Brotherly Love

Charlie was leaving? He’d hardly believed Ginny when she’d come down and said it so easily. As if she’d been announcing the arrival of the morning paper or that it might rain. Admittedly it probably wasn’t that big a deal to her, but Ron was suddenly having trouble breathing. He practically flung himself from the table and his half eaten breakfast and ran up the stairs.

He paused outside the door of Charlie’s room trying to come up with something, anything really to say. Something that might change his brother’s mind. He had just come up with….. well nothing when he bolted into the room and the only real thought that had taken up residence in his mind flowed out of it’s own volition.

“What the bloody hell, Charlie?”

He absently noted that he’d shut the door but knew he needed to keep his voice down if he didn’t want the whole house to know exactly what was going on.

“Oh, there was a floo call this morning. Yeah, I gotta go back, Ron. Can’t leave the amateurs on their own for too long ya know?” Charlie turned back to his task and it was with satisfaction that Ron noted the shirt on the bed and Charlie quickly stuffing it into one of his packed bags.

“Bullshit.” That was it, was really all he needed to say. He wasn’t going to let Charlie run without a fight and if Charlie did manage to get away at least he’d know that Ron was aware of his cowardice.

“Ronnie……” It suddenly occurred to Ron that Charlie was refusing to meet his eyes and was instead gazing guiltily downward, casting about for anything to focus on aside from the pissed off boy in front of him.

“Bull-shit. We both know there’s no emergency. You are running from me. You’re ashamed. You feel like we’ve done something wrong. You think, oh Merlin, you think I didn’t want it?” He’d tried to make it a statement, he wanted to sound sure of himself, wanted to reassure Charlie, but he just couldn’t believe that Charlie was so conveniently forgetting all of his begging, his pleading, his downright wanton behavior.

“Ronnie, look we can’t discuss this just now and you know why. Too many straining ears in this house, there are,” Charlie pointedly directed his gaze upward, the twins’ room, “We will though, we need to, but I won’t stay and make you uncomfortable. I will not make this any harder for you than I already have.”

Ron took a deep breath, gathered all his courage, steeled himself against his brother’s possible rejection, and stepped back to lock the door.

“You see, that just doesn‘t work for me. So, since I can’t yet, you’d best put up your best silencing charm and find some way to ward this room against uninvited visitors for the next few minutes.”

He watched his older brother battle with himself for at least a full minute before raising his wand with trepidation and casting the necessary spells.

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Ron waited only until the wards were in place before he unleashed the fury that Charlie could easily see in his eyes.

“You don’t want to make this hard on me? Then kindly don’t forget that last night was the result of mutual desire. Well, maybe the desire was a little stronger from my side. You see Charlie, I’ve wanted this for a while, all summer I’m sure, since I’ve found it difficult to even stand up, much less walk in your presence. Maybe I’ve wanted it even longer than that, I’ve always felt differently about you. I just think it took me this long to realize that I was interested in a hell of a lot more than a brotherly relationship.”

Ron was moving across the room, toward him. There was an angry glint in his eye, but there was also lust, deep and as of yet unsatisfied. He was prowling like a lion on the hunt, though Charlie was sure Ron wasn’t aware of how seductive his advance really was.

Charlie, the older brother, the one who should have been in charge, found himself helplessly pinned to the wall and reluctantly happy about his position. Ron wasted no time, the moment Charlie was trapped he forcefully pressed his swollen cock forward and shivered when he felt the answering strain in Charlie’s trousers.

“See? I can’t help it. You make me so hot, so bloody hard. You must realize that you did nothing to intentionally cause my current…… condition,” The words were breathed delicately into Charlie’s ear and he couldn’t stop the quake that gently rocked his body, the undignified whimper that escaped his lips, or the slight thrust of his hips forward to rub against his brother’s groin. He felt Ron move and then there were hands at his fly, opening and lowering.

“Ron….”

“God, stop fighting this. I’m going to show you what I want, how I want you, going to show you that you didn’t make me do anything. You want this too, I can feel it. So just enjoy it. Once I’m done here, then you can make up your mind about what you want or need to do.”

Without another word Ron dropped to his knees and gently mouthed Charlie’s considerable bulge, still covered by his pants. The wet heat seeping through the material combined with the delicious little moans coming from Ron was almost too much. Then Ron jerked his pants down and breathed directly onto his cock and he was in heaven again.

Later Charlie was glad he had taken Ron’s advice about the wards, he couldn’t have contained his cry of approval when Ron sucked him down to the root in one swift motion. He was sure Ron had never done this before, the simple fact that he’d tried for too much right off the bat and choked was enough to tell him that much, but still it was good. Fantastic. Amazing. Bloody marvelous.

“Oh god, so fucking good.”

Ron didn’t have the flair that Charlie had enjoyed with his more experienced lovers, but it was obvious that he was enjoying himself immensely and maybe that mattered more.

“Yeah……bloody fucking hell……just…just like that.”

On every few upstrokes Ron would suck as if his life depended on it, quickly dart his tongue around the head, apply just the right amount of pressure to the slit, and then engulf him almost completely yet again. It was driving Charlie mad, but luckily, or possibly unfortunately, it didn’t last long. Too soon Ron was working him with a fierce determination to please him as quickly as possible, hand and mouth moving in tandem over his shaft with almost too much force, but so bloody perfect.

He wasn’t sure when he’d tangled his fingers in Ron’s ginger locks, but he did realize that he was actively trying not to grab on and fuck his little brother’s mouth with abandon. He felt the first stirrings of orgasm building in his gut and tried to at least pull Ron’s mouth off of him, but Ron held on tight. When he felt his balls draw up and his head fell back of it’s own accord he knew he needed to move Ron immediately.

“Ron, Ronnie……gonna come…..gonna come now.”

He was relieved to feel Ron pull back.

“Then come, Charlie, wanna taste you, swallow you down,” Those words and the feel of that mouth being wrapped tightly around him once again forced the first spurt from his throbbing cock. This moment was his downfall, last night he could have written off as a mistake, apologized, and eventually moved on, but now everything had changed. Those eyes looking up at him with so much need, spending himself in that hungry, swallowing mouth, the growls he could hear coming from deep in Ron’s chest? This was his forbidden fruit and he was no better than the Muggle Eve.