Family Ties

Author Note: This depraved plot bunny crept into my head today, and wouldn't leave me alone till I started to write it. First few chapters will be solely Charlie/Albus Severus - then other characters will be introduced. Any suggestions on future pairings/scenarios are gratefully received.

This is the first go I've had at writing cross-gen fic's, so let me know what you think.

Albus is 16 in this fic - which is gay age of consent in UK.

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Albus flopped onto the worn sofa in the Burrow’s living room and grinned at his uncle.

“Hey, Kiddo.” Charlie ruffled his nephew’s already tousled hair. “Have fun flying?”

Albus batted his hand away irritably. “I’m not a kid, Uncle Charlie. I’m sixteen now.”

Charlie grinned at the boy, whose cheeks were still glowing from his earlier flight. “Okay, I’m only teasing. I forget sometimes how old you are. I guess that means you’re old enough to drop the Uncle, and just call me Charlie.”

“Really?” Albus’ eyes were wide; of all his many uncles, Charlie was the one he looked up to most, idolised even.

“Sure,” Charlie answered. “You’re growing up fast now, almost a man. Before you know it, you’ll be married to some pretty girl.”

Albus squirmed uncomfortably and flushed, in what Charlie thought was a very pretty manner; he had long since given up trying to deny the emotions that his nephew aroused in him.

“Or some boy, maybe?” he suggested tentatively upon seeing Albus’ reaction to his previous comment.

Albus’ eyes widened in horror. “How did you know?” he whispered in shocked tones.

Charlie reached over and gave him a reassuring pat on the thigh. “It was just a guess. You’ve never seemed that interested in girls, and I’ve seen how you look at that Malfoy boy sometimes. I just put two and two together.”

Albus looked mortified. “Does everyone know? Oh, Merlin!” he moaned despairingly.

“Hey, relax. I don’t think anyone else noticed. Crikey, they only figured out I was gay a couple of years ago. We Weasleys aren’t renowned for our observation skills.”

Some of the tension eased out of Albus’ body at this comment. “What’s it like?” he asked, clearly embarrassed, but a determined expression on his face all the same.

“Being gay in general, or the sex?” Charlie clarified, his thumb now stroking his nephew’s thigh slightly.

“The sex,” Albus muttered. “I’ve done some stuff, but I don’t really know what to do.”

Charlie shifted his position slightly, trying to ease the pressure on his hardening cock. He leaned closer. “What have you done so far?” he asked, his voice almost husky.

Albus tried to ignore the fluttering in his tummy that started with every stroke of his uncle’s thumb. “Kissing. And just touching, you know?”

“Wanking?” Charlie asked, revelling in the breathy gasp that escaped his nephew’s mouth.

“No.” Albus shook his head. “We still had our trousers on. We just rubbed against each other and stuff.”

“Did you like it?” Seeing his nephew nod, Charlie continued. “Did it make you come?”

The fluttering sensation in his tummy increased with every word from his uncle’s lips, and Albus was mortified to feel his cock hardening in response. “Yes, I did.”

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, Al,” Charlie reassured, allowing his hand to trail slightly further up the boy’s thigh. “It’s perfectly natural.”

“Scorpius wanted to do more,” Albus admitted. “But I was scared. Does it hurt?”

Charlie looked down at the innocent eyes of his nephew and felt an overwhelming desire to see them debauched and full of lust. “It can a little the first time, if you’re a bottom. But not for a top.”

“How do you know which you are?”

Charlie leaned even closer this time, his lips only inches away from Albus’ ear. “When you think about sex,” he murmured huskily. “Are you the one doing the fucking, or are you being fucked?”

Albus gulped; hearing those words went straight to his cock, which now throbbed intensely. He was aware of Charlie’s hand inching closer and closer up his inner thigh. “I’m being fucked,” he whispered, allowing his legs to fall slightly wider apart.

Noticing this movement, and seeing the want in his nephew’s eyes, Charlie allowed his fingers to brush across the bulge in Albus’ trousers. “You want to feel yourself being stretched round a hard cock,” he said, casually teasing his nephew’s erection.

Albus’ hips thrust erratically off the sofa, desperate for more pressure. “Merlin, yes!” he groaned. “Please, Charlie.”

“Please, what?” Charlie asked, trailing the tip of his tongue along his nephew’s jaw line. “What do you want, Al? Tell me?”

Albus clamped his hand down over Charlie’s and began grinding against the calloused palm. “Anything,” he whimpered. “Please.”

Charlie chuckled throatily. “You want this?” he teased, his fingers toying with the fastenings of Albus’ jeans. “You want me to touch you, to stroke your cock until you come hard all over my hand? Hmm? Would you like that?”

Albus was beyond coherent speech by this point as he felt the tips of Charlie’s fingers brush against his aching erection.

Just as Charlie’s fingers were curling round Al’s throbbing cock, there was the all-too-familiar crackling of green flames in the fireplace.

With shared looks of horror, Charlie moved his hand back as if it had been burnt, and Albus quickly fastened his trousers.

“My room. Tonight,” Charlie murmured, his voice full of promise.

Albus shivered at the blatant desire he saw written on his uncle’s face and nodded; wild hippogriffs couldn’t keep him away.