loud and encouraging, pushing Neville over the edge with his moans, or dirty talk, but now it felt different. Maybe it was because now they were going to part. Charlie was going back to work, their little holiday away from reality and life was getting over, and Neville was going to return to his life: lesson planning and living with his grandmother.
As he spilled over Charlie's hand, his few fingers still inside Charlie, his heart broke a little. Was this it? Would they ever do this again? Surely, the family expected them to be a thing now, given how adamant they were about getting both Neville and Charlie together, but what happened in their relationship wasn't their decision. It was Charlie's; especially because Neville knew now he could never go back.
"Turn around, I'll wash your back," Charlie said and Neville obliged. They took their time cleaning up and Charlie continued to steal kisses in the shower, as if assuring Neville that he didn't have anything to worry about. Charlie had mentioned how he was good at reading people, and maybe he'd read Neville's insecurity.
Neville silently cursed himself for letting his guard down and being so open to Charlie. He probably took Neville for an insecure fool.
When they were dried and dressed, Charlie made them more coffee.
"You could have slept in," Charlie said, sitting beside Neville on the sofa. "I'm the one who had to get up early to go to work. You didn't have to--"
"I know. But I wanted to see you off. I don't know when we'd see each other again."
"But you want to see me again, right?" Charlie asked. He sounded confident, and if anything, a bit demanding. Neville loved that about him.
"I don't think you'll be able to stop me. If you choose not to see me again, I might have to send Hermione after you," Neville said in what he hoped was a teasing tone.
Charlie leaned in to kiss Neville again. "We'll have to figure out some sort of a dating schedule," he said. "Especially, when you go back to Hogwarts."
"So, you want to do this? For real?" Neville asked. Dating usually wasn't that hard for him. He'd go out with a bloke a few times before they'd have sex and then decide to become boyfriends. With Charlie, it was a completely new scenario. How did you decide to become boyfriends with a man that you fancied for ages and jumped into bed after one evening?
"Did you forget the part where I'd confessed that I'd fancied you for a while?" Charlie asked, and Neville bit his lower lip before shaking his head. "Yeah, I want this for real. I don't share, Neville. And I'm certainly not willing to share you. I don't know how a long-distance relationship can work, especially with someone like me who doesn't have a steady schedule, and how it'll progress school starts again, but I'd like for us to be something more."
"Is this your way of saying that you want to be my boyfriend, Charlie?"
Charlie shook his head as if almost in disbelief and his cheeks flushed. "I'm trying to say that and not sound like a thirteen year old boy, especially when I'm a thirty-one year old."
"Hmm," Neville said, kissing Charlie's cheek again and then finishing the last of his coffee in one go. "Boyfriend does have a nice ring to it though."
"So do you want that? Be my boyfriend and all?" Charlie asked, looking awkward.
"Why do I get this sneaky suspicion that you've never asked anyone that question before?" Neville asked. He'd seen Charlie bring men around the Burrow during holidays, and they were certainly men he was in a relationship with, but did that mean Charlie had never actually pursued anyone before? Were they all men that fretted after him? Somehow, that piece of information didn't surprise Neville.
"I haven't," Charlie said, with his cool and casual resolved. "You're the first bloke I've ever asked to be my boyfriend. Now you can imagine why I'm having such trouble. I usually just fell into a relationship. Now, this time, I'm aspiring for one."
Before Neville could reply, Charlie's alarm went off. It was this little analogue clock that was on the kitchen counter but that bugger was the loudest thing Neville had ever come across.
"Blimey, I've got to leave now or I'll be late for my shift," Charlie said. He grabbed the empty coffee cups and hurried over to the kitchen and shut off the alarm.
"I..." Neville began to speak but he couldn't when Charlie pulled Neville towards him and kissing him again. They stood by the kitchen door, Neville pressed against the archway as Charlie seemed to be taking his fill in.
"You don't have to answer me. Just think about my question. I know it's a lot to ask. Long-distance and exclusivity." He kissed Neville one last time before grabbing his travelling cloak and heading towards the fireplace. "Stay as long as you'd like."
Then with a whoosh of the Floo, he was gone, leaving Neville alone in his flat.
Neville went into the bedroom to grab his things and decided to leave also. He didn't want to stay in the flat alone. Even though, he did feel tired and could have used another couple hours of sleep.
He couldn't believe Charlie had told him to think it over. There was no thinking about it. Upon arriving home, he drew up a parchment and wrote his answer down on it. He owled it to Charlie so it would arrive at the sanctuary while he was still at work.
Just so you know, Gran has a policy about meeting all my boyfriends. So let me know when's a good time for you to pop over and have dinner. I'll cook. PART FIVE