Let Me Not Admit Impediments
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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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8,003
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15
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Let Me Not Admit Impediments
Title: Let Me Not Admit Impediments
Author: Serene
Pairings: Bill/Charlie, Bill/Fleur, Bill/OFC, Charlie/OMC
Rating: NC17
Status: WIP, unbeta’d
Warnings: Graphic sex scenes between two men who are brothers. Possibly graphic sex scenes between man and woman who are not related.
Author’s Note: The title is a shortened quote from famous Mr Shakespeare’s famous sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds/ Admit impediments, and so on. Well, the sentiment certainly fits.
One
Sometimes, Bill hated the house.
Oh, he loved his home, of course he did. He loved every odd angle and crooked wall and uneven staircase. He loved the small, cluttered rooms. He loved the untidy garden and messy yard. He even loved the damn ghoul lurking in the attic!
But sometimes, he hated the house.
To be more precise, the hated the thin wall that separated his room from the room of his brother Charlie.
Originally, it had been one relatively large room on the second floor of the Burrow. But when more and more brothers arrived and needed a place to sleep, Arthur Weasley had split the one room into two smaller ones by inserting a wall. He had built it himself and was ridiculously proud of it.
Bill didn’t resent the fact that his father had split the one room – originally only his room. He had never resented it. He was willing to share with Charlie. Better Charlie, who was only two years younger than himself, than having one of the babies thrust upon him!
He had never minded until he was sixteen, at home for the summer holidays for the last time, and heard his brother Charlie wank.
He had been lying in bed, only dressed in pyjama pants because it really was too hot for more, and reading the biography Carolus, a medieval wizard famous for his abilities to lift spells or curses off objects. He was deeply immersed in Carolus’s adventure of breaking a curse that had sealed a German family inside of their keep when he heard a groan.
Bill raised his head from the book and looked at the ceiling. He suspected the ghoul. But then he heard another groan, and this time he could clearly tell that it came through the wall he was resting against.
At first not really recognising the sound, he was half-way out of bed to look in on Charlie, suspecting his brother had become ill. The next moan, however, made it blindingly obvious that Charlie wasn’t in need of a tummy-ache potion.
Bill returned to his bed and his book, cheeks flushed. On some level, he had known that Charlie wanked – after all, what healthy teenage boy didn’t – just like he knew that at one point his parents must have had sex. But it wasn’t something you thought about. Hearing his brother moan was …
Uncomfortably arousing.
Bill glared at the noticeable tent in his loose pyjama pants, and told himself this wasn’t really happening. Not because of the moans he was hearing. He was a teenage boy himself, and he knew from experience that he got hard all the time. No, it wasn’t what he was hearing. Nope.
He settled back down and tried to concentrate on Carolus’s clever curse-breaking. But every moan had him twitch, and ever grunt made his cock bob and call for attention. Damn. Bill forced himself to concentrate, furious with himself. Stubbornly, he read each sentence again and again until he had finally understood what it was saying.
When Charlie finally finished with a long, delicious, ‘Uhhhn’ Bill’s knuckles were white from clenching around the book, and he sat stiff like a broomstick to stop his hips from thrusting instinctively.
After a minute or two of silence had passed, Bill slowly relaxed. It was over. He could go back to reading. But he found he couldn’t concentrate at all, even less than before, because his treacherous cock was throbbing and aching and leaking.
Bill flung the book aside and plopped down on the bed. Dammit, this couldn’t be happening! He couldn’t be so hot and hard over hearing his brother – his brother, for Merlin’s sake! – wank. No, clearly not. And therefore he wouldn’t touch himself. No, he wouldn’t.
Bill counted slowly to five hundred in his head before he yanked his pyjama pants down and grabbed his cock. This had been long enough, he thought. He wasn’t wanking now because his brother’s groans had him randy as hell. He was waking because he was a healthy boy of sixteen, yeah.
It only took a few pulls before he came, clenching his teeth, all over his sweaty stomach. He took care not to make any sound. He didn’t want Charlie to hear him.
When his heartbeat had calmed down, Bill cautiously crept out of his room and into the bathroom to clean himself. More confidently, he strode back, plopped down on his bed and grabbed his book.
There. Everything was fine.
*
Author: Serene
Pairings: Bill/Charlie, Bill/Fleur, Bill/OFC, Charlie/OMC
Rating: NC17
Status: WIP, unbeta’d
Warnings: Graphic sex scenes between two men who are brothers. Possibly graphic sex scenes between man and woman who are not related.
Author’s Note: The title is a shortened quote from famous Mr Shakespeare’s famous sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds/ Admit impediments, and so on. Well, the sentiment certainly fits.
One
Sometimes, Bill hated the house.
Oh, he loved his home, of course he did. He loved every odd angle and crooked wall and uneven staircase. He loved the small, cluttered rooms. He loved the untidy garden and messy yard. He even loved the damn ghoul lurking in the attic!
But sometimes, he hated the house.
To be more precise, the hated the thin wall that separated his room from the room of his brother Charlie.
Originally, it had been one relatively large room on the second floor of the Burrow. But when more and more brothers arrived and needed a place to sleep, Arthur Weasley had split the one room into two smaller ones by inserting a wall. He had built it himself and was ridiculously proud of it.
Bill didn’t resent the fact that his father had split the one room – originally only his room. He had never resented it. He was willing to share with Charlie. Better Charlie, who was only two years younger than himself, than having one of the babies thrust upon him!
He had never minded until he was sixteen, at home for the summer holidays for the last time, and heard his brother Charlie wank.
He had been lying in bed, only dressed in pyjama pants because it really was too hot for more, and reading the biography Carolus, a medieval wizard famous for his abilities to lift spells or curses off objects. He was deeply immersed in Carolus’s adventure of breaking a curse that had sealed a German family inside of their keep when he heard a groan.
Bill raised his head from the book and looked at the ceiling. He suspected the ghoul. But then he heard another groan, and this time he could clearly tell that it came through the wall he was resting against.
At first not really recognising the sound, he was half-way out of bed to look in on Charlie, suspecting his brother had become ill. The next moan, however, made it blindingly obvious that Charlie wasn’t in need of a tummy-ache potion.
Bill returned to his bed and his book, cheeks flushed. On some level, he had known that Charlie wanked – after all, what healthy teenage boy didn’t – just like he knew that at one point his parents must have had sex. But it wasn’t something you thought about. Hearing his brother moan was …
Uncomfortably arousing.
Bill glared at the noticeable tent in his loose pyjama pants, and told himself this wasn’t really happening. Not because of the moans he was hearing. He was a teenage boy himself, and he knew from experience that he got hard all the time. No, it wasn’t what he was hearing. Nope.
He settled back down and tried to concentrate on Carolus’s clever curse-breaking. But every moan had him twitch, and ever grunt made his cock bob and call for attention. Damn. Bill forced himself to concentrate, furious with himself. Stubbornly, he read each sentence again and again until he had finally understood what it was saying.
When Charlie finally finished with a long, delicious, ‘Uhhhn’ Bill’s knuckles were white from clenching around the book, and he sat stiff like a broomstick to stop his hips from thrusting instinctively.
After a minute or two of silence had passed, Bill slowly relaxed. It was over. He could go back to reading. But he found he couldn’t concentrate at all, even less than before, because his treacherous cock was throbbing and aching and leaking.
Bill flung the book aside and plopped down on the bed. Dammit, this couldn’t be happening! He couldn’t be so hot and hard over hearing his brother – his brother, for Merlin’s sake! – wank. No, clearly not. And therefore he wouldn’t touch himself. No, he wouldn’t.
Bill counted slowly to five hundred in his head before he yanked his pyjama pants down and grabbed his cock. This had been long enough, he thought. He wasn’t wanking now because his brother’s groans had him randy as hell. He was waking because he was a healthy boy of sixteen, yeah.
It only took a few pulls before he came, clenching his teeth, all over his sweaty stomach. He took care not to make any sound. He didn’t want Charlie to hear him.
When his heartbeat had calmed down, Bill cautiously crept out of his room and into the bathroom to clean himself. More confidently, he strode back, plopped down on his bed and grabbed his book.
There. Everything was fine.
*