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Brotherly Love	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Brotherly Love
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-Epilogue
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Ron was soaring high the rest of the day. Not only was Charlie not leaving, they made plans to “talk” tonight. Ron didn’t really figure they had much to talk about. As far as he was concerned they worked everything out during his impromptu blowjob, which he had thoroughly enjoyed.

He’d been nervous when he dropped to his knees in front of his brother. It only got worse when he saw that huge cock clearly for the first time, but he wanted it. He allowed himself only a few seconds of sweet anticipation before swallowing Charlie completely. He’d gagged a little at the intrusion, but even that had been fantastic. His mouth had been so full and the feel of that spongy head hitting the back of his throat then going even deeper was positively delicious.

He loved the way Charlie’s body started to spasm under his assault. He’d felt so bloody powerful when Charlie started moaning and whimpering his encouragement. He was still a little surprised at how forcefully his brother had released down his throat and how eagerly he’d lapped up every last drop.

When it was over Ron hadn’t said a word. He’d merely stood, looked Charlie right in the eye and then left the room. Of course he’d only made it as far as the bathroom where he’d made quick work of his own erection. He had considered going back and begging Charlie with actual words not to leave, but decided against it. If what he’d done hadn’t been convincing enough, he knew his propensity for diarrhea of the mouth wouldn’t do it. He would just have to trust his brother to make the right decision, or the wrong one as the case may very well be.

He’d gone back downstairs to finish his cooling breakfast and as he’d been taking his last few bites, Charlie had come in to announce that he’d be staying after all. Apparently he wasn’t needed in Romania as bad as he’d first thought. Ron had tried to hide his wicked grin behind his glass of orange juice, but the way Charlie looked at him as he sat down across the table told him he’d failed.

He’d started clearing the table and glancing in his brother’s direction more often than was strictly necessary when their mum poked her head in to thank him and let him know the garden needed to be de-gnomed again.

“Ah mum, I did it last week, can’t Ginny or the Twins do it?”

“Ronald Weasley, do not argue with me. Ginny and I are going to Diagon Alley for the day and your brothers are cleaning out the shed. So, that leaves you and Charlie to tend the garden,” She had her no nonsense face on and was standing with her legs slightly apart and hands on her hips. Her stance screamed motherly authority and as bad as he hated to admit it, he knew that complaining would do no good. However, hadn’t she said Charlie would be helping?

As if on cue Charlie spoke up, “No problem mum, Ronnie and I will get right on it, soon as I’m finished eating.”

A wiry grin spread out across his brother’s face and caused Ron’s heart to beat wildly in the confines of his chest, “As a matter of fact, why don’t you and Ginny get an early start on your shopping? Ron and I can finish clearing the table and washing the dishes for you. A fantastic breakfast like this deserves some form of return payment, right Ronnie?”

Ron’s breath caught, and he was positive Charlie wasn’t only referring to the now completely cold breakfast, so he answered the only way he could.

“Absolutely.”

A few minutes later he found himself side by side with Charlie at the kitchen sink. Why they weren’t using magic to wash the dishes, he wasn’t quite sure, but he wasn’t complaining either. Charlie’s sleeves were pushed up past his elbows and his forearms were dripping water and suds every time he handed Ron a dish. Ron was positively riveted. He was dazed by the way Charlie’s muscles rippled with every single movement. He kept wondering if that was how they’d look gripping his hips from behind and pulling him roughly back against the Godlike body of their owner. It was thoughts like that which kept him in a constant state of hardened torture. At least he had the sink to hide his current situation, he had no clue how he’d manage out in the garden.

Charlie still hadn’t really said anything to him since their mum and sister had left. Oh, there’d been looks aplenty, everyone indicating that Charlie wasn’t quite through with him, but no words. At least not until Charlie was passing him the last dish.

Ron had just taken the plate and was running it under the cool water when he felt his older brother’s had on his lower back. He damn near dropped the plate, and he couldn’t stop the moan that rolled off his tongue. His eyes closed involuntarily as Charlie took the plate from him and sat it on the counter.

Charlie’s movements were slow and deliberate as he turned off the water and positioned himself against Ron’s back, a hand on each hip and lips against the shell of Ron’s ear. Their bodies weren’t quite touching, but Ron could feel the heat of his brother’s body and craved contact. When Charlie spoke, he breathed each word directly into Ron’s ear, and Ron found himself torn between pressing forward to get some kind of friction on his aching hard-on and pressing back to feel the one he was sure Charlie was sporting.

“Ronnie, do you know what you did to me this morning? I was ready to leave. I was trying to get out of here while you were still the naïve little brother and I was still at least partially innocent.”

Charlie chuckled slightly and Ron shivered at the vibrations that he just barely felt and the little huffs of air that ghosted across his ear and neck.

“You ripped that lie all to shreds the second you wrapped your lips around me. You aren’t really my baby brother anymore, and I was never all that innocent,” Charlie’s right hand slid from Ron’s hip to the bulge straining to break free of his jeans. Ron growled.

“Fuck, Charlie,” He’d meant it to sound like a reprimand, but it came out a plea, and maybe that was more honest anyway.

“Shhh, not right now, Ron, but soon. I owe you, and I always pay my debts,” Thankfully Charlie stopped the slow grind his palm had started on Ron’s cock, he couldn’t find it in himself to be ok with coming in his jeans in front of his worldly older brother.

Charlie turned Ron around so that his back was to the sink and returned his hands to their original spots on his hips. Ron’s hands rose of their own accord and wrapped themselves around Charlie’s neck. He knew he should be worried about getting caught, but Charlie didn’t seemed to be bothered and the knowledge that he’d follow his big brother to hell and back wasn’t new to him.

Completely serious now, Charlie rested his forehead against Ron’s and looked him straight in the eyes, “We need to talk, Ronald. I’m not walking away from this, but there are some things we need to discuss, a few things I need to know. Come to my room tonight? Just to talk.”

Ron felt even more bold in the face of his brother’s obvious desire. He tilted his head up and brought their lips together. He was rewarded with a sexy little groan from his brother and a hand snaking it’s way into his hair to tilt his head back even farther. For what could have been a few seconds or several hours, Charlie plundered Ron’s mouth, leaving Ron absolutely breathless when he pulled back.

Ron took just a moment to collect himself, and nip at Charlie’s bottom lip several times before answering the question, “I’ll come to your room tonight, I’ll even talk, but I don’t want to just talk…”
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