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Fic: Home Sick (Charlie/Bill), NC-17
Title: Home Sick
Pairing(s): Charlie/Bill
Word Count: 2,774
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Home is such a loaded word for Charlie Weasley.
Warnings: Incest, a bit of angst, outdoor!sex, mentions of cross gen (OMC) sex, dirty talk and other naughty things that come with porn and the pairing.
A/N: This is set during Goblet of Fire. I had such an open field with this assignment and I appreciate it. I do hope that it is enjoyed because I enjoyed writing it. WEASLEYCEST FOR THE WIN. Thank you to my fabulous and ever loving beta, S, without whom Id be a grumpy ass bitch. And M for the constant note to get my shit together. I do hope that you enjoy,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilmisblack.
"Thought you said you were never coming back to dreary ol' England?"
Charlie squinted into the afternoon sun. He didn't need to see the shape of the shadow to know who the speaker was- he'd know that voice anywhere.
"Well brother, you know me, never one to keep my promises."
Bill laughed as his shadow slipped out of the sun and he settled next to Charlie on the grass. Charlie smiled, but kept his face to the sun as his brother pressed next to him, their skin warm where they were touching. Charlie blinked into the light and tried to ignore the nervousness in his stomach. Instead he breathed deeply and enjoyed the fact that he had nothing better to do for the rest of the day but to enjoy the garden. He might even de-gnome it for his mum if he felt particularly energetic. Bill might even help him. Right.
"I see you've already been lectured by Mum then, if you're already going on about all your broken promises," Bill said, his arm nudging Charlie as he spoke.
"Reckon you're referring to the desperate plea for me to stop shaggin' blokes and marry a nice girl, settle down and start giving her some proper grandchildren?"
"Ooh, she must be desperate if any girl will do now."
Charlie laughed. "I know. It used to be a nice English girl. Now, I imagine even a French tart would make Mum happy."
They both chuckled and lapsed into silence. There was a gentle breeze moving through the garden and Charlie took a deep breath of lavender scented air. England wasn't home, nor were the old friends Charlie had there. But the Burrow, no matter how oppressive Charlie had found it after Hogwarts, was still home.
"Didn't expect you around 'til the Cup," Bill said.
"Me too. But with the Tri-Wizard tournament coming up-" Bill cut him off by abruptly turning and leaning over Charlie, blocking the sun and letting fly-aways from his ponytail hang in Charlie's face. Charlie bit his lip and tried not to shift about.
"Wait just a minute! I thought the Tri-Wizard job was something for your minions; a pesky job to keep the Ministry happy and would be passed on to some lower level keeper."
"Did I say that?"
"Yes, you said so when I Floo'd you last month. Mind explainin' why someone who is next in line for senior keeper after Jens retires is doing bitch work?"
Charlie cringed.
"Charlie," Bill warned, and Charlie could feel his gaze even though he couldn't see it in the darkness of the shadow.
"Fine," he replied. "I might have gotten into a spot of trouble."
"What kind of trouble?"
Charlie snorted. The tone of Bill's voice gave away the knowledge that Bill already fancied himself a guess at the source of Charlie's problems. And who was surprised? Everyone who was anyone knew that Charlie Weasley had really, really terrible luck and that that bad luck almost always had to do with cock- his own or other wise. It didn't stop Charlie from feeling a tinge of embarrassment, but it he was pretty sure it was for being called out, not for his behavior. The memories of his spot of bother were nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, he was quite fond of them. "I might have gotten mixed up with Jens' son."
Bill laughed and collapsed next to him, using a stray hand to smack Charlie in the forehead. Charlie feigned pain, but felt some of the tension sweep out of his body. For a moment, he was afraid of Bill's temper- notorious for rising when least expected.
"Jens' son, eh?"
"Yeah. Max," Charlie replied. He tried not to think about the lithe young man and exactly how they had been mixed up. Charlie also ignored the blush that threatened at the soft and thoughtful tone Bill's voice had turned towards.
"You always had trouble keeping your hands to yourself," Bill teased, his own hand flirting with Charlie's wrist and causing goose pimples to rise on Charlie's arms.
Charlie tried to match his brother's teasing tone, but he could feel his pulse speed up and heat ran down his spine and settled in his groin area, the memories of Max fresh in his mind and his brother's voice dancing lightly over his skin. "Not my fault that no one can resist my dashing good looks and impeccable charm."
There was a beat before Bill replied. "I never could."
Charlie tensed and closed his eyes. He had promised himself that this would never happen again. He'd drawn the line. Fuck, he moved away because this was more than something he wasn't allowed to want. This wasn't his boss' son. This was his brother, and Bill was much more than forbidden.
"Bill," he tried to warn sternly, but it came out breathy and hot.
"Gods, Charlie." Bill's voice was close, breathing hot against his ear. "Jens' lad can barely be seventeen."
"Last April," was all that Charlie could say because Bill's mouth was pressed against his neck, moving with every word. Charlie tried not to squirm away or lean into Bill's assault on his senses, but Bill's hand was scorching hot as it traced up and down his arm. He wasn't going to be able to resist for long. Bill was fit as fuck, and had always provoked something keenly different in Charlie. Goodness, the entire situation was beyond out of control, but it didn't stop Charlie's cock from hardening or his control from slipping with every stroke of his brother's hand and every whispered enticement.
"Fuck," Bill breathed, his teeth sharp against Charlie's strained neck. "I can just imagine the two of you, lean and hot together. Makes me hard, Charlie, just thinking about it."
Bill illustrated his point by pressing his clothed crotch into Charlie's side, who tried not to whimper at the warm hardness that greeted him. Bill licked Charlie's neck.
"Did you introduce him to the pleasures of cock?" Bill asked. "Like you did to me?"
Charlie groaned when Bill bit down on the tender flesh of his neck. His skin felt boiling hot and super sensitive to every move and stroke Bill made.
"Or maybe, you fucking size queen, was he big enough to fuck you? All young cock pounding into you."
Charlie unconsciously pumped his hips in response. Oh fuck, he was so hard at the words and of the vivid memory of Max's cock pressing wide and full into him after a particularly impressive blow job. It had been hot. Max was young and eager with an amazingly talented mouth and enough cock for Charlie to willingly bend over. They had been on round three when Jens' had interrupted, but Charlie was having a particularly hard time remembering everything about that moment with Bill pressed so tantalizingly close. Not to mention one of Bill's hands had gone astray from Charlie's arm and was now making short work of his trousers. Charlie couldn't help but moan, his head unconsciously turning to allow Bill better access to his throat.
"You did! Fuck, Charlie! It amazes me that with this," Bill whispered hotly when he grasped Charlie's cock firmly, making his hips buck at the exquisite pressure. "And you're still a bottom boy."
Bill's hand pushed underneath Charlie's pants and squeezed his bare cock and Charlie cursed loudly when Bill bit down hard on his clavicle. One of Charlie's arms was trapped by the weight of Bill's body that was slowly thrusting against him. His other hand found its way into Bill's hair, freeing it form its constraints and using the long, silky tresses to guide Bill's mouth. He had thought about stopping for about three seconds before Bill's thumb pressed into the slit of Charlie's leaking cock. Then he gave up, later he would rationalise that at least he thought about stopping, which should be given some credit given how attractive Bill was and how damn persistent the shit can be.
Bill's wicked mouth moved with open kisses and bruising teeth. But it was impossible to resist his mouth combined with the delicious slide of his hand along Charlie's leaking cock. Charlie's hips moved in time with his brother's hand until Bill's hand stopped, his fingers flexing tightly at the base, and Charlie's eyes snapped open. Bill was above him, straddling Charlie's strained thighs, hand trapped between them with his mouth tantalisingly close to Charlie's. Charlie swallowed and suppressed the urge to frantically hump his brother's hand.
Bill licked his lips.
"I want this," he said as he squeezed his rough fingers around Charlie's cock. "Inside me. Fucking me."
Charlie whimpered as Bill pressed closer, their lips touching.
"Now," Bill whispered, before he sealed their lips together and plunged his tongue into his brother's moaning mouth. Charlie's brain seemed to leave him. His only need was to rid his brother of clothes immediately. His cock ached for the tight, wet heat of Bill's arse, of the only pleasure Charlie ever denied himself. His hands hooked as he stripped Bill of his clothes, their freckled hands making short work of their clothes, pausing only to grope at exposed freckled skin. Charlie moaned as Bill nipped and fucked Charlie's mouth with his tongue as they thrust wildly against each other in the late afternoon sun.
Bill's skin felt cool and smooth underneath his own heated fingers as Charlie pressed and pawed at whatever he could get a hold of. Charlie pulled away, his hips arching into Bill's as Bill's nimble fingers pinched roughly at Charlie's exposed nipples. Bill's mouth pulled away from his brother's, a wicked smile spread across his face as he worked both nipples to stiff peaks, Charlie writhing beneath him.
The grass pressed and itched against Charlie's back and legs as he finally got rid of his trousers. His own hands pushed hastily at Bill's trousers until Bill chuckled and aided him. Charlie fumbled, trying to sit up and turn them over, but Bill only laughed and bit down sharply onto Charlie's nipple, making him gasp and moan loudly at the sweet suction of Bill's lips and the sloppy lap of his tongue.
"Fuck, Bill," Charlie hissed as Bill let go of the flushed peak and moved up until he was properly straddling Charlie's hips. Charlie moaned, grabbing Bill's hips as his cock pressed tightly against Bill's balls.
"You gorgeous fucking thing," Bill said. Charlie watched, mouth open at the sight as Bill curled his hand around his long, freckled cock that bobbed against his stomach. His skin seemed to gleam in the sun and Charlie's breath caught; Bill was the gorgeous one. His creamy skin was flawless in the sunlight, endless and flushed as his hand lowly worked his cock. Every muscle in his body seemed to strain and move in tandem with the pulse of his hips that inched Charlie's cock close to Bill's entrance. Charlie gave a frustrated growl as the head of his cock slid against Bill's entrance. He tried again to sit up, but Bill held him down with a firm hand to his chest. Charlie groaned loudly as his cock slid once more over the puckered hole and Bill stroked harder. His cock flushed and leaked on every down stroke of his hand and Charlie moaned to take the long cock into his mouth and taste his brother. Bill looked down at him and the light caught his long eyelashes as they splayed across his cheek. His smile was lazy.
"Now, now little brother," Bill said, his voice silky as he leaned down and wrapped his free hand around Charlie's neck and pressed their mouths together. When they broke apart, Charlie felt the tingle of magic between them and when his hips slid against Bill's entrance, it was slick with lube. Charlie cursed and his fingers pressed bruises into Bill's hips. He ached to be inside his brother and he was so close to overpowering him and just taking him. Soon, Bill's hand moved faster, his hips practically slamming into Charlie's as he worked his cock. He moaned and Charlie watched as Bill's head titled back to expose the long column of his throat.
"Bill," he breathed as his hands scrambled for purchase on the sweaty bones of his brother's hips.
Bill paused, licked his lips before he rose more up onto his keens and eased himself down onto his younger brother's cock. Charlie gasped, his hips snapping up and impaling Bill onto his cock in one fluid motion. They both groaned and stilled. Charlie's back bowed at the tight, all encompassing heat of his brother fluttering around his cock and breathed deeply. It only took a few moments for Bill to adjust, and it left Charlie with thoughts of Bill, preparing himself in the house earlier and knowing that he would get Charlie to fuck him- knowing his seduction would work even before he came out to Charlie. The image of Bill, long fingers pressed deep inside of him as he prepared himself for Charlie's cock was almost emblazoned into his eyelids as Bill slowly raised his hips and quickly sank back down onto his younger brother's cock.
"Oh fuck," Charlie moaned. Bill was so tight. So intensely tight. And Bill rode cock like he was a man possessed, his hands braced on his thighs to occasionally move to stroke his cock or pinch his nipples, his head thrown back in a moan as he worked Charlie's cock against his prostrate and the way his muscles strained with his veins throbbing at the surface of his flushed skin. Charlie couldn't help but clutch at Bill's hips as he established a brutal rhythm- sharp thrust down and a slow and torturous pull up, letting Charlie feel each and every inch of Bill.
It didn't take long until Charlie was growing impatient, his hips meeting Bill's prostrate with every thrust and disrupting Bill's carefully torturous rhythm. Charlie bent his legs, thrusting into Bill as his desire coiled at the base of his spine. His eyes roamed Bill's body as his hand curled around his older brother's cock, stroking the heated flesh fast and tight, trying to beat his own impending orgasm.
"Charlie," Bill moaned as his own hand joined Charlie's on his cock. Charlie watched their hands, almost identical to the general eye, but to Charlie there were glaring differences as they both pressed and pulled together over Bill's cock. Charlie moaned as Bill thrust frantically down on his cock as he sped up the movement of their hands, intertwining their fingers as they worked Bill's cock together until they were both gasping as Bill came. Charlie thrust harder and faster, pushing Bill through his orgasm.
"Fuck. Oh, oh gods! Charlie!" Bill sang as he came, his back arched as they both fucked him through his orgasm. Charlie felt the heat of Bill's come on his hand and watched as it splashed across his brother's chest and face. Charlie's own climax followed as he watched his brother's face in ecstasy, the knowledge that he was the cause of Bill's pleasure and the pressure of Bill's pulsating arse was enough to send him over the edge, groaning Bill's name as he thrust frantically into Bill's contracting channel.
Charlie collapsed onto the grass, his back aching as his cock gave a final twitch inside of Bill. Bill followed him, his face finding a place in the crook of Charlie's neck. Charlie sighed, his body relaxing against his brother as the doubts and impending realisation that he had to leave and get out of England again settled in.
"Charlie."
"Hmm."
Bill's breath slowed against his neck, and Charlie moved to wrap his arms around his brother as his softening cock slipped out when Bill stretched his legs. Charlie threaded his hands through his brother's hair, the silky strands moving smoothly through his hands as they lay in the hot afternoon sun. Charlie wanted to move, to smile lazily and forget anything ever happened. But he couldn't. All he could do was close his eyes and hold onto the moments they had before he was forced to push them away, for both of them.
The breeze continued blow through the garden as the two brothers lay naked and tangled together.
Pairing(s): Charlie/Bill
Word Count: 2,774
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Home is such a loaded word for Charlie Weasley.
Warnings: Incest, a bit of angst, outdoor!sex, mentions of cross gen (OMC) sex, dirty talk and other naughty things that come with porn and the pairing.
A/N: This is set during Goblet of Fire. I had such an open field with this assignment and I appreciate it. I do hope that it is enjoyed because I enjoyed writing it. WEASLEYCEST FOR THE WIN. Thank you to my fabulous and ever loving beta, S, without whom Id be a grumpy ass bitch. And M for the constant note to get my shit together. I do hope that you enjoy,
lilmisblack."Thought you said you were never coming back to dreary ol' England?"
Charlie squinted into the afternoon sun. He didn't need to see the shape of the shadow to know who the speaker was- he'd know that voice anywhere.
"Well brother, you know me, never one to keep my promises."
Bill laughed as his shadow slipped out of the sun and he settled next to Charlie on the grass. Charlie smiled, but kept his face to the sun as his brother pressed next to him, their skin warm where they were touching. Charlie blinked into the light and tried to ignore the nervousness in his stomach. Instead he breathed deeply and enjoyed the fact that he had nothing better to do for the rest of the day but to enjoy the garden. He might even de-gnome it for his mum if he felt particularly energetic. Bill might even help him. Right.
"I see you've already been lectured by Mum then, if you're already going on about all your broken promises," Bill said, his arm nudging Charlie as he spoke.
"Reckon you're referring to the desperate plea for me to stop shaggin' blokes and marry a nice girl, settle down and start giving her some proper grandchildren?"
"Ooh, she must be desperate if any girl will do now."
Charlie laughed. "I know. It used to be a nice English girl. Now, I imagine even a French tart would make Mum happy."
They both chuckled and lapsed into silence. There was a gentle breeze moving through the garden and Charlie took a deep breath of lavender scented air. England wasn't home, nor were the old friends Charlie had there. But the Burrow, no matter how oppressive Charlie had found it after Hogwarts, was still home.
"Didn't expect you around 'til the Cup," Bill said.
"Me too. But with the Tri-Wizard tournament coming up-" Bill cut him off by abruptly turning and leaning over Charlie, blocking the sun and letting fly-aways from his ponytail hang in Charlie's face. Charlie bit his lip and tried not to shift about.
"Wait just a minute! I thought the Tri-Wizard job was something for your minions; a pesky job to keep the Ministry happy and would be passed on to some lower level keeper."
"Did I say that?"
"Yes, you said so when I Floo'd you last month. Mind explainin' why someone who is next in line for senior keeper after Jens retires is doing bitch work?"
Charlie cringed.
"Charlie," Bill warned, and Charlie could feel his gaze even though he couldn't see it in the darkness of the shadow.
"Fine," he replied. "I might have gotten into a spot of trouble."
"What kind of trouble?"
Charlie snorted. The tone of Bill's voice gave away the knowledge that Bill already fancied himself a guess at the source of Charlie's problems. And who was surprised? Everyone who was anyone knew that Charlie Weasley had really, really terrible luck and that that bad luck almost always had to do with cock- his own or other wise. It didn't stop Charlie from feeling a tinge of embarrassment, but it he was pretty sure it was for being called out, not for his behavior. The memories of his spot of bother were nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, he was quite fond of them. "I might have gotten mixed up with Jens' son."
Bill laughed and collapsed next to him, using a stray hand to smack Charlie in the forehead. Charlie feigned pain, but felt some of the tension sweep out of his body. For a moment, he was afraid of Bill's temper- notorious for rising when least expected.
"Jens' son, eh?"
"Yeah. Max," Charlie replied. He tried not to think about the lithe young man and exactly how they had been mixed up. Charlie also ignored the blush that threatened at the soft and thoughtful tone Bill's voice had turned towards.
"You always had trouble keeping your hands to yourself," Bill teased, his own hand flirting with Charlie's wrist and causing goose pimples to rise on Charlie's arms.
Charlie tried to match his brother's teasing tone, but he could feel his pulse speed up and heat ran down his spine and settled in his groin area, the memories of Max fresh in his mind and his brother's voice dancing lightly over his skin. "Not my fault that no one can resist my dashing good looks and impeccable charm."
There was a beat before Bill replied. "I never could."
Charlie tensed and closed his eyes. He had promised himself that this would never happen again. He'd drawn the line. Fuck, he moved away because this was more than something he wasn't allowed to want. This wasn't his boss' son. This was his brother, and Bill was much more than forbidden.
"Bill," he tried to warn sternly, but it came out breathy and hot.
"Gods, Charlie." Bill's voice was close, breathing hot against his ear. "Jens' lad can barely be seventeen."
"Last April," was all that Charlie could say because Bill's mouth was pressed against his neck, moving with every word. Charlie tried not to squirm away or lean into Bill's assault on his senses, but Bill's hand was scorching hot as it traced up and down his arm. He wasn't going to be able to resist for long. Bill was fit as fuck, and had always provoked something keenly different in Charlie. Goodness, the entire situation was beyond out of control, but it didn't stop Charlie's cock from hardening or his control from slipping with every stroke of his brother's hand and every whispered enticement.
"Fuck," Bill breathed, his teeth sharp against Charlie's strained neck. "I can just imagine the two of you, lean and hot together. Makes me hard, Charlie, just thinking about it."
Bill illustrated his point by pressing his clothed crotch into Charlie's side, who tried not to whimper at the warm hardness that greeted him. Bill licked Charlie's neck.
"Did you introduce him to the pleasures of cock?" Bill asked. "Like you did to me?"
Charlie groaned when Bill bit down on the tender flesh of his neck. His skin felt boiling hot and super sensitive to every move and stroke Bill made.
"Or maybe, you fucking size queen, was he big enough to fuck you? All young cock pounding into you."
Charlie unconsciously pumped his hips in response. Oh fuck, he was so hard at the words and of the vivid memory of Max's cock pressing wide and full into him after a particularly impressive blow job. It had been hot. Max was young and eager with an amazingly talented mouth and enough cock for Charlie to willingly bend over. They had been on round three when Jens' had interrupted, but Charlie was having a particularly hard time remembering everything about that moment with Bill pressed so tantalizingly close. Not to mention one of Bill's hands had gone astray from Charlie's arm and was now making short work of his trousers. Charlie couldn't help but moan, his head unconsciously turning to allow Bill better access to his throat.
"You did! Fuck, Charlie! It amazes me that with this," Bill whispered hotly when he grasped Charlie's cock firmly, making his hips buck at the exquisite pressure. "And you're still a bottom boy."
Bill's hand pushed underneath Charlie's pants and squeezed his bare cock and Charlie cursed loudly when Bill bit down hard on his clavicle. One of Charlie's arms was trapped by the weight of Bill's body that was slowly thrusting against him. His other hand found its way into Bill's hair, freeing it form its constraints and using the long, silky tresses to guide Bill's mouth. He had thought about stopping for about three seconds before Bill's thumb pressed into the slit of Charlie's leaking cock. Then he gave up, later he would rationalise that at least he thought about stopping, which should be given some credit given how attractive Bill was and how damn persistent the shit can be.
Bill's wicked mouth moved with open kisses and bruising teeth. But it was impossible to resist his mouth combined with the delicious slide of his hand along Charlie's leaking cock. Charlie's hips moved in time with his brother's hand until Bill's hand stopped, his fingers flexing tightly at the base, and Charlie's eyes snapped open. Bill was above him, straddling Charlie's strained thighs, hand trapped between them with his mouth tantalisingly close to Charlie's. Charlie swallowed and suppressed the urge to frantically hump his brother's hand.
Bill licked his lips.
"I want this," he said as he squeezed his rough fingers around Charlie's cock. "Inside me. Fucking me."
Charlie whimpered as Bill pressed closer, their lips touching.
"Now," Bill whispered, before he sealed their lips together and plunged his tongue into his brother's moaning mouth. Charlie's brain seemed to leave him. His only need was to rid his brother of clothes immediately. His cock ached for the tight, wet heat of Bill's arse, of the only pleasure Charlie ever denied himself. His hands hooked as he stripped Bill of his clothes, their freckled hands making short work of their clothes, pausing only to grope at exposed freckled skin. Charlie moaned as Bill nipped and fucked Charlie's mouth with his tongue as they thrust wildly against each other in the late afternoon sun.
Bill's skin felt cool and smooth underneath his own heated fingers as Charlie pressed and pawed at whatever he could get a hold of. Charlie pulled away, his hips arching into Bill's as Bill's nimble fingers pinched roughly at Charlie's exposed nipples. Bill's mouth pulled away from his brother's, a wicked smile spread across his face as he worked both nipples to stiff peaks, Charlie writhing beneath him.
The grass pressed and itched against Charlie's back and legs as he finally got rid of his trousers. His own hands pushed hastily at Bill's trousers until Bill chuckled and aided him. Charlie fumbled, trying to sit up and turn them over, but Bill only laughed and bit down sharply onto Charlie's nipple, making him gasp and moan loudly at the sweet suction of Bill's lips and the sloppy lap of his tongue.
"Fuck, Bill," Charlie hissed as Bill let go of the flushed peak and moved up until he was properly straddling Charlie's hips. Charlie moaned, grabbing Bill's hips as his cock pressed tightly against Bill's balls.
"You gorgeous fucking thing," Bill said. Charlie watched, mouth open at the sight as Bill curled his hand around his long, freckled cock that bobbed against his stomach. His skin seemed to gleam in the sun and Charlie's breath caught; Bill was the gorgeous one. His creamy skin was flawless in the sunlight, endless and flushed as his hand lowly worked his cock. Every muscle in his body seemed to strain and move in tandem with the pulse of his hips that inched Charlie's cock close to Bill's entrance. Charlie gave a frustrated growl as the head of his cock slid against Bill's entrance. He tried again to sit up, but Bill held him down with a firm hand to his chest. Charlie groaned loudly as his cock slid once more over the puckered hole and Bill stroked harder. His cock flushed and leaked on every down stroke of his hand and Charlie moaned to take the long cock into his mouth and taste his brother. Bill looked down at him and the light caught his long eyelashes as they splayed across his cheek. His smile was lazy.
"Now, now little brother," Bill said, his voice silky as he leaned down and wrapped his free hand around Charlie's neck and pressed their mouths together. When they broke apart, Charlie felt the tingle of magic between them and when his hips slid against Bill's entrance, it was slick with lube. Charlie cursed and his fingers pressed bruises into Bill's hips. He ached to be inside his brother and he was so close to overpowering him and just taking him. Soon, Bill's hand moved faster, his hips practically slamming into Charlie's as he worked his cock. He moaned and Charlie watched as Bill's head titled back to expose the long column of his throat.
"Bill," he breathed as his hands scrambled for purchase on the sweaty bones of his brother's hips.
Bill paused, licked his lips before he rose more up onto his keens and eased himself down onto his younger brother's cock. Charlie gasped, his hips snapping up and impaling Bill onto his cock in one fluid motion. They both groaned and stilled. Charlie's back bowed at the tight, all encompassing heat of his brother fluttering around his cock and breathed deeply. It only took a few moments for Bill to adjust, and it left Charlie with thoughts of Bill, preparing himself in the house earlier and knowing that he would get Charlie to fuck him- knowing his seduction would work even before he came out to Charlie. The image of Bill, long fingers pressed deep inside of him as he prepared himself for Charlie's cock was almost emblazoned into his eyelids as Bill slowly raised his hips and quickly sank back down onto his younger brother's cock.
"Oh fuck," Charlie moaned. Bill was so tight. So intensely tight. And Bill rode cock like he was a man possessed, his hands braced on his thighs to occasionally move to stroke his cock or pinch his nipples, his head thrown back in a moan as he worked Charlie's cock against his prostrate and the way his muscles strained with his veins throbbing at the surface of his flushed skin. Charlie couldn't help but clutch at Bill's hips as he established a brutal rhythm- sharp thrust down and a slow and torturous pull up, letting Charlie feel each and every inch of Bill.
It didn't take long until Charlie was growing impatient, his hips meeting Bill's prostrate with every thrust and disrupting Bill's carefully torturous rhythm. Charlie bent his legs, thrusting into Bill as his desire coiled at the base of his spine. His eyes roamed Bill's body as his hand curled around his older brother's cock, stroking the heated flesh fast and tight, trying to beat his own impending orgasm.
"Charlie," Bill moaned as his own hand joined Charlie's on his cock. Charlie watched their hands, almost identical to the general eye, but to Charlie there were glaring differences as they both pressed and pulled together over Bill's cock. Charlie moaned as Bill thrust frantically down on his cock as he sped up the movement of their hands, intertwining their fingers as they worked Bill's cock together until they were both gasping as Bill came. Charlie thrust harder and faster, pushing Bill through his orgasm.
"Fuck. Oh, oh gods! Charlie!" Bill sang as he came, his back arched as they both fucked him through his orgasm. Charlie felt the heat of Bill's come on his hand and watched as it splashed across his brother's chest and face. Charlie's own climax followed as he watched his brother's face in ecstasy, the knowledge that he was the cause of Bill's pleasure and the pressure of Bill's pulsating arse was enough to send him over the edge, groaning Bill's name as he thrust frantically into Bill's contracting channel.
Charlie collapsed onto the grass, his back aching as his cock gave a final twitch inside of Bill. Bill followed him, his face finding a place in the crook of Charlie's neck. Charlie sighed, his body relaxing against his brother as the doubts and impending realisation that he had to leave and get out of England again settled in.
"Charlie."
"Hmm."
Bill's breath slowed against his neck, and Charlie moved to wrap his arms around his brother as his softening cock slipped out when Bill stretched his legs. Charlie threaded his hands through his brother's hair, the silky strands moving smoothly through his hands as they lay in the hot afternoon sun. Charlie wanted to move, to smile lazily and forget anything ever happened. But he couldn't. All he could do was close his eyes and hold onto the moments they had before he was forced to push them away, for both of them.
The breeze continued blow through the garden as the two brothers lay naked and tangled together.