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It's Complicated	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2708 -:- 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
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-13
- 3
- 4
- 5
Chapter
4

The
next day, Seamus knocked on Charlie's door, as ordered, at six in the
morning. He was still half asleep – never was much use before
dawn, and the time difference was
killing him, after all. He didn't think two hours was such a big
difference, but when your clock was telling you it was six and your
body was telling you it was four – that was a hell of a
discrepancy.

Charlie
opened his door in a pair of dark blue bikini briefs with a towel
draped over his shoulders. His skin was still glistening and pink
from a recent shower, his hair wet and unkempt. He nodded the younger
man in, who wasn't sure if he was paranoid or if Charlie was walking
around his underwear on purpose. 'The
bastard is trying to seduce me, damn it!'

But
just as they were padding through the living room he noticed a tangle
of red hair poking out from beneath a blanket on the sofa.

Charlie
put his finger to his lips and padded past into the bedroom, closing
the door. “Bill,” he said quietly. “He's crashing
here for a few months. He's ridiculously cranky before dawn, so try
to keep your voice down.” Charlie had wanted to say 'sexy
voice', but after laying up awake all night had managed to convince
himself that, even if he thought Seamus was too good for his loser
boyfriend, that wasn't his call to make. He had morals. He wasn't
going to seduce a man who was already with someone, no matter how
much he wanted him. And bollocks!
He wanted him. He wanted to learn everything about Seamus – not
just his body, but everything else – about his family and his
favorite foods and all his stupid quirks. He wanted an actual
relationship.
He wanted to settle
down.
How the hell could a guy you spent one night with do that to you? But
Seamus had done it. It felt like fate. Obviously it wasn't though, or
the man he was so enraptured with would be single.

He
lowered himself to the bed, stomach first, and Seamus actively tried
to ignore the strong lines of muscle there as he buried his arms
under the pillows and rested his head. Across the arch of his back,
the burn mark was tight, angry looking, and bright red again. Seamus
grabbed the jar from the nightstand, determined to focus on his task,
rather than the very grope-able bum and muscular legs. He paused when
Charlie hissed. “Sorry.”

“No,
's okay. It's fresh. Of course it hurts. Go ahead. I can take it.”

Seamus
swallowed and pressed into the wound again. When it sunk in, it was a
deep shade of purple. “Shite, is it supposed to be that dark?”
It wasn't that dark when the healer did it. “Maybe I'm doing it
wrong...and for that matter, if you've got someone living here, why
can't he do this for you?”

Charlie
chuckled warmly. “Bill's got a life,
Seamus. He works, and after work he uses as much daylight as he can
get working on building a house so he doesn't have to sleep on my
couch forever. He spends the weekends with his lover. I don't mind if
he crashes here while he's getting his shite in order, but he's
over-stretched and I'm not going to be the one giving him an extra
thing to worry about. He doesn't need to know about something stupid
like this.” Merlin, Seamus' hands felt good. The cooling salve
was starting to feel nice against his burnt skin, too. He sighed
contently as Seamus rubbed the potion in a third time. The color of
the glow was light blue now, like when the healer did it. That made
Seamus relax a little as he reached for another large glop of the
greasy potion and made another go at it.

Charlie
adjusted a bit against the mattress.

“You
okay?” Seamus asked quietly.

“Mmn.
Feels good.” 'Too
good,'
Charlie
thought. 'I'm
getting hard.'

It
took Seamus three more goes to get that whitish glow, and by then
Charlie had a raging hard-on pressed against the mattress. The feel
of Seamus' hands, his voice, the subtle scent of him in the air...

“There,”
Seamus whispered with an air of triumph.

“Charlie,
you okay? Don't you normally leave for work by now?” Bill
called from the other side of the door.

“Yeah,
fine. Gonna be out of here in a minute,” he lied. “Tryin'
to find a pair of clean shorts.”

Bill
chuckled. “I told you to do your laundry the other day.”

“Yeah
yeah. Go to work, mum,” Charlie called back.

“See
you tonight.”

They
held their breath as Bill disapparated with a soft pop. Seamus didn't
know why he was holding his breath. They weren't doing anything
wrong, but a guy would get the wrong idea, wouldn't he? Walking in
with Charlie in his underwear like this? Yeah, that was all there was
to it. It's not like anyone would read his mind and realize he'd just
been thinking about Charlie's arse and how perfect it was, or how
nice he smelled, or... he shook his head to free it from those
thoughts. “You sure it's okay to lie to him like that?”

“It's
fine. He worries too much. I don't need him taking off of work
because I got a little burn like this.”

'Because
you were protecting me,'
Seamus
thought guiltily.

'Merlin,
don't. That sexy pout, Seamus, you have no idea how hard it is not to
kiss you when you pout like that...'

“Er,
so...uh...I guess you're supposed to stay in bed. Do you want to eat
something?”

'Yeah, your gorgeous
arse,' Charlie thought. 'Fuck.
I'm way too riled up for him to be here now.' “I
can make something myself. You don't need to hang around all day.”

“No
way! You're staying in bed. Healer's orders,” Seamus insisted,
putting a hand on his shoulder. It was slick from the potion, and all
Charlie could think was that potion felt like it would make a damn
good lube. An image of his fingers plunging into Seamus' arse
overtook him for a moment and he bit down a moan.

Seamus
mistook it for pain and rolled him to him to his side to get a look
in his eyes. “Charlie, feck. You don't need to be such a tough
guy. What do you need?”

Charlie
couldn't stop himself from pulling the younger man's head down to his
own. “You,” he whispered before crushing their lips
together. He knew he shouldn't. He'd just told himself he wouldn't.
But Seamus' boyfriend, from what little he knew, was a complete prat.
He couldn't bring himself to feel as guilty about it as he should. “I
fucking want you,
Seamus,” he rasped between their lips.

Seamus
tried to fight it. Or at least he told himself that opening his mouth
and letting Charlie devour his tongue, running his hand along
Charlie's bulging bicep, and moaning softly into the older man's
mouth while thinking 'I shouldn't be doing this',
counted as trying to fight it. And he tried to pretend that letting
Charlie pull him down to lay beside him, really, was a fight he
couldn't possibly win – after all, Charlie was much stronger
than he was.

But
he really had no excuse for the mark he left on Charlie's collarbone,
or his potion-slick hand dipping into the man's underpants and taking
his hot, hard cock in hand. His id told him to fuck excuses –
he could come up with them later. His id also informed him, rather
frankly (in the form of his own hard cock), that nothing had felt as
right as Charlie Weasley in a long, long time. His damnable, evil
little id, was – unfortunately for Seamus – very, very
convincing. It convinced him to pull Charlie's briefs off and toss
them across the room, drink in the sight of the man's perfect body
now that he was sober enough to fully appreciate it, and then toss
his own t-shirt to join it.

Charlie
panted beneath the beautiful bottom, dragging his calloused fingers
over his torso and watching Seamus shiver as his fingers grazed over
the young man's pert nipples. He smirked up at him and pinched them.

“Fecking
hell,” Seamus exhaled.

“So
sensitive here,” Charlie teased, giving them a gentle twist
that made the brunette toss his head back and moan. “You should
think about getting them pierced.” He gave them a little tug.
“It makes them even more sensitive.” He sat up a bit and
pulled one of the pert buds into his mouth. “I could really
drive you mad, with some cute little hoops hanging from these.”
He gave the nipple a little bite and smirked around it as Seamus'
breath sped up.

“Y—nngh...”
Seamus was trying to form a sentence. Really he was. He had an actual
thought in his head that didn't have anything to do with shagging.
“feck! Charlie. Nngh. We can't...”

Charlie
sighed, ready for a good sulk and some earnest convincing. He was
sure Seamus was going to mention the damned boyfriend again.

But
that's not what Seamus said at all. “Your b-back...”

“What
back?” Charlie answered, biting the other nipple and shifting
his weight to free up a hand to pull open Seamus' pants and shove his
palm down his boxers.

Seamus
arched, tears coming to his eyes. “You...”

Charlie
let go of the bead with a pop. “I'm fine, Shay. The potion
makes it feel much better. Hardly hurts at all. If you're that
worried about it, then distract
me
from the pain.” He smirked playfully, stroking the younger
man's cock as if he were milking a cow.

“feck...”
Seamus answered, leaning forward to try to catch his breath only to
find his mouth inhaled again. This time, he forgot he was supposed to
be thinking up excuses and just enjoyed it as they wanked each other.
He followed Charlie down as the older man rested back against the
pillows, and didn't remember to stop himself from kissing down the
older man's body, returning the favor of sucking one nipple, then the
other into his mouth.

“Mmn...Shay...”
Charlie moaned.

The
nickname only egged him on. It felt so amazingly intimate, though at
this point he had to admit he was mostly acting on instinct. He had
to touch the man everywhere, kiss him everywhere. Had to. Couldn't
stop himself. He didn't realize he had a goal until he found that
big, moist cock staring up at him. He licked his lips as he took it
in hand and lowered his mouth over it.

Charlie
let out a sharp cry of bliss. “Yes, oh fuck, Shay...” He
pressed a hand gently against the back of his lover's head (was it
really okay to consider Seamus his lover? No point thinking about
that now.), encouraging him to continue.

Seamus
was a bit disappointed when he wasn't immediately able to swallow the
entire thing. It was just too big. His gag reflex wasn't exactly used
to cocks the size of Charlie's and he had to use his hands to
pleasure the parts he couldn't reach. He bobbed a bit, then pulled
back and licked along the pulsing vein from balls to tip, which he
gave some extra attention, swiping his tongue along it and dipping it
marginally into the slit, his hands pleasuring Charlie everywhere his
tongue wasn't attending.

It
felt amazing. Seamus devoured his cock as if it were candy. Charlie
squeezed his eyes shut and opened his mouth to issue a warning that
was drowned out by a moan as his climax suddenly flooded out of him
in a hot rush.

Seamus
just managed to close his eyes before the hot seed pulsed out against
his face. It was too late to close his mouth around the tip and drink
it down, but he opened his mouth wide, inviting the hot milk to
splatter across his tongue.

He
sat back on his knees when Charlie finished expelling his fluids, and
licked his lips as he slowly opened his eyes. “Heh. When you
let go, you really let go, huh?” he teased. Charlie sure let a
lot more go than Percy ever had. Of course, his prick was a helluva a
lot bigger. 'Shite. Percy,' he
realized belatedly, but Charlie was already pulling him down into a
kiss that vanished all thought of boyfriends – prattish or
otherwise – from Seamus' mind.

“
's
because you're so damn perfect,” Charlie murmured, licking away
the seed that was dripping down Seamus' chin and nibbling at his ear.
“Such a perfect guy, and he's hot for me.
Of course I'll be a little...” He licked another long drag of
the seed from Seamus' face. “...over-zealous.”

Seamus
shuddered as Charlie lovingly licked him clean.

“Mmn.
Unfortunately, that perfect guy is still wearing entirely too much
clothing,” Charlie said at last as he started kissing Seamus
softly on the mouth again. Their tongues tangled, but in spite of
some very creative wiggling, Seamus eventually had to get up to rid
himself of his pants and shorts. He bit his lick as his entirely too
sensitive prick sprung free.

“Come
here,” Charlie murmured, kissing him adoringly again before
adjusting Seamus to straddle his face. “Use the headboard for
support,” he murmured.

Seamus
blushed and only barely rested his hands on the aged wood before his
cock was engulfed in wet heat as Charlie swallowed him whole, moaning
in delight around him. Seamus didn't think he would last long under
the onslaught, and just when he felt his balls tighten, a lubed
finger plunged into his arse. There was a strange chill that spread
through his arse as the finger plunged in, and as he realized just
what Charlie was lubing him up with, he cried out and came. Charlie
swallowed his release greedily, and continued to suck his spent
member as he fingered him. Seamus found tears of pleasure edging at
his eyes as the second finger slipped in – his body quivering
with exhaustion and need.

By
the time the third finger slipped easily into him, he was already
half-hard in Charlie's mouth again.

“feck,
Charlie...” he groaned. “Are you trying to suck me prick
off?”

Charlie
released it then and licked his lips. “Dunno. Maybe. Definitely
like swallowing it,” he teased, giving it a long lick and
watching it grow to nearly full attention. Near enough, anyway. He
slipped his fingers out of the Irishman's arse and lifted the half
empty jar of salve to Seamus with a very deliberate look. “You're
good with this stuff,” he smirked. “Do my cock?”

Seamus
let out a shaky breath as he took a dollop into his hands and slid
back, gliding the cooling salve all over Charlie's heavy erection.
The act made his own cock tighten the rest of the way to painful
fullness. Charlie hissed beneath him and Seamus chuckled when the
halo about the flesh glowed pure white. “Looks like this is
perfectly healthy,” he teased.

“Nngh.
Why don't you try it out and see?” he rasped. The cooling
potion seeping into his hot prick was enough to drive him mad, or so
he thought until Seamus began to lower his tight heat over it. He
gripped the young man's hips, lost in the mixture of opposites as
Seamus arched at feeling the coolness and heat wrap about his insides
as Charlie's beautiful cock spread him wide and deep. Memory dims
with time. In four months, he'd convinced himself that it was the
booze that made him think Charlie's cock could possibly open him up
so perfectly. He was wrong, it wasn't the booze. Charlie Weasley's
cock really was
that
good inside of him. “feck...” Seamus hissed, arching as
he fully seated himself, greased palms spreading across Charlie's
pleasantly podgy belly. He bit his bottom lip and began to ride the
older man's girth.

It
wasn't long before they were groaning and slapping together, mad with
need for one another.

“Bollocks,
Shay...you feel so good,” Charlie rasped as he bucked up
beneath the beautiful Irishman.

“Charlie.
Gad!
Your
cock is fecking huge...”

“You
like 'em huge,” Charlie rasped in return.

“Love
it. Fecking love it. Love your goddamn fat fecking cock up in my
arse...and your fecking tongue, and your gorgeous fecking
body...fecking goddamn arse-pounding Adonis...aaahn...

“Love
your bloody accent,” Charlie returned. “And your
beautiful eyes, and your fucking obscene vocabulary...” He
thrust up hard and repeatedly into Seamus' prostate as they groaned
and cussed about all the sexist parts of one another's bodies.
“You're tight fucking arse, sucking me in, like it's begging to
be filled with my cum.”

“Nngh.
Yeah...aahh, begging, begging for a huge fecking load of your
delicious cum...”

Charlie
panted. His balls felt so full, twitching with the need to release.
“Aaah. Fuck. Don't worry, Shay, it's gonna be a hell of a
load...” He ground as hard as he could up into his lover's
prostate. So close. “Love you,” he rasped. “Fucking
adore all of you...”

“...shite,
Charlie. Gonna... fecking...come...all over...you...”

“Do
it,” Charlie answered eagerly. “Bollocks, Shay, shoot
your load all over my body...I'm...ah...gonna fill you to the fucking
brim.”

Seamus
groaned and wrapped his fingers around his own prick. It only took
two firm strokes before he was crying Charlie's name loudly, seed
splattering all over the older man's recently showered torso as the
older man flooded his hole until it overflowed. Seamus collapsed
against Charlie's side, aware that he'd never had an orgasm that
intense before. After a few moments he realized Percy would never be
able to do this for him, and then the guilt that he'd just cheated on
Percy (with his brother!) again
consumed
him and he buried his face into Charlie's shoulder, unable to keep
himself from crying over the important part of his life he felt like
he was throwing away, and for what? A good shag?

Charlie
caressed his cheek and let him cry it out. He absolutely couldn't
lose this beautiful man. If he had to cry on his shoulder once in a
while until he got up the guts to break off a long and apparently
seriously complicated relationship, then Charlie decided he wouldn't
push too hard.

“Love
you,” he whispered. He knew it was so soon that Seamus wouldn't
believe him, but he still thought he should say it, that Seamus
should hear it.

“...Charlie...”
Seamus started to pull away but the strong arm pulled him back down
against him and kissed his temple.

“You
don't have to answer,” Charlie said gently. “But I have
to say it. I love you. Cuss at me as much as you have to. Cry on my
shoulder as often as you need to. I'm here for you, Seamus. Has he
ever been?”

Seamus
buried his face as he thought back over the past eight years –
all the times Percy came to his doorstep, all the times he was absent
when Seamus had needed a shoulder the most. “No,” he
admitted out loud.

“But...he
needs the support more than I do.”

Charlie
sighed in exasperation but didn't answer. It sounded more like Seamus
was talking about a damaged child than a lover, but he didn't say so.
His body lusted for Seamus, his heart ached for him, and he didn't
know which feeling was more important. What he did know was that now
wasn't the time to pick a fight...and that he'd lied to Seamus about
the severity of his injury.

'”Bloody
hell, my back is killing me.'

TO
BE CONTINUED...
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