FIC: Burn with me - Charlie/Neville - NC-17
Title: Burn With Me
Author/Artist:
digthewriter +
cheekytorah
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Neville/Charlie
Word Count: 2245
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Content: object insertion, bottom Neville, floo sex, zelophilia, evoking jealousy, playing with fire
Challenge/Summary: Neville misses Charlie, but there's always the Floo Network.
A/N: Thanks to
keyflight790 for the beta. I wrote part 1 of this series a while ago and Lex, aka cheeky, was super cool about writing a second chapter. We co-wrote this together with different POVs. Hopefully, you'll like it. (AO3 LINK)
ONENeville groaned as the bed dipped beside him, and warm wet lips pressed against his temple.
"I’ll see you in a few days, love," Charlie murmured. He stroked down Neville’s back tenderly, and pressed another chaste kiss between his shoulder blades before he stood up.
Neville mumbled adorations for Charlie's delicious cock, eliciting a chuckle. All too soon the Floo burst to life and the flat went silent.
He awoke several hours later, sun in his eyes, and an owl tapping at the window. Neville was used to the demands of Charlie’s job, maybe he didn’t like it all the time, but he understood. There was no one who was as good at Dragon Occlumency as him; no one who understood the beasts, and could calm them as quickly. He had this way with the massive creatures that were so soft, and it filled Neville’s heart with warmth to see Charlie cuddling a hatchling or dressing a wound.
Stretching languidly over the bed, Neville relished in the ache of his muscles, and the burn in his arse. Pulling himself out of his duvet, Neville wandered over to the window, and let the bird in to deliver the post and mail. The Daily Prophet was usually reserved for tea and morning toast in the kitchen, but he grabbed for the letter with Charlie’s messy scrawl.
Nev,
Can’t believe I miss you already, looking forward to your call. The Ridgeback had her babies, so I thought you might enjoy these Wix Polaroids that Sheila took. Have a really great few days.
CW
PS. I swear I can still taste you. When I get home I want you spread out, and waiting for me. Prep yourself or don’t. I won’t be doing it though. ;)
Neville smirked down at the letter, thinking of what Charlie would do to him when he returned. He pulled down his cotton pants, and slipped into the steam-filled shower. The hot water beat down on his sore muscles, and Neville loved every bit of the pain. When he stepped out of the stall and in front of the mirror, he could see the aftermath of his and Charlie's nights together the past week. Light and dark bruises on his wrists, the new and ageing love bites on his throat and sides. He was like a work of art, and he stared at himself in fascination. It was intoxicating seeing Charlie’s marks all over his body, claiming Neville as his own.
The day passed quickly. He got lost in signing forms, and filling out requests for plants and seeds he wanted for the coming school year. He had to request from Headmistress McGonagall for a hired hand to help him in the Greenhouses. When he had first been hired, there had only been four, but after three years he now had nine gloriously filled hothouses that were thriving.
He sipped probably his seventh cuppa, and let his mind wander to the night before's activities. His prick twitched as he remembered the way Charlie had licked up his sides and nuzzled the fine hair in his armpit. He shivered. Merlin, he wanted Charlie again. He cast a quick Tempus, revealing it was actually around Charlie's dinner time, and he could maybe slip in a quick fire-call to Romania.
His skin prickled with anticipation as he pulled off his shirt, and sat close to the fire. He palmed his cock through the rough fabric of his denims, and moaned quietly. Neville couldn’t wait to hear Charlie's voice whispering obscenities to him while he stroked himself. Fuck, he really just wanted Charlie right here, right now, but he was excited for another new thing to try.
He started up the call and waited for Charlie to appear on the other end.
"Nev?" Charlie sounded surprised, but seemed to be happy to hear from him so soon.
"Hey, how was your day?"
"Brilliant! Darla’s eggs hatched, and I may have got a few burns because one had hiccups, but you should see them Nev, they are gorgeous!"
Neville smiled at Charlie fondly, he loved it when Charlie talked about his job. The passion and adoration for what he did practically dripped from every word, embedded in every look. He listened to Charlie continue about each Dragon, they all had names already of course and the new eggs that the Horntail had laid in the week Charlie was away.
"I loved going away with you, don’t get me wrong, and we definitely needed it," Charlie mussed. "But I feel like I miss so much when I’m not here."
"They survived without you for a week," Neville chuckled. "And you survived too."
"I know, and the benefits of our holiday definitely outweighed missing the reserve."
Neville heard a cough, and a mumble from behind Charlie.
"Sorry, Sebastian. Yeah, just give us a few minutes here."
Neville raised a brow. Sebastian was in Charlie’s personal cabins? He trusted Charlie, but he didn’t have to like it.
"I know that look," Charlie laughed.
"You know nothing," Neville said petulantly.
"I miss you, Nev." Charlie smiled.
"I miss your cock, not you."
"Of course," Charlie chuckled, and then continued, "It is an impressive cock."
Neville palmed his prick, and groaned. He just wished he had Charlie here with him on his hands and knees like he was now, Charlie fucking him hard and fast from behind.
"It is," Neville said breathily. "Want it inside me."
"Sebastian’s going to be back here soon," Charlie warned.
"Then we had better be quick."
Neville unfastened his denims swiftly, and shimmied them down to his knees. He pulled his wand from the pocket, and Accio’d his thick, red dildo which flew swiftly into his hand.
"I’m going to fuck myself on this," Neville waved the toy in front of his face, "thinking about it being your cock, filling me, splitting me open, sending me over the edge."
"Fuck, Neville," Charlie moaned. "How do you want it?"
Neville raised a brow, and Charlie moaned louder.
"Raw, again?" Charlie asked. Neville could hear the rustle of clothing being removed, and dropped to the floor. "Godric, you get me so hard. I want you."
Neville didn’t even get the lube. He wiped a bead of pre come from his prick over his rim, and teased the toy around his hole in circles. He loved the feeling of being stretched open, no prep. The feeling of being so full and pulled tight that he could feel every twitch of his hole as the dildo slid inside. He felt his cock jump with anticipation, and trail come on the floor. Neville wanted, no needed, it. Now. If he couldn’t have Charlie’s hands all over him, he would drive Charlie wild with want too.
Their eyes locked as he felt the burn of the toy breaching him.TWO
Charlie watched, salivating, as Neville lined the head of the plastic monstrosity against his entrance and started to sink on it slowly. The toy Neville liked to play with was slightly larger than the size of Charlie's cock, and Neville knew it too, still he liked to tease Charlie with it.
It was as if he was saying, See, I can take this… but I still want you.
Charlie gulped watching Neville close his eyes, tilt his head back and groan. He wanted to groan with him, but he also needed to be mindful he had company. Sebastian had shown up unannounced, which he knew wasn't going to sit well with Neville, but Charlie couldn't exactly be rude to his co-workers either.
Caring for Neville was effortless. Neville made it easy by being so sweet, kind, and warm-but Charlie also knew if Neville was jealous, he liked to hurt himself too. It was an odd combination of arousal and brutality Charlie loved and feared at the same time. He always needed to be on his toes. Always needed to know just how much to push.
"Are you with me?" Neville asked gasping as he moved back and forth on the dildo inside him.
"Of course, baby. With you all the way. Turn around and let me see…"
"No, not yet…" Neville said, his one hand reaching towards the Floo. Charlie reached for him too, wishing beyond all reason he could actually touch him. Feel the warmth of Neville's body against his, and take him all in.
He couldn't believe he was starting to get jealous of a lifeless object. He wanted to be the one inside Neville. He wanted to be the thing that made Neville whimper with pleasure.
"Say the spell-" Neville started to gasp and then used his other hand to stroke his cock.
"Are you certain?" Charlie asked. They'd talked about this once before and even though Charlie had said he'd try it, he wasn't completely sold on the idea.
"Please, Charlie… I need to feel it." Neville was practically begging for it.
"Shit…" Charlie mumbled to himself, unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. He started to stroke himself at the same rhythm with which Neville was getting fucked and then mumbled the spell.
The Floo roared slowly, the fire turning from green to red, and Charlie reached out. It was hot. He'd made sure it was warm enough to be distressing but wouldn't cause any actual harm. Neville wanted to burn. He wanted fire-call sex because he wanted to feel the heat of the fire while he was being fucked.
Jealousy turned them both on in their own ways.
Neville loved to burn feeling envious and suspicious of Charlie's co-workers, and Charlie loved to watch him get fucked and begrudged the item that provided Neville with pleasure.
They were both just fucked up in their own way, weren't they?
"Merlin, Charlie! That feels so good…" Neville let go of his hand and reached back to grab a hold of the dildo, pushing it further inside him as he bucked his hips, opened his eyes to look right at Charlie through the fire.
"Need you. I miss you so fucking much, babe…" Charlie said, jerking his wrist to get himself off. "Now, you've teased me enough. Turn around." Charlie ended the fire spell and it cooled again.
Neville gave Charlie a sly smile which sent shivers down Charlie's spine. He slowly turned and Charlie had the full view. He encouraged Neville with his words, bucking his own hips as he watched that thick, red dildo go in and out of Neville. It was almost like watching himself fucking Neville. Except this time, he couldn't reach over and get his lover off with him.
They continued the song and dance, back and forth, Charlie fucking his hand while Neville fucked himself on the object.
"It's almost time…" Neville said, and Charlie gasped a yes.
He continued to enjoy the show, enjoying himself, and relish in the fact that soon he'd be back in bed with Neville, and they could really show how much they missed each other.
Charlie spilt all over his hand into the Floo as he watched and heard Neville come almost simultaneously.
Neville turned around, a lazy smile letting Charlie know how thoroughly he'd just been fucked. He reached into the fire, as if looking for the warmth - whether for Charlie's body or to chastise himself, Charlie didn't know.
"Can't wait for you to be here," Neville said and soon they said their goodbyes.
Charlie quickly cleaned up, spelled the room odourless, and made his way to the meeting. He didn't know if he was going to have a chance to speak with Neville until tomorrow, but tonight, he was definitely going to have some great wanking material before going to bed.
"Everything all right at home?" Sebastian asked leaning back on the chair and giving Charlie a look which he was more than used to ignoring.
"Yeah, just had to check in with Nev."
"Oh, he makes it really hard for you, doesn't he? Always so demanding of your time. I don't know if I could ever be with such a jealous boyfriend."
Charlie took a seat across from Sebastian and levelled him a cool look. "No, actually. He makes it quite easy to love him."
"L-love?" Sebastian sputtered. "Come on, Charlie. You've hardly known the bloke for a minute."
"I'm not entirely sure how that's any of your business. We're work colleagues, maybe let's keep the conversation a bit professional, yeah? I get enough grief from the fire-breathing dragons who think we're after stealing their babies."
"Yes. Right. Very well, sir." Sebastian looked beside himself, and if Charlie wasn't so serious about being in love with Neville, he would have laughed.
What Neville didn't know was how Charlie had kept his co-workers' advances at bay for a while. Because, the bastard he was, he liked getting Neville all riled up. He loved getting Neville so cross, he couldn't speak, and then he'd suck him off. It made for a very good sex-life. Eventually, he knew he was going to have Neville's trust, and he was going to stop being so jealous all the time-but Charlie wanted to tame his dragon and ride him too.
Heck, all those conversations about relationships with Draco and Harry weren't for nothing. Those two were always at each other's throats and were also madly in love with each other.
Maybe it wasn't healthy, but it was fun. There wasn't just one definition of love or relationships, anyways.
END
Author/Artist:
digthewriter +
cheekytorah
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Neville/Charlie
Word Count: 2245
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Content: object insertion, bottom Neville, floo sex, zelophilia, evoking jealousy, playing with fire
Challenge/Summary: Neville misses Charlie, but there's always the Floo Network.
A/N: Thanks to
keyflight790 for the beta. I wrote part 1 of this series a while ago and Lex, aka cheeky, was super cool about writing a second chapter. We co-wrote this together with different POVs. Hopefully, you'll like it. (AO3 LINK)
ONENeville groaned as the bed dipped beside him, and warm wet lips pressed against his temple.
"I’ll see you in a few days, love," Charlie murmured. He stroked down Neville’s back tenderly, and pressed another chaste kiss between his shoulder blades before he stood up.
Neville mumbled adorations for Charlie's delicious cock, eliciting a chuckle. All too soon the Floo burst to life and the flat went silent.
He awoke several hours later, sun in his eyes, and an owl tapping at the window. Neville was used to the demands of Charlie’s job, maybe he didn’t like it all the time, but he understood. There was no one who was as good at Dragon Occlumency as him; no one who understood the beasts, and could calm them as quickly. He had this way with the massive creatures that were so soft, and it filled Neville’s heart with warmth to see Charlie cuddling a hatchling or dressing a wound.
Stretching languidly over the bed, Neville relished in the ache of his muscles, and the burn in his arse. Pulling himself out of his duvet, Neville wandered over to the window, and let the bird in to deliver the post and mail. The Daily Prophet was usually reserved for tea and morning toast in the kitchen, but he grabbed for the letter with Charlie’s messy scrawl.
Nev,
Can’t believe I miss you already, looking forward to your call. The Ridgeback had her babies, so I thought you might enjoy these Wix Polaroids that Sheila took. Have a really great few days.
CW
PS. I swear I can still taste you. When I get home I want you spread out, and waiting for me. Prep yourself or don’t. I won’t be doing it though. ;)
Neville smirked down at the letter, thinking of what Charlie would do to him when he returned. He pulled down his cotton pants, and slipped into the steam-filled shower. The hot water beat down on his sore muscles, and Neville loved every bit of the pain. When he stepped out of the stall and in front of the mirror, he could see the aftermath of his and Charlie's nights together the past week. Light and dark bruises on his wrists, the new and ageing love bites on his throat and sides. He was like a work of art, and he stared at himself in fascination. It was intoxicating seeing Charlie’s marks all over his body, claiming Neville as his own.
The day passed quickly. He got lost in signing forms, and filling out requests for plants and seeds he wanted for the coming school year. He had to request from Headmistress McGonagall for a hired hand to help him in the Greenhouses. When he had first been hired, there had only been four, but after three years he now had nine gloriously filled hothouses that were thriving.
He sipped probably his seventh cuppa, and let his mind wander to the night before's activities. His prick twitched as he remembered the way Charlie had licked up his sides and nuzzled the fine hair in his armpit. He shivered. Merlin, he wanted Charlie again. He cast a quick Tempus, revealing it was actually around Charlie's dinner time, and he could maybe slip in a quick fire-call to Romania.
His skin prickled with anticipation as he pulled off his shirt, and sat close to the fire. He palmed his cock through the rough fabric of his denims, and moaned quietly. Neville couldn’t wait to hear Charlie's voice whispering obscenities to him while he stroked himself. Fuck, he really just wanted Charlie right here, right now, but he was excited for another new thing to try.
He started up the call and waited for Charlie to appear on the other end.
"Nev?" Charlie sounded surprised, but seemed to be happy to hear from him so soon.
"Hey, how was your day?"
"Brilliant! Darla’s eggs hatched, and I may have got a few burns because one had hiccups, but you should see them Nev, they are gorgeous!"
Neville smiled at Charlie fondly, he loved it when Charlie talked about his job. The passion and adoration for what he did practically dripped from every word, embedded in every look. He listened to Charlie continue about each Dragon, they all had names already of course and the new eggs that the Horntail had laid in the week Charlie was away.
"I loved going away with you, don’t get me wrong, and we definitely needed it," Charlie mussed. "But I feel like I miss so much when I’m not here."
"They survived without you for a week," Neville chuckled. "And you survived too."
"I know, and the benefits of our holiday definitely outweighed missing the reserve."
Neville heard a cough, and a mumble from behind Charlie.
"Sorry, Sebastian. Yeah, just give us a few minutes here."
Neville raised a brow. Sebastian was in Charlie’s personal cabins? He trusted Charlie, but he didn’t have to like it.
"I know that look," Charlie laughed.
"You know nothing," Neville said petulantly.
"I miss you, Nev." Charlie smiled.
"I miss your cock, not you."
"Of course," Charlie chuckled, and then continued, "It is an impressive cock."
Neville palmed his prick, and groaned. He just wished he had Charlie here with him on his hands and knees like he was now, Charlie fucking him hard and fast from behind.
"It is," Neville said breathily. "Want it inside me."
"Sebastian’s going to be back here soon," Charlie warned.
"Then we had better be quick."
Neville unfastened his denims swiftly, and shimmied them down to his knees. He pulled his wand from the pocket, and Accio’d his thick, red dildo which flew swiftly into his hand.
"I’m going to fuck myself on this," Neville waved the toy in front of his face, "thinking about it being your cock, filling me, splitting me open, sending me over the edge."
"Fuck, Neville," Charlie moaned. "How do you want it?"
Neville raised a brow, and Charlie moaned louder.
"Raw, again?" Charlie asked. Neville could hear the rustle of clothing being removed, and dropped to the floor. "Godric, you get me so hard. I want you."
Neville didn’t even get the lube. He wiped a bead of pre come from his prick over his rim, and teased the toy around his hole in circles. He loved the feeling of being stretched open, no prep. The feeling of being so full and pulled tight that he could feel every twitch of his hole as the dildo slid inside. He felt his cock jump with anticipation, and trail come on the floor. Neville wanted, no needed, it. Now. If he couldn’t have Charlie’s hands all over him, he would drive Charlie wild with want too.
Their eyes locked as he felt the burn of the toy breaching him.TWO
Charlie watched, salivating, as Neville lined the head of the plastic monstrosity against his entrance and started to sink on it slowly. The toy Neville liked to play with was slightly larger than the size of Charlie's cock, and Neville knew it too, still he liked to tease Charlie with it.
It was as if he was saying, See, I can take this… but I still want you.
Charlie gulped watching Neville close his eyes, tilt his head back and groan. He wanted to groan with him, but he also needed to be mindful he had company. Sebastian had shown up unannounced, which he knew wasn't going to sit well with Neville, but Charlie couldn't exactly be rude to his co-workers either.
Caring for Neville was effortless. Neville made it easy by being so sweet, kind, and warm-but Charlie also knew if Neville was jealous, he liked to hurt himself too. It was an odd combination of arousal and brutality Charlie loved and feared at the same time. He always needed to be on his toes. Always needed to know just how much to push.
"Are you with me?" Neville asked gasping as he moved back and forth on the dildo inside him.
"Of course, baby. With you all the way. Turn around and let me see…"
"No, not yet…" Neville said, his one hand reaching towards the Floo. Charlie reached for him too, wishing beyond all reason he could actually touch him. Feel the warmth of Neville's body against his, and take him all in.
He couldn't believe he was starting to get jealous of a lifeless object. He wanted to be the one inside Neville. He wanted to be the thing that made Neville whimper with pleasure.
"Say the spell-" Neville started to gasp and then used his other hand to stroke his cock.
"Are you certain?" Charlie asked. They'd talked about this once before and even though Charlie had said he'd try it, he wasn't completely sold on the idea.
"Please, Charlie… I need to feel it." Neville was practically begging for it.
"Shit…" Charlie mumbled to himself, unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. He started to stroke himself at the same rhythm with which Neville was getting fucked and then mumbled the spell.
The Floo roared slowly, the fire turning from green to red, and Charlie reached out. It was hot. He'd made sure it was warm enough to be distressing but wouldn't cause any actual harm. Neville wanted to burn. He wanted fire-call sex because he wanted to feel the heat of the fire while he was being fucked.
Jealousy turned them both on in their own ways.
Neville loved to burn feeling envious and suspicious of Charlie's co-workers, and Charlie loved to watch him get fucked and begrudged the item that provided Neville with pleasure.
They were both just fucked up in their own way, weren't they?
"Merlin, Charlie! That feels so good…" Neville let go of his hand and reached back to grab a hold of the dildo, pushing it further inside him as he bucked his hips, opened his eyes to look right at Charlie through the fire.
"Need you. I miss you so fucking much, babe…" Charlie said, jerking his wrist to get himself off. "Now, you've teased me enough. Turn around." Charlie ended the fire spell and it cooled again.
Neville gave Charlie a sly smile which sent shivers down Charlie's spine. He slowly turned and Charlie had the full view. He encouraged Neville with his words, bucking his own hips as he watched that thick, red dildo go in and out of Neville. It was almost like watching himself fucking Neville. Except this time, he couldn't reach over and get his lover off with him.
They continued the song and dance, back and forth, Charlie fucking his hand while Neville fucked himself on the object.
"It's almost time…" Neville said, and Charlie gasped a yes.
He continued to enjoy the show, enjoying himself, and relish in the fact that soon he'd be back in bed with Neville, and they could really show how much they missed each other.
Charlie spilt all over his hand into the Floo as he watched and heard Neville come almost simultaneously.
Neville turned around, a lazy smile letting Charlie know how thoroughly he'd just been fucked. He reached into the fire, as if looking for the warmth - whether for Charlie's body or to chastise himself, Charlie didn't know.
"Can't wait for you to be here," Neville said and soon they said their goodbyes.
Charlie quickly cleaned up, spelled the room odourless, and made his way to the meeting. He didn't know if he was going to have a chance to speak with Neville until tomorrow, but tonight, he was definitely going to have some great wanking material before going to bed.
"Everything all right at home?" Sebastian asked leaning back on the chair and giving Charlie a look which he was more than used to ignoring.
"Yeah, just had to check in with Nev."
"Oh, he makes it really hard for you, doesn't he? Always so demanding of your time. I don't know if I could ever be with such a jealous boyfriend."
Charlie took a seat across from Sebastian and levelled him a cool look. "No, actually. He makes it quite easy to love him."
"L-love?" Sebastian sputtered. "Come on, Charlie. You've hardly known the bloke for a minute."
"I'm not entirely sure how that's any of your business. We're work colleagues, maybe let's keep the conversation a bit professional, yeah? I get enough grief from the fire-breathing dragons who think we're after stealing their babies."
"Yes. Right. Very well, sir." Sebastian looked beside himself, and if Charlie wasn't so serious about being in love with Neville, he would have laughed.
What Neville didn't know was how Charlie had kept his co-workers' advances at bay for a while. Because, the bastard he was, he liked getting Neville all riled up. He loved getting Neville so cross, he couldn't speak, and then he'd suck him off. It made for a very good sex-life. Eventually, he knew he was going to have Neville's trust, and he was going to stop being so jealous all the time-but Charlie wanted to tame his dragon and ride him too.
Heck, all those conversations about relationships with Draco and Harry weren't for nothing. Those two were always at each other's throats and were also madly in love with each other.
Maybe it wasn't healthy, but it was fun. There wasn't just one definition of love or relationships, anyways.
END