Let Me Not Admit Impediments
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Bill/Charlie
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Adult ++
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7
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15
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The next morning, when Charlie bounded into the kitchen for breakfast, Bill decided he had to do something about it. Charlie looked radiant and cheerful as though he didn’t have a care in the world. Or, Bill though sourly, as though he’d had a nice wank and a good night’s sleep. Bill himself had barely slept last night.
During the day, Bill tried to get his brother alone. He got his chance when they put their brooms back after a nice afternoon of three-against-three Quidditch. Fred and George had done something to Ron that had their youngest brother howling and running after the pranksters, and Percy – ever the responsible one – followed to calm everybody down.
Charlie grinned and shook his head as he turned away from the broom shed. ‘Poor Ron. I’m glad I’m older than those two.’
Bill grunted, then grabbed his brother’s arm. ‘Charlie…’
‘Yeah?’ Charlie turned and looked up at his taller brother.
Bill bit his lip, uncertain. Then he burst out, ‘Tone it down, will you?’
Charlie frowned. ‘What are you talking about?’
Bill growled. ‘The walls in this house are paper thin, man.’
Charlie blinked, then smiled, a little too innocently. ‘Yes?’
Bill glowered. ‘Don’t give me that, bro. You know what I mean.’
Charlie shook his head. ‘No, what?’
‘Dammit, Charlie! You groan loud enough for everybody to hear!’
Charlie eyed him thoughtfully. ‘Does it bother you, hearing me?’
Bill almost punched his brother. ‘Dammit, yes!’
‘Why?’
‘Why?’ Bill sputtered.
Charlie nodded, grinning.
Bill turned away, banging the broom-shed door. ‘I don’t want to hear it.’
Charlie shrugged. ‘Everybody wanks.’
Bill glared. ‘Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want to know.’
Charlie opened his mouth, but Bill went on, ‘Hearing you wank, it’s like thinking about mum and dad having sex.’
‘Ew, Bill, thanks for that image!’ Charlie shuddered.
‘Yeah, so you know,’ huffed Bill.
Charlie didn’t say anything, and when Bill turned back to him, he was watching his older brother with an expression on his face Bill had only ever seen on the younger Fred and George. ‘What?’
Charlie grinned mischievously. ‘Oh, I think you’re not entirely … honest, Bill.’
His grin broadened, and he looked pointedly at the bulge in Bill’s trousers. Bill growled dangerously, but Charlie only winked and sauntered away. Bill turned and kicked the broom shed, then swore at his throbbing toes.
That evening, when he heard the first moan, Bill closed his eyes and began reciting potion recipes under his breath to divert himself. Nothing as good as thoughts of his Potions teacher to stop himself from reacting to the groans that filtered through the wall.
Not that it helped, though. Neither did thoughts of Snape stop Bill’s cock from rising, nor did his mutterings drown out his brother’s groans and sighs. Bill had the sneaking suspicion that Charlie was being extra-loud, just to tease him, now that he knew it got to Bill.
He was about to sacrifice all dignity as older brother and storm into Charlie’s room to stop the show, when Charlie’s moans reached the short, staccato phase that signalled he was close. And then he came, crying out softly.
‘Bill!’
Bill froze on the spot. His heart was hammering fast. Charlie … Charlie had … He couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it. Charlie had come, shouting his brother’s name.
His knees giving way, Bill fell back down onto his bed. He lifted his shaking hands and raked them through his hair, then threw a glance at the connecting wall.
What did it mean? he wondered. Charlie knew Bill could hear what was happening. And Bill could have sworn that his younger brother was putting on a show for him this evening. What did it mean that he had cried Bill’s name? Had Charlie wanted him to hear that? Was it only another way to get a rise out of him? Or was it …
Bill’s breath hitched in his throat. His cock, rock hard ever since that first moan, bobbed. A wet spot stained the front of Bill’s pyjama pants.
Or was it, Bill thought, his throat dry. Was it because Charlie had been thinking about him when he came?
As the thought slowly sank in, Bill’s hips suddenly thrust forward, and the wet stain on his pyjama pants grew. Bill groaned, loudly, as he came helplessly in his pants.
With a deep, shuddering sigh, he leaned back, and banged his head against the connecting wall.
‘Fuck,’ he said.
*
Three
The next morning, when Charlie bounded into the kitchen for breakfast, Bill decided he had to do something about it. Charlie looked radiant and cheerful as though he didn’t have a care in the world. Or, Bill though sourly, as though he’d had a nice wank and a good night’s sleep. Bill himself had barely slept last night.
During the day, Bill tried to get his brother alone. He got his chance when they put their brooms back after a nice afternoon of three-against-three Quidditch. Fred and George had done something to Ron that had their youngest brother howling and running after the pranksters, and Percy – ever the responsible one – followed to calm everybody down.
Charlie grinned and shook his head as he turned away from the broom shed. ‘Poor Ron. I’m glad I’m older than those two.’
Bill grunted, then grabbed his brother’s arm. ‘Charlie…’
‘Yeah?’ Charlie turned and looked up at his taller brother.
Bill bit his lip, uncertain. Then he burst out, ‘Tone it down, will you?’
Charlie frowned. ‘What are you talking about?’
Bill growled. ‘The walls in this house are paper thin, man.’
Charlie blinked, then smiled, a little too innocently. ‘Yes?’
Bill glowered. ‘Don’t give me that, bro. You know what I mean.’
Charlie shook his head. ‘No, what?’
‘Dammit, Charlie! You groan loud enough for everybody to hear!’
Charlie eyed him thoughtfully. ‘Does it bother you, hearing me?’
Bill almost punched his brother. ‘Dammit, yes!’
‘Why?’
‘Why?’ Bill sputtered.
Charlie nodded, grinning.
Bill turned away, banging the broom-shed door. ‘I don’t want to hear it.’
Charlie shrugged. ‘Everybody wanks.’
Bill glared. ‘Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want to know.’
Charlie opened his mouth, but Bill went on, ‘Hearing you wank, it’s like thinking about mum and dad having sex.’
‘Ew, Bill, thanks for that image!’ Charlie shuddered.
‘Yeah, so you know,’ huffed Bill.
Charlie didn’t say anything, and when Bill turned back to him, he was watching his older brother with an expression on his face Bill had only ever seen on the younger Fred and George. ‘What?’
Charlie grinned mischievously. ‘Oh, I think you’re not entirely … honest, Bill.’
His grin broadened, and he looked pointedly at the bulge in Bill’s trousers. Bill growled dangerously, but Charlie only winked and sauntered away. Bill turned and kicked the broom shed, then swore at his throbbing toes.
That evening, when he heard the first moan, Bill closed his eyes and began reciting potion recipes under his breath to divert himself. Nothing as good as thoughts of his Potions teacher to stop himself from reacting to the groans that filtered through the wall.
Not that it helped, though. Neither did thoughts of Snape stop Bill’s cock from rising, nor did his mutterings drown out his brother’s groans and sighs. Bill had the sneaking suspicion that Charlie was being extra-loud, just to tease him, now that he knew it got to Bill.
He was about to sacrifice all dignity as older brother and storm into Charlie’s room to stop the show, when Charlie’s moans reached the short, staccato phase that signalled he was close. And then he came, crying out softly.
‘Bill!’
Bill froze on the spot. His heart was hammering fast. Charlie … Charlie had … He couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it. Charlie had come, shouting his brother’s name.
His knees giving way, Bill fell back down onto his bed. He lifted his shaking hands and raked them through his hair, then threw a glance at the connecting wall.
What did it mean? he wondered. Charlie knew Bill could hear what was happening. And Bill could have sworn that his younger brother was putting on a show for him this evening. What did it mean that he had cried Bill’s name? Had Charlie wanted him to hear that? Was it only another way to get a rise out of him? Or was it …
Bill’s breath hitched in his throat. His cock, rock hard ever since that first moan, bobbed. A wet spot stained the front of Bill’s pyjama pants.
Or was it, Bill thought, his throat dry. Was it because Charlie had been thinking about him when he came?
As the thought slowly sank in, Bill’s hips suddenly thrust forward, and the wet stain on his pyjama pants grew. Bill groaned, loudly, as he came helplessly in his pants.
With a deep, shuddering sigh, he leaned back, and banged his head against the connecting wall.
‘Fuck,’ he said.
*