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Prompt: jeans
Characters: Charlie/Viktor
Summary: Viktor is in Charlie’s cupboard.
Length: 538
Rated: NC-17
A/N: Thank you for the inspiring prompt, Lee. *hug*
Charlie had been in love before. Three times, in fact- once with a bird, twice with blokes- and he’d fucked around for years without a moments thought to commitment. But as he drifted off to sleep, sweaty and sticky, with Viktor’s arm slung over his hips, he drowsily thought, "Bollocking hell. I think this is a bloody relationship."
When he woke up a few hours later, he was alone in the rumpled bed.
"Krum?" he muttered to the darkness.
Viktor had to come to stay with Charlie in his little flat in the reservation dormitories. He was on a ten-day hiatus from the Vultures’ punishing schedule, and was spending the entire holiday with Charlie in Romania. Relationship, Charlie thought again, and let the word tumble around in his brain for a moment.
"I am here." Viktor’s voice was soft and deep, and coming from the direction of Charlie’s cupboard.
"What are you doing in there?" Charlie pulled himself up, naked and sore, and stretched to get some of the kinks out of his back. Two straight days in bed with a beast could be brutal on a bloke. "Trying on outfits?"
Viktor was silent. Perhaps he was? Charlie trotted across the room and peered into the cupboard to see.
Someday, Charlie considered, he would catch sight of Viktor and not get a brilliant burn in his gut, but that had not happened yet. Viktor’s wand was illuminating the cupboard. He was standing there naked, running his hands (oh god, those hands) over Charlie’s folded stack of battered and filthy jeans.
Charlie eased into the cupboard and wound an arm around Viktor’s waist, pressing himself against the massive slab of Viktor’s back and placing a possessive hand on his flat stomach. "Come back to bed." He sucked at the dark skin of Viktor's throat.
"I could have a pair?" Viktor asked, turn his head slightly so that his nose bumped against Charlie’s cheek.
"Of my jeans?" Charlie asked.
Viktor leaned into Charlie, all hard muscle and skin. "When I was small, all we want was jeans. American jeans. Wrangler. Levi. My sister, Ivana, she got them, from a boy in her school who moved from New York. She wrapped those in plastic and almost wore them to get married in, I think."
Charlie’d met Ivana, a formidable woman who now only wore flowered house dresses and aprons. He grinned, and hugged Viktor harder.
"We would try to transfigure, but they never were correct. Always you could tell." Viktor started to grind himself, very casually, against Charlie. Charlie responded by dropping his hand to Viktor’s cock.
"Don't you have all the jeans you could want now?" Charlie asked, his breath starting to come a bit harder.
"No, not yours," Viktor continued, his head falling backwards onto Charlie’s shoulder. "I must have yours. They will help me to think of you, make it not so difficult every day. When I am away." Krum spread his legs and pushed back, hard, into Charlie.
"Hell, Krum, when you put it like that..." Charlie muttered, matching Viktor’s rhythm and rubbing his stiffening cock into the smooth crevice of Viktor’s arse. "You can take the lot."
Relationship, indeed, Charlie thought, and he pulled Viktor to the floor in an avalanche of denim.
For:
snegurochka_leePrompt: jeans
Characters: Charlie/Viktor
Summary: Viktor is in Charlie’s cupboard.
Length: 538
Rated: NC-17
A/N: Thank you for the inspiring prompt, Lee. *hug*
Charlie had been in love before. Three times, in fact- once with a bird, twice with blokes- and he’d fucked around for years without a moments thought to commitment. But as he drifted off to sleep, sweaty and sticky, with Viktor’s arm slung over his hips, he drowsily thought, "Bollocking hell. I think this is a bloody relationship."
When he woke up a few hours later, he was alone in the rumpled bed.
"Krum?" he muttered to the darkness.
Viktor had to come to stay with Charlie in his little flat in the reservation dormitories. He was on a ten-day hiatus from the Vultures’ punishing schedule, and was spending the entire holiday with Charlie in Romania. Relationship, Charlie thought again, and let the word tumble around in his brain for a moment.
"I am here." Viktor’s voice was soft and deep, and coming from the direction of Charlie’s cupboard.
"What are you doing in there?" Charlie pulled himself up, naked and sore, and stretched to get some of the kinks out of his back. Two straight days in bed with a beast could be brutal on a bloke. "Trying on outfits?"
Viktor was silent. Perhaps he was? Charlie trotted across the room and peered into the cupboard to see.
Someday, Charlie considered, he would catch sight of Viktor and not get a brilliant burn in his gut, but that had not happened yet. Viktor’s wand was illuminating the cupboard. He was standing there naked, running his hands (oh god, those hands) over Charlie’s folded stack of battered and filthy jeans.
Charlie eased into the cupboard and wound an arm around Viktor’s waist, pressing himself against the massive slab of Viktor’s back and placing a possessive hand on his flat stomach. "Come back to bed." He sucked at the dark skin of Viktor's throat.
"I could have a pair?" Viktor asked, turn his head slightly so that his nose bumped against Charlie’s cheek.
"Of my jeans?" Charlie asked.
Viktor leaned into Charlie, all hard muscle and skin. "When I was small, all we want was jeans. American jeans. Wrangler. Levi. My sister, Ivana, she got them, from a boy in her school who moved from New York. She wrapped those in plastic and almost wore them to get married in, I think."
Charlie’d met Ivana, a formidable woman who now only wore flowered house dresses and aprons. He grinned, and hugged Viktor harder.
"We would try to transfigure, but they never were correct. Always you could tell." Viktor started to grind himself, very casually, against Charlie. Charlie responded by dropping his hand to Viktor’s cock.
"Don't you have all the jeans you could want now?" Charlie asked, his breath starting to come a bit harder.
"No, not yours," Viktor continued, his head falling backwards onto Charlie’s shoulder. "I must have yours. They will help me to think of you, make it not so difficult every day. When I am away." Krum spread his legs and pushed back, hard, into Charlie.
"Hell, Krum, when you put it like that..." Charlie muttered, matching Viktor’s rhythm and rubbing his stiffening cock into the smooth crevice of Viktor’s arse. "You can take the lot."
Relationship, indeed, Charlie thought, and he pulled Viktor to the floor in an avalanche of denim.
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