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Brotherly Love	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with Harry Potter, I make no profit from the writing of this story.

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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Charlie truly couldn’t believe how beautiful Ron had become. Just last year he’d been tall, lanky, and cute, still enough to intrigue his older brother, but nothing like he was this summer. Having cleared most of the gnomes himself, he’d sat down in the shade to enjoy a glass of lemonade and watch Ron dispatch the rest of the worrisome critters.

He’d only been admiring Ron in an abstract manner when the younger boy, frustrated with the gnomes’ antics and apparently hot, had jerked off his shirt, set his jaw, and started in with renewed vigor. Charlie was suddenly very grateful to the gnomes for making the task so difficult today.

He found himself entranced with the play of muscles across Ron’s back as he ran, dipped, and wove through the garden to catch the little buggers. The way Ron’s whole body transformed from child to man as he heaved each one over the fence had Charlie adjusting himself time and time again.

Ron was absolutely glowing, beat red and sweaty from exertion. He was jealous of each bead of sweat that ran down the middle of Ron’s back and dropped between the dimples above his ass to that still unexplored territory. He was slightly appalled at his own desire to help Ron cool off. He could just imagine stripping his little brother naked under the shade of the weeping willow where he was sitting. He could clearly see himself gently blowing on his brother’s body head to toe and had no trouble remembering the way Ron whimpered under his ministrations.

After Ron was sufficiently cooled, then he’d work on creating a new fire. In his mind, Ron was naked on his back, feet planted firmly on the ground, knees up and spread, his cock standing at attention and silently begging, his furry, heavy balls almost hiding the pucker of his asshole. Ron’s eyes would be locked with his, hands behind his head, a gentle smile pulling those luscious lips up, a look on his face that dared his older brother to do everything he’d ever wanted and more. His daydream was snatched away by the real-life counterpart of it’s focus.

“What’s got you so enthralled?”

He couldn’t hide the lust in his eyes or voice when he answered, “You.”

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Ron was a little disappointed that Charlie managed to get rid of so many of the gnomes so easily. Sure, he wanted Charlie to fuck him into oblivion, but they were still brothers and he was very competitive. He also had to consider the fact that Charlie hadn’t even worked up enough of a sweat to have to take his shirt off. So, all in all the de-gnoming was starting to feel like work rather than the foreplay that washing the dishes had inspired.

By the time Charlie left him to finish and disappeared into the cool house to find something to drink, Ron was mad. He was mad at the bloody aggravating gnomes, mad at his mum for demanding his help with this stupid job, even mad at Charlie for making it look so damn easy. Unfortunately what they say about red heads is quite true, and his temper was getting the best of him, which caused his face and body to flare bright red and heat to spread through him. So, he tore his shirt off and set his mind on getting rid of those nasty little pests, immediately.

He ducked, bobbed, and ran through the garden. He grabbed every stupid little gnome that crossed his path and chucked them with unnecessary force into the field past the fence. The whole time he was cursing his mom and Hermione under his breath. What happened to the good ole days when you could poison the blasted things and be done with it? Hermione had happened. She’d come in with scrolls of charts, well intentioned speeches and tears. His mum caved, and now they were to humanely clear the garden weekly. Never mind that the nasty, stupid, pesky, mean, fast, little buggers just kept coming back and breeding, they had to play nice.

As the last gnome sailed away, Ron took a deep, calming breath and turned to grab his t-shirt. Said shirt was still sopping wet and he knew he wasn’t likely to get it back on without looking like a first-class idiot. He shrugged and threw it over his shoulders and almost stumbled over solid ground when his eyes met Charlie’s under the weeping willow. He hadn’t realized his brother had come back out. But what really caught his attention and caused his breathing to stutter was the way Charlie was looking at him.

I’m going to eat you alive and we’re both going to enjoy every minute of it.

He wanted to say ‘Show me. Show me exactly what you’re thinking and don’t leave out even the slightest detail’

Instead he kept it light, or as light as he could under that heavy stare.

“What’s got you so enthralled?”

“You,” Charlie’s voice was so husky, so tight with pent up desire, and so damned sexy that Ron’s knees almost buckled.

Before Ron could say exactly what he’d wanted to only seconds ago, the moment was interrupted by Fred and George coming out from the shed.

“Hey, Charlie-poo, Ronnekins, wanna go for a dip in the pond?” In sync as if they’d rehearsed the line, they said it at the same time. It still amazed him how they did that as often as they did and how they seemed to take it completely in stride, unfazed by their eerie ability to read the other’s thoughts.

“Nah, I need a shower,” Trying to hide his disappointment over having his time alone with Charlie encroached upon, he smiled at Fred and George and started toward the back door.

“Suit yourself, little brother…”

“The water is perfect for a swim…”

“How bout you, Charlie…”

“Care to join us…”

Ron had to reign in the whoop of joy and happy dance he wanted to do when he heard Charlie turn the twins down, saying he was tired and really just wanted a nap.

He thought about waiting on the other side of the door and catching Charlie as he came in. He wanted to make Charlie relive every moment of the fantasy that had been playing out while he was fighting with the garden gnomes. He decided against it. He really did need a shower, he’d feel much more comfortable trying to seduce hid older brother if he wasn’t quite so stinky.

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Charlie turned the twins down, but stayed outside long enough to ensure they did actually go down to the pond before getting up to go find Ron. They were playing a dangerous game. It really wasn’t even safe for them to have nightly trysts in this house, much less unseemly moments during the day, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Once he was back in Romania, he knew he’d miss seeing Ron daily, but they’d really have more freedom. He could see about inviting Ron to visit some on the weekends. Then they’d have his whole house to themselves and wouldn’t have to worry about getting caught. He could see them sharing kisses in front of his fireplace, caresses while fixing dinner together, showering together, slipping into his bed at night, naked and hungry for each other, making love all night.

He stopped suddenly in the living room and collapsed on the couch. Had he really just been thinking about this continuing past the summer? Had he honestly just filled the void of the unidentified boyfriend he’d always pictured by his side with Ron? Oh shit, he really was in deep. Yes, he’d had those thoughts, he was still having them, and he didn’t want to stop. He took a fortifying breath and got up, intending to join Ron in the shower and give him a million physical reasons not to be disturbed when he asked him to visit throughout the school year.
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