Justin stands outside the door for several long moments, hesitating with his hand raised to knock. Charlie's certainly not given him leave to just show up, but the castle is tense and he's tense, and he really wants a nice shag to get his mind off things.

Charlie is inside, fairly collapsed into the sofa. His swords on the ground at his feet and his entire body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He's dressed only in a pair of torn jeans, and muggle rock music is thumping loud through the entire flat.

Justin finally takes a deep breath and knocks. The worst that could happen is Charlie yelling at him and telling him to go away. He can hear the bass inside and knocks again, louder. He's dressed in a black letter skirt, stockings held up with red garters, black heels and a tight pink silk shirt.

Charlie looks up from the sofa, and takes his wand in hand. He waves the music down and kills the wards on his door and kicks up one of his swords, taking it in hand as well. "It's open."

Justin raises an eyebrow and opens the door. A long leg is the first thing you see before his body quickly follows. He looks around, until at last his eyes fall on you on the sofa. He watches you for a long moment, looking at the weapon in your hand. "Is that a sword, or are you just glad to see me?" he finally muses in a husky voice.

Charlie exhales, then gives you one appraising look before looking down at the sword in his hand and standing up. "This..." He emphasises the word. "is a sword." Then he smirks and looks back up at you. "But, I may be happy to see you. Depends on why you're here..."

Justin kicks the door closed with his foot. "A shag, of course," Justin says bluntly. "Things are damn tense up at the school, and I don't know what the fuck is going on. I thought you might could take my mind of things." He eyes your bare chest.

Charlie chuckles and shrugs. "I might be able to... and here I thought you wanted a sword fighting lesson." He chuckles again and then turns, kicking up his other swords and catching them by the hilts, an obviously well practiced move. He walks the few feet to the hallway and returns them to their scabbards on the wall. Then turns to you and motions toward the bedroom. "Well?"

Justin watches your sword play impressed, but says nothing. At your invitation, he sashays toward your bedroom, hips wiggling. He sits on the edge of your bed and kicks off his heels, lifting his skirt to reach for the first garter.

Charlie recasts the wards on his door and then follows you in, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the door, smirking, watching you undress. "Those are nice.."

Justin smiles, and pops the first garter into your chest, chuckling softly as he rolls the stocking down. He then moves to the other legs, repeating the motion, but dropping the garter on the floor. His fingers move to the first button on his top, and he winks at you in a seductive tease.

Charlie chuckles and catches the garter as it hits his chest, looking at it for a moment and then dropping it to the ground. He takes a step forward toward you, his naked chest almost touching your hands at your top. "Trying to tease me?"

"Now, Charlie, sweets, you know I don't tease. You know I put out," he smiles, licking his lips. His fingers still on his buttons to reach out and touch your chest, finger gliding over your nipples and back up again.

"Oh, yes. I seem to remember that..." He doesn't shiver as you touch him, just smirks softly and catches your eye. Taking your hand and placing it back on your own shirt.

Justin makes a small pouty sound, but begins opening his shirt, eyes locked on yours. "I take it you want me naked," he finally says in a throaty voice.

"What gave you that idea?" He teases, his own voice low, and slides a hand to unsnap the front button of his jeans. Breaking his eye contact with you to watch your hand.

Justin's own eyes travel to your hand, watching your jeans open with obvious lust, all the while finishing his buttons and sliding his shirt off his shoulders. His muscles ripple as he does so. Immediately, his hands drop to the back of his skirt, opening the button and lowering the zipper.

Charlie lowers the zipper on his jeans slowly, and then steps forward, one hand resting lighting on your hip. "You know. You're actually pretty cute..." His voice low and teasing still, he leans forward and kisses you lightly.

Justin purrs at that, his head tilting to meet your mouth. "Such flattery," he smiles when you pull back. "It'll get you anything you want," he adds with a wink.

"I'll have to remember that...." He smirks again, moving close against you and grinding his hips slightly against yours. "Though, it doesn't have either of us naked yet?"

"Mmmm," Justin murmurs, reaching for your jeans, and pushing them down over your arse. "Shouldn't take much longer." His lifts up to lick your neck while his hands slide to his own waist.

"No, not if you keep that up." He chuckles and turns to catch your lips, his other hand moving to your hip as well and pushing your skirt down over them.

Justin, of course, is wearing nothing underneath and he moans lightly into your mouth when you remove his skirt. His fingers begin sliding up and down your spine, while his tongue plays with your own inside his mouth.

Charlie closes the small distance that had been separating you, his hips pressing against yours as he pulls you into him. "Well, that's much better." Smirking against your lips before kissing you again, biting at your bottom lip and exploring your mouth with his tongue.

Justin merely nods in agreement, opening his mouth completely to yours and pressing his hips up against you. His hands slide to cup your arse, lightly squeezing the smooth flesh.

Charlie growls softly as you press against him and turns to push you onto the bed. Laying you out and then following, laying on his side beside you, hand on your hip rolling you up onto your side to lean against him. "Much more promising than the way I was planning on spending the night." He chuckles low and kisses you again, licking at your lips.

Justin smiles against your mouth, and runs a knee between your legs, pressing back up against you. "And I thought you might turn me away," he purrs, fingering your nipples once again.

Charlie chuckles. "Oh, I might have...." Sliding one hand around to cup your arse and pull your hips closer to his. "But, I didn't. "

Justin grins. "I'll make you glad you didn't," he says seductively, his mouth moving to your jaw line and down your neck.

"Oh, I don't doubt it." He growls softly again as you lick at his neck and slides one hand up to cup your neck. "What exactly were you planning?"

"Sucking your sweet cock or letting you fuck me, whichever you want," he coos, pressing his own erection against you.

Charlie doesn't answer, just slides onto his back and tightens his hand at your neck. In truth, he's physically still hurting from the exertion of the rescue, but he certainly won't tell you that. So he just directs you lower. "Why don't we try this." Voice dangerously low again.

Justin easily slides down your body, his lips kissing each nipple and his tongue briefly fucking your navel on the way down. His mouth goes to your balls, licking them and suckling while his hands rest on your thighs.

Charlie leans his head back against the pillows and cups your neck more firmly, growling as you get close to his cock, writhing just slightly under you. "Justin. No teasing."

Justin releases your balls, eager to please, and closing his mouth around your head, sucking and laving his head around the tip for just a moment before sucking your completely into his mouth.

"Fuuck..." He growls the work softly, biting his lip though you can't see and shifting his hips to press up into your mouth. "That's good."

Justin moans around your cock, purposely letting the vibrations travel your length as he slides you back out, leaving only your head in his mouth. Then, in one motion, he completely sucks you back in. He repeats the movements, speeding up each time.

Charlie lets his eyes close, and presses up against you at each thrust, his hand moving to your head and exerting just a minor pressure to move you how he wants to, fucking your mouth.

Justin complies almost greedily, opening his mouth and making soft noises with each of your thrust. He relaxes his throat, taking you in as deeply as he can, his tongue and suction continually working over your cock.

Charlie begins moving your head in earnest then, feeling you comply, and fucks his hips up toward you faster. Soft guttural sounds and growls from low in his chest at each thrust.

Justin briefly wonders why you need this release, but he's not one to complain. He loves sucking cock, and lately, yours is one of his favourites. He keeps pace with you, continuing the steady pace, his hot mouth taking your cock in completely.

And for a moment Charlie considers pulling you up roughly and turning you over, fucking you like he would have any other day. But his muscles protest at just the thought, and after a moment of feeling your throat around him it's not an option. "Christ Justin." Words growled as he tightens his hand at your neck, feeling himself close.

Justin moans at that, his own arousal heightening at the passion in your tone. He continues to deep throat you, sucking and licking your cock as if its a treat. He keeps up with your demands easily and willingly.

"Fuuuck." Charlie does shiver then, and only then, growling as he comes. Hand at your throat holding you steady as he pushes into your throat, head falling back against his pillows.

Justin greedily swallows every drop, sucking at you to drain you completely. When you've at last finished, he laps at your cock as if to clean you and raises his head to look up at you. His face is flushed and his lips swollen, and his eyes are twinkling happily.

Charlie catches his breath as you lick him clean and by the time you look up he's almost recovered, lifting his head to look down at you and then pulling you up. "Well. That wasn't exactly what I was expecting to have done tonight." He chuckles and then smirks at you, sliding his hand to tease your hip. "I suppose I should repay the favour."

Justin licks his lips, making a soft noise of agreement. "T'would be nice considering my cock is quite hard," he laughs softly. He leans against your hand, eyes hot on yours.

Charlie rolls onto his side and leans away, locking his eyes with yours and sliding his hand, smirking as he wraps his hand around your length - pumping slowly. "Well, what do you suggest I do about that, hrm?" Voice darkly teasing again.

Justin sighs and closes his eyes. "What do you want to do about it?" he says in a hoarse voice before opening his eyes again. "Do you want to suck me, sweets?"

"Turnabout..." He begins, not bothering to finish the saying. He presses on your shoulder to push you to your back and then slides down your body, hand pumping steadily until he replaces it with his mouth.

Justin falls back heavily, moaning as you move over him. Your hand on him is almost painful he's so hard and when your hot mouth touches him, his back arches against his will. "Fuck, yes," he grinds out.

Charlie chuckles around the head of your cock at your reaction, sliding one hand up your chest to tug at a nipple as he slides his lips down, tongue working along the shaft as he draws the sensation out, keeping his pace slow and lazy despite your state.

Justin continues to moan loudly as well as make incoherent little noises and sighs between. His head thrashes back and forth. "I didn't tease you," he finally gasps, panting.

With you buried in his throat Charlie's chuckle must seem like amazing vibrations, but he pulls back just as slowly and smirks. "No, but this isn't your game." Cocky, voice dangerous and low like always but when he puts his mouth on you again it seems he must have taken pity, because he begins moving on your cock faster than before, working his tongue and trying to make you shiver.

"I was trying to please you, not play a game," Justin finally sighs, swallowing hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He can feel his climax building, and his groin strains toward your mouth. His entire body begins to quiver.

Charlie closes his eyes at your tone and does focus on pleasing you, one hand coming up to cup your balls as the other tugs at your nipple again, mouth moving over you faster.

Justin cries out your name, coming in long, hard bursts. His entire body quakes with his orgasm, and his fingers move into your hair, as his eyes squeeze shut.

Charlie pulls back until just your head is in his mouth and swallows instinctively as you come. Almost growling at the tug in his hair. When you're done, he drops down and then slowly up one more time, milking the last and cleaning you, then pulls off and slides back up beside you. "You did please me. But it's always a game.'"

Justin opens his eyes and sighs softly. "Then expect me to tease you too from now on," he answers simply. His fingers draw circles on your chest. "That was bloody excellent."

"I know..." He winks quickly, stopping himself from saying something about how it's always his game. "But I'm glad you enjoyed it to." Impulsively he traps your hand and draws it up to kiss your fingers, then returns it to his chest.

Justin smiles when you kiss his fingers, and begins his gentle circles again when you put his hand back. His long nails rake your skin, but not painfully. "You going to kick me out now or do I get to sleep again?" he asks teasingly.

Charlie chuckles softly. "You don't have many good men taking you home, if they kick you out after getting off." He winks again and then rolls onto his back. "Of course you can sleep."

"That's one thing I like about you, Charlie Weasley - you always let me stay," he murmurs, curling up next to you. He watches you a moment. "Want me to rub your back?" he offers quietly.

"That the only thing?" He laughs softly and then looks back over at you. "That obvious that my old muscles are killing me? Too much exertion..." He shrugs. "You any good?"

Justin shrugs. "Could any massage possibly be bad?" he teases, lifting an eyebrow. "Roll over and I'll do my worst."

Charlie laughs softly again and shrugs. "I guess that's right." Then rolls over onto his stomach. At a closer look to his back, you'll notice a series of long fine scars, some on his back, some on his side.

Justin climbs onto your back, straddling your arse. He trails a finger gently down some of the longer scars, but says nothing. He's careful to never probe too much into your life for fear you'll kick him out for good. His hands move to your shoulders, squeezing lightly and rolling the muscles under his palms. His kneads down your spine and back up, moving his hands over your entire back in deep strokes.

[And Charlie falls asleep.]