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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 long wait…. Like I said, work has gotten VERY busy. It’s also been difficult to think of sex and get to type it while having several dogs in my house-- that while very cute-- all seem to think they need to be petted constantly. But now that most of my furry clients have gone home, I was able to continue with the next bit. This chapter will have two parts…. It would be mean to make you wait until I get the second half completely done.

Hope you enjoy!

~O~

ENLIGHTENMENT, PART 1

Harry was having the most magnificent dream:

Ginny was gone. She was out of the picture. He didn’t know how or why— and didn’t care— he only knew that he didn’t have to deal with her anymore and it was WONDERFUL! It was incredibly liberating to feel like he could do whatever he wanted now.

He was flying, as free and unfettered as the wind, and Charlie was by his side, laughing and looking at him with longing and love. And then they were in each other’s arms, rolling and tumbling and tangling their limbs, kissing as if they were trying to delve into each other’s very souls….

He slowly began to wake, chasing the last vestiges of the pleasurable cobwebs clearing and desperately trying to hold onto the smoke-rings of desire dissipating into wisps, not wanting to lose the feeling of total well-being just yet.

But as his consciousness became clearer, the memories of previous day rushed through him.

He was, indeed, rid of Ginny!   It was REAL! And then he remembered last night (and realized he was naked). He wriggled in delight, relishing the feel of skin on skin, wrapped in a warm embrace. He smiled with his eyes still closed at the low moan that caused in his bedmate.

Suddenly, he was pushed onto his side and had a hard heat rubbing up against his butt-crack; the gusty grunts along his neck and ear were ruffling his hair. His morning-wood twitched in appreciation. (He could really get used to waking up this way!)

His pleasure intensified when he was pinned down by a meaty bicep and a thick thigh draped over his leg; it was infinitely raised when a strong, calloused grip enclosed around his shaft and pumped in time to the thrusts the hips were making behind him. He pushed forward into that friction and was rewarded with breathy groans when his buttocks drew backward and made firmer contact with Charlie’s cock.

Then his neck and shoulders were attacked by tongue and teeth; the warm, wet slobbery kisses and nibbles were planted all over his fevered skin and made his nipples incredibly hard. Harry whimpered as the strokes to his shaft sped up and he pinched his own nipples. “YESSSSS!” he cried out, as a hand descended behind his head and a frantic fist pulled his hair. (And may have hissed a bit more in Parseltongue-- he couldn’t be sure.)

Fuck, he was soooooo close already!

He was beginning to realize that even when it was just a hand job, with another person doing it and he couldn’t predict where the next stimulation going to come from, it was the anticipation and surprise that heightened every sensation. (And especially since it was with Charlie-- it was beyond brilliant!)

Harry’s eyes bugged out and breath caught when the blunt tip of Charlie’s erection poked lower, questing in between his cheeks. Would the older wizard be penetrating him now? Was he ready for that?

But in the next moment, he was both relieved and intrigued by feeling the velvet steel shaft sliding along his quivering pucker and the fat, leaking head prodding him in the backs of his balls, stretching the skin of his scrotum. The heavy leg hooked over his applied more pressure, effectively crushing his own thighs closer together, making a tighter seal for Charlie to squeeze into.

His hand was almost punishing on Harry’s prick.

With a sharp twist to his nipple, Harry came with a strangled scream, amidst the hoarse growling and pleading whines of, “Harry! Haaaaarrrryyyyy!” (along with the scorching spurts all over the underside of his sac.) Both of their breaths were hitching in aftershocks, gulping in oxygen and all the tension melting from their muscles.

“Fuck, Char….” Harry managed to mumble, “That’s so good….”

The boneless redhead behind him achieved dead-weight status with his limbs and wordlessly nodded; he tiredly turned Harry’s head towards his to kiss him. They were both fading fast, but the last thought Harry had was that he’d been right on his honeymoon: Charlie’s morning-breath-- while not exactly great— was ten million times more pleasant than the smell and taste of a vagina!

~O~

The next time Harry awoke, he smiled again in reminiscence (it HADN’T all been a lovely dream!) but really needed to use the loo. He carefully extricated himself from his heavily slumbering bedmate— and hoped he’d stay that way. He could tell it was going to take a while and didn’t need the man he wanted to be attractive to knowing what unappealing thing his body was about to do!

After he was finished with the toilet and had brushed his teeth, he chanced a peek out the door and saw the older wizard was still sprawled out asleep so he decided to bathe. He had no idea how long he stayed under the spray but as he rinsed away the last of the shampoo, his eyes few open at the sound of Charlie’s voice.

“You might want to step out of there a sec,” he said. “I’m not sure how the plumbing is in this old place, but I’d hate to scald or freeze that cute little ass of yours when I flush the toilet.”

Harry squinted through the steam-fogged glass door in confusion— why wouldn’t he just leave it until-- hang on— Holy crap! Did Charlie just take a dump while he’d been none-the-wiser in the shower?!

Harry came out and stood dripping on the bath mat, blinking in surprise at casual ease in which the redhead carried himself; his confidence and comfort in his own skin was amazing— and completely alluring, even when he was doing something as mundane as pushing the handle of a shit-filled bog and washing his hands.

And as he drank in the (slightly blurry) stark naked form in all its glory, his cock shot full of blood. It was the first time he’d seen all of Charlie in the nude, the whole dazzling picture.

Simply put, the man was gorgeous (and the wet brunet couldn’t imagine how he could have possibly missed his overwhelming attraction to him). He cupped a couple shaky, insecure hands over his bits, feeling small and scrawny in comparison.

Charlie smirked at him in the mirror, obviously mistaking the blank look of shock.

“Sorry,” he said (not exactly apologetically), “Guess I’m just too used to co-workers and brothers barging in whenever. I would’ve waited if I could but it just wasn’t gonna happen— beer and greasy chips always does that to me,” he rubbed his gut. “But let me tell you, watching you wash yourself, all soapy and relaxed, made it extremely difficult to piss through a hard-on.”

He gave his engorged member a couple of light strokes as he leaned over and playfully kissed Harry.

“Mmm, minty,” he said with a twinkle in his eye while slowly licking his lips, “I suppose I should clean my teeth too, I must taste terrible to you.” Harry mutely shook his head ‘no’, mesmerized by the pinkness of his tongue circling the rosy-red flesh shrouded by auburn whiskers; he kissed him again just to prove it— for the first time (consciously, that is) taking the initiative and instigating intimate contact. Charlie briefly returned it and then chuckled as he turned away.

Harry couldn’t tear his eyes away from Charlie’s meaty ass-cheeks as they jiggled with each scrub of his toothbrush.

“The tank is done filling now,” the dragon-handler mumbled around a mouthful of foam. “Probably safe to get back in the shower….” (How was it possible to look so sexy, even when spitting out suds?! Granted, he was bent over….but….) Harry still couldn’t move— his focus was inexorably riveted to the interplay of light and shadow that danced and dipped over and between the muscles of Charlie’s arms and back.

His entire body jolted when a big calloused palm closed around his prick. “Do you want some company?” Charlie’s voice purred deep and husky. “I’ll wash your back….” he wheedled, his tone promising more. Harry shyly nodded and allowed himself to be pulled into the shower stall by his eager erection. (He had the notion that he’d follow Charlie anywhere, anytime, just to keep that intoxicating attention attuned to him.)

He stumbled a little over the short ledge and then Charlie’s lips descended again, but this time with force. He was practically flung against the tiled wall and crushed by an imposing figure almost twice the weight of his. Harry’s knees trembled with the astonishment that he could be so horny continuously and ready to climax so often. Just from snogging!

Charlie ended the kiss before Harry was ready and turned him around.

His breath was stuttering, wondering what was coming next.

As it was, a bar of soap slid over his back and sensually up and down his spine. Charlie seductively whispered in his ear, “You don’t know how difficult it was for me to hold back from molesting you when we washed together after the Shrieking Shack….” His tongue was doing incredible things to Harry’s neck and left ear. A slippery hand roamed down, over his butt and into the crack.

The jelly-legged brunet moaned. “I was so hard that night….” he confessed in a whisper, “Your touch…. Makes me feel….” He couldn’t finish that thought when he was both afraid and aroused by the manual stimulation to his quivering pucker; both relieved and disappointed when that’s all that happened and the hand snaked up between his legs over his genitals.

“You are so beautiful and you don’t even know it….” Charlie whined, rubbing his stiffness against Harry’s slick cleft. His fingers slowly retracted the way it had advanced, lingering a little around his hole and then ran up over his hip; after scratching his treasure trail, he then dug his nails into the pubes at the top of the base of the brunet’s tumescence.

“M’not,” Harry maintained, whimpering as that hand returned to harshly grasp his shaft.

Charlie growled, “You ARE, damnit!” and started jerking his fist fast and furious. His squeal of the redhead’s name echoed in the small chamber. With the subsequent wriggling of Harry’s lower-half, his writhing buttocks unwittingly stimulated the dragon-handler further.

Harry finally found the strength and courage to throw the larger man off and back against the opposite wall. Charlie’s eyes widened in horror at the thought that he’d pushed his beloved too far until he saw him sink to his knees at his feet…. and his sweet lips parted.

Harry really wanted to try this!

He only hoped he could do it a fraction of how well the older wizard had last night…. He was pleasantly surprised (but why he should be?) at the spongy yet stiff texture; after all, why would it seem so different than touching it with fingers rather than his lips?

But it was new…. and undeniably exciting! (And he found the feel and flavour supremely arousing.)

The initial little licks were driving the redhead mad! It was tickling and teasing and then the novice, previously untried mouth-- testing and tasting-- suckled, taking in the tip of his weeping cock.

For his first foray into fellatio, he certainly was doing an amazing job; even though the newbie was solely focused on the swollen head, with a hand squeezing the rest of his length, the squirming tongue and suction were extremely effective. Charlie threw his head back under the exquisite assault (banging it on the tile behind him wasn’t the only reason he was seeing stars).

“Ah, fuck, Harry!” Charlie moaned, petting the brunet’s wet locks, “You’re a natural.”

Harry scoffed in disbelief— and promptly snorted water up his nose, causing him to cough and sputter. His face reddened in embarrassment, “Spoke too soon,” he wheezed in between hacks. “You’re just trying to be nice….”

“No,” Charlie panted (secretly a bit grateful for the reprieve that allowed him to hold back from blowing his load so soon), “you really have great instincts for what feels good…. It’s just not all that typical to be inhaling liquid into your lungs at the same time,” he said with a randy grin and smoothed an affectionate hand through Harry’s hair and down his cheek.

“Next time I tell you that you are brilliant you should simply believe me.” (The heavy hardness bobbed once before those shining green eyes as if the boner was nodding in agreement with its owner.)

After a few moments, Harry regained equilibrium with respiration and was ready to try again; in true Gryffindor fashion, he was determined not to be deterred by a minor set-back and dove back, taking in more of the length than he had before.

Charlie groaned and his head hit the wall again. He was having a hard time to keep from all-out thrusting into that wet head, but never-the-less his hips were involuntarily bucking in shallow motions.

Though is new lover didn’t seem to mind.

In fact, Harry had started moaning around his mouthful and cupping his bald-balls with one hand, while the other held some strange fascination with rubbing his fingertips into the dent on the side of his tensed buttocks. (Through the rushing haze of blood pounding in his veins, he faintly recalled that Harry had mentioned that sensual spot when they had looked at the pictures in the sex encyclopedia together.)

Spurred on by the needy sounds Charlie was making, Harry felt a surge of power and pride— He was doing what came naturally to him and it appeared he was bringing another pleasure by it! He startled a bit when the writhing man started pushing at his shoulders and then his breathy grunting words reached his ears. “Harrrrrry, I’m gonna come…. might…. Not want…”

(No! He DID want it! He needed Charlie to let loose in his mouth!)

Charlie’s toes were curling on the tile floor. With Harry going at him like that he couldn’t stop his body’s climactic reaction— and the young man wasn’t backing off despite his warning!

Harry opened his gullet as wide as he could go as he felt the surge of hardness go impossibly firmer and copied the grand-finale move the redhead had performed on him last night.

Just as he was about to explode, Charlie was blown away by Harry grabbing his ass with both hands and energetically sucking his shaft further into his face, completely stuffing his gob; the enthusiastic brunet pulled his pelvis forward and shoved the spurting penis down his throat!

The last coherent thought he had before his prick pulsed rope after rope of hot jizz down Harry’s swallowing esophagus was: “Good Lord! The bloke doesn’t have a gag-reflex! He really IS a natural!” And then the blinding euphoria took over his senses (and every single cell in his body).

He slid down the wall and dissolved into a puddle of goo on the shower floor, being aware enough that he felt an answering ejaculation all over his feet— and languidly smushed the silkiness in between his toes.

Harry was both elated and appalled.

He’d successfully brought another person (the one he cared about most in the World) to orgasm— but he’d come from one simple, unintentional brush of the back of Charlie’s foot to the crown of his cock? That was pretty embarrassing. But he really loved pleasing this man! (And had— literally-- just gotten off by making someone else happy!)

He sunk down and panted against Charlie’s belly that bounced with each harsh breath he took in, post-climax. “Fuck, Harry…. Don’t EVER think you aren’t a true talent again!” he wheezed. “FUUUUUCK!” he breathed in with shuddering lungs, holding the young wizard tight to his chest, letting the spray wash them clean….

Too weak to stand, they stayed in that embrace until the water turned cold.

~O~

Amidst the chaos in the kitchen of about a hundred House Elves preparing for the Castle’s party that night, Charlie and Harry sat on a bench opposite of Hermione and Ron, who were just finishing a late breakfast.

(Things were SO much less tense after Hermione finally accepted the little creatures’ preference— and pride-- for their work and gave up on S.P.E.W.! Apparently, once it was explained (very plainly) that they were most happy and satisfied with getting safety and good treatment plus quality room and board as COMPENSATION, the would-be rights activist relaxed her stance.  Although, she DID still insist on treating them with courtesy and dignity.)

Ron quirked an eyebrow, immediately noticing how his brother and best mate were sitting so close and pressed up against each other’s sides; he didn’t miss the affectionate murmurs as they spooned large amounts of food onto their dishes and thoughtfully served each other portions as well.

“Good morning,” Hermione greeted, emerging from behind The Prophet (with a messy pony-tail that was an obvious attempt to camouflage her not-yet remedied bed-head). She smiled back at Harry’s huge goofy grin as he whole-heartedly concurred.

“Well, we’re done,” she set the paper down, “but you guys enjoy your meal…. You might want to wait until you’re finished to read what lovely Rita wrote.” At Harry’s sudden worried expression, she quickly reassured him, “It’s nothing bad…. But she’s enough to put anyone off their appetite any time.”

Harry snorted mirthlessly.

She rose and gave Harry a hug around his back and he patted her arm across his chest fondly-- but he was inwardly shuddering a little at the smell coming off her. (He REALLY didn’t need to smell sex on his sister!! Talk about ruining his appetite!) “C’mon, Ron,” she said, tugging her boyfriend’s sleeve, “Let’s go get ready for the day.”

(Apparently, this was code of some sort, judging by the way Ron’s eyes lit up and he was practically sprinting for the door; Harry just hoped whatever it was included a shower at the end.)

Not completely ready to try eating just yet, Harry pulled the discarded newspaper to him and read the headline:

OUR SAVIOUR, SINGLE AGAIN!

He rolled his eyes and skimmed the article.

Thankfully, it was rather short. It simply reported basically what she’d said last night about the Ministry workers being surprised in the Registry office and commented that he seemed in good spirits at his celebration; he was glad she kept her speculations to a minimum since the statement he gave her (that she actually quoted perfectly!) summed it up quite succinctly and left little room to expand on with untruths.

Charlie read along, resting his chin on Harry’s shoulder. “Pretty confident, there, about getting a scoop from Ginny,” he remarked. “She obviously doesn’t know my mother well. If Mum said she was keeping her daughter under house arrest, Gin won’t be seeing the light of day for quite some time.”

Harry gave a small noise of assent and shook his head at the last lines: ‘So queue up witches, The Chosen One is on the market again! Who knows? YOU just might be the next lucky lady to catch his fancy!’

He dug into his mountain of eggs, bacon, fried tomatoes and buttered toast with gusto, suddenly famished from all the exertion of the past twelve hours.

They tucked in, a companionable silence settling over them; every once in a while, they shot little side-long glances and smiles at the other. Harry’s heart fluttered when Charlie wiped a rivulet of melted grease from the corner of his mouth and sensually licked his finger clean while daring to maintain eye-contact. Charlie’s libido kicked in again when he thought of what he wanted to do once they were done with their breakfast….

The serenity was shattered when the door banged open and none other than Roger Fields stood there on the threshold.

~O~

A/N: Hope you enjoyed Harry’s first attempt at oral…. And come back for the next bit where Charlie helps him continue on with his “education”!
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