Title: Day 10
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Neville Longbottom
Disclaimer: Not my characters. I wish they were mine. I definitely don’t get paid for this.
Summary: Neville gets a care package from England and has some unplanned fun with his boyfriend.
Notes: Written for my 12 Ficlets in 12 Days in 2017-18 project project for Anonymous.

“Care package from England!” Neville announced, coming in through the door backward, his arms wrapped around a giant box. Owls weren’t welcome at the Romanian Dragon Reserve, so packages had to get picked up in town and lugged back to the apartments where dragon keepers and other staff lived. And though Neville’s flat was closer to town, he’d carried this package all the way to Charlie’s place. It was much more fun to open up a taste of England with someone who used to also live there. There was also the fact that Charlie Weasley was the one person in the world with whom Neville wanted to share everything.

He set the package down on the floor and was immediately swarmed by not only Charlie but several of Charlie’s beasties—Roddy the diricawl and Vlad the crup. Roddy honked and squawked, flapping his little wings and wiggling his tufts of feathers that served as a tail. Vlad wiggled his tails as well as his entire rear end, full of such excitement. But it was Charlie’s enthusiastic grin that Neville most wanted to see. “Who’s it from?” Charlie asked. “Your gran?”

“Not this time. This one’s from Harry.”

Charlie’s grin widened. It was strange, Neville thought, to be in Romania with the only other person who would see the great Boy Who Lived not as the savior of the wizarding world but as a friend. Harry had spent Christmases and summers with Charlie’s family; for all intents and purposes, he was like another brother to Charlie. And to Neville, he was a classmate, a fellow Gryffindor. All right, maybe he was also the savior of the wizarding world too, but Neville had been the one who’d kept the DA going in their seventh year and Neville had been the one to kill Voldemort’s last horcrux. And Harry had kept in touch with him since, exchanging letters throughout the year and packages at Christmas and near their birthdays. As Neville wasn’t going to make it back to England this holiday season, he was eager to see what Harry had sent.

“Go on, go on,” Charlie prodded. “Open it!”

Neville got out his wand and spoke a spell, running the tip along the top of the package to split it open. Inside were all sorts of goodies. There was a Union Jack flag on the top, folded neatly, which Neville charmed to hang on the wall as a banner at once. Next came a whole bunch of sweets, including several chocolate frogs and everlasting lollipops. There was a package of Christmas crackers that they set aside to open on Christmas with some friends. Neville couldn’t wait to see Charlie in a crown that clashed with his orange-red hair. He couldn’t wait to make love to him wearing nothing but the paper crown. “Maybe we should open them now?” he suggested.

Charlie shook his head. “We’re waiting. Go on. What else is inside?”

There was a magical plant book that had just been published in London that wouldn’t be available in Romania for months. Neville caressed the shiny cover and couldn’t resist flipping through it. As he did, Charlie checked the package for anything else. He pulled out a small box. “More sweets is it?” Neville asked, not taking his eyes off the moving color photos of plants with magical properties.

“You might say that,” Charlie whispered.

Neville looked up from his book. “Skiving Snackboxes? Oh! I remember George and, um, Fred testing those in my fifth year. Why’d Harry send those? We’re not in school anymore… does he think we’ll use ‘em to get out of work a day? Mmm. Playing hooky with you sounds quite nice, actually.”

Charlie put down the box. His ears were bright red, which is what Ron’s would do when he was embarrassed about something. “Charlie, love? What is it?”

“It’s… it’s...” Charlie closed his eyes. “I’m going to kill my little brother.”

Now Neville was extremely confused. “But Harry sent me this.”

“And if George told Harry why he should send this to you… I’m going to use all three unforgiveable curses on him.” Now his cheeks were bright red too. And he wouldn’t open his eyes.

“Char… what’s wrong? Please tell me.” Concerned on top of confused, Neville set down his book. He pushed the package and other items aide. Roddy disappeared and reappeared inside the box with a squawk and the crup leapt gleefully around him. Meanwhile, Neville scooted over to get a better look at what Charlie was holding. It was one of the Skiving Snackbox products, but not the complete set of maladies. This was just one in particular: Sneezing Sweets. “Oh,” said Neville.

Charlie pried his eyes open. “Oh?” His whole face was red, and so was his neck.

“Oh,” Neville repeated. “As in: oh, I understand now. As in: oh, I see. You think George might’ve told Harry about one of your kinks.”

Charlie’s eyes widened. “How’d you…?”

Neville laughed lightly, not meanly. “I might not be a Ravenclaw, but I’m not stupid. I noticed how playful you got the last time you had a cold in your nose. You couldn’t keep your hands off me or off yourself for that matter. You were insatiable.”

He sucked his lower lip into his mouth and chewed it. “You don’t… think it’s weird?”

“Of course it’s weird to get off on sneezing!” Neville exclaimed. “But you’ve got, like, a thousand sexual fetishes, Charlie Weasley. I don’t care that that’s one of them. I’ll take you any way I can get you. But, between you and me, I happen to like how kinky you are.” He pried the item from Charlie’s hand, pulled off the seal, and flipped back the lid to find dozens of small rectangles. On one side were sections of sky blue with small brown specs in them, on the other side were innocuous cubes the exact shade of parchment. It didn’t take a Ravenclaw to figure out which was the side that would make someone start sneezing and which would make that stop, if someone wanted to stop, that is. Neville held one up. It looked like a neatly cut toffee, really. “So the question is: will it turn you on more for me to eat this or for you to? Or both of us? Just one swallow and we could both be sneezing all over each other, getting all wet.”

“Oh fuck, Nev!” Charlie squirmed in place.

“Yeah,” Neville agreed with a nod. “We’ll do that as well of course.” He made to take a bite out of half of the sweet, but Charlie grabbed his wrist. Charlie’s grip was strong, tight, commanding.

“No,” Charlie whispered. “I want to be the one to sneeze.”

Neville dropped the sweet into Charlie’s open palm. “Well, all right then. Whatever you say. But let’s go into the bedroom first. We’ve got hankies and tissues in there in case you want either of those at some point. Though you’re always welcome to use my shirt or my hand or whatever you need to.” It was an amazing feeling for Neville to turn strong, burly, smart, tough Charlie Weasley into a quivering, wibbly pile of mush, but that comment had done it. He took Charlie by the arm and led him to their bed.

This was far from the first time Neville had humored Charlie regarding one of his fetishes; he wasn’t a brave Gryffindor for nothing. There had been a few kinks he’d learned he definitely hadn’t liked, and Charlie had promised never to try them again. But Neville had thoroughly enjoyed most of them and he had no reason to think this would be any different. He held the sweet up between them. “Are you ready?”

Charlie nodded excitedly and waited for Neville’s approving nod before biting off one half of the sweet, chewing, and swallowing. At first, nothing happened. Then his nostrils began to twitch and his eyelids fluttered. His mouth dropped open, tongue slack, as he took several deep, involuntary breaths.

“Starting to feel a little sneezy?” Neville asked, and Charlie nodded.

Then he pitched forward with a sudden “hah-YIHTshoo!” He sniffed and wiped his wrist at his nose, amazed at how fast it had worked.

“Bless you. Do you really like this feeling?”

Charlie nodded again, his face once again giving in to a helpless, sneezy expression. “ehhh… ehh-yehh… hih-HIHTshhhhhh!” He turned his head, sneezing freely, but not wanting to sneeze all over Neville. “I… love… sniff! Love this,” he managed, his nose already starting to tickle again.

“Good,” Neville agreed. “Because you’re not going to get the other half of this sweet yet. You’re not going to get to stop sneezing until you make me come.”

Charlie’s eyes widened and his cock stood visibly, tenting his dragon keeper robes. Then he went straight for the top button of Neville’s herbologist robes. He managed to get one whole button unbuttoned before another sneeze struck. “yihhhh-HIHShoo!” Sniffling into his shoulder, he tried for the next. “YIHShhhhh!” One by one, he alternated buttons and sneezes until he’d freed Neville of the robes, but there was still a shirt, a necktie, a belt, trousers, socks, and underwear to contend with. The job seemed daunting, but Charlie Weasley was nothing if not determined. Neville tried to help a little, but Charlie pushed his hands away. “I want to… to… to do… ihh… yihhhhh… ihh-YIHSChhhhhh!”

And, in the end, he did it. Neville lay naked on the bed, ready and waiting for Charlie. But Charlie was starting to have bigger problems. His nose was streaming, and he kept the back of his hand pressed to his nose and sniffed repeatedly, but that did little good. And the sneezes wouldn’t stop either. “ihhh… yihhh… ihhh-HIHSChhhhhhh!” He sneezed into his hand, almost grimacing afterward.

 “Hey… timeout,” Neville said, going for a handkerchief. He nudged Charlie’s hand aside and wiped his nose tenderly, knowing Charlie’s nose was probably pretty sensitive and ticklish at the moment. Then he took Charlie’s large, callused hand in his own and wiped it dry. “This is supposed to be fun. If, at any point, it’s not fun for you, you know you can safeword out or tap my shoulder, right?” They’d learned early on in their play that sometimes nonverbal signals were essential. Charlie could talk now, but if these sneezes got any stronger or faster, he might need a different method of communication.

Charlie nodded. “I dow… but I… I… ihh-YIHSchooo! But I love this. It’s so hot. Sniff!”

Charlie’s hair was coming loose from his ponytail. His nose was runny. And he sounded so stuffed-up already, like his head was just full of so many sneezes still. Neville wasn’t sure he would have defined this as hot, but if Charlie was still into it, he wasn’t going to stop it now. Besides… he really did want to get off. “All right. But let me help you get undressed? You’re sneezing so much, sweetie.”

“ehhh… yiihhhhh… yiiihhh-IHTSchhoo!” Snuffling, Charlie nodded. “Tibeout over.”

The fact was, Neville actually loved undressing Charlie. He was a handsome man in anything, but Neville liked him best in nothing at all. He slid his hand up Charlie’s leg and flipped up the dragon keeper robes.

“Yehh-HIHSHKShhhhhh!” Neville felt the spray against his neck and grimaced. He wasn’t sure he was too much of a fan of that.

He lifted his head. “Can you… I don’t know… try not to sneeze for a few minutes?” He lowered his head, nuzzling his face into Charlie’s crotch. “Please?”

Charlie moaned. “Adythig for you, Dev.”

Neville chuckled and kissed Charlie’s erection through his pants. “You know, when you say my name like that, I can hear how much you’ve been sneezing and sneezing…”

Charlie moaned again. “You’re the… the best…” He sounded like he needed to sneeze again, and Neville looked up to see Charlie pinching his nose with one hand and pressing the back of the other against his nostrils. Neville wasn’t sure it was going to work for very long—he had too much faith in the Weasley twins’ magical products for that—but for now, it was working. Hurriedly, he stripped the layers of clothing off Charlie.

Even though his breath caught and his eyes were closed, he did as Neville had requested and didn’t sneeze. “You’re doing good,” Neville reassured him. “So good. Let me just… Char, if I’m going to get this robe off you, I’ll need your arms for a second.”

Charlie looked hesitant. “But… I’m gonna… gonna sn-sneeze if… yihhh… if…”

“Try to hold it back. Just a few more seconds.”

Charlie dropped his arms. Neville slipped the robes off. And Charlie snapped forward with a vicious sneeze. “YRKShhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Luckily, Neville had moved out of range. He ran his hand down the smooth skin of Charlie’s back, the dragon tattoo there dancing playfully against his touch. He noticed two plumes of smoke emanating from its nostrils and wondered if it, too, was sneezy. It was a part of Charlie, so it made sense that it would be. He leaned forward and kissed the dragon’s snout, and the dragon curled and wiggled in excitement like always, but flames burst from its nostrils just as Charlie pitched forward as well. “Yihh-HIHSchoooo! Yihtshuhhhh!”

Chuckling, Neville leaned forward as well, his chest pressed against Charlie’s back. With his lips up to Charlie’s ear, he whispered, “Bless you. Feels good to sneeze after holding back so long, doesn’t it?”

Charlie nodded, sniffling. “So good,” he agreed, matching Neville’s whisper. “I love this.” Neville reached around, his fingers caressing Charlie’s hard, leaking cock. “I… I… I have to… Yihh-Hihshhhhhhh! Have to sn-sneeze ag-ag-again-YRKShhooo!”

“Bless you again,” Neville whispered. “I’m glad you’re feeling good. But did you forget our little arrangement, Mr. Weasley?”

 Sniffling more, he turned his head. Neville took the opportunity to wipe Charlie’s nose and kiss him. After the kiss, Charlie rubbed his tickly nose against Neville’s cheek. “Haved’t forgotted, Br. Lodgbottob. Just dod’t wadt this to… to stob… yih… yet Yih-HIHSchoo!”

Neville laughed again. “So I’m just here, wiping your nose, waiting around to whenever you’re ready to see to my needs?” And then he felt Charlie’s hand on his own cock. That big, strong hand, stroking and kneading and, oh, pulling. “Oh Fuck, Char…”

“That’s what I… YihhShoo! had id bide.”

 Charlie wrapped an arm around Neville and laid him back upon the bed again. Neville grabbed for his wand; he thought he’d better be the one to utter the normal safe sex and lubrication spells; Charlie’s nose was too stuffed-up from the sneezes. He finished not a moment too soon, as Charlie was suddenly deep in him, rocking. Charlie added his other hand to wrap around Neville’s now slick cock, moving them up and down.

“ehh-yihhhh! Dev? Ihh! Yhhh! Nnngh! Yihh!” Neville thrust a bunched-up hankie under Charlie’s nose. “Yih! Ihhh!” He didn’t sneeze.

“Not yet… not… oh…” Neville gasped. “Don’t want you sliding out.”

“I-ihhh! I wod’t. I brob-ihhh! I brobise.” He gasped back, breathless both from all the thrusting he was doing and from the impending, ticklish sneeze he felt coming on.

He went faster now, determined to please Neville. And Neville’s body hummed its approval. He could feel the heat rising and spreading. He wanted more of Charlie, all of Charlie. He wanted Charlie like this inside him forever. His Charlie Weasley.

And that’s when he came, his hips rocking forward, cock thrusting into Charlie’s tight grip. It seemed to last forever, seemed like he would never stop spurting. And the whole time he locked eyes with Charlie, even though Charlie’s were watery and Charlie’s whole face was screwed up, trying so hard to keep from sneezing the irresistible sneezes that were inside him.

When Neville’s orgasm was over, he lowered the hankie and used it to wipe himself dry. Removing that pressure from Charlie’s nose was all it took.

“YIHHHShoo! IHShuhh! Yih-HIHShuhhh! Oh!” Charlie’s whole body began to tremble.

“It’s okay,” Neville soothed, his hand stroking one of Charlie’s muscular biceps. “I know you want to enjoy this longer. I know sneezing makes you feel so good. But don’t fight that orgasm. Just let it happen and ride it out.”

Charlie collapsed on top of Neville, wrapping his arms around the man and burying his runny nose into the pillowcase beside Neville’s head. With a cry and one more “Yihhhhhh-HIHTSchphhhh!” Charlie came, thrusting in and out of Neville while Neville held him close, hands on Charlie’s firm arse.

When he finally stilled, Neville moved one hand up and rubbed his back. He couldn’t see it but could easily imagine the dragon tat on Charlie’s back lying belly up, looking sated and sleepy. He helped Charlie roll over and then Neville did a cleaning charm. He would have liked to have done one on the rest of Charlie, but Charlie was still sniffling and sneezing.

“ihhh… ihhhh-YRKshhhhh!”

“Bless. Hey, do you want…?”

Charlie nodded, holding his hand out blindly. His eyes were shut tight, nostrils flaring again. “ihhh-YIHTschoo!”

Neville put the other half of the sweet on his palm and Charlie swallowed it at once.

“Ihhh… HIh!” But then Charlie froze and relaxed. He wiped tears from his eyes with the back of his palm. Then he grabbed the nearest thing available and blew his nose into it.

Neville stroked his cheek affectionately then lay back, enjoying the feelings still running through him. “Come… join me,” Neville said, knowing that Charlie liked this sort of thing after sex and especially after kinky sex. He liked for things to return to normal. He liked to know he hadn’t lost Neville.

So Charlie lay on his back, his head on Neville’s stomach, massaging his nose with Neville’s red boxers, which were softer than any hankie. His nose wasn’t tickling anymore, but the rubbing still felt good and he was still a little turned on from the adventure. “Nev?” he asked after a little while. “Do you think George told Harry?”

Neville thought for a moment, turning the package of Sneezing Sweets over and over in his hands. “No. If he had, Harry wouldn’t have sent it. Can you imagine wholesome Harry Potter putting something he knew would be used as a sex toy in a package with Christmas crackers? No way. Maybe Harry just thought we’d like to see the latest product from Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. Or maybe George gave it to Harry and just told him we could use a laugh or something.” Neville ran his hand through Charlie’s long hair, twisting a bit absentmindedly around his finger.

There was quiet in their room for a few moments before Neville thought to ask, “How does your brother know about this fetish of yours anyway?”

“Oh, you don’t want to hear about that. It’s far too embarrassing.”

“Oh, now you absolutely must tell me! Besides, if you do, maybe I’ll let you have this box back. Or… maybe I’ll hide half a sweet in your meal in the cafeteria. You’ll sneeze and sneeze and get so worked up you’ll have to take the rest of the day off sick just so that I can take you home and fuck you until your ass is as tender as your nose.”

Charlie moaned again. “All right! You win! It all started one day when Mum bought this new shampoo. It was cheap and smelled strongly of flowers I didn’t realize I was allergic to...”