(drabble gift) ... the rendevouz ...
Title: ... the rendevouz ...
Written for: ms_cd84 for the Drabble Offer Meme
She wanted: Charlie/Cedric or Cedric/Blaise or Blaise/Charlie... so I gave her all three as a special treat! It was supposed to be 100 words, but the bunny got the better of me.
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: bathroom!Sex & mentions of alley!Sex
Unbeta'd
1.
"He thinks I don't love him," Charlie said between gasps for air, his hands pressed against the wall of the stall. His legs spread, he could feel the tip of a cock press into his aching hole. He inhaled sharply through gritted teeth as the bulbous head slid past the muscled ring.
Dark lips seized hold of his earlobe, nibbling and tugging lightly. Blaise Zabini flicked his tongue and whispered, "Well, do you?"
"Of.. course.. *pant* I do... *grit*... *pant*..."
Zabini's hard cock slithered in and out of Charlie with consummate ease. His strokes were long and deep and his thrusting, furiously hard. They could hear other patrons of the enter the lav as they fucked each other raw in the only stall.
'How rude,' Zabini thought, but then shrugged it off with a 'fuck 'em!'
Charlie began to push back, matching Zabini's thrusts with a fury all his own. His breathing turned into grunting. Zabini was used to fucking dainty blokes; lads who whimpered and begged and whinged. But Weasley? He was a beast, sounding more dragon than man.
'Is this what dragons sound like when they shag?' he wondered.
Even when the orgasm tore from Charlie's cock and sprayed the wall, toilet seat, and floor, he never relented, never let up. His hole puckered and tightened as he shot his load and Zabini could take no more.
He filled Charlie to the brim with his hot spunk.
2.
Cedric agreed to meet Blaise at the discotheque The Ministry in Muggle London. He was unfamiliar with non-magical scenes like these and felt like he stood out amongst the crowd of writhing, nubile young blokes -- and not in a good way.
He watched as shirtless boys danced with shirtless boys; some groping, some practically fucking to the rhythmic cadence of the thunderous pulse of the beat. He could see nipples being flicked, crotches being gropes, lips being captured -- but he didn't see Blaise. He was starting to get nervous and self-conscious. Cedric was one of the darling heartthrobs of Hogwarts, but had his looks held? Or had time and age finally caught up with him?
"You look beautiful as ever, Diggory."
From behind, Zabini wrapped his arms around Cedric's waist, brushing his lips against the nape of his neck before he had time to react.
Cedric turned. "You came."
It sounded more like a question than an observation, as if he were surprised to have not been stood up.
Zabini's hands remained latched on to Cedric's arse. His breath was hot and wet; it reeked of whiskey. When he spoke, his voice wrapped around Cedric like a duvet.
"You sound surprised..."
"I..." Cedric bowed his head. "I don't think he loves me anymore."
His voice was barely a whisper. Zabini leaned in even closer.
"What was that?"
"I don't think he finds me attractive, anymore," Cedric said with far more conviction, looking Zabini is his deep, brown eyes.
"How could he not?"
Before Cedric could answer, they were kissing.
By 1:13 AM, they were drinking.
By 1:34 AM, they were dancing.
By 2:25 AM, they were in the nearby alleyway.
By 2:37 AM, they were fucking.
By 3:02 AM, Cedric was screaming out Zabini's name in worship.
3.
Half past three in the morning, Cedric stumbled through the front door his flat. His skirt remained ripped at the buttons, some of which were now missing. The memory of his excursion with Blaise in the Muggle club still fresh in his mind, he sauntered down the hall to the bedroom, toeing his shoes and kicking his trousers off.
As soon as he staggered into his bedroom, he could smell the unmistakeable tell-tale scent of fuck -- that pungent, ripe adour that burned at the nostrils with the hint of bleach and arse.
He inhaled deeply; he so enjoyed that smell.
"Well...?"
Cedric's eyes opened. Charlie lay waiting for him on the four-poster, wiping remnants of his orgasm from stomach and chest with his sock. He tossed it at Cedric, who caught it deftly and brought it up to his nose. He sniffed the garment longingly before stuffing it in his mouth, tasting the ripe remains of his lover's jizz.
"Mmmh, I lurve yer fuckin' cum, Weasley," he slurred, tossing the glorified cumrag aside and leaning against the doorway for support.
"You're pissed!" Charlie laughed, a booming bark that filled the room. "How was he?"
"Everything you said he'd be," Cedric answered, taking off his shirt and crawling into bed. He captured Charlie's lips in his. "I can't believe he fell for the 'I don't think my boyfriend thinks I'm attractive anymore' trick."
"It's a classic line," Charlie replied. "Never fails. If they think they can fix a broken wing, they'll hop at the chance."
"You shoulda' been a Slytherin," Cedric laughed.
Charlie pulled back enough to admire Cedric's drunken mien, "I told you the bloke could fuck, didn't I?"
"That you did," Cedric conceded as he turn on his side, his back to Charlie.
"I tossed off thinking about him pounding into you," Charlie admitted, wrapping his arms around Cedric and pulling him close. He spooned the brunette, making sure the nestle his cock between Cedric's arse cheeks.
"No fear," Cedric said. "Next time, you'll simply have to be there."
Written for: ms_cd84 for the Drabble Offer Meme
She wanted: Charlie/Cedric or Cedric/Blaise or Blaise/Charlie... so I gave her all three as a special treat! It was supposed to be 100 words, but the bunny got the better of me.
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: bathroom!Sex & mentions of alley!Sex
Unbeta'd
1.
"He thinks I don't love him," Charlie said between gasps for air, his hands pressed against the wall of the stall. His legs spread, he could feel the tip of a cock press into his aching hole. He inhaled sharply through gritted teeth as the bulbous head slid past the muscled ring.
Dark lips seized hold of his earlobe, nibbling and tugging lightly. Blaise Zabini flicked his tongue and whispered, "Well, do you?"
"Of.. course.. *pant* I do... *grit*... *pant*..."
Zabini's hard cock slithered in and out of Charlie with consummate ease. His strokes were long and deep and his thrusting, furiously hard. They could hear other patrons of the enter the lav as they fucked each other raw in the only stall.
'How rude,' Zabini thought, but then shrugged it off with a 'fuck 'em!'
Charlie began to push back, matching Zabini's thrusts with a fury all his own. His breathing turned into grunting. Zabini was used to fucking dainty blokes; lads who whimpered and begged and whinged. But Weasley? He was a beast, sounding more dragon than man.
'Is this what dragons sound like when they shag?' he wondered.
Even when the orgasm tore from Charlie's cock and sprayed the wall, toilet seat, and floor, he never relented, never let up. His hole puckered and tightened as he shot his load and Zabini could take no more.
He filled Charlie to the brim with his hot spunk.
2.
Cedric agreed to meet Blaise at the discotheque The Ministry in Muggle London. He was unfamiliar with non-magical scenes like these and felt like he stood out amongst the crowd of writhing, nubile young blokes -- and not in a good way.
He watched as shirtless boys danced with shirtless boys; some groping, some practically fucking to the rhythmic cadence of the thunderous pulse of the beat. He could see nipples being flicked, crotches being gropes, lips being captured -- but he didn't see Blaise. He was starting to get nervous and self-conscious. Cedric was one of the darling heartthrobs of Hogwarts, but had his looks held? Or had time and age finally caught up with him?
"You look beautiful as ever, Diggory."
From behind, Zabini wrapped his arms around Cedric's waist, brushing his lips against the nape of his neck before he had time to react.
Cedric turned. "You came."
It sounded more like a question than an observation, as if he were surprised to have not been stood up.
Zabini's hands remained latched on to Cedric's arse. His breath was hot and wet; it reeked of whiskey. When he spoke, his voice wrapped around Cedric like a duvet.
"You sound surprised..."
"I..." Cedric bowed his head. "I don't think he loves me anymore."
His voice was barely a whisper. Zabini leaned in even closer.
"What was that?"
"I don't think he finds me attractive, anymore," Cedric said with far more conviction, looking Zabini is his deep, brown eyes.
"How could he not?"
Before Cedric could answer, they were kissing.
By 1:13 AM, they were drinking.
By 1:34 AM, they were dancing.
By 2:25 AM, they were in the nearby alleyway.
By 2:37 AM, they were fucking.
By 3:02 AM, Cedric was screaming out Zabini's name in worship.
3.
Half past three in the morning, Cedric stumbled through the front door his flat. His skirt remained ripped at the buttons, some of which were now missing. The memory of his excursion with Blaise in the Muggle club still fresh in his mind, he sauntered down the hall to the bedroom, toeing his shoes and kicking his trousers off.
As soon as he staggered into his bedroom, he could smell the unmistakeable tell-tale scent of fuck -- that pungent, ripe adour that burned at the nostrils with the hint of bleach and arse.
He inhaled deeply; he so enjoyed that smell.
"Well...?"
Cedric's eyes opened. Charlie lay waiting for him on the four-poster, wiping remnants of his orgasm from stomach and chest with his sock. He tossed it at Cedric, who caught it deftly and brought it up to his nose. He sniffed the garment longingly before stuffing it in his mouth, tasting the ripe remains of his lover's jizz.
"Mmmh, I lurve yer fuckin' cum, Weasley," he slurred, tossing the glorified cumrag aside and leaning against the doorway for support.
"You're pissed!" Charlie laughed, a booming bark that filled the room. "How was he?"
"Everything you said he'd be," Cedric answered, taking off his shirt and crawling into bed. He captured Charlie's lips in his. "I can't believe he fell for the 'I don't think my boyfriend thinks I'm attractive anymore' trick."
"It's a classic line," Charlie replied. "Never fails. If they think they can fix a broken wing, they'll hop at the chance."
"You shoulda' been a Slytherin," Cedric laughed.
Charlie pulled back enough to admire Cedric's drunken mien, "I told you the bloke could fuck, didn't I?"
"That you did," Cedric conceded as he turn on his side, his back to Charlie.
"I tossed off thinking about him pounding into you," Charlie admitted, wrapping his arms around Cedric and pulling him close. He spooned the brunette, making sure the nestle his cock between Cedric's arse cheeks.
"No fear," Cedric said. "Next time, you'll simply have to be there."