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It's Complicated	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and am not making any money off of it. The boys are all just so sexy I can't help playing with them a bit. I'll put them back when I'm done. In tact. ...probably.

Chapter List
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Chapter
13

New
Year's Eve

Seamus felt like he was
on fire from the inside out as they crashed through the door of
Charlie's apartment and collided with a stack of his still-packed
boxes, losing balance and hurtling to the floor. “Feck, what
was in that wine?” he rasped headily.

“Do
you really want to know?” Charlie asked between lusty kisses.

“Don't
feckin' care,” Seamus decided instantly. He knew whatever
Charlie had slipped into their drinks was going to make up for the
year they'd spent not shagging when they damn well ought to have
been. He dragged his hands through Charlie's hair and bucked his hips
up into the hardness between his love's thighs. It was hard to
imagine the night was about to get better. When he'd arrived at the
pub where he was supposed to meet Charlie, for the first time ever,
he didn't have to wait. Charlie was already there. He was wearing
these tight, faded jeans and this black tee that left very little to
the imagination. They danced and they drank and they danced and drank
some more. They were both hard, rubbing against one another sensually
and shamelessly, and then they sat down with a bottle of wine after
midnight and downed the whole thing. Seamus knew Charlie'd laced it
with something by the second glass, but as they sat in the booth
drinking and kissing it didn't seem important. After sharing an
entire bottle though, getting back home felt like an eternity of
subtle gropes and nips as their over-heated bodies ignored the
bitter, mid-winter air. They'd actually dipped into an alley halfway
there – scared off a dozen cats as they wanked each other off.
The wanking relieved the imminent need, but did nothing to sate the
hardness, and Seamus grimaced when he had to tuck himself back into
his jeans.

Now that they were back
at Charlie's place – their place – the only thing
Seamus could think about was that he needed to be naked right now,
and Charlie needed to be naked even sooner than that. It had been so
long since he'd seen Charlie's big, beautiful body, touched his
bare skin, wrapped his arms around his broad shoulders...sucked his
huge cock. He wanted to do all of those things and more. So much
more.

He moaned in delight as
Charlie pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side.

Charlie hissed in a
surprised breath at the gorgeous sight before him. “Fuck, Shay,
when did you do this?” he asked, reaching down to drag his
fingers down over a tiny gold ring piercing his love's nipple, and
then over it's match through the other taut bud on Seamus' chest.

Seamus shuddered. It felt
so good! No one had touched them before. Well, that's not true, he'd
given them an experimental tug or two. He'd forgotten in his lusty
haze that Charlie hadn't seen them yet. “Your birthday,”
Seamus rasped. “Kinda...an impulse. Thought ye'd like 'em.”

Charlie let out a
shuddering breath and lowered himself to drag his tongue along one of
the pierced buds. “Fuck. They're gorgeous,” he purred
around it, taking the loop in his teeth and pulling back a bit.

Seamus arched and moaned.
Merlin, that felt amazing! His balls lurched a bit and he very nearly
came in his pants.

Charlie chuckled and
released the bead. “Still so sensitive here. Gorgeous.
Absolutely fucking perfect.” He pinched the other nipple
between his calloused fingers and dragged to the ring, giving it a
tiny little tug and watching Seamus open his mouth and his entire
body quivered with desire. “Beautiful,” he purred against
Seamus' throat. “My beautiful, randy, Irish lover.”

Seamus bucked beneath
him. It didn't matter at all that they were crashed on the floor
surrounded by cardboard boxes when they ought to be in the bed. He
knew they'd get there eventually. He slid his hand up under Charlie's
shirt and dragged them across his stomach and ribs, then further up
to his chest.

Charlie took the hint and
peeled his shirt off, tossing it aside, before lowering himself to
orally explore Seamus' new piercings more thoroughly. “Fucking
sexy,” he breathed against the tight buds. “Maybe I
should get something pierced for you, too, hm?” Just what he
thought he ought to get pierced for Seamus to play with didn't need
to be clarified. His love shuddered at the thought, but said, “Feck.
Ye're perfect as ye are, Char. Get any more perfect and it might kill
me.” He was already fumbling with the fly of Charlie's pants.
“Nngh. Feck. Help me out here. Ye're wearin' entirely too much
clothing.”

“Oh?”
Charlie laughed. “Hom much clothing should I be wearing then?”

“None,”
Seamus rasped. “Not a feckin' stitch. Ye should be bare-arsed
with your thighs spread and m'face in yer feckin' perfect lap.”

Charlie's pulse jumped
into his throat. “I think that can be arranged,” he said,
sitting back and unbuttoning his fly, slipping out of the rest of his
clothing and leaning his heavy body back against the front door of
the apartment with his knees bent and his thighs spread open
invitingly.

Seamus felt like he could
come just from looking at that thick body, the perfect cock taut and
nestled in a thatch of red curls. He crawled forward on hands and
knees, lowering his torso and taking in the musky scent of the lover
he'd missed so badly through all the drama they'd been through. He
nuzzled against the prize Charlie offered him so easily and dragged
his lips up the turgid flesh from base to tip before wrapping his
lips around the thick head and licking eagerly as he started to
swallow it down. He still couldn't quite swallow the entire thing,
but with enough practice...heh...and he was sure Charlie would be
glad to give him plenty of opportunities to practice. “Mmmn....”

“Fuck,
Shay...” Charlie rasped. The heady feeling of the laced booze
was making him him dizzy now as his love sucked him. He knew he
wouldn't last long. He hadn't been touched by anyone in over a year,
not since the last time they'd been together.

Seamus moaned eagerly as
he bobbed his head, reaching down to unfasten his own jeans and
wanking as he sucked. It was only moments before they shared their
second orgasm of the evening, successfully taking the edge off enough
to cuddle on the floor a bit, snog, and get Seamus the rest of the
way out of his pants.

“Love
you,” Charlie murmured.

“Love
you more,” Seamus replied.

Remembering a recent
conversation, Charlie smirked and nuzzled into Seamus' hair. “Liar,”
he murmured. “That's not possible.”

Seamus remembered the
conversation too. “Are you daring me to prove it?” he
echoed the words Charlie had shot at him at the time.

But that's where the
wordplay ended. “No,” Charlie whispered. “Never.
You've got nothing to prove to me.”

Seamus straddled his
lover's hips and kissed him softly. “Gad, Char...I'm so sorry
for all the drama.”

“Nevermind,”
Charlie murmured into the kiss. “You're here with me now. I
don't give a shite about anything else.” He smirked. “Well,
maybe about these gorgeous piercings,” he admitted, dragging
his thumbs over Seamus' pierced nipples and watching his love shudder
and his eyelashes flutter as he arched his back. “...and this
pretty throat, just begging for attention,” Charlie murmured,
nipping at the flesh where Seamus' neck joined his shoulder. “...and
maybe this tight, intensely shaggable arse, too...” he added,
giving Seamus' bum a good squeeze.

“Feck,
Charlie. Bedroom?” Seamus begged. He'd shag right on the floor,
but he knew both of their bodies would be aching with regret tomorrow
if they did.

“Don't
like the idea of me shagging you into the front door, hm?”
Charlie joked as he scooped his lover up bridal style to maneuver him
around the boxes strewn awkwardly about the room.

“I
love it,” Seamus answered. “My knees, not so much.”

Charlie chuckled warmly,
his eyes glowing with warmth, joy, and love – all the things,
Seamus realized, that Percy's eyes had lacked when he looked at him.
He'd been so blind to not realize it until the damage had already
long since been done.

He fell to the bed in the
darkened room with a flop. Something tinkled as he tried to adjust
his eyes to the dark. “What is that sound?” he asked.

Charlie smirked and
flicked his wand, lighting an arch of amber and gold candles with his
wand and flicking them strategically about the room to cast a nice
warm glow over the bedding without being close enough to risk setting
anything aflame. He was getting entirely too accustomed to putting
out fires and he didn't want anything to ruin this night.

Seamus was instantly
enchanted by the playful smirk curling Charlie's lips as the older
man set his wand on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed, leaning
over to press a kiss on Seamus' lips that just screamed endless
devotion.

Seamus wrapped his arms
around Charlie's broad shoulders and enjoyed the solid weight
hovering over him, forgetting the sound until he heard another tinkle
as Charlie adjusted fully onto the bed. “Mmn. Char, what is
that sound?” he whined.

Charlie chuckled and sat
up, reaching over his love to one of the bed posts, flicking a tiny
silver bell. There was a soft tinkling noise. “I did say
I'd have bells, didn't I?” he teased.

Seamus rolled his head
toward the post and realized Charlie had dangled strands of tiny
silver bells from each post and shorter strands along the top of the
frame where the curtains would hang if Charlie had ever bothered
putting curtains on his bed. With the candlelight glistening off the
polished silver, it was actually quite pretty.

Seamus laughed. “Fecking
bells,” he snickered. “You're such a git.”

“You
love it,” Charlie said, leaning down for another kiss before
rolling onto his back and stretching out his stocky body.

Laying on his side,
Seamus let his eyes roam. Charlie was so damn perfect. Big and
strong, but with this cute belly that kept him from being too
perfect. Seamus loved that podgy belly though, almost as much as he
loved the fat cock resting firmly beneath it. He dragged his hand
down the older man's body slowly tracing every muscle until he
reached it, taking the solid weight in his palm. Two orgasms and
still hard as a rock, whatever Charlie had slipped into the booze was
good stuff.

Charlie let out a small,
but appreciative moan. “What do ya think, Shay? Wanna ring some
bells?” He chuckled and his belly rumbled with amusement at the
stupid joke.

“Git,”
Seamus chided again as he straddled Charlie's hips. There was a voice
in the back of his mind telling him he really ought to properly
prepare himself, but there was a louder voice telling him he'd spent
enough time the past week with his favorite enchanted dildo thinking
of Charlie Weasley that it wouldn't hurt that much if he just...

Seamus sucked his bottom
lip under his teeth and took a deep breath, easing the head of
Charlie's beautiful prick into his arse, wiggling a bit to seat
himself on the thick member with a heavy groan, throwing his head
back.

“Seamus!”
Charlie exclaimed. He hadn't expected his lover to ease down on him
without preparation like that!

“Nngh...mmokay...”
Seamus mumbled, shifting his hips a bit to try to coax the dull burn
away.

“Balls,
Seamus, you could have really hurt yourself,” Charlie exhaled,
trying not to be overcome by the tight heat wrapped around him.

Seamus dropped his head
forward, resting his hands on Charlie's chest. “Woulda been
worth it fer you,” he mumbled. He carefully lifted his hips a
bit and then lowered them again with a soft moan. The ache was
quickly receding. It was so good to have Charlie, and not an
inanimate imitation of him hot and thick in his arse again. He could
almost cry over how much he'd missed it.

Charlie lifted his hands
and caressed Seamus' cheek. “Don't you ever hurt
yourself for my sake,” he chided firmly, but Seamus tilted his
head and smiled and all of his worry dissipated as his Irish lover
leaned down to lay a soft kiss on his mouth.

“Why're
you so perfect?” Seamus murmured. He was so horny, but his
heart felt as full as his arse, and he couldn't help reacting to it.

Charlie curled his
fingers in the younger man's hair and murmured, “Anything less
isn't good enough for you,” between their lips.

They rocked together
slowly, enjoying the slow build and languid movements of making love.
How long it took didn't matter. The end result was irrelevant. All
that mattered was that they continue to move together, pleasuring one
another. It was an amazing sensation, such a huge difference to what
he'd known before. With Percy, shagging for hours had been a failure
– an inability to bring one another off, and a frustrating
experience for everyone involved. With Charlie, he would be happy to
roll together, listening to the bells tinkle as the bed moved beneath
their joined bodies, all night. Climax didn't matter. Charlie
mattered – the way his eyes misted from the pleasure they were
sharing, the big calloused hands running over his back and
hips...suddenly, sex was about being with the man he loved, not about
getting off – and that was just so much better.

Still, the slow pace
couldn't last forever, and Seamus sat back, bouncing fervently as the
pleasure threatened to overtake him. Charlie gripped his hips and
thrust upward to meet him with a grunt each time. The bed squeaked
and the bells jingled madly as they cried out each other's name,
sharing an orgasm more intense than any Seamus could remember
experiencing before.

Spent, he collapsed
against the sticky mess he'd left on his lover's chest as the now
softening rod slipped out of him. “Feck,” he exhaled.
“I'm never going to be able to hear a bell ringing without
getting a boner again...”

Charlie chuckled warmly.
“Mission accomplished,” he joked.

They lay like that a
while before Charlie remembered something he should have told Seamus
days ago. “I talked to Cezar,” he said as he lifted his
wand to give it a flick and clean off their spent bodies.

“Hn?”
Seamus asked blearily, tired now and only half-following the
conversation.

“He
said he can only hold your job for you for another month, so you'd
better get your lazy arse back to work soon.”

Seamus' head darted up.
“He...huh?'

Charlie grinned. “Leave
of Absence, Shay. Ever heard of it?”

“He
held my job for me?”

“Just
said that, didn't I?”

“Feck.
Now I feel like an arse for calling him a moody prat with no sense of
humor...”

Charlie laughed warmly.
“Happy New Year, love.”

Seamus burrowed into
Charlie's side as the older man pulled the comforter over them and
flicked his wand to blow out the candles.

“Resolution?”
Charlie asked.

“Dun'
need one,” Seamus answered contently. “Already have
everything I want.”

“Mn,”
Charlie answered as he pulled Seamus more tightly against him. “Me
too.”
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