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WONKY CROSS	By : JanisJ Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 59358 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: Thanks for all the reads, rates and reviews! Sorry for the longer wait on this one…. RL has gotten WAY too hectic (and sadly, will be for a while)!

You guys are making me very happy with how involved you are the story…. And also spooking me out with your predictions! (Are you making tea-leaf readings or doing some crystal-ball gazings? ;)

And, don’t worry, I didn’t mean to imply that Harry goes nuts partying and becomes promiscuous, just that he goes out to celebrate and then gets a more private party for two— in his pants! ;P

Hope you enjoy this next bit….

~O~

CLARITY, PART 3

“All right there, Mate?” Ron asked after they’d Floo’d back into the Common Room.

Harry couldn’t wipe the huge grin off his face. “Bloody Brilliant!” It was over! He had his best friends by his side! Molly still loved him! “Fan-fucking-TASTIC!” He was darting around, unsure on his next course of action and unable to contain his un-bounded energy.

He wrapped his arms around Hermione, grateful for her assistance and support, beyond words to express the depth of it. “Thank you so much,” was all he could come up with-- bouncing on the balls of his feet-- but she seemed to understand. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” he pulled away to look at the Weasley brothers, “you either,” reaching out with one arm.

Ron gave him a gruff side-ways guy-hug and muttered, “No problem,” uncomfortable over the display of emotion (even though he felt deeply about helping Harry out of such a terrible situation); he was almost as relieved as his friend was that it was finally resolved.

Charlie had no such compunction over restraining himself and engulfed the buoyant young man in a bone-crushing embrace; Harry squeaked in surprise as he was hoisted up and spun around. The burly dragon-handler didn’t let go when Harry’s feet touched ground again but clenched him tighter (a few vertebrae popped).

The brunet felt all the tension that had been coiling in his muscles melt away as he was held with such a ferocious tenderness. He breathed in the comforting scent that was his roommate. He barely heard him gushing about how Harry deserved ‘only the very best’, was ‘so proud’ of him and that ‘the nightmare of being chained down’ was behind him.

Ron cleared his throat, reminding them they were not alone. Harry and Charlie reluctantly stepped away from one another, but the redhead wouldn’t let go of his shoulders--- and Harry was lost in the twinkling of the redhead’s sapphire-blue eyes. Hermione and Ron were watching the touching exchange with amusement and Ron said, “What now, Mate?”

“I want to go flying!” he announced, practically vibrating with overly-enthusiastic energy; he felt he may explode if he didn’t let off a little steam. Charlie and Ron smiled and ‘Accio’d’ their brooms from their rooms. After Harry summoned his trusty Firebolt, he let out a jubilant ‘HA!’ and jabbed his wand in the air, intent on conjuring the biggest, brightest, most long-lasting stag ever.

As he cast ‘Expecto Patronum’ with the thought “I’m FREE!”, the silver mist burst forth as expected but instead of the usual sleek and pointy form of his deer delicately cantering as it walked on air, it was coalescing into a large, rounded shaggy shape.

The four of them looked at each other in bewilderment.

It was…. A bear?

The huge animal lumbered around a bit before rose, standing on its hind legs in an imposing pose and waving its front paws-- the size of dinner plates-- over its head; it gave an enormous silent roar before it faded, dissipating into fine wisps of vapor.

“Umm…. Mate? Did you do it right?” Ron asked. Charlie was confused— hadn’t they always said Harry had a stag, just like his dad?    Harry was stilled in a state of shock. Hermione appeared thoughtful.

Tonk’s form had changed to a wolf when she fell in love with Remus. Snape’s doe remained in tribute to his love of Lily until his death…. “Charlie,” the clever witch asked, “what is your Patronus?”

“I don’t know. I never learned that spell. The school curriculum didn’t teach it…. And I wasn’t in The Order.” The elder Weasley brother looked sheepish. “Sorry, I’m really more of a lover than a fighter.”

“Don’t apologize,” Harry told him firmly. “I’m glad you were far away from all that, able to stay safe so you could be here now.” (Harry was secretly lingering over the way the sound of the word ‘lover’ tickled him-- and wished it might apply to him someday.) “No worries, I’ll teach it to you…. but later— I want to get in the wind!”

Hermione kissed Ron good-bye and told them to have fun and she’d see them when they got back.

The brothers moved towards the Portrait Hole but Harry couldn’t wait, too impatient for the long walk down to the Entrance Hall; he threw open one of the tall windows wide and jumped.

Charlie had a moment of horror until he ran to the frame saw Harry plummet and then straddle his stick, shoot off and soar. Ron just seemed resigned and climbed up onto the sill with his Comet Two-Ninety and pushed off. Charlie followed, determined to keep an eye on the two.

The Weasley brothers smiled at Harry’s exuberant airborne acrobatics, heartened by his boyish whoops of glee as he climbed and dove, spun and rolled. His high-powered spirals and break-neck speed had them both holding their breath at certain points.

Ron was making more desultory loops around the grounds below his friend. (It made Charlie think that with the new mature attitude he’d witnessed from his baby brother recently, he was leaving himself available to make a quick save if Harry’s antics went horribly wrong—without making it obvious.)

Charlie admired the brunet’s athletic physique and adroit agility on a broom; he himself, being a heavier build, had never done too many tricky moves, but Harry was simply poetry in motion dancing in the sky.

They had one scary moment when a family of Thestrals suddenly took flight right in front of them.

The three wizards were racing fast, shoulder to shoulder, over the tops of the trees over the Forbidden Forrest and Ron and Harry swerved to avoid them and flew in the opposite direction but Charlie was barreling on, heading straight for them. Harry screamed his name in terror— a collision at this height and speed could be deadly!

Charlie looked confused but cut around sharply to where Harry and Ron were gulping for breath; Harry was clutching his chest, heart pounding a mile a minute. “You have a death wish, Char?!” Ron demanded once his brother pulled up alongside them. Harry linked elbows with the muscular redhead and pulled him close as they hovered in one spot, recovering from the fright.

“Why did you veer off like that?” Charlie asked, still bewildered by their intense reaction to whatever they thought to be a serious problem; he thought that they had been the ones to attempt a risky move by doing a complete one-eighty, not him.

“Blimey, Charlie!” Ron exclaimed, “Are you bloody blind? You almost crashed right into them!”

Harry came to the realization before any of them, “You’ve never seen anyone die, have you Char?” The man just shook his head. “Ok,” he frowned, “I’m starting to re-think having you fly over the forest now, especially if Thestrals are going to be popping out like that…. Whatever you do, stay on my tail and I’ll lead us back. It’ll be getting dark soon, anyhow.”

“Wonder what had them so spooked? They certainly looked like they were fleeing something,” Ron mused, eyeing the ground with suspicion, afraid to see the scuttling bodies of Acromantulas. Harry peered down as well and a subtle movement caught his eye. Among the light dusting of snow and under a rough-hewn rock over-hang was a large, translucent pinkish-pale-grey blur. His eyes and mouth widened in shock. Was that--?

Charlie followed his gaze and let out a squeal, releasing a breathy ‘Yes!’; he was immediately swooping down to it!

Harry and Ron gave each other expressions that clearly meant they thought he was mental. They proceeded with much more caution than the dragon-handler had shown; sneaking up behind Charlie and keeping a vastly greater distance (with brooms at the ready), they could now see the manacles and thick, heavy metal collar-- still trailing links of broken chain-- on the beast.

“Ukranian Ironbelly!” Charlie whispered back at them, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He crept up with his wand drawn, frowning at the shackles— and then looked back at them questioningly. They both nodded and then were furiously whispering and gesturing for him to get away from the hulking mass that could kill in an instant. (“For crap’s sake, don’t clink any metal!”)

Charlie’s reverent gaze roamed the dragon’s form, lingering lovingly over the heavy scale-armor, the ragged talons and sharp spikes adorning its head and back. Finally (after what seemed a heart-stopping eternity to Harry and Ron), he reluctantly stepped away and went over to where the other two waited.

“Relax,” Charlie assured them, “They’re reptiles, cold-blooded, you know? It’s practically in hibernation right now, can barely move. So, it’s really the one from Gringott’s?” He didn’t wait for any more confirmation as his thoughts ran away with him, speaking more to himself than anyone else:

“Probably found this was the safest place to settle…. Plenty of wild area…. Food sources…. Fine for now that the weather is freezing but we’ll have to do something to move or contain it once it warms up…. Too close to the school and town if it’s allowed to cover much ground…. I’ll owl my supervisor when we get back, set some sort of plan up….”

A couple juvenile (but still huge) descendants of Aragog’s slipped past its nose; one was caught in a sleepy, slow-motion snap of jaws, the other continued on its way. Ron made a gurgling-gag in his throat at the sight of those hairy legs sticking out of the dragon’s beak and the sound of crunching exoskeleton. Looking a bit green around the gills, he pushed off and cleared the canopy of the forest.

Twilight was really starting to fall now. They needed to get back.

Charlie resolved to visit the spot soon but he’d have to bring a guide who could warm him if a Thestral was in his path— and the only thing that kept his mind from being completely consumed by the prospects of having a dragon to care for again AND be able to stay near Harry, was keeping his eyes trained on said-young man’s ass all the way back to the Castle.

~O~

When the windswept boys made it back to the Common Room, they were greeted by the sight of all their friends, returned from their visits to family during the holidays and back for the Hogwart’s New Year’s party being held in the Great Hall the following night.

“HEY!” Harry said overly-loudly, thrilled at seeing everyone. He gave everyone huge hugs, pleased to see Katie and Alicia there as well, snuggled up with George and Lee. Neville looked a bit hesitant at Harry’s good mood, having heard Hermione’s brief synopsis of their morning, but Luna rose from his side and accepted his embrace with just as much fervor, murmuring in his ear, “Good for you-- Now you can be so much more real.”

George grinned, “I’d ask how you were doing after everything, but I can see you’re doing better than fine. In fact, I’ve never seen you so happy.” Harry just shrugged, hoping the lone twin was truly Ok with what had happened between him and his baby sister.

“Went by the house earlier…. Mum was having kittens— and I’ve never seen Dad so livid, even when Percy pratted-out and disowned the family. They couldn’t very well turn the girls out of the house with nothing and nowhere to go, but are so against infidelity that they decided to leave those two bitches locked in the attic for at least a month!”

Harry, Hermione, Ron and Charlie all looked to each other in surprise.

George didn’t seem to mind they weren’t in a private conversation (with a wider audience listening in) and continued, “Mum was muttering something about ‘long enough to miss the Holyhead Harpy try-outs’, and then gave me two brooms and a trunk of Quidditch balls to return— sorry, they wouldn’t refund the full price since they were used. Oh, and this,” he pulled Harry’s wrinkled financial statements out of his pocket and handed them over.

“She certainly spent a lot, though lucky it didn’t set you back too badly-- because, Holy shit, Harry! You’re loaded! No wonder you always refuse your cut of the shop’s profits!”

“C’mon everyone!” Harry wanted to change the subject when the topic of how much money he had. “We need to celebrate! Dinner and drinks at The Three Broomsticks is on me!”

“You sure, Mate?” Ron looked skeptical, still sensitive about money; he obviously wasn’t sure that after seeing how much his sister had spent that Harry should lose a bit more.

“It’s just going out to the pub…. Ginny was right about one thing, though,” he explained his reasoning, “What’s the point of having money if you don’t spend a little every now and again to have fun with friends?”

“Is it ok if Alyson comes, Harry?” Dean asked.

“Of course! The more the merrier!”

They all bundled up and made the trek down to Hogsmeade.

Everything was brilliant; the future shone bright. The drinks amplified his feeling like anything was possible. His love for his friends had never been more warm and fuzzy. The food was more delicious. Every joke was ten times more hilarious.

(Dean’s girlfriend was dead-funny with her dry sense of humour and perfect comedic timing the better he got to know her; it made him resolve to donate to keep the art-restoration part of the project alive. He’d learned that they were about at the end of the private funding and the young couple was crushed to be torn apart. He promised them he’d bank-roll that aspect of the renovations until it was done.)

Even with the interruption of Rita Skeeter sidling up to their table-- wearing her usual garishly coloured robes, gaudily painted nails and face that displayed her shark-sensing-blood smirk-- Harry’s good mood didn’t vanish.

“Well, well, look what we have here,” she purred. “Harry Potter. Out having a party?”

“Yes,” he answered curtly, “and if you don’t mind, last I checked I hadn’t invited you.”

Her predatory smile widened, “Imagine the surprise of the employees in the Ministry’s Registry Office when it was filed that The Chosen One’s marriage had been dissolved as of 10:19 this morning? My, my, that was a short-lived union! I suppose celebrities— mostly American-- are notorious for that sort of thing, but no one expected it of you. Care to comment?”

“We rushed into it after The War and soon found out it wasn’t working. We realized we were too young and wanted different things out of life.” Harry stated. “And that’s all I will tell you.” He nodded firmly and turned away.

“No matter,” she smiled silkily, “I’ll just ask your lovely…. Well, I suppose she is your EX-wife now. She can always be found around Diagon…. I know for a fact she has an appointment at ‘Queen for a Day’ tomorrow before the big event.”

Misinterpreting the looks Potter and his chum Weasley were giving each other, she simpered, “Don’t tell me you haven’t been keeping up with my ‘Socialites About Town’ columns in the Prophet? Yes…. She IS juicy news. Her sense of style is all the rage, setting trends with all the young folk. She will be wearing a ‘Miranda Geygan’ tomorrow night!” (She crowed reverently, like that was something wonderful; all the males at the table just shrugged.)

She leaned in greedily, “Unfortunately for my rabid readers, she’s always been annoyingly discreet when it comes to the private details of your marriage, but perhaps she’ll be persuaded to dish about it now.”

(Harry was relieved Ginny hadn’t revealed anything about how poor the relationship had been, but he had the feeling it was more to keep her own reputation untarnished rather than his. Either way, he was glad she was motivated by keeping the fairy-tale image alive— and now the Wizarding community would never know, thanks to his best girl friend researching and casting the Tongue-Tying Curse.)

Hermione returned from the loo and loomed up behind the unregistered Animagus as the unwanted pest uttered her last.

The bushy-haired witch rolled her eyes and stated in a bored tone, “No, none of us waste our time on the vapid fluff you have the gall to call news reporting. And now you can kindly flit off and spin your insidious web. I’m off to ask Rosmerta if she has any Beatles records. Then maybe we’ll be able to drown out that buzzing drone you call a voice and forget your pesky, pestilent presence that has plagued us here tonight? If not, I might possibly have to inform the proprietress she has a vermin infestation problem in her establishment.”

The reporter’s sneer melted into an expression more akin to a pained grimace (and also began a full-bodied tremor at the sudden appearance of the feisty witch that had bested her as a mere child and at the insinuating-threat words). It was obvious her imprisonment in a glass jar and subsequent blackmail was still fresh in her conniving mind.

“Yeah, so BUGger off!” Ron added, “accidentally” knocking her glass over, slopping her drink down her front as he shoved his shoulder around to turn is back on her.

Harry just laughed at her angry mumbles as she beat a hasty retreat.

The rest of the evening passed in a haze of happiness for Harry— he couldn’t remember ever feeling so great! Everything was perfect and he was at peace.

Surrounded by wonderful friends that accepted him as he was-- and Charlie never far from his side-- he couldn’t even find it in himself to be irritated by the unceasing attentions from the witches in the restaurant that had overheard that he was single again. (In fact, he found it downright laughable they thought they might have a chance with him, now that he’d discovered a few important things about where his tastes lay.)

George and Lee left first with their former-classmates and dates, saying they needed rest because New Year’s Eve was always the biggest draw to the WWW store for firework sales (but the smirks on all four faces told them they wouldn’t be getting any sleep until they satisfied a few urges).

Dean and Alyson made their excuses next, followed closely by Neville and Luna. Ron seemed antsy to get to bed with Hermione too, but his girlfriend seemed determined to watch over their tipsy friend, to make sure no one took advantage of his vulnerable and compromised (alcohol induced extra-generous) state. Charlie laughed and waved them off, promising to ‘take care of him’ (Harry’s cock stirred a bit at those purred words).

“That’s ok…. We should get home too….” Harry offered, smiling at how well the day turned out. There was something he wanted to ask Charlie but wasn’t sure how to (though the tingle of slight inebriation was giving him some extra— much needed-- courage).

~O~

“So,” Harry started, sitting on his bed with knees bent and fiddling with the blanket in his fingers, looking up at his roommate, unsure of how to invite Charlie into his bed for the night.

He thought the redhead seemed interested in him, but he could be really clueless about that sort of thing and might just be inventing wishful-thinking ideas.

Had Charlie just been being nice that morning when he didn’t shun him right away for his accidental assault? (But he had tasted his come-- And then climaxed himself, Harry’s inner-monologue reminded him.) Or was it only because he’d had a warm body-- didn’t matter whose-- rubbing up against him? (And that devil’s advocate voice filled him with doubt.)

He had been sending Harry searching looks since then and had been giving him little touches all day, more than anyone else ever had; he thought it might signal some sort of interest…. But it could also have been simple sympathetic support for what he’d just gone through.

It would be brilliant if Charlie could actually be attracted to him, though was it possible? Harry had to admit to himself he was pretty dim about this stuff; if he was wrong, he could be making the biggest fool out of himself!

Charlie smiled down upon Harry’s anxious countenance; he had been contemplating on how to bring up what occurred between them at dawn— that had been so rudely interrupted— without frightening off the bashful (newly reinstated) bachelor. It gave him hope that Harry appeared to be internally battling on how to approach the subject, (or at least find some way to keep talking and not simply go their separate ways and fall asleep alone).

“So,” Charlie echoed, moving to stand next to him and idly flipped the cover of the sex encyclopedia sitting on the table. “Did you read anything interesting last night?” (Good Lord, how he loved that blush!)

He’d been dying to know what had driven him to masturbate. He was half-hard and noticed Harry’s gaze was glued to bulge at his crotch, which he’d carefully positioned at eye-level. He wasn’t sure if Harry couldn’t look him in the face just then because he was embarrassed about him asking about the reference manual or that he enjoyed the view (he hoped it was a combination of the two).

He carefully slid onto the foot of the bed and played a little with the hem of the brunet’s pajama pants. (And there was that delightful little flush across his cheeks again!) Charlie just grinned and nodded in encouragement, gliding a fingertip across his ankle bone.

Harry tugged on his earlobe in a nervous gesture and ran his fingers through his untamable mane; could he really admit what he learned? He didn’t find women appealing at all? Would it be weird if he announced he didn’t find breasts or vaginas alluring in the least?   And that he’d gotten aroused by watching a moving picture of two men making love? To the point that he’d had to touch himself and found his climax more easily than he ever had before? (He was glad his legs were hiding the boner he got from just the mere memory, and hugged them tighter to his chest.)

“I-I didn’t really read much of it….” Harry looked away awkwrdly and whispered, “I mostly watched the pictures.”

Charlie chuckled good-naturedly. “Yeah, pornographic images are quite intriguing, aren’t they? Especially if you haven’t seen any before. Anything in particular capture your fancy?”

Harry’s forehead dropped to his kneecaps and he nodded. Charlie raked his nails along his scalp and through his hair to make a fist in the dark strands at the base of the brunet’s neck; he pulled his head back to lock eyes with him. Intense blue met dilated green. “You don’t need to be shy with me, not after last night and this morning….” the redhead rasped.

Harry reached with a shaky hand for the book on the nightstand. He didn’t trust his voice right then.

As he riffled through the index, Charlie scooted up to his side and pressed up against him and the headboard. When the brunet found the page he was looking for, his prick twitched and oozed a little; he gradually brought his thighs down as the book could now serve as a cover for his erection. He silently tilted the picture over for the redhead to review.

“Nice,” Charlie purred, his hips shifting a bit at the erotic display. He had to resist the urge to palm himself through his clothes (and couldn’t be more thrilled that the theories about the guy he’d fallen for seemed to share some of his proclivities). He studied the side of Harry’s face, mesmerized by how he stared in fascination at the photo. “What did you find drew you to it? What caught your eye?”

“The muscles, the way they ripple…. (Would it be going too far that the first masculine muscles he’d noticed and admired were on the bloke sitting next to him?) “I like that first sliding in part….” Harry whispered. “And that,” he pointed to the dimpling dip in the side of the top’s buttocks that became more pronounced when they thrust, lightly digging his fingertip into the shadow as the dent grew dark in contrast to the creamy skin.

“Mmmm, yes,” Charlie agreed, filling with desire at observing and listening to what turned the other man on. “The initial penetration can be really intense, but the build-up to orgasm is fantastic as well. Sorry….” He flicked his eyes towards him in contrition, “I hope you get to experience that soon.”

“I wish it was all like that….” Harry sighed. “I think that would be brilliant,” he remarked wistfully.

Charlie blinked. “You’d want to start at the beginning over and over again, pull out every time before you pushed in?”

“Well, I don’t think I’d have to go ALL the way out to enjoy it,” the brunet mused, “just go back and forth.”

Charlie was confused— wasn’t that sex? “Um…. Isn’t that what you do when you masturbate?” (He wasn’t about to humiliate him further by telling him he knew because he’d spied on him the night before, though admittedly, that was a fairly universal thing during sexual gratification!)

“Yeah, but what I do is weird,” he brushed off dismissively (and that instantly struck Charlie as strange, because it had looked pretty typical to him-- vigorous, yes-- but entirely normal). “I couldn’t stop staring at this picture— it looks really enjoyable.”

“It DOES, doesn’t it?” Charlie prodded gently, sliding a hand under the book’s binding, using the pretext of an “innocent” attempt to see the picture better in order to surreptitiously brush the back of his hand over Harry’s thigh, dangerously close to his crotch (just to watch him shiver). “But I think they are right in the crescendo of things, getting close, judging by the intensity of speed and motion,” he took in the perplexed expression on the younger wizard’s face. “Don’t you think?”

“But of course they are moving. It’s repeating infinitely,” the brunet insisted. “It’s a Wizarding photo.”

“Yeah, I know, and that’s what makes our hand-held porn superior over the static pictures in Muggle magazines, but it’s still hot to see people having sex….”

“That’s what I thought last night!” Harry exclaimed, apparently relieved to be agreed with. “I’d never SEEN it before! I think you were right…. Men are ‘visual’ and like to watch sexy stuff….”

Charlie found him utterly adorable in his naiveté, but there was something that kept niggling at him. “So you’ve never seen people having sex before, have you ever watched animals mating?”

“WHAT? I— NO! Of course not! Why?”

“There’s a reason they call it humping, Harry,” the dragon-handler said softly. “There’s a lot of hunching of the spine, pumping in and out, thrusting back and forth to gain friction— for both the shaft AND the hole receiving it. Why would you think there isn’t any motion going on beyond the first slide in?” He suspected he might know the answer.

He wasn’t wrong.

“That’s what she did. The one time I was allowed to take the lead and tried that, she said it wouldn’t get her off and made me stay still inside her. She said I was too fast and jabbing. She called me an animal.”

“Harry, sex IS carnal and feral! We ARE animals, whether or not we want to believe it! We all breathe and drink water, eat and shit, and every species reproduces! Well, maybe not as homosexuals, but we still fuck!” Charlie was incredulous. “What you are describing is very unusual…. What did she do?”

“She sat on me and then wriggled a bit and touched her clit.” Charlie growled— how would that get a man off?! Sure, changing it up with a few grinds buried to the hilt were nice in between the other strokes, but….

Harry was still talking: “She said that what I do would never work for her. She’d had to suffer through so many other unsatisfying encounters with guys who ‘would come anyway’ that she would teach me the right way so she didn’t have to go without anymore….”

“And you had to do without?” He was stricken and sickened. “What you’re describing is what is highly unusual! Other women go for getting pounded-- would you want one that did?” Harry could tell Charlie was getting angry again, so tried to placate him.

“It’s ok, it’s ok! It’s all over now! And NO! I asked myself that very question last night and realized I don’t like boobs! At all! I’m repulsed by pussy!”

Charlie was too upset to register that the man he wanted more than anything had just admitted he was gay— he was too incensed over his poor treatment. “But how could she make you think your instincts were wrong?! Couples are supposed to figure out what works for both of them, sharing and give and take! Hermione was right— she brain-washed you!”

Harry stiffened in horror, “What all did she tell you?!”

“That was it! That Ginny made you think you were wrong—”

“You already told me the nipple thing was Ok…. They overheard her say that she didn’t like me grunting, sucking and nipping on her neck like an animal….”

“I LOVE THAT!” Charlie screamed, red in face. “You made me come this morning because of that!” A moment of silence stretched for a second while they simply stared and then Charlie crashed his lips down on Harry’s.

He’d had every intention of taking it slow, letting the bashful brunet know beforehand that he wished to kiss him (and would have that morning if the bank’s bird hadn’t disrupted the moment); he was going to let him decide if he wanted it.

But SHIT! He had to plunder his mouth that very moment! He had to devour him!

All of a sudden, lips and tongues and teeth were working against each other, almost brutally, hard enough to bruise. (Charlie had to chuck the sex encyclopedia across the room-- it was in his way to getting closer to the wiry body against his, and the corner was cutting into his thigh.) Within a matter of seconds, they were wresting and grappling, rolling and thrashing around on the bed. Hands were roaming of their own accord— squeezing and scratching, pinching and pulling. Shirts were torn off.

Arms, legs, chest and back— NOTHING was off limits!

In the sweetness of it all, (and his spectacles had been knocked off his head in the ensuing ruckus) Harry was blinded by the sudden clarity—with all the brightness of the sun at high noon on the Summer Solstice-- that THIS was what he’d always wanted; THIS was what had been missing! It all became crystal-clear-- the passion and fire, the dizzying, heady desire that was quickly crumbling into a total loss of control. THIS was what sex should be!

It was so right, so perfect!

Harry was astonished when he realized his palms had slid under the waistband of his— what? Best friend’s? Roommate’s?— pants and were now grasping, sinking nails into his bare (probably freckled) meaty and firm buttocks! As he pulled, he felt that lower-half come forward willingly, longingly, and rub up against him.

They both groaned in ecstasy as their clothed cocks made first contact. Harry’s hips bucked forward of their own accord. “Yesssss,” Charlie breathed in the brunet’s ear, eliciting an eruption of goose-bumps all over his fevered skin. The tongue on his neck was driving him into a frenzy and seemed to power his pelvis to pump harder.

Charlie was grunting and panting against Harry, grabbing a fist-full of his hair and raking his nails down his back. Harry hissed at the burn on his scalp and skin— it was sooooooo good! It took all of Charlie’s self-restraint to slow down and stop; he was dangerously close to coming (just from some snogging and groping!) because of who he was with!

(Little did he know, Harry was thinking the exact same thing; he was thoroughly baffled that he was so hard and ready to blow his load, when before, he could barely keep it up during intercourse!)

Harry just blinked furiously. He’d thought they were both into it, and now Charlie was calling it off? He whimpered at the loss of friction and at the disappointment that Charlie was having second thoughts.

“Harry,” the redhead was gulping in huge lung-fulls of air, “I— there’s something I want to do for you, something that’s long overdue….”

“What’s that?” Harry whispered, excitement buzzing in his belly.

Those dilated blue eyes blazed into his green; “Fellatio.”

Harry brow furrowed in confusion. He didn’t know what that was. (But then he figured he would probably go along with anything the man suggested— if it was even half as brilliant as what they’d done so far, it would be worth it!)

“I want to suck your cock,” Charlie purred in a husky tone, “until your balls explode down my throat. Would you like that?”

Harry’s prick twitched and oozed a little. (Would he like that?! Only, FUCK YES!!) He let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding and gave a shaky nod.

Charlie gave him a dazzling grin and started tonguing and nibbling his way down his neck and across his clavicle. Harry squirmed, enjoying the sensation, suddenly realizing that before this night, he’d never had anyone kiss him anywhere but his lips or cheek; he quivered in anticipation of what the mouth on him would do next.

He let out a strangled scream when he felt lips enclose around his right nipple and his left was pinched and twisted with large, calloused fingers; his arousal surged even further at the dual sensations when he felt teeth teasing the hardened nub and the pulling of his chest hair that surrounded his other areola. He could come from that harsh treatment alone!

He briefly mourned the loss of the stimulation to his chest but it was tempered with the excitement and promise of what the head and hands that were lowering, kissing and caressing their way down his stomach. The slick-textured tongue dipped into his navel and he felt more pre-come dribble when the hairs of his treasure-trail were plucked by teeth and fingers delved under his waistband.

Charlie moaned in pleasure as he nuzzled his face on Harry’s impossibly-hard shaft through his pants.

Slowly, he pulled the elastic away from his body and Harry assisted his undressing by lifting his butt; Charlie slid the offending garment off and sensually smoothed his square palms back up his calves and thighs towards his prize. Harry kicked off his pajamas from where they were stuck on his ankle and his legs fell open of their own accord.

His breath hitched when he felt feather-light brushes of Charlie’s lips and the prickly tickling of his goatee on the soft skin of his inner thighs; he moaned long and hard at the laving of his scrotum. Oh fuck, that was good! (Could this possibly get any better?!)

Apparently it could-- and did-- as each of his testicles were sucked in to that warm, wet heat and rolled around gently.

He felt the tension coil in his groin and squished his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, trying to hold back— but if Charlie didn’t stop his ministrations, he was going to come before he even got to his cock! (And he REALLY wanted to experience that!) “Stop, stop!” he pushed at those broad shoulders currently holding his knees apart.

Charlie’s ruffled red locks popped up, and he searched Harry’s face with consternation— the young wizard seemed to be enjoying it— but he wanted to back out now? Had he changed his mind about being with a man?

“Don’t you want to anymore?” he practically whined— just when he was about to get a taste and feel that hard length on his tongue!

“No! I mean, yes! I want— I want it— I don’t want it to be over already…. Too close…. Gonna….”

Charlie grinned in feral triumph.

He tightly circled the base of Harry’s weeping penis with his fingers and squeezed; the panting brunet gasped as the boiling of his climax was successfully staved off by the sensual choke-hold. But he was given no further reprieve as his pre-emissions were licked out of his prick’s slit, smearing it around the tip, and kept him on a knife’s edge of all-consuming pleasure.

He cried out, wiggling and thrashing when the mouth descended the shaft and Charlie’s lips pressed up against his own hand; he screamed as the head began to bob up and down in his lap with a tight seal of suction surrounding him. He was practically delirious with the desire and need to ejaculate. The pressure in his balls was mounting but wasn’t allowed to go anywhere due to the manual cock-ring Charlie held him in. It was bordering on painful (and he loved every second of it!).

By the time Charlie was doing all sorts of exquisitely torturous things with his tongue-- while still maintaining the frantic face-fucking-- Harry was reduced to whining; “Please, Charlieeeee!” he keened and begged, “Pleeeeeeeease!” He was so far gone he didn’t even notice that he was pulling on the redhead’s curls, probably a bit too hard.

Charlie drew his knees up underneath him and bunched his muscled in order to balance his weight so he could use both hands. He cupped Harry’s sac, harshly digging his fingertips into his perineum and at the same time he let his grip around the base go and grabbed Harry’s ass to shove the throbbing shaft down his throat. He began swallowing around the head as it started spitting spurt after spurt of hot semen.

Harry wailed and flailed, hips bucking uncontrollably under the onslaught of overwhelming sensations. His vision clouded and blurred. Every nerve-synapse sizzled. The most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced seemed to go on and on, extended by the tongue that was still lapping at his over-sensitized organ.

He was reduced to whimpering mewls as it became too much and every muscle in his body melted, drained of all energy. Flopping back on the bed, boneless and sated, he tried to regain his breath and some sort of coherent thought. His mind had been blown right along with his cock.

All he could think was-- no wonder Charlie had always spoken so highly of oral sex! It was AMAZING!

Charlie crawled his way up the brunet’s heaving torso, peppering it with sticky kisses and then stared deep into those heavily-lidded emerald eyes, “All right there, Cuteness?”

“Mmmmmhmm,” he answered in a lazy murmur, still drowning in the bliss of his first orgasm induced by another person, “Never better.” He managed a languid smile, “You’re fucking brilliant, you know.” He couldn’t seem to tear his gaze from the mouth that had just given him such unimaginable pleasure; the furry-lined red puffy lips glistening in the dim light were the most erotic sight he’d ever seen.

He was startled for a moment when he was kissed tenderly and tasted himself on the other man— but then found he didn’t mind it. Not at all actually, and it made his spent penis twitch and tingle. It was then, with the broad muscled body of the dragon-handler leaning down on him, that he noticed the other man’s special appendage was still stiff.

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled, muffled by the mouth kneading his. “Do you want me to—” he gestured downward with a weak arm; he knew all too well how frustrating it was to be left unsatisfied.

Charlie chuckled, “It’s Ok. Tonight is all about you.” He gently brushed Harry’s damp fringe along his sweaty forehead, and settled in, lying down beside him. “Believe me, it gives me great pleasure to be able to do that for you….”

Harry shook his head. “You’re hard! You— need…. I-I don’t know how,” he admitted shyly, secretly afraid he would never be able to give a blowjob as spectacularly as the other wizard had. “But it’s only fair.”

“Really, it’s fine,” the redhead insisted, but at Harry’s frown, he smiled and purred, “Though, if you wanted to touch me, I wouldn’t stop you….”

(Harry was grateful and secretly relieved. He didn’t think he had the energy right now to try and learn out how to do— what was it that he called it? Fellatio?-- but still wanted to reciprocate. He figured he could try his hand at manual stimulation; that was something he might be successful at.)

The brunet gave him a timid smile and placed his palm on Charlie’s chest; he could feel the heartbeat below quicken. He hesitantly trailed his fingertips down the trembling abs and poked them into the hot and humid tent of his sleep-trousers, pulling them down those thick thighs, readying himself for the first feel of a cock other than his own.

While he mouthed the hairy pec resting under his chin, he started to touch the turgid, fluid-covered tip and was immediately gratified that his bedmate’s breathing became tremulous and heavy. With more courage at that positive reaction, he explored the velvety-soft skin stretched tight over the rock-hard shaft, working his way down….

He gasped in shock and pulled his had away as if he had been burned. “Char!” he yelped, “You have no hair!”

“Shaved,” supplied the man with the bald bits.

Harry gulped, “Do you think it’s gross that I don’t?” He knew he was rather hirsute; a veritable forest grew around his groin. Suddenly he was embarrassed and self-conscious.

Something in his tone must have given his insecurities away because Charlie answered, “No, of course not. You are gorgeous and utterly delectable the way you are. It’s just a personal preference of mine.” The older wizard didn’t think it was completely necessary to explain about the little optical illusion that made it look longer— Harry didn’t need to know right now he was on the lower-end of average length.

(Oh, Harry thought, this I’ve got to see!) He scooted and shimmied down the bed until he came face to face with the erection, standing proud and jutting away from the smooth skin surrounding it-- he was glad that his vision without his glasses allowed him to see somewhat clearly up close.

Harry marveled at its perfection and the thick length bobbed under his scrutiny (the tiny one-eye of the trouser-snake shed a sparkling tear in anticipation). He was heartened that it was shorter than his, but the girth far surpassed his own— the overall shape was much like the stocky build of the man it was attached to. The weight and width in his hand was imposing and intimidating. He could barely close his fingers around it!

“Erm…. What should I do? What do you like?” the brunet asked, unsure of how to proceed. He wanted to make this man feel as good as he had previously.

“Just do whatever feels good to you when you wank,” Charlie instructed, “I guarantee you it will get me off.”

It was true. Just the fact that it was Harry, and that it was he who was finally touching him— not to mention he’d been about to spill his seed since they’d started snogging— he knew it wouldn’t take much. He grasped the pillow under his head in a death-grip to prevent him from doing something to scare Harry off.

Charlie groaned at the first few pumps of the fist encasing his prick. “Fuck yeah!” he moaned as pleasure flooded his senses; the once-hesitant touch turned more forceful and confident and his eyes rolled back in his head-- so it was that he didn’t see the curiously questing pink tongue peeking out of those pouty lips.

“FUCK!” he screamed as he felt the warm, wet muscle taste him— and he began to ejaculate violently, grunting and wheezing uncontrollably, crying out Harry’s name. His body shook spasmodically, wracked with tremors as his balls emptied. When Charlie could open his eyes again, it was to the most erotic, debauched tableau he’d ever seen:

Harry was blinking in surprise, his face splashed with slimy stripes of spunk; the young man licked his lips, testing and sampling the flavour of semen for the first time. He smeared a finger through the spooj to slurp in some more.

Charlie groaned at the digit disappearing within and had to wring the last drops from his spent shaft (which tried to surge again as he watched the virginal experimentations in rabid fascination); his heart just about burst when Harry turned to him with a huge goofy grin, obviously full of pride over his victory at bringing another to orgasm.

He roughly hauled the wiry frame up against his and crushed that smiling mouth in a brutal kiss, trying to communicate all the emotions that were roiling under the surface. Charlie’s tongue roamed over his messy face-- licking and gathering his own leavings-- only to return them to Harry’s lips and feed it to him, sharing his essence with his new lover.

Once Harry was cleared (though not exactly clean) of the last of the load-- and their combined spit was drying on his cheeks and chin— the fervent kisses slowed to more languid smooches. Charlie whispered in between little pecks and nibbles, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be with you like this….”

“Since when?” Harry held his breath (and felt like he was pushing his luck); Charlie had been attracted to him for a while?

“Since last summer,” he admitted as he nuzzled his head on the brunet’s, “from the first day I returned home.” Harry released his lungs in a whoosh of astonishment. “Of course I was immediately intrigued, who wouldn’t be? But it turned into so, so much more,” he murmured, snuggling in closer, holding him as tight as he could with the last of his strength.

Harry’s brain was buzzing with this new information but he blurted out the first thing he thought of; “So you might want to do this with me again sometime?”

Charlie laughed weakly, “I’d do this and anything else you ever wanted, any time.” He let loose a large lion-sized yawn, “Well, maybe after a quick kip— it’s been a long day….”

Harry too, was exhausted; from all the tension and emotional upheaval of the morning, the exercise of an afternoon of flying, an evening of drinks— and of course, having had his first mind-shattering orgasm from oral sex…. he was knackered. “Yeah,” he agreed sleepily. “Tomorrow, then?”

Charlie smiled at the hope in Harry’s voice— it mirrored his own. “Definitely. I promise…. I want to show you everything, give you every pleasure….” He mumbled and kissed the side of his head before he drifted off.

Harry was about to succumb to sleep as well, feeling warm and fuzzy at the care that was so evident in his best friend-cum-lover, but there was something else that was niggling in the depths of his mind. And then he was hit with another epiphany of clarity, for the second time that night:

All those times he’d admired Charlie, for both his personality and physique— every time he’d craved and sought out his company (and when he’d been bereft without it)— the comfort he took from the man’s unconditional acceptance of him and the (previously inexplicable) instances he’d felt arousal from his touch….

Then there was his wet dream that morning signaling his attraction to the redhead in such an obvious way and his terrible fear when he thought Charlie might fall to his death from colliding with Thestrals mid-flight (also the threat of being so near a fully-grown dragon)— He was faced with the realization that he didn’t want to live without having him in his life.

And what about how perfect and right it felt to be physically intimate with him just now? And his changed Patronus?

It was a million little things— that had happened gradually over time-- that he’d been too blind to see. But now, all put together like the pieces of a puzzle and finally revealing the whole picture, it added up to one thing:

HE WAS IN LOVE WITH CHARLIE WEASELY!!

~O~

A/N: Hope you enjoyed that one! Sorry again for the long wait…. Unfortuneatly, it will be again (I’m American so it is a holiday week coming up and my jobs get CRAZY busy this time of year). But the good news is—and the boys agree with me—it will be worth the wait, because any day spent alone together in bed is a good one! ;P
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