Charlie is sitting in a back table at the Three Broomsticks in a pair of loose black jeans and a tight shirt - a clear view of the bar so that he can watch the door and motion to the barmaid when he needs a new drink. His back is to the wall. There's a line of empty shot glasses sitting in front of him.

Justin walks in and heads for the bar, not noticing Charlie. He props up a heeled foot on bottom of the bar, and orders a bottle of Magiquila. For once, he's not looking to get picked up.

Charlie doesn't notice Justin come in, as he's too busy downing another shot of the thick liquor he's been drinking. "'Merta. Another ... er... five..." His voice loud over the small crown in the pub - slurred slightly, but definitely his.

Justin's head lifts and swivels in your direction. His eyes fall on you, and he gets an amused grin on his face. He tries to catch your eye across the room.

Rosmerta notices you perk up and sits three shot glasses in front of you. "You wanna take these to him, honey? And then you can tell him he's had too many." Her eyes twinkling, but firm in that. For his part, Charlie is still staring, rather groggily, into the last shot glass he slammed down.

Justin flashes Rosmerta a grin. "I'll take them, but you can tell him the rest," he chuckles, moving across the room toward you, hips swinging. "Personal delivery for Charlie Weasley," he says in an airy tone.

Charlie blinks into the glass for a second and then turns to look at you. "Justin..." Then his eyes hit the drinks and he smiles, he chuckle almost a growl. "Now, those are the types of deliveries I like." And he reaches for one, kicking out the chair next to him for you to sit.

Justin sinks into the chair with a grin as Rosmerta brings him a fresh Magiquila. "On me," she grins and Justin gratefully nods. "So, Charlie, why you getting pissed?"

Charlie flashes Rosmerta a smile, but a little more slowly than his usual charm. then swivels back to you as she walks away and shrugs. "Because I can. Why are you?" And he downs the shot, slamming the glass down in line with the others almost violently.

"I'm not pissed, yet," he points out. "Rosmerta says those are the last ones she's serving you." Justin instinctively leans back, expecting your anger at his words.

"She's been saying that for the last ten, too." He snorts and picks up another shot glass, leaning against the side of the table when he moves too quickly to pick it up and makes himself dizzy.

Justin reaches to steady you, looking a bit concerned. "I think she means it this time," he murmurs.

"Oh..." He leans into your hand support more than he would under normal circumstances and furrows his brow. Then he leans back slowly in his chair again and takes a deep breath before shrugging. "I have more at home." His words quick and slurred before he slams the next shot.

"Of course you do," Justin purrs, "but that doesn't mean you need anymore. I think you're happily sloshed," he grins, taking a drink off his own bottle.

"Happily." He mumbles, blinking into the empty shotglasses and then turning to the last one. He considers if for a very long moment, reaching out for it and then dropping his hand to the table. "If I drink that, I won't be able to stand up...." Speaking almost to himself.

"Shall I drink it for you and get you home?" Justin offers. He's actually worried about you, but expects you to reject his help.

"I'll do it..." He snaps, swerving in his chair slightly toward you and taking the last shotglass before you can say anything. He frowns at it, then settles into a determined look - if sloppy - and downs it, slams it down onto the table. Having to lean against the table as he does so.

"And I didn't plan to go home with anyone tonight," he chuckles, "but I think I should walk with you. What do you say?" He rests a hand on your arm delicately.

"Didn't plan to... you losing your touch, or am I?" He chuckles low and leans into you again, trying to stand up by bracing his hand on your shoulder, but it doesn't quite work.

Justin feels fortunate to have a muscled physique as he wraps an arm about your waist to steady you. "I seriously doubt you'll ever lose your touch, doll," he murmurs, moving you slowly toward the door.

Charlie laughs aloud at that, stumbling as you move him, but pulling himself up to walk as straight as he can, leaning against you only as much as he has to - which is, admittedly, more than he would like. He's not used to accepting support. Once you've got him outside and are headed for his flat he casts groggy looks over his shoulder every few feet, almost falling over as he does it.

Justin steadies you again, turning to glance behind and seeing nothing. "What are you looking at?" he asks quietly. He eyes the stairs to your flat with an inward sigh. This is going to be fun, he muses.

"Nothing..." But his voice is cautious and dark, even if it is dulled by the drunkenness. When you stop walking he also turns to look at the stairs, glaring at them. "fu.. Fuck."

Justin grins. "We can do this, sweets," he assures you. "I'll help you." He moves to the bottom step, grateful you can take them side by side. "Okay, handsome, lift your foot for the first step. Its the hardest."

Charlie looks at you, at the stairs, then back at you, and back at the chairs, and then back at you - and then starts laughing, loud and hard. So hard that he doubles over and almost falls into the bottom step - he can't catch his breath he's laughing so hard.

Justin releases you long enough to slip off his heels, and has to quickly grab you to keep you from falling. "Want to sleep in the alley?" he simpers, hands on his hips. "I'm trying to help you here."

"Justin. We're. Wizards." He chokes each word out between more fits of drunken laughter. "We. Can. Hover."

"Well, fuck, I guess I had more to drink than I thought," he pouts. "I think I'll turn red and disappear now." He watches you laugh a moment more, blushing crimson. "Fine, are you sober enough to use your wand?"

Charlie is still laughing, but he nods and tries to stand up, falters into another fit of laughter and then does stand, bracing himself with one hand on the stairwell for a few long moments as he catches his breath - still laughing but softer. After a moment he snakes that arm around your waist and takes out his wand - his movements not near as graceful as anyone has come to expect from him. "Moscatius!" The spell lifts you both from the ground and with a wave of his want deposits you at his door, where he stumbles against you and pushes you against the stairwell.

Justin mutters under his breath about being Muggle born as your spell takes them upstairs. At the top, he reaches to steady you again, his arms going about your waist. "You're even cute when you're pissed," he comments in your ear.

"I know I am." Charlie purrs, seeing the opportunity to cover up his stumbling by pressing against you and licking at the space below your ear.

"I take it drinking makes you horny?" Justin teases, lifting his chin to give you better access. His hands remain unmoving on your waist. As always, he's both amused and turned on by your cocky attitude.

"No, almost falling over makes me horny." He spits out sarcastically, then laughs again and nips at your earlobe, one hand sliding to your hip both to level himself and to grind your hips against his.

Justin can't help but respond, pressing his groin back against yours. "Good thing I stopped in for a drink then," Justin points out, hands sliding up and down your back.

Charlie snorts softly and nods against your neck. "We should go inside..." But he makes no move to step back, since he knows he'd likely fall down the stairs if he tried - so instead the grinds against you again, this time his erection pressing against yours.

"If you'll open the door, I'll get us inside. You can even hover us in," he moans softly, his own cock stiffening. "I'll help you get comfortable."

"The keys are in my pocket." A drunken smirk against your cheek before he begins kissing your neck again.

"What about the wards?" he asks hoarsely, reaching for the keys.

Charlie doesn't even lean away or stop licking and nipping at your neck when he reaches over and taps the door jam with his wand, then slides his arm back around your hips.

Justin opens the lock after faltering for several long moments, your mouth on his neck messing with concentration. Finally, he opens the door, dropping your keys back into your pocket.

Charlie stumbles backwards into the flat, pulling you with him. He breaks away from your neck long enough to slam the door behind you and mutter something that must be his wards - though his voice is slurred and they probably aren't effective - then stumbles toward the couch.

Justin moves with you, hands moving to unbutton your shirt. "You're not going to get me all hot and then pass out are you?" he teases you, palms moving over your flesh.

Charlie stumbles when your arms aren't supporting him, and sinks into the carpet, pulling you down with him. He falls back onto his back with you on top of him, his shirt unbuttoned and falling open. To cover the fall he grabs your shoulder, dragging your mouth down to his.

Justin returns your kiss, before moving his mouth to your neck, tongue licking your pulse point before moving to your collar bone. He sucks lightly, before moving back to your mouth.

Charlie growls and slides a hand to your hip, pulling your hips against his. "I don't think I'll be passing out. Do your worst." He hisses - at the feel of your erection - against your lips and kisses you again.

Moaning into your mouth, Justin settles against you, his hands moving to the opening of your trousers. He doesn't tear his mouth from yours.

Charlie groans and pushes you away just enough to get his hands to the clasp of you jeans, tugging at the violently until finally getting them unbuttoned, then sliding the zipper down and pressing them over your hips.

Justin shimmies his hips, helping to lower his jeans for you. Wearing no underwear, his erection is free at last, and he hastily lowers your own trousers so he can press against your flesh.

Charlie smirks and pulls you over his body, not even bothering to slide his legs from his jeans. Pulling your leg over his hips so that you're straddling him. "Well? I said do your worst..." Laughing softly and pulling your head down almost violently for another kiss.

Justin gasps into your mouth, scooting back over you cock as you kiss him, rubbing the wet tip over his hole. "You're too sexy for words," he admits, closing his eyes.

"I know, doll. And it's all for you tonight." His eyes dark and voice low and promising - if still slurred slightly. "What exactly do you plan on doing with it?" Smirking.

Justin opens his eyes and gives you a hungry look. "Letting you fuck me," he says easily, positioning himself to slide slowly down over your cock, pulling his knees up. His breath catches as he adjusts to your filling him.


Charlie growls - the sound low in his chest - and drops his head back against the floor, hard. His eyes closing. "That sounds about right." Words hissed thru clenched teeth as he forces himself not to push up into you, revelling in how tight you are this way...

Justin doesn't move for a long moment before he heaves a heavy sigh. "Best damn cock in Hogsmeade," he grinds out. "Now what are you going to do?" he asks in a sexy, raspy voice.

"I'm bloody well going to let you fuck yourself on my cock." He growls, bumping his hips slightly to indicate his impatience for you to be moving.

"You're even demanding when you're sloshed," he teases, as he begins moving up and down on you. "Cocky bastard," he groans, though its hardly an insult the way he says it.

Charlie snorts at that and throws his head back again, back arching. "It's an accusation I've heard." The words hissed thru his teeth as he writhes to push up against you.

Justin notes your enjoyment and it pleases him. He increases his pace, sliding over you more easily with each movement, positioning himself to derive even more pleasure for your thrusts.

Charlie finally takes the groggy initiative to become an active participant in this and reaches to wrap his hand around your cock, stroking firmly. "You are so much fun..." Smirking and mumbling, mainly to himself.

Justin moans at your touch and he looks down at you through hooded eyes. "You just figured that out?" he murmurs, moving on you faster.

Charlie chuckles and strokes you faster, squeezing just a bit rougher. "Prat." He growls, pressing his hips up again.

Justin doesn't even reply, just squeezes his eyes shut in concentration, increasing his pace, filling his own climax boiling nearer.

Charlie bites his lip hard enough to draw blood and strokes still faster, stilling his hips and letting you take over that pace completely. "Fuuuck, Justin."

Justin orgasms just then, his fluid spilling over your hand and onto your stomach, and his arse clenches you tighter as he comes. His movements are shaky as he tries to continue his rhythm.

Charlie opens his eyes and watches as you come, groaning and shifting to roll you onto your back and press your knees to your chest - not even giving you time to adjust to the change before he begins pumping into again.

Justin willing lets you take over, still shuddering from his own orgasm. He finally opens his eyes to watch you fuck him, swallowing at the sight.

Charlie can't last long in this state - the alcohol already making him less focused on keeping control than he should be, and he groans again, fucking into you with abandon before he comes hard, shuddering and collapsing onto your chest.

Justin squeezes you with his knees before slowly straightening his legs. His arms wrap around you and he reaches up with one hand to stroke your hair. "Merlin," he breathes, a bit stunned by the intensity of his own orgasm, and then yours.

Charlie just nods against your shoulder. Normally he would have something cocky to say at the moment, but his body just sinks ageist yours and he can't muster it.

Justin's hands move to smoothly stroke your back. "Bed?" he finally asks softly.

Charlie doesn't make a sound. His breathing has slowed and become normal... his weight dead on yours.

Justin realises you won't be moving and he briefly considers trying to sleep like this, but his muscles are protesting. He looks around, relieved to see your wand nearby. He reaches for it, his fingers nearly touching it, so he wraps his arms about you, using his feet to push your bodies nearer with a grunt. Finally, he grasps your wand, pointing it toward you and murmuring, "Mobilicorpus." He then takes you to the bedroom, putting you carefully on the bed.

Charlie grunts softy as he's laid on the bed, but doesn't wake, rolling onto his stomach and nestling into the bedding.

Justin looks around, pulling an extra blanket from the closet. He crawls in next to you, deciding to skip classes tomorrow if he oversleeps and covers you both. Within moments. he's snoring softly beside you, rolled up to his side facing you.

[fin]