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Fics: Charlieficathon Birthday Fest - Charlie/Harry
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charlieficathon, so here they are. They work together as a three-parter or individually.
Title: One Last Time
Pairing: Charlie/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~500
Warnings: Infidelity, anal sex
Prompt: "Day of Harry's wedding. One last time together" by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rzzmg
Charlie woke up. The joy of the warm body next to him was quickly suffocated by the knowledge that this was the last time that he would wake up and see Harry’s face.
He checked the time before rolling back over to study Harry. He was at war with himself; the moral thing to do would be to wake Harry up, tell him the time and let him make his own decision. The problem was, Charlie knew what choice Harry would make—the wrong one.
Still undecided, Charlie shuffled over and pressed his lips to Harry’s.
Harry stirred, giving a sleepy groan. “Mm, Charlie…” Charlie smiled as he felt Harry’s cock quickly grow against his thigh. Harry pulled away, sounding suddenly very alert and aware. “Shit, what’s the time?”
Charlie leaned in to kiss him again. “It’s early, relax,” he lied. Harry leaned into the kiss with a satisfied sigh. “Want you, Harry.” Charlie muttered gruffly. Harry canted his hips in silent permission, but Charlie shook his head. “Will you fuck me?” he whispered against Harry’s lips.
Harry worried his bottom lip. “Why?” he asked shrewdly.
Because if you know what it’s like to have me, maybe you won’t go back to her. “Because we haven’t done it before, and it’s our last chance.”
“Okay,” Harry answered at last, tugging him down into another kiss before rolling on top of Charlie. “Should I use the spell?” They didn’t often use it; Charlie preferred the intimacy of foreplay, but they didn’t have that much time. He nodded.
Charlie let out a soft sigh as Harry’s wandless and wordless spell relaxed and stretched him. Charlie brought his knees up and watched attentively as Harry pushed smoothly inside him.
“Fuck, so tight,” Harry groaned, setting a quick pace. He leaned forward to kiss Charlie, but his glasses slid off and clattered onto Charlie’s chest. They both chuckled and Charlie picked them up, leaning to place them on the bedside table.
“No,” Harry said, reaching for his glasses and putting them back on with a sticking charm, “Want to see you.” His eyes followed his fingers as he traced the Chinese Fireball tattoo around Charlie’s left nipple.
Harry slid his hand between them and around Charlie’s cock, speeding up his thrusts and pumping him in time. Charlie raised his head up awkwardly, just managing to catch Harry’s bottom lip between his.
“Stay,” he whispered.
Harry’s hips stuttered, his hand tightened around Charlie’s cock and they both came, sweaty and content. They didn’t lay there for long before Harry had cast a cleaning charm and started to gather himself.
“What’s the time?”
“About eleven,” Charlie answered reluctantly.
“Shit!” Harry exclaimed, jumping up and pulling open drawers. “Ron will be here any minute.” He stopped rushing, smirking as he realised Charlie's game. “Nice try, but I put the wards up. He can’t get in until I let him in.”
Charlie shrugged with a smile, “Worth a try.” He moved over to Harry, cupping his cheek softly. “Stay.”
Harry put his hand over Charlie’s, holding it to his cheek briefly before turning and placing a soft kiss into his palm. He shook his head sadly.
“I’m sorry.”
Title: All That He Wants
Pairing: Charlie/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~500
Warnings: Infidelity, anal sex
Prompt: "Charlie knows what Harry needs, and he knows Ginny's not giving it to him." bygracerene
When Harry showed up at Charlie’s door with a bottle of firewhisky, he was surprised that Charlie went along with the charade. Six months had passed since he had made Charlie watch his lover and his sister exchange vows, but Charlie let him in. Harry perched on the sofa and accepted the drink. They sat, and drank, and talked about work and the weather. To an outsider, Harry was sure it would seem perfectly relaxed and normal. He knew Charlie too well. He noticed how tense Charlie was, the way his smile never reached his eyes, the defensive way he folded his arms and avoided looking directly at Harry, besides the occasional glance. The elephant was in the room, but they didn’t need to talk about it. The fact that Harry was there said enough—she couldn’t give him what he needed.
“What do you want, Harry?” Charlie finally asked. Harry didn’t answer—he knew he didn’t need to. Charlie always knew what Harry wanted, he had it down to a fine art. Harry stood and approached the armchair, straddling Charlie’s lap. He shifted forward and let out a relieved sigh when he felt Charlie’s cock hardening beneath him. Charlie pulled Harry to him roughly, kissing him hard, hands already venturing under his shirt. Harry got rid of their clothes with a flick of his wand and Charlie’s hands instantly moved to Harry’s arse.
Harry carded his fingers through Charlie’s hair, longer than last time, tugging on it just the way Charlie liked. He pressed his chest to Charlie’s, enjoying the forgotten sensation of chest hair scratching lightly against his stomach.
“Can I?” Harry asked, rocking his hips between Charlie’s cock in front of him and his hands behind him. Harry really couldn’t say how often he had asked to cast the spell. He knew Charlie preferred to stretch him by hand but it had been so long; he wanted to feel Charlie inside him.
“No,” Charlie growled, “My way or not at all.” Harry moaned as he kissed him again, he loved the way Charlie took control. All of Harry’s worries melted away when he was in Charlie’s strong arms. With everyone else in his life, Harry felt he always had to be the strong one, the brave one. With Charlie, he could just be Harry.
When Charlie had stretched him, Harry lifted up to allow Charlie to position himself, but Charlie shook his head.
“Not like this, I know what you need tonight.” His voice was low, it sent shivers of anticipation down Harry’s spine. Charlie ushered him off of his lap and moved him next to the chair, leaning Harry over the arm with his arse in the air. Charlie pushed in with one thrust and held Harry’s hips tightly as he fucked him hard and deep. Harry let himself moan unchecked as the sounds of flesh hitting flesh filled the room.
Charlie always knew what Harry needed.
Title: Finally
Pairing: Charlie/Harry
Rating: R
Length: 500 exactly
Warnings: language, dirty talk, implied praise!kink, a bit of D/s
A/N: A follow-up based on the same prompt as above.
When Charlie opened the door, he had to fight his initial instinct to usher Harry into the warm. Instead, he folded his arms against the cold, keeping the door from blowing completely open with his foot. He eyed the large suitcase before frowning down at Harry; glasses speckled with water, hair plastered to his forehead as he waited on his knees on Charlie’s doorstep, pulling his soaked cloak tightly about him. The rain continued to lash down behind him.
“I’m an idiot.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Charlie said, not unkindly.
“A soon-to-be-divorced idiot,” Harry elaborated, as he fished in his cloak pocket and handed Charlie a parchment. Charlie’s eyes darted to the bottom, his surprise increasing when he read that it was Harry who was filing for divorce.
“So why are you here?” he said gruffly, “What do you want from me?”
“Nothing,” Harry answered immediately. “I could have gone to Ron and Hermione’s, or The Burrow, or Andromeda’s, but I wanted to be here. I’m here to give you everything. Everything I should have given you all along. If—if you still want me.”
He waved Harry inside, grabbing the case and dragging it in behind him. Harry just stood limply in the hall, dripping onto the carpet. Charlie ushered him into the front room, in front of the fire, and started to peel off Harry’s soggy layers. When Harry was down to his t-shirt and trousers, Charlie gently removed his glasses then his t-shirt, wiping the spectacles with the hem of his own shirt before returning them to Harry’s nose. Due to Harry’s long cloak, his trousers had mostly stayed dry. Charlie paused.
Harry stood, chin in the air, arms held out to the side in a defenceless position. “Take what you want, Charlie. I’m yours.”
Charlie felt raw desire wash over him. He grabbed Harry roughly, one hand on his arse and one tangled in his wet hair. They held each other’s gaze for a moment, panting hot breaths against each other, before Charlie leant in and kissed him. He put every ounce of passion he’d been holding back since the wedding into it and Harry soon groaned into the kiss, rubbing up against him. Three months of desperate, hurried fucking followed by Harry insisting it can’t and won’t happen again had taken their toll on Charlie’s patience. Tonight had to be different. Tonight, he would take things slow, to give Harry what he’d always needed but never had the time for; to be mindless, to give himself over to another. To Charlie.
Harry’s grinding was getting desperate. Charlie leant back, firmly grabbing Harry’s chin between his thumb and index finger when he tried to chase the kiss. “Oh no, you don’t,” Charlie admonished, “I’m taking what I want. I suppose I might fuck you later. Maybe I’ll even let you come, but only if you’re a good boy for me.” Harry’s eyes fluttered closed as an excited shiver ran through him. “On your knees.”
Also, I received myrs_small_gifts fic from secretlypadfoot who took my prompt of 'misuse to Christmas decorations' to amazing places =D You should all go read it. *nods*
Title: Seasons Teasings
Author:secretlypadfoot
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
charlieficathon, so here they are. They work together as a three-parter or individually.Title: One Last Time
Pairing: Charlie/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~500
Warnings: Infidelity, anal sex
Prompt: "Day of Harry's wedding. One last time together" by
rzzmgCharlie woke up. The joy of the warm body next to him was quickly suffocated by the knowledge that this was the last time that he would wake up and see Harry’s face.
He checked the time before rolling back over to study Harry. He was at war with himself; the moral thing to do would be to wake Harry up, tell him the time and let him make his own decision. The problem was, Charlie knew what choice Harry would make—the wrong one.
Still undecided, Charlie shuffled over and pressed his lips to Harry’s.
Harry stirred, giving a sleepy groan. “Mm, Charlie…” Charlie smiled as he felt Harry’s cock quickly grow against his thigh. Harry pulled away, sounding suddenly very alert and aware. “Shit, what’s the time?”
Charlie leaned in to kiss him again. “It’s early, relax,” he lied. Harry leaned into the kiss with a satisfied sigh. “Want you, Harry.” Charlie muttered gruffly. Harry canted his hips in silent permission, but Charlie shook his head. “Will you fuck me?” he whispered against Harry’s lips.
Harry worried his bottom lip. “Why?” he asked shrewdly.
Because if you know what it’s like to have me, maybe you won’t go back to her. “Because we haven’t done it before, and it’s our last chance.”
“Okay,” Harry answered at last, tugging him down into another kiss before rolling on top of Charlie. “Should I use the spell?” They didn’t often use it; Charlie preferred the intimacy of foreplay, but they didn’t have that much time. He nodded.
Charlie let out a soft sigh as Harry’s wandless and wordless spell relaxed and stretched him. Charlie brought his knees up and watched attentively as Harry pushed smoothly inside him.
“Fuck, so tight,” Harry groaned, setting a quick pace. He leaned forward to kiss Charlie, but his glasses slid off and clattered onto Charlie’s chest. They both chuckled and Charlie picked them up, leaning to place them on the bedside table.
“No,” Harry said, reaching for his glasses and putting them back on with a sticking charm, “Want to see you.” His eyes followed his fingers as he traced the Chinese Fireball tattoo around Charlie’s left nipple.
Harry slid his hand between them and around Charlie’s cock, speeding up his thrusts and pumping him in time. Charlie raised his head up awkwardly, just managing to catch Harry’s bottom lip between his.
“Stay,” he whispered.
Harry’s hips stuttered, his hand tightened around Charlie’s cock and they both came, sweaty and content. They didn’t lay there for long before Harry had cast a cleaning charm and started to gather himself.
“What’s the time?”
“About eleven,” Charlie answered reluctantly.
“Shit!” Harry exclaimed, jumping up and pulling open drawers. “Ron will be here any minute.” He stopped rushing, smirking as he realised Charlie's game. “Nice try, but I put the wards up. He can’t get in until I let him in.”
Charlie shrugged with a smile, “Worth a try.” He moved over to Harry, cupping his cheek softly. “Stay.”
Harry put his hand over Charlie’s, holding it to his cheek briefly before turning and placing a soft kiss into his palm. He shook his head sadly.
“I’m sorry.”
Title: All That He Wants
Pairing: Charlie/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~500
Warnings: Infidelity, anal sex
Prompt: "Charlie knows what Harry needs, and he knows Ginny's not giving it to him." by
gracereneWhen Harry showed up at Charlie’s door with a bottle of firewhisky, he was surprised that Charlie went along with the charade. Six months had passed since he had made Charlie watch his lover and his sister exchange vows, but Charlie let him in. Harry perched on the sofa and accepted the drink. They sat, and drank, and talked about work and the weather. To an outsider, Harry was sure it would seem perfectly relaxed and normal. He knew Charlie too well. He noticed how tense Charlie was, the way his smile never reached his eyes, the defensive way he folded his arms and avoided looking directly at Harry, besides the occasional glance. The elephant was in the room, but they didn’t need to talk about it. The fact that Harry was there said enough—she couldn’t give him what he needed.
“What do you want, Harry?” Charlie finally asked. Harry didn’t answer—he knew he didn’t need to. Charlie always knew what Harry wanted, he had it down to a fine art. Harry stood and approached the armchair, straddling Charlie’s lap. He shifted forward and let out a relieved sigh when he felt Charlie’s cock hardening beneath him. Charlie pulled Harry to him roughly, kissing him hard, hands already venturing under his shirt. Harry got rid of their clothes with a flick of his wand and Charlie’s hands instantly moved to Harry’s arse.
Harry carded his fingers through Charlie’s hair, longer than last time, tugging on it just the way Charlie liked. He pressed his chest to Charlie’s, enjoying the forgotten sensation of chest hair scratching lightly against his stomach.
“Can I?” Harry asked, rocking his hips between Charlie’s cock in front of him and his hands behind him. Harry really couldn’t say how often he had asked to cast the spell. He knew Charlie preferred to stretch him by hand but it had been so long; he wanted to feel Charlie inside him.
“No,” Charlie growled, “My way or not at all.” Harry moaned as he kissed him again, he loved the way Charlie took control. All of Harry’s worries melted away when he was in Charlie’s strong arms. With everyone else in his life, Harry felt he always had to be the strong one, the brave one. With Charlie, he could just be Harry.
When Charlie had stretched him, Harry lifted up to allow Charlie to position himself, but Charlie shook his head.
“Not like this, I know what you need tonight.” His voice was low, it sent shivers of anticipation down Harry’s spine. Charlie ushered him off of his lap and moved him next to the chair, leaning Harry over the arm with his arse in the air. Charlie pushed in with one thrust and held Harry’s hips tightly as he fucked him hard and deep. Harry let himself moan unchecked as the sounds of flesh hitting flesh filled the room.
Charlie always knew what Harry needed.
Title: Finally
Pairing: Charlie/Harry
Rating: R
Length: 500 exactly
Warnings: language, dirty talk, implied praise!kink, a bit of D/s
A/N: A follow-up based on the same prompt as above.
When Charlie opened the door, he had to fight his initial instinct to usher Harry into the warm. Instead, he folded his arms against the cold, keeping the door from blowing completely open with his foot. He eyed the large suitcase before frowning down at Harry; glasses speckled with water, hair plastered to his forehead as he waited on his knees on Charlie’s doorstep, pulling his soaked cloak tightly about him. The rain continued to lash down behind him.
“I’m an idiot.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Charlie said, not unkindly.
“A soon-to-be-divorced idiot,” Harry elaborated, as he fished in his cloak pocket and handed Charlie a parchment. Charlie’s eyes darted to the bottom, his surprise increasing when he read that it was Harry who was filing for divorce.
“So why are you here?” he said gruffly, “What do you want from me?”
“Nothing,” Harry answered immediately. “I could have gone to Ron and Hermione’s, or The Burrow, or Andromeda’s, but I wanted to be here. I’m here to give you everything. Everything I should have given you all along. If—if you still want me.”
He waved Harry inside, grabbing the case and dragging it in behind him. Harry just stood limply in the hall, dripping onto the carpet. Charlie ushered him into the front room, in front of the fire, and started to peel off Harry’s soggy layers. When Harry was down to his t-shirt and trousers, Charlie gently removed his glasses then his t-shirt, wiping the spectacles with the hem of his own shirt before returning them to Harry’s nose. Due to Harry’s long cloak, his trousers had mostly stayed dry. Charlie paused.
Harry stood, chin in the air, arms held out to the side in a defenceless position. “Take what you want, Charlie. I’m yours.”
Charlie felt raw desire wash over him. He grabbed Harry roughly, one hand on his arse and one tangled in his wet hair. They held each other’s gaze for a moment, panting hot breaths against each other, before Charlie leant in and kissed him. He put every ounce of passion he’d been holding back since the wedding into it and Harry soon groaned into the kiss, rubbing up against him. Three months of desperate, hurried fucking followed by Harry insisting it can’t and won’t happen again had taken their toll on Charlie’s patience. Tonight had to be different. Tonight, he would take things slow, to give Harry what he’d always needed but never had the time for; to be mindless, to give himself over to another. To Charlie.
Harry’s grinding was getting desperate. Charlie leant back, firmly grabbing Harry’s chin between his thumb and index finger when he tried to chase the kiss. “Oh no, you don’t,” Charlie admonished, “I’m taking what I want. I suppose I might fuck you later. Maybe I’ll even let you come, but only if you’re a good boy for me.” Harry’s eyes fluttered closed as an excited shiver ran through him. “On your knees.”
Also, I received my
rs_small_gifts fic from secretlypadfoot who took my prompt of 'misuse to Christmas decorations' to amazing places =D You should all go read it. *nods*Title: Seasons Teasings
Author:
secretlypadfootPairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17