What Was Lost 3/10
Title: What Was Lost ~ Quality Time (3/10)
Author: Lire lire_casander
Pairing: Bill Weasley/Neville Longbottom
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 570
Beta: Unbeta'ed. All mistakes are my own fault.
Disclaimer: I do not own in any form or shape these characters, JK Rowling does. Just playing with them for my own amusement and yours.
Summary: Bill Weasley is a Ministry worker sent to Hogwarts to supervise the OWLs and NEWTs. He expects to catch up with his old friend Neville Longbottom, but things are not the same anymore.
Warnings: Wanking, implied voyeurism.
Author's Note: Written for 10_themes's prompt table using prompt 01. Red.
Bill Weasley woke up to a dark room painted in black. With a groan, he tried to focus and remembered he had spent the night in Neville's guest room at Hogwarts. His eyes darted around the room before settling onto the nightstand, where some croissants and a cup of coffee were waiting for him, magically conserving their heat. Bill sat up on the bed, and stretched out a hand to take one of the croissants. He bit down to it, getting lost in its sugary texture. Chewing on it, Bill thought about the day ahead of him.
It had been him who had asked to be sent to Hogwarts a week ahead of time, so he could spend some quality time with Neville; Bill had finally come to terms with the fact that he had developed a crush on the younger man quite some years before, and he regretted not having said a word while they still shared a room at Grimmauld Place with Harry, Ron and Hermione. Now he was willing to find out whether all the signals from their younger years were only tricks of his own mind, or Neville's shy way to show him attention.
Bill remembered the faint blush on Neville's cheeks whenever their gazes met, the red in his eyes whenever the boy was reminded of his parents locked in St. Mungo's, the smile creeping on Neville's red lips whenever they crossed their paths on the corridor - red, full lips that Bill could have put to better use back then. The blood started to rush towards Bill's lower body, pooling in his groin. Muffling another groan burying his face in the pillow, Bill felt his cock harden. How can a simple memory awake such reactions in me? the part of his mind that remained sane wondered. His hand ached to touch, and his groin ached to be touched, but Bill didn't find it proper to wank in a guest room, so he got up quickly and headed towards the bathroom, where he could get off without leaving any traces of his activities.
He set the water running in the shower, and stepped inside. The liquid hit his shoulders, relieving part of the tension he felt, as his right hand trailed a wet path across his chest and headed south, finding his stiff cock, fondling his balls right before starting to stroke slowly his shaft from the base to the head, smearing the pre-come mixed with the water along its length. His left hand helped him find support on the tiled wall, fingers itching to curl whilst he imagined Neville's face. His orgasm built up forcefully; he came with a moan, staining his stomach briefly, as the water took care of it.
"Oh," he heard at his back, and remembered too late that he hadn't locked the door. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were---"
Bill turned around, fully naked and thankful that his cock had softened to its normal size, to face a blushing Neville standing in the doorway of the bathroom. "I heard strange noises and the door was open and I thought... Shit!" Neville turned around and fled his own quarters quickly.
Bill Weasley was sure that the red in his face matched the blush in his host's face. "I should have locked the damned door," he scolded at himself before wrapping a towel around his waist and promptly running after Neville.
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Author: Lire lire_casander
Pairing: Bill Weasley/Neville Longbottom
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 570
Beta: Unbeta'ed. All mistakes are my own fault.
Disclaimer: I do not own in any form or shape these characters, JK Rowling does. Just playing with them for my own amusement and yours.
Summary: Bill Weasley is a Ministry worker sent to Hogwarts to supervise the OWLs and NEWTs. He expects to catch up with his old friend Neville Longbottom, but things are not the same anymore.
Warnings: Wanking, implied voyeurism.
Author's Note: Written for 10_themes's prompt table using prompt 01. Red.
Bill Weasley woke up to a dark room painted in black. With a groan, he tried to focus and remembered he had spent the night in Neville's guest room at Hogwarts. His eyes darted around the room before settling onto the nightstand, where some croissants and a cup of coffee were waiting for him, magically conserving their heat. Bill sat up on the bed, and stretched out a hand to take one of the croissants. He bit down to it, getting lost in its sugary texture. Chewing on it, Bill thought about the day ahead of him.
It had been him who had asked to be sent to Hogwarts a week ahead of time, so he could spend some quality time with Neville; Bill had finally come to terms with the fact that he had developed a crush on the younger man quite some years before, and he regretted not having said a word while they still shared a room at Grimmauld Place with Harry, Ron and Hermione. Now he was willing to find out whether all the signals from their younger years were only tricks of his own mind, or Neville's shy way to show him attention.
Bill remembered the faint blush on Neville's cheeks whenever their gazes met, the red in his eyes whenever the boy was reminded of his parents locked in St. Mungo's, the smile creeping on Neville's red lips whenever they crossed their paths on the corridor - red, full lips that Bill could have put to better use back then. The blood started to rush towards Bill's lower body, pooling in his groin. Muffling another groan burying his face in the pillow, Bill felt his cock harden. How can a simple memory awake such reactions in me? the part of his mind that remained sane wondered. His hand ached to touch, and his groin ached to be touched, but Bill didn't find it proper to wank in a guest room, so he got up quickly and headed towards the bathroom, where he could get off without leaving any traces of his activities.
He set the water running in the shower, and stepped inside. The liquid hit his shoulders, relieving part of the tension he felt, as his right hand trailed a wet path across his chest and headed south, finding his stiff cock, fondling his balls right before starting to stroke slowly his shaft from the base to the head, smearing the pre-come mixed with the water along its length. His left hand helped him find support on the tiled wall, fingers itching to curl whilst he imagined Neville's face. His orgasm built up forcefully; he came with a moan, staining his stomach briefly, as the water took care of it.
"Oh," he heard at his back, and remembered too late that he hadn't locked the door. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were---"
Bill turned around, fully naked and thankful that his cock had softened to its normal size, to face a blushing Neville standing in the doorway of the bathroom. "I heard strange noises and the door was open and I thought... Shit!" Neville turned around and fled his own quarters quickly.
Bill Weasley was sure that the red in his face matched the blush in his host's face. "I should have locked the damned door," he scolded at himself before wrapping a towel around his waist and promptly running after Neville.
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