Fatherly Feelings

Six

And Coel Blotts did found out that Arthur Weasley was indeed as clever as everybody said, for Arthur found occasion beyond their weekly times in his bed for Coel to bring him pleasure.

Sometimes Coel even thought those occasions where better than in bed, when he could hear Arthur moan his pleasure. During their secret meetings, they were in places where they could be found if they were careless. Coel liked the strange thrill of the idea that he could be found with Arthur. Arthur always took precautions, of course, but there were so many people around him – other students with questions or problems, girls, especially one very pretty one with what people called chestnut hair, his mates – that Coel thought detection could be possible.

Arthur, although he knew that it was unlikely that they were found, he always took care of that, was thrilled as well. The thought that only a Silencing Charm or a spell that diverted his schoolfellows’ attention from him stood between them made the affair seem more daring. And sneaking away from everyone’s notice to meet Coel always sped his heartbeat up and made his cock hard and achy with need.

Their favourite spots, carefully chosen by Arthur so that no other couple seeking solitude would disturb them, were an unused classroom on the third floor, away from the highly frequented corridors, and a nook in another corridor on the first floor. Arthur took care that, every time after they had passed in or out of their hiding place, he would make the dust they had stirred settle down again.

Once in one of their hiding places, Coel would quickly slip out of his robes, trousers and pants. Arthur usually sat down on a conjured chair or couch, and dropped his trousers and pants to his ankles. His prick was always already raging hard, sometimes leaking.

Coel would either sit down on his lap or lay down on the couch. If he sat down, Arthur liked to have him sit his back to Arthur’s front, and he would thrust his cock between Coel’s thighs, and then look over the boy’s shoulder down at the purple head popping up between the boy’s creamy white thighs. Sometimes he thrust, sometimes Coel moved his legs, rubbing the swollen flesh. Arthur loved this position; he loved watching, and especially did he love brushing his cock against Coel’s in that position, although Coel never hardened. It still caused Arthur to growl and pant.

Other times, Coel would sit on Arthur’s lap facing him. Arthur would then rub his cock between Coel’s arse-cheeks. He always had to use one hand to keep his cock in place, so he couldn’t thrust as hard as he wanted because for that he needed both hands to keep Coel steady. But it enabled him to kiss the boy. He had learned to one or other trick about kissing from Molly, and although the boy never kissed back, he was placid enough. And Arthur liked thrusting his tongue into Coel’s sweet mouth, or suck on his tongue.

Coel liked the position because Arthur could shoot his load down onto the floor more easily, and he rather preferred that to being splashed suddenly with hot, sticky liquid. Although he never again complained about that. Arthur clearly loved splashing him, and then rubbing the stuff all over Coel’s body. And if it pleased Arthur, it was fine with him. Besides, Arthur always cleaned him afterwards.

If they lay down, it was pretty much as if they were in Arthur’s bed. Only Arthur didn’t groan as loudly.

But as sweet and as satisfying those secret meetings were, they weren’t enough for Arthur. Sometimes, if the coast was clear so to speak, he would pounce on the boy. Coel thought these occasions funny; he always had to stifle a giggle.

The first time Arthur did this was in the library, of all places. It was late on a Friday afternoon, and the library was almost empty. Most students had retired for the weekend. Arthur had gained permission to get a book from the Restricted Section for his Defence homework. On his way back, he spotted a small figure with silver blond hair standing in front of a shelf. He recognised him immediately, and the sight of Coel alone in a shadowy corner of the library made Arthur hard within seconds.

He cast a quick glance around; there were no other students near. He could hear Madam Pince at her desk, chiding one hapless student for her mistreatment of a book. Knowing that he was save for at least fifteen minutes, Arthur dove between the shelves and advanced so quickly that he had grabbed Coel around the waist before the boy had even turned his head.

Coel squeaked in surprise, and Arthur hastily stifled the sound by putting his hand over the boy’s mouth.

‘Shh, it’s me,’ he whispered.

Coel giggled and licked Arthur’s palm. Arthur’s prick jumped, demanding to be licked as well. Arthur bit down a groan.

Quickly, he drew his wand from his sleeve and cast a Bubble of Silence around them. They could hear people, but no one could hear them. Hurriedly, Arthur stuffed his wand back, and then tugged the boy’s robes up and his trousers down. His own trousers took longer because his hand was shaking so hard. Then, he wrapped one arm securely around Coel’s waist and lifted the boy up.

Coel squeaked again in surprise.

‘Shhh.’ Arthur licked the boy’s ear. ‘Put your hands onto the shelf and hold tight.’

Coel did as he was told, wriggling slightly and trying not to giggle. Arthur slipped his cock between the boy’s thighs, wrapped his other arm around the boy as well, and thrust. Coel’s arms gave way the first time, and afterwards Arthur used less force and Coel more to keep them steady.

It was over very quickly. Arthur had already been highly aroused, and this new position was very delightful to him as he could shift Coel whichever way he wanted. Within a short time, he buried his face in Coel’s neck to stifle the deep grunts he couldn’t stop from making as he spilled his seed.

After he had put the boy down, cancelled his spell, and cleaned both themselves, Coel turned to grin at him.

‘That was fun,’ he said.

Arthur leaned down and kissed him deeply. ‘Yes, sweetie. It was great fun. Now, off you go.’

Coel winked and hurried away. Arthur thought he’d better wait some time, as not to arouse suspicion. As he looked at the bookshelf, however, a deep flush spread over his cheeks and down his neck, and hurriedly he got his wand out again for a couple more Cleaning Charms. He had forgotten that a Bubble of Silence only stopped sound, not sperm, from escaping, and the books were spattered with a good few dollops.

Next time, Arthur told himself, he had to think of that before.

There came a few more sudden opportunities. Arthur never hesitated, whether it happened to be at the Quidditch pitch (he tugged Coel under the stands), or after Coel’s Herbology class when the boy had stayed behind to clean up for Professor Roote (there were enough tall plants to hide behind, even in Greenhouse One). Sometimes Arthur was surprised that they never seemed to arouse suspicion, and never were caught.

When he was finally caught, it was kissing Molly Prewett behind Greenhouse Five, and Caretaker Pringle gave him such a thrashing that he couldn’t sit comfortably for several days, and such a lecture that he swore his ears kept ringing for days afterwards. Coel was sympathetic, though jealous of Molly. Molly was quite pleased to have their names connected in this way.

Arthur thought about what his father had written him years ago concerning perversions, and decided the best thing he could do was marry Molly after they’d finished school. He liked her a lot, after all. Plus, she was a fantastic kisser. And if he wanted to become a father, he had to marry after all. As soon as he could move without wincing, he asked Molly, who squealed in delight and would have kissed him again had he not stopped her.

‘Only after we’re married,’ Arthur said, and Molly batted her eyelashes.

‘Your buttocks still sore?’

Coel sulked for a week.