Title: Pennies From Heaven
For: LuvsCharlie
Why: It was her birthday 2008
Summary: Charlie has an amazing smile
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, slash and het
He’s eleven when he realizes he has an ability that will come in handy for the rest of his life. The sun is bright around the village and he’s far ahead of his family, his mother keeping a very sharp eye on him but the day is nice and he can feel his freedom stretch the length of the path and to the ice cream shop at the corner. It’s his favorite place in town, even though they hardly can ever afford to buy ice cream, he likes to watch the colors of sweets in the cartons get dished out to children and adults but he really enjoys their faces, so supremely happy as they lick away at the confection.
“Hello.” He jumps back, away from the glass he hasn’t realized he was pressed up against and stares at the girl with bright blonde hair cut around her chin and dark blue eyes. He hands quickly go to his pockets, glancing around to see if his family had caught up to him yet. They have not.
“Hi.” Her bright blue dress matches her ice cream cone and Charlie knows, he knows from the sweet berry smell and the way her hands are sticky that it’s cotton candy flavored.
“Are you going to get one? This flavor is lovely.” She smiles around the cone and he licks his lips, cotton candy was such a good flavor.
“Nah…” He trails off, breaking eye contact with the cone and shuffling his feet. He brings his hands out of his pockets, showing her how empty they are except for the bits of lint, before smiling at her. He doesn’t want her to feel guilty so he just smiles. her pale cheeks grow pink and her eyes wide before she holds out her cone.
“You can have mine.” His hand comes out to shove the cone back, but she’s already placed the cone into his hand and stuck her tongue out, running back to a woman at the corner of the street. Charlie watches in rapture as the cone comes to his mouth and he licks the sweet taste of cotton candy into his mouth. He can faintly hear the blonde girl telling her mother that her ice cream cone had fallen on the floor and she desperately needed another.
As he sits on a chair outside the shop, watching the children walk up the lane, waiting to see the tell tale signs of red hair, Charlie smiles at the young girls as they pass. He gets the same reaction out of all of them, high cheeks blush in all different shades and hues.
Yes, he’s eleven when he realizes his smile has many powers.
<3
He’s thirteen when he feels the snitch’s wings beat against his fingers and the roar of the pitch at Hogwarts. His feet touch the ground, his broom swept away in the crowd as his team congratulates him in a shower of hugs, cheers and enthusiastic pats on the back. For the first time in the two years since he’s been at Hogwarts, Charlie forgets about his too short robes and his extremely talented and overshadowing brother. He lets the thoughts of his pregnant Mum and slacking grades slip away from him. Because the crowd, well, they are thanking him for being so wonderful just the way he is.
The crowd fades but the euphoria of winning the game stays with him as he walks to the locker room. The party in the common room was going to be amazing and he can not wait to take his first shot of Firewhiskey, Bill had promised.
“Great game.”
Charlie spins around, almost tripping on his Quidditch robe to find a very tall girl with purple hair and matching eyes.
“Thanks.” He smiles broadly and she blushes, he thinks that maybe he likes the way she blushes a tad bit more than he likes the way all the other girls blush at him when he smiles their way.
“Think you can get me into the celebration?” She’s smiling at him, stepping closer to him until he can see all the different hues of purple in her eyes.
“Sure thing.” His voice cracks just a bit at the end but she doesn’t seem to notice, so he smiles again. Before he can even register how nice and pink her lips are she’s pressing them against his own. She smells like hydrangeas and apples. He feels like he should do something, like wrap his arms around her or something but she pulls away before he can act on any of his scattered thoughts.
“See you by the fat lady.” She smiles again, her eyes and hair turning pink before his eyes before bounding up the stairs, tripping twice and disappearing out of sight.
Charlie touches his lips and smiles, whistling as he turns into the locker rooms for a shower. As he strips off his uniform and turns the water to very, very cold, he thinks that his smile may just be good for more than free ice cream.
<3
He’s fifteen when he realizes how well his smile works on women as Nymphadora Tonks lies beneath him, naked as the day she was born. She jokes about breasts, making them larger before shrinking them back again. He’s eager and horny, but she does look fabulous. And the first time he slips inside of her, he almost comes from the sheer tightness of her cunt.
He tries to smile down at her but she just laughs at him, high and giddy.
“You don’t have to charm me now, Charlie. You’ve already got my kit off.” He tries to think about why she’s not uncomfortable because didn’t Bill tell him it hurts for the girls first time, but he can’t because she moving and he has no choice but to thrust into her. His hands grab her hips and he holds nothing back as she mewls underneath him, her pink hair long and thrashing on the gold sheets. Her tits bounce every time he thrusts into her and he comes hard and long inside her, not very soon after.
He’s still hard inside of her as she guides his rough fingers down to her clit and teaches him exactly how to touch her to make her shout and her hair to go all sorts of rainbow colors.
As they lay in bed talking about nothing and everything, he’s pretty sure Tonks is the greatest girl he’s ever met and he starts to wish he had never let that other Ravenclaw girl blow him in the bathroom yesterday and that Hufflepuff in the morning who let him titty fuck her. But when he looks across the pillow at the smiling face of Nymphadora, he knows she knows of his indiscretions, even if they weren’t sex. He also knows his smile will never make her love him, because she’s too damn good for him.
But it is his smile that convinces her to morph a cock and fuck Charlie into the mattress two months later.
<3
He’s sixteen when he decides that Quidditch is not the career for him. He spends most of his time dreaming about dragons and floo calling different Reserves to set up interviews. When he tells McGonagall she smiles broadly at him and asks him if he still wants to be Captain. He smiles then and enjoys the way she fights the blush on her cheeks. Charlie shakes his head and tells her to give it to Wood, because he crazy enough to make it a career. She laughs before turning around and yelling at a group of fourth years who were throwing dungbombs at the firsties.
They lose their next game and Oliver Wood looks like he might actually drown himself in the showers. Charlie had waited until everyone had left to go talk to Oliver. And even though Nymphadora gave him a pre-game shag, her cunt magically rippling over his cock as she rode him in the dorm rooms, a gag in his mouth to keep him from waking his dorm mates and even though James Tucker gave him a quick suck off before the game, he’s still hard as stone after the game. Quidditch always makes him horny and the sight of Oliver in the showers doesn’t help the fact, even if he does look a bit suicidal.
He strips off and steps into the shower, not bothering to hide his erection or the way he is staring at Oliver Wood. It takes Oliver five minutes before he notices Charlie. He blushes bright red but doesn’t turn away.
Charlie just smiles.
And he smiles even wider when Oliver’s cock inflates faster than a muggle balloon. It takes two strides for Charlie to press Oliver against the cool shower wall and snog the living fuck out of the young boy. Oliver melts into him and Charlie is reminded of how young he is… so he sinks to his knees, nipping and sucking his way down Oliver’s body until Oliver is thrusting into thin air and making the most fantastic whimper sounds.
Oliver’s cock is thick and feels wonderfully heavy in his mouth, he tugs so hard on Charlie’s hair and Charlie idly wonders if it’s a hair thing or a ginger thing. Charlie loves to suck cock, and has always liked it but he hardly ever gets to because (and he’s not being arrogant) everyone is always immediately sinking to their knees for his cock. Nymph always lets him and he thanks her for that.
Charlie hallows his cheeks and swipes his tongue on the underside of Oliver’s cock and watches the boy unravel. It doesn’t take long before Oliver is fucking Charlie’s mouth, unable to keep control of his hips before he’s coming hard down Charlie’s throat. Charlie swallows and slides back up Oliver’s body. He sucks on his sensitive nipples and chuckles when Oliver yelps in pleasure and Charlie takes note of Oliver’s semi hard cock.
He kisses Oliver and it only takes a few more kisses before Oliver is hard again. Charlie watches as Oliver connects the dots on his skin and Charlie smiles. Oliver stares back before wordlessly turning around, arching his back for Charlie. It is tempting and it takes a few seconds for Charlie to remind himself how young Oliver is. He shakes his head twice and kisses his way across Oliver’s shoulders and pushes Oliver’s legs together.
Charlie moves, thrusting his cock between Oliver’s arse cheeks and thighs, while his hand wanks Oliver off.
They come almost simultaneously, Oliver watching Charlie’s freckled hand on his cock the entire time. Charlie washes the boy off, rinsing himself off as well before turning the shower off and handing him a towel. He’s late to meet Nymph and he towels off quickly and walks quickly to where he striped his clothes off earlier in the day.
“Oliver!”
“Yeah?” His reply is tentative.
“Is it a Quidditch thing or a ginger thing?” The smile is evident in his voice and the silence after his words echoes through the locker room.
“Ginger.” Oliver pops his head out of the showers and Charlie finishes up his buttons. He turns to Oliver and smiles again, letting it wash over them both.
“You should chat my little brother up then, he’s fancied you for years.”
Decades later, at a 50th partner anniversary for his brother, Charlie would joke that it was his smile that made Oliver snog Percy and so therefore he was responsible for their successful relationship.
<3
Charlie is ready to win the Quidditch cup when he’s seventeen and decides to blow off steam with his older brother in the Hogshead the night before. They are five drinks in when a tall, blonde girl buys them both a drink and then leaves for the restroom. It only takes Charlie about two minutes to finish his drink and excuse himself to the restroom and fuck the girl on the sink counter in the dingy bathroom.
They are seven drinks in when a seedy man offers to sell Charlie the best sex toy of his life. After a few dodgy pictures and a rather rude demonstration, Charlie concedes because a magical dildo that fucks in time with whoever he’s fucking seems like a pretty great idea; even if he is a bit drunk.
They are ten drinks in when Charlie starts to notice the way Bill’s eyes linger on his broom calloused hands and the curve of his collar bone beneath his white t-shirt. He also notices the way Bill’s eyes never leave his mouth when Charlie is talking. He also notices how his prick seems to like the idea of his older brother watching him.
They are twelve drinks in when Charlie stops denying that his brother is indeed, very much a fuckable man and if Charlie had ever seen him in a club, he would not hesitate to seduce him into his bed. So, Charlie does what he would normally do when he wants someone; he smiles.
They are fifteen drinks in when Charlie drags Bill up to his room for the night and moans into his brother’s mouth, kissing away any lingering doubt Bill had about getting fucked by his younger brother. And every time his mind reminds him that it’s his brother he’s undressing, he moans loudly because it’s one of the best things his smile has ever done for him.
Bill is so much different from him, despite them being brothers. He’s all lean lines, and thin muscle. And Charlie takes his time in sucking hickeys into Bill’s neck and all over his chest, pinching and nipping at nipples until Bill admits that he’s never done this with any man before.
Charlie moans against Bill’s cock as he realizes he’s about to take his brother’s virginity. Charlie licks and sucks at his brother’s cock, which is also very different from is own; Bill’s is long and hooks slightly to the left where his own is thick and straight and borders on painfully long. He throws Bill’s shoulders over his head and licks into Bill’s hole until he’s fucking him with his tongue. He likes the way Bill is silent except for deep, throaty moans and tiny gasps of his name.
Yes, Charlie likes the sound of his name on Bill’s lips in the throws of passion very much.
It doesn’t take long before Charlie is thrusting three fingers in and out of his brother, brushing his prostate again and again.
“Fuck, Charlie… need you…” Charlie gasps at the look in Bill’s eye and nods. Bill turns over and pulls himself up onto his hands and knees. Charlie has to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from coming at the sight of his brother, long and freckled and ready to be fucked. He’s rubbing his cock at Bill’s slackened entrance when Bill looks over his shoulder, a naughty glint in his eye.
“The toy, Charlie.” Bill’s voice is rough and hot and Charlie nods. He steps off the bed and walks to his trouser pocket. The thin toy looks exactly like a pencil and he studies it as he walks back to the bed. But Charlie gets distracted by Bill, still on his hands and knees and fisting his own cock.
“Give me that.” Bill yanks the toy out of Charlie’s hand and rubs the tip of his cock against it, smearing his pre-come all over it. Instantly the toy begins to change in Bill’s hand and he hands it back to Charlie.
It looks exactly like Bill’s.
Charlie moans loudly as he scrambles back onto the bed and back into position behind Bill. Bill takes his wand and suddenly the replica of Bill’s cock is out of Charlie’s hands and he can feel it at his entrance. Bill’s head turns again over his shoulder.
“Don’t you need lube?”
Charlie shivers and shakes his head at Bill.
“Nah, I want you to fuck me dry. Just you.” Bill’s eyes go wide and roll back into his head as Charlie presses into Bill’s ring of muscles and the toy-cock presses into Charlie from behind. It feels so warm and real that Charlie has to stop because the burning and pleasure are too much that he thinks he might come if he’s not careful.
He works himself in slowly, trying to enjoy the fact that he’s fucking his brother while Bill’s cock is fucking him. It feels like forever but finally Charlie is seated against Bill, balls tight against his brother’s arse. The cock in his own arse burns like fire but it feels so good that Charlie wonders how masochistic he really is.
Charlie pulls back slowly, and curses and the dry scrape of the toy in his arse, he thrusts in slowly too, enjoying the slow arch of Bill’s back beneath him. Soon enough, Bill is getting louder though and Charlie cants his hips to brush Bill’s prostate that the cock in his arse hit it his own spot.
“FUCK! FUCK ME HARDER, CHARLIE!” Bill practically screams at him and Charlie’s hips go flying, unable to control the feeling of fullness and tight, warm heat everywhere. It doesn’t take long until they are both coming with each other’s cocks in their arses and each other names on their lips.
As they both lay in the dirty bed, panting and realizing how fucking brilliant that was. They start laughing and kissing and Charlie thinks that Bill might be added to the list of his dirty secrets he frequents, like Nymphadora, cock sucking and dragons.
Just before he falls asleep wrapped in the arms of his brother Bill, Charlie hopes he dies smiling, so the power of his smile will keep God from sending him straight to hell.
