And Ye Shall Find
[by victoria p.]


Rating: Adult

Summary: Seekers seek and keepers keep.

Notes: For Flora on her birthday.

Date: April 21, 2005


Charlie doesn’t seem surprised to see him, which confuses Oliver for a moment, but he recovers quickly.

"I hear your lot could use some men who’re handy on a broom," he says, pushing his way into the small cottage. Something rustles and he looks up at the ceiling, bare eaves and dry thatch. "Quaint," he says.

Charlie's smile is wry. "Keeps the weather out."

"Does it?" Oliver is skeptical, but he doesn’t press. He’s too glad to see Charlie, to be doing something to help the Order. But mostly to see Charlie.

"Don't worry, there are no rats," Charlie says with a laugh, clapping him on the shoulder. "They’re afraid of the dragons."

"We can’t all be dragon-charmers like you."

"True, true." There’s a sofa, so Oliver sits down, and Charlie hands him a glass of firewhisky. "So you've orders from Dumbledore?"

"I do."

They discuss Order business for a while, and Oliver doesn’t notice how much firewhisky he’s drunk until he finds the silence stretching because he’s been distracted by Charlie’s freckles. He reaches out a hand and runs his thumb over the arch of Charlie’s cheek, follows it with his lips.

"Missed you," he murmurs.

"You could have come any time," Charlie answers, pushing him back against the cushions, callused, blunt fingers already undoing Oliver’s robes.

"Wouldn't have felt right, searching you out like that. Seekers seek," Oliver says, "and keepers keep. I, in case you've forgotten, am a keeper." After the long trip and the firewhisky, it sounds profound and he's rather proud of it.

Charlie snorts. "A little confused at the reversal, then, are we? You’re not usually so slow." His hand is curled around Oliver's cock now, and Oliver thrusts up into it, eyes fluttering shut as heat and need roll through him like molten lava. Oliver wraps a hand around the nape of Charlie's neck and pulls him down for a kiss, licking at the roof of Charlie's mouth until Charlie moans.

When he finally breaks the kiss, they’re both breathing heavily. "Wanted to get business out of the way first," Oliver says, pushing at Charlie's disheveled robes until they are both naked, running his hands over the broad muscled planes of Charlie's freckled chest, then circling both their cocks and stroking.

"Clever," Charlie gasps as Oliver bucks up again, rubbing their cocks together until the friction is nearly unbearable. The thrust and grind of their bodies makes the old couch groan, but Oliver is too lost in the haze of pleasure, the warm silk of Charlie's mouth, the rough glide of cock against cock until the tension breaks and he comes hard, spurting warm and wet over their bodies. Charlie growls into his mouth as he finds his own release, and then collapses on top of him.

Oliver wraps his arms around Charlie and holds him close, nose buried in sweat-dampened red hair, even though it tickles his nose. Charlie smells of smoke and grass and sex, and Oliver is content to breathe him in.

Charlie wriggles against him, trying to get comfortable after he’s spelled them clean, and then he looks up, pressing a kiss to Oliver's chin.

"Definitely a keeper," he says.

Oliver grins ruefully. "I should have come sooner," he admits.

"Now you know the secret of every good seeker," Charlie murmurs against his neck.

"And what would that be?"

"Seek, and ye shall find."

Oliver groans and slaps Charlie's arse. They wrestle for a few minutes, and Oliver smiles when he feels the brush of Charlie’s cock against his own, both of them ready to go again.

As Charlie digs through the cushions for the lube, Oliver can't stop touching him. It's a good thing they've got all night, and all the other business is taken care of, because there's much more interesting stuff to be done.

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