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nnyCharlie/Oliver backstory: 11/07/03
What happened when Charlie went to Oliver's.
“Charlie?” Oliver started to back off, and Charlie grabbed his wrist.
“Don’t even think about it.” There was a growl in his voice, and Oliver responded with a feral grin, teeth shining slightly in the moonlight. He tilted his hips forward a little, his cock moving alongside Charlie’s with just enough friction to tease, to make him bite his lip.
Charlie hadn’t let go of Oliver’s wrist, and squeezed it a little, involuntarily, as Oliver’s other hand stroked over his hipbone where his skin was oddly sensitive, up his side and across his chest; he gasped as it scraped briefly over a nipple before moving further up to his neck. He shifted his hips uncomfortably at the unexpected stimulation- he’d never expected it to be that sensitive.
Oliver noticed his reaction and leaned down to kiss him again, tugging his wrist out of Charlie’s grasp and resting his weight on one hand as the other hand returned to Charlie’s chest, pinching and stroking his nipples as he kissed him, swallowing his increasingly frantic groans.
Charlie turned his head to press open-mouthed kisses against the side of Oliver’s face as the other man kissed and nipped his way along his jawline, toward his ear.
“Tell me what you want, Charlie.”
He whimpered a little and pressed his hips upward, against the other man. Oliver nipped his earlobe, lightly.
“Anything… please…”
Oliver’s teeth tugged on the silver earring again, and he hummed softly around it, vibrations through Charlie’s ear making him clench his teeth as he tried to smother a groan.
“God, Charlie… I want to taste you.” Charlie could feel himself blushing, and was grateful for the concealing darkness as he nodded into Oliver’s neck, not trusting his voice.
Oliver moved down a little, pressing himself against Charlie teasingly as he licked and kissed his neck, biting down in the hollow of his collar bone, making him arch up into the sharp pain. His hands were holding Charlie’s hips; thumbs stroking over his hipbones, fingers spread across the top of Charlie’s arse.
Charlie moaned as Oliver slid down further, one leg moving to rest between his as Oliver kissed the centre of his chest, sucking hard enough to burn, hard enough to leave a mark behind, before moving over and licking one nipple while the other was pinched between rough fingers. Oliver switched sides, and Charlie yelped as he was nipped softly between sharp teeth. Warm breath gusted against his chest in a laugh, and he ran his fingers through Oliver's hair, tugging gently in silent reproach.
Oliver grinned up at him, then returned to his task, kissing and licking a trail down Charlie's stomach. Oliver's hands moved down from his hips, stroking along the outside of Charlie's thighs as he marked Charlie's stomach, leaving a bruise darker than the one that decorated his chest.
He leant on one elbow, his other hand moving inward, coming to rest on the bulge in Charlie's jeans. He stroked it softly for a second, the sensation through the thick material maddeningly teasing. That was his only movement, his eyes locked on Charlie's face in the darkness, watching him as he arched his neck, a litany of "fuckOliverpleasemore" falling from his lips.
He moved his hand to Charlie's canvas belt, once more. "Can I...?" Charlie lifted his head and glared at him, before letting it fall back with a thump onto the arm of the sofa as Oliver undid his belt and jeans.
There was a pause, and then a muffled snicker.
Charlie lifted his head again, confused.
"What?"
"Charlie, you have dragons on your boxers. And they're breathing fire."
Charlie covered his face with his hands- it would be today he was wearing Ginny's Christmas present.
Oliver's face was lit up momentarily by a gust of illuminated fire-pattern, highlighting his smirk. He ran the back of his finger along one of the dragons, snout to tail, and Charlie arched into the soft touch, embarrassment forgotten. Oliver took advantage of his raised hips to yank his jeans further down, to around his thighs, then slipped his fingers inside the waistband of Charlie's boxers, stroking over his abdomen and making him shiver.
Oliver hooked his fingers under the elastic, carefully releasing his erection, and he felt another wave of heat rise to his face, another embarrassed flush. He covered his face with one hand, trying to disassociate himself even as he arched into Oliver's touch.
Oliver shoved himself back up the sofa a way, lifting his hand away from his eyes and sighing. "We don't have to do this, you know."
"Yeah. I know."
He stroked Charlie's cheek, his lips, and Charlie pushed out his tongue to taste Oliver's fingers. The other man hissed in a breath.
"God Charlie, you don't make it easy."
Charlie leaned up and kissed him, hard.
"I'm not trying to,” he grinned, and kissed Oliver again, nipping his lower lip. "You're not getting out of this."
Oliver let out a breath, sounding relieved, and pressed him back against the sofa again with a deep kiss. Charlie moaned as Oliver's hand curved around his erection, stroking it not nearly hard enough in counterpoint to the movements of his tongue.
Charlie stroked Oliver's side and back, then slipped his hand under the loose waistband of Oliver's trousers, possessively grabbing Oliver's arse. Oliver gasped, reflexively tightening his fingers on Charlie's cock, forcing a moan from him. Oliver tightened his grip, sped up his hand, and Charlie closed his eyes, panting softly. Girls never got it quite right, never knew exactly how to make it feel so good... But Oliver's grip was perfect. He bit his lip as Oliver whispered in his ear, telling him he was amazing, telling him how much he was wanted, whispering words that he couldn't concentrate enough to hear. He came with a shout, his body bowed around Oliver's still-moving fist.
Oliver released his cock, and kissed him gently. "Guess I'll have to wait to see what you feel like in my mouth." Charlie laughed shakily.
Oliver reached for his wand, and muttered a quick cleaning spell, then got to his feet.
"Come on, Charlie. Up." Charlie mumbled vaguely.
"You stay there, and you'll ache in the morning." He reached down, and Charlie grabbed his hand, letting himself be pulled to his feet. Oliver started toward a door at the side of the room, but Charlie tugged him back by the hand, pulling his trousers up as he did so, fumbling with the button as he reeled Oliver in. He stretched up to kiss the taller man, one hand holding the back of his neck while the other pressed against Oliver's erection. Oliver groaned. "Merlin, Charlie. You have no *idea* what you do to me."
Charlie grinned, wickedly. "Well nothing." He pulled Oliver in for another kiss, and smiled against his lips. "Yet," he muttered, into Oliver's mouth, and squeezed gently.
* * *
More to come... *g*
What can I say? I'm slack...
What happened when Charlie went to Oliver's.
“Charlie?” Oliver started to back off, and Charlie grabbed his wrist.
“Don’t even think about it.” There was a growl in his voice, and Oliver responded with a feral grin, teeth shining slightly in the moonlight. He tilted his hips forward a little, his cock moving alongside Charlie’s with just enough friction to tease, to make him bite his lip.
Charlie hadn’t let go of Oliver’s wrist, and squeezed it a little, involuntarily, as Oliver’s other hand stroked over his hipbone where his skin was oddly sensitive, up his side and across his chest; he gasped as it scraped briefly over a nipple before moving further up to his neck. He shifted his hips uncomfortably at the unexpected stimulation- he’d never expected it to be that sensitive.
Oliver noticed his reaction and leaned down to kiss him again, tugging his wrist out of Charlie’s grasp and resting his weight on one hand as the other hand returned to Charlie’s chest, pinching and stroking his nipples as he kissed him, swallowing his increasingly frantic groans.
Charlie turned his head to press open-mouthed kisses against the side of Oliver’s face as the other man kissed and nipped his way along his jawline, toward his ear.
“Tell me what you want, Charlie.”
He whimpered a little and pressed his hips upward, against the other man. Oliver nipped his earlobe, lightly.
“Anything… please…”
Oliver’s teeth tugged on the silver earring again, and he hummed softly around it, vibrations through Charlie’s ear making him clench his teeth as he tried to smother a groan.
“God, Charlie… I want to taste you.” Charlie could feel himself blushing, and was grateful for the concealing darkness as he nodded into Oliver’s neck, not trusting his voice.
Oliver moved down a little, pressing himself against Charlie teasingly as he licked and kissed his neck, biting down in the hollow of his collar bone, making him arch up into the sharp pain. His hands were holding Charlie’s hips; thumbs stroking over his hipbones, fingers spread across the top of Charlie’s arse.
Charlie moaned as Oliver slid down further, one leg moving to rest between his as Oliver kissed the centre of his chest, sucking hard enough to burn, hard enough to leave a mark behind, before moving over and licking one nipple while the other was pinched between rough fingers. Oliver switched sides, and Charlie yelped as he was nipped softly between sharp teeth. Warm breath gusted against his chest in a laugh, and he ran his fingers through Oliver's hair, tugging gently in silent reproach.
Oliver grinned up at him, then returned to his task, kissing and licking a trail down Charlie's stomach. Oliver's hands moved down from his hips, stroking along the outside of Charlie's thighs as he marked Charlie's stomach, leaving a bruise darker than the one that decorated his chest.
He leant on one elbow, his other hand moving inward, coming to rest on the bulge in Charlie's jeans. He stroked it softly for a second, the sensation through the thick material maddeningly teasing. That was his only movement, his eyes locked on Charlie's face in the darkness, watching him as he arched his neck, a litany of "fuckOliverpleasemore" falling from his lips.
He moved his hand to Charlie's canvas belt, once more. "Can I...?" Charlie lifted his head and glared at him, before letting it fall back with a thump onto the arm of the sofa as Oliver undid his belt and jeans.
There was a pause, and then a muffled snicker.
Charlie lifted his head again, confused.
"What?"
"Charlie, you have dragons on your boxers. And they're breathing fire."
Charlie covered his face with his hands- it would be today he was wearing Ginny's Christmas present.
Oliver's face was lit up momentarily by a gust of illuminated fire-pattern, highlighting his smirk. He ran the back of his finger along one of the dragons, snout to tail, and Charlie arched into the soft touch, embarrassment forgotten. Oliver took advantage of his raised hips to yank his jeans further down, to around his thighs, then slipped his fingers inside the waistband of Charlie's boxers, stroking over his abdomen and making him shiver.
Oliver hooked his fingers under the elastic, carefully releasing his erection, and he felt another wave of heat rise to his face, another embarrassed flush. He covered his face with one hand, trying to disassociate himself even as he arched into Oliver's touch.
Oliver shoved himself back up the sofa a way, lifting his hand away from his eyes and sighing. "We don't have to do this, you know."
"Yeah. I know."
He stroked Charlie's cheek, his lips, and Charlie pushed out his tongue to taste Oliver's fingers. The other man hissed in a breath.
"God Charlie, you don't make it easy."
Charlie leaned up and kissed him, hard.
"I'm not trying to,” he grinned, and kissed Oliver again, nipping his lower lip. "You're not getting out of this."
Oliver let out a breath, sounding relieved, and pressed him back against the sofa again with a deep kiss. Charlie moaned as Oliver's hand curved around his erection, stroking it not nearly hard enough in counterpoint to the movements of his tongue.
Charlie stroked Oliver's side and back, then slipped his hand under the loose waistband of Oliver's trousers, possessively grabbing Oliver's arse. Oliver gasped, reflexively tightening his fingers on Charlie's cock, forcing a moan from him. Oliver tightened his grip, sped up his hand, and Charlie closed his eyes, panting softly. Girls never got it quite right, never knew exactly how to make it feel so good... But Oliver's grip was perfect. He bit his lip as Oliver whispered in his ear, telling him he was amazing, telling him how much he was wanted, whispering words that he couldn't concentrate enough to hear. He came with a shout, his body bowed around Oliver's still-moving fist.
Oliver released his cock, and kissed him gently. "Guess I'll have to wait to see what you feel like in my mouth." Charlie laughed shakily.
Oliver reached for his wand, and muttered a quick cleaning spell, then got to his feet.
"Come on, Charlie. Up." Charlie mumbled vaguely.
"You stay there, and you'll ache in the morning." He reached down, and Charlie grabbed his hand, letting himself be pulled to his feet. Oliver started toward a door at the side of the room, but Charlie tugged him back by the hand, pulling his trousers up as he did so, fumbling with the button as he reeled Oliver in. He stretched up to kiss the taller man, one hand holding the back of his neck while the other pressed against Oliver's erection. Oliver groaned. "Merlin, Charlie. You have no *idea* what you do to me."
Charlie grinned, wickedly. "Well nothing." He pulled Oliver in for another kiss, and smiled against his lips. "Yet," he muttered, into Oliver's mouth, and squeezed gently.
* * *
More to come... *g*
What can I say? I'm slack...
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Date: 2003-11-19 04:31 am (UTC)I love that line. Brilliant! More more more!
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Date: 2003-11-19 07:57 pm (UTC)More, soon, please!!
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Date: 2004-01-08 04:18 am (UTC)"God Charlie, you don't make it easy."
*drool*
*dies*
~J~
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