Brotherly Love

Charlie woke slowly the next morning. He reluctantly opened his eyes and tried to grasp onto the fading tendrils of a dream that was still lingering in his mind. Ron. Naked. Sweaty. Needy. Ronnie moaning and begging. Ron writhing under him, Ron coming………



He turned his head and his eyes fell on the shirt he’d worn to bed last night. It lay crumpled on the chair beside his head, still flaky with his and his brother’s dried fluids. Not a dream. He might be able to convince himself otherwise if not for that damn incriminating shirt.



He had to leave. That was all there was to it. He’d violated his youngest brother, coerced Ron into doing something so vile, so wrong, so sinful. He didn’t deserve to be here, in his childhood home any longer. He owed it to Ron to leave immediately. Maybe if he left now, as gracefully as possible, maybe one day Ron would forgive his sins.



Spurred into action by hope that he could salvage his relationship with his family he leapt from the bed and began packing his suitcases. He kept glancing at the evil shirt still laying in the chair. He knew he had to destroy it but every time he raised his wand to do it his heart would clench violently.



He was only halfway done when there was a quiet knock on his door. He froze. What could he say to Ron? How could he explain his horrible actions last night? Before his brain could settle on a course of action his mouth opened of it’s own accord.



“Yes? Come in.”



Ginny poked her head in around the door and Charlie audibly released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.



“Hey, Mum sent me to collect you for breakfast. She says if you want to eat you’d better not give Ron too much of a head start.” Ginny’s eyes narrowed when she saw the luggage on his bed.



“You’re leaving? I thought you were hanging around for a few more weeks?”



“Sorry Gin, emergency, got to get back to Romania. Dragons, fires, you know. They need their number one wrangler and that’s me.” He hoped it sounded more convincing to her than it did to his own ears.



“Oh, ok. You are going to come down and say bye to everyone though? Mum would be right pissed if you didn’t you know.”



“Yeah sure. I’ll be down in a few.” Hopefully Ron would be finished eating and gone by then. He couldn’t stand the accusation he’d see in the boy’s eyes.



Ginny looked at him queerly for a moment longer. Then with a slight nod she gently closed the door.



He hurriedly finished packing and had just raised his wand to cast incendio on that wretched shirt when his door was thrown open and slammed shut. Ron was across the room in four strides and standing only inches from him.



“What the bloody hell, Charlie?”





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Ron stretched lazily as the first rays of the morning sun peaked through his open curtains and landed directly on his eyes. He smiled as he stepped out of bed and started rummaging through his closet for something decidedly less hand-me-down to wear today. He pulled out an old Chudley Cannons T-shirt, so much for wearing something that was at least partially new, but at least this one used to belong to Charlie.



Charlie. He still couldn’t believe what had happened just a few short hours ago. One of his favorite naughty fantasies had come to life on the very bed on which he was currently sitting as he tied his sneakers. It wasn’t his absolute favorite, No, that one would have to wait. They’d need some time alone for that, but after last night he had hope for it.



Charlie had been hesitant at first, but he’d responded so nicely with just a little prodding. Ron felt a little guilty for pushing his older brother the way he had, but he hadn’t been able to help himself. He had wanted Charlie so badly and after last night he knew Charlie felt the same about him. This remainder of the summer was going to be…….. interesting.



He tightened the knot on his second shoe and hurried from him room. Sure, he was a little embarrassed about his wanton behavior last night, but it would pass. Everyone was a little braver in the middle of the night than they were by the light of day. He would just have to teach himself how not to blush, after all, he and Charlie would have to do with any time they could get alone, be it night or day.



As he stepped into the dinning room his eyes swept the room, looking to make contact with his older brother, or as it happened, his new lover. Charlie wasn’t down yet. He allowed a small smirk to creep across his lips as he thought of Charlie curled up sleepy and sated after a long night of…… As he felt a stirring in his groin, this morning’s raging hard-on attempting to make a visit again, he reminded himself it’d be best not to think about last night, especially with his mother in the room.



“Oh, good morning dear. Have some breakfast won’t you?”



Breakfast? Of course, when had he ever turned down a meal. He began piling heaps of food onto his plate. As he did he took note of everyone seated at the table. The only one missing was Charlie.



“Mum? Did you call Charlie down yet?”



Mrs. Weasley’s attention was drawn from the eggs she was stirring to the table where her family was seated. Quickly and mentally tallying the number of ginger heads at the table she sighed.



“I suppose not, Ginny?”



“That’s ok Mum, I’ll get him.” Ron leapt at the chance to get his brother alone for a minute, even if it did mean a cold breakfast.



“Nonsense Ronald, you haven’t begun to eat and Ginny’s almost done, aren’t you dear? Now run along and fetch your brother, yeah?”



“Sure Mum.” A small docile smile for their mother as she turned back to the eggs and a death glare for Ron as he reluctantly tucked back into the food on his plate, Ginny headed up the winding stairs.