Let Me Not Admit Impediments
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Bill/Charlie
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
8,004
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Two
Two
When he heard the deep, lustful groan the next evening, Bill almost banged his head against the wall. And then he did, as blood rushed down into his cock, and the treacherous thing lengthened and hardened.
Dammit! he swore silently. Not again!
Charlie moaned. Bill shivered.
He didn’t know why it affected him so much, hearing his brother. The sounds of wanking weren’t alien or new to him. He lived most of the year in a boarding-school, after all, and you could trust that one of his dorm-mates would at one point forget to put up a Silencing Charm. But he never got so hard when he heard one of them. Most times, he just pulled his pillow over his head and turned away.
Bill eyed his pillow, thinking about pulling it over his ears to drown out the sounds. But the next second, he shook himself.
No, he wouldn’t. He wasn’t lying in bed to sleep, and pulling the pillow over his head would mean that he acknowledged that Charlie’s groans – Merlin’s balls, and he was a groaner! – were getting to him.
Resolutely, Bill grabbed Carolus’s biography and for the next ten minutes stared sightlessly at the illustration depicting Carolus lifting the spell that had hidden some other wizard’s tomb. When Charlie was done, he counted to six hundred, flung the book aside, and grabbed his cock.
He almost came at once, and had to grit his teeth to keep himself from screaming. Closing his eyes, he lay back on the bed, moving his hand in slow, leisurely strokes up and down his cock. Yes, that was good, hmm … Bill conjured up the fantasy of a faceless but gorgeous witch and sped up his strokes. Oh, yeah, that was it, a pretty willing witch … come on, baby …
His hand gripped hard and moved rapidly. The tension in Bill’s body grew. He bit his lip to stop himself from groaning, mustn’t let Charlie hear … and as if his brother’s name had invoked the image, Bill suddenly saw him clearly in front of his eyes: red hair tousled, strong slender body pale if it weren’t for the multitude of freckles, eyes closed, legs spread, come glistening on his skin …
Bill’s hips suddenly jerked up violently, and he came with a choked shout. Breathing hard, he fell back onto the mattress.
Fuck, he thought tiredly. He’d not just come from thinking of his brother’s well-sated form, had he?
Fuck.
*
When he heard the deep, lustful groan the next evening, Bill almost banged his head against the wall. And then he did, as blood rushed down into his cock, and the treacherous thing lengthened and hardened.
Dammit! he swore silently. Not again!
Charlie moaned. Bill shivered.
He didn’t know why it affected him so much, hearing his brother. The sounds of wanking weren’t alien or new to him. He lived most of the year in a boarding-school, after all, and you could trust that one of his dorm-mates would at one point forget to put up a Silencing Charm. But he never got so hard when he heard one of them. Most times, he just pulled his pillow over his head and turned away.
Bill eyed his pillow, thinking about pulling it over his ears to drown out the sounds. But the next second, he shook himself.
No, he wouldn’t. He wasn’t lying in bed to sleep, and pulling the pillow over his head would mean that he acknowledged that Charlie’s groans – Merlin’s balls, and he was a groaner! – were getting to him.
Resolutely, Bill grabbed Carolus’s biography and for the next ten minutes stared sightlessly at the illustration depicting Carolus lifting the spell that had hidden some other wizard’s tomb. When Charlie was done, he counted to six hundred, flung the book aside, and grabbed his cock.
He almost came at once, and had to grit his teeth to keep himself from screaming. Closing his eyes, he lay back on the bed, moving his hand in slow, leisurely strokes up and down his cock. Yes, that was good, hmm … Bill conjured up the fantasy of a faceless but gorgeous witch and sped up his strokes. Oh, yeah, that was it, a pretty willing witch … come on, baby …
His hand gripped hard and moved rapidly. The tension in Bill’s body grew. He bit his lip to stop himself from groaning, mustn’t let Charlie hear … and as if his brother’s name had invoked the image, Bill suddenly saw him clearly in front of his eyes: red hair tousled, strong slender body pale if it weren’t for the multitude of freckles, eyes closed, legs spread, come glistening on his skin …
Bill’s hips suddenly jerked up violently, and he came with a choked shout. Breathing hard, he fell back onto the mattress.
Fuck, he thought tiredly. He’d not just come from thinking of his brother’s well-sated form, had he?
Fuck.
*