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46. Harry/Charlie

"But you have to! It's tradition!" "Tradition is just peer pressure from dead people"

Harry hung his head as he sat on the front steps of his flat. The loneliness still got to him after all these months. He'd told Ginny he was gay 3 months ago. He'd had to.He couldn't continue to pretend everything was ok. The Weasley's had all but disowned him at that point. The only Weasley family member that still spoke to him was Charlie. And that was because he understood where he was. Looking up at the starry sky, he sighed. It was the day of Ron and Hermione's wedding, but he was here. Not invited. Sure, Hermione still sent him an owl once a week to check up on him. But he hadn't seen her since Ginny and he had split up. Ron wouldn't have it.

The crack to his right brought his head around. The broad-shouldered form of Charlie Weasley stepped out from beside the building and looked up at him. Confused, Harry stood up and watched as Charlie came around and up the stairs to stop in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked shakily. Charlie grinned.

"Coming to hang out with you, ya dolt." Harry blinked.

"But...but you're supposed to be in Ron's wedding, aren't you?" Charlie shrugged.

"I'd rather be here. Don't really care to stand in yet another brother's wedding."

"But...but you have to! It's tradition! Your mum will explode!" Harry started shooing Charlie down the stairs, but Charlie easily seized his wrist and stepped up another stair closer.

"Tradition is just peer pressure from dead people, Harry. And besides," he stepped up another stair closer to Harry, now on the step just below and eye level with him. "I have better plans tonight than watching my youngest brother sweat it out in dress robes." Charlie leaned up and ran his tongue along Harry's lower lip. Eyes wide, Harry just stared at him for a moment. Charlie chuckled.

"Gonna invite me in or am I stripping off my trousers here on your stoop?" Harry snapped back to focus and turned for the door. Opening the way, he led the way into the dark hallway. Before he could reach for a light switch, the front door shut with a snap and Harry felt large hands grab his waist and yank him back against a solid chest.

"Ready for this, Harry?" Charlie whispered in his ear as he rolled his hips against Harry's ass. Shuddering, Harry nodded frantically. He was then promptly spun around to face Charlie. Taking his face in his large, calloused hands, Charlie stroked his cheek with his thumb.

"I know this is new and all, but I've been so looking forward to this." He pulled Harry gently and pressed his lips to his. Harry melted against him at the contact, lost in the sensations that he'd been craving so much. Allowing himself a moment longer to taste Charlie's lips, he finally broke the kiss, grabbed his wrist, and started for the stairs. When they reached his bedroom, Charlie wasted no time in stripping his and Harry's clothes off and throwing them around the room. Shoving Harry backward onto his bed, he stepped between his thighs, placing a hand on either side of Harry's throbbing cock. Harry was panting hard as he looked down at the larger man between his legs, and started panting even harder when Charlie gave a wicked grin and lowered his mouth to the head of Harry's cock. Harry's jerked when his lips closed around his member, and moaned loudly as Charlie started quickly bobbing up and down.

Not being one for much foreplay, Harry grabbed a handful of Charlie's hair and yanked him off his cock. Charlie looked up at him in confusion for a moment, then understood. Grabbing Harry's hips, he flipped him quickly over onto his stomach, pulling his hips to the edge of the bed. Grabbing his wand from the pocket of his trousers that were laying by his feet, he flicked it and put a generous drizzle of lube across Harry's ass. Harry ground his teeth in anticipation as he felt the hot blunt head of Charlie's massive cock probing at his ass. Then he felt Charlie's weight across his back, and he breathed in his ear.

"You sure you're ready?" he whispered, trailing his tongue up the back of his ear. Harry shuddered again and nodded. Then he felt the weight disappear off his back and the hot cock at his ass again. This time, he felt the pressure of Charlie's hips behind it and ground his teeth again at the searing pain of the intrusion. As soon as his head popped inside, Harry let out the breath he'd been holding, trying to will his muscles to relax. When Charlie just continued to stay stock still, Harry looked over his shoulder at him and glared. Charlie gave another wicked grin, then slid his cock the rest of the way into Harry's ass. As soon as he made contact with Harry's prostate, it was all Harry could take not to cum. He made it three hits, then he couldn't stop it any longer. With a shout he started to shoot jets of cum all over his bed as Charlie's rhythm started to increase in urgency. It didn't take much longer for Charlie to reach his own release and fill Harry's ass with his own cum. As he popped his cock free, it was still mostly hard and his cum leaked from Harry's ass. After a few moments recovery, Harry stood slowly and turned around to Charlie, who was leaning against the end of the bed panting. Harry slowly sank to his knees, then wrapped a hand around the base of Charlie's massive cock. Charlies stared down at him. Grinning, Harry started forward.

"Let me clean you up." Charlie's head rolled back on his shoulders as soon as Harry's lips closed.