Wild Love

Barnaby

Barnaby paced around his store. It was closed for the night. He looked out the window again. What was taking so long? He did another loop when he heard the door jingle.

He jumped and ran towards the door, finally!

“Harry!” Barnaby rushed up to him and pulled him into a hug. “I’m so glad that you are here!” He kissed the younger man’s cheek.

“What’s wrong, Barnaby? Is everything okay?” Harry took his arm and pulled him into the back room where there was a table and chairs. Barnaby pulled at his bowtie nervously as they sat at the table. Come on Barnaby. You can do this!

“I need to ask you something. I understand you might say no and I’m ready to give you my argument. This is super important to me, Harry. I don’t know what I would do if you told me no! I mean, I might die if you do, but I’m not trying to guilt you into saying yes, but…” Barnaby rambled on until he felt a pair of hands on his. He looked into green eyes.

“Barnaby, I can tell this is important.” Harry squeezed his hands. Barnaby took a deep breath. 

“I want to ask your dad to marry me. If I could have your blessing. I know it hasn’t been that long, but I’ve known you and your dad for years. I love him, Harry, and I can’t see my life without him.” Tears burned his eyes. Harry wouldn’t say no, would he? Barnaby and Hagrid haven’t been together long, but it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love him.

Harry jumped up and pulled him into his arms. “Of course! You don’t need my blessing, but I give it! Do you have a ring?” Barnaby sobbed into the younger wizard's shoulder. Why was he so worried about Harry? 

“No, I asked Yasmine, who owns the jewelry store down the street, to stay later tonight so we could go look.” Harry squeezed him tighter. After they pick out the ring, he is going to take him out and try to figure out when would be a good time for him to ask.  

“Well then Pops, I think it is time to go pick out a ring!” Harry pulled him out of the store and towards the jewelry store. Did Harry just call him Pops?! It has a magnificent ring to it.

Yasmine showed them most of the rings in the shop. 

Barnaby didn’t like any of them. They didn’t scream at Ruby. He leaned on the displays with his head in his hands. 

“How am I supposed to propose to your dad if I can’t find the perfect ring for him?” He felt Harry’s hand on his back. He felt tears burn his eyes, great he doesn’t need to be the over-emotional Barnaby right now. 

“You know anything you pick, Dad will love it. I remember one Father’s Day I bought him the smelliest cologne. He wore it every day. There were a lot of creatures that hated it; he only stopped wearing it when it mysteriously disappeared. Not that you will get him an ugly, smelly ring. I… I mean, shit, I'm messing this up. All I am saying is that he loves you and the ring doesn’t matter.” Barnaby watched his soon-to-be son run his hand through his hair and he couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“You are right, Yasmine, let's try again.” Barnaby turned to the displays and a ring that he didn’t notice before. The ring was silver, the band had intricate carvings of a wooded area. “Can I see that one, sugar?” He asked as he pointed enthusiastically. Where was that one hiding? He swore he looked at all these rings at least three times.

“Oh, that one is perfect!” Harry gasped beside him. Barnaby was about to agree with him when Yasmine spoke up. She was wearing a huge smile.

“Hold on, I haven't shown you the best part.” Yasmine pointed her wand at the band. He felt the magic, and he watched the ring closely. Then he saw it. Animals started moving around the woods. Was that a unicorn? Yep, this was the ring for his Ruby.

“I’ll take it!” Barnaby pulled the ring to his chest. He knew his Ruby would love it!

Hagrid

“So Dad took me to my first professional quidditch game. I was maybe 8 or 9. I can’t remember.” Harry looked over at him and smiled. Hagrid loved family dinners. Harry, Barnaby, and Charlie sat at his table. 

“It was the Fitchburg Fitches against the Moose Jaw Meteorites. Harry made me dye ma hair and beard black and gold. As well as his face was painted one side black and one gold.” Hagrid chuckled; he remembered it like it was yesterday.  

“Yep, I think I ate my weight in sugar that day. Poor Dad had to deal with a sugar high. I lost my voice and didn’t get it back until a week later. It was one of the best days ever!” 

“Ruby, you are the best dad!” Barnaby leaned over and kissed his cheek. Hagrid still can’t believe that Barnaby gives his love and kisses so freely. 

“I guess it is time for dessert. Barnaby, do you want to  help me?” Harry asked as he stood up.

“Sure do! I’ll be right back, my handsome man.” Barnaby kissed him again and walked into the kitchen with his son. 

Hagrid looked over at Charlie, who had a soft smile on his lips. He knows his son is falling for him. He hoped Charlie felt the same.  

“How’s you and Harry doin?” Hagrid asked as he took a drink of his elven wine. Charlie’s eyes widened. Hagrid didn’t normally ask the redhead about his relationship with his son.

“Good,” Charlie mumbled. He didn’t look him in the eye. “He is too good for me. I'm waiting for the day for him to be over my grumpiness.” Hagrid was shocked Charlie opened up to him a bit. 

“Harry sees the good in you, that’s what he does. I may have not been the smartest wizard. I can’t do proper magic, but I’ve always led by example. I’ve taught him to see the good in every living creature. If something seems scary or cranky, they are probably just misunderstood. He sees you, Charlie, all you have to do is to let 'em.” Hagrid watched as Charlie took what he had to say. He might have cracked a little of that hard surface. 

The redhead grunted in acknowledgment.

“Okay, who is ready for dessert?” Harry walked in with what looked like bread pudding in both his hands, and Barnaby walked in behind him, holding two more. 

“Here you go, Ruby. I helped Harry make them. I hope you like it.” Hagrid kisses his boyfriend on the lips in thanks. 

“I bet it will taste delicious, my love.” The half-giant looked at the bowl and froze. On top of the doughy goodness sat a beautiful silver ring. This couldn't be what he thought it was. Barnaby wouldn’t want to marry someone like him. He deserves someone who is more handsome, smart, and talented. 

 Then he looked over and saw Barnaby on his knees. Tears pooled in his eyes. What was his crazy man doing?

“Rubeus Hagrid, my dear, sweet, Ruby. if someone would have told me I would find the love of my life at 50, I would have laughed in their face. What I have with you is like nothing I’ve had before. I thought I was going to end up alone for the rest of my life. I know I can be too much sometimes. Too loud, too flamboyant, too sensitive and too clingy. Though you don't see it that way. I mean, you let me call you Ruby. You are the most handsome, sweetest, most perfect man. Please do me the honor of being my husband?” Barnaby's voice wobbled out. Hagrid picked up the ring with his thumb and forefinger. He held it out to Barnaby. Sadness and confusion flashed in the smaller man’s eyes. Hagrid had to change that.

“Of course, I’ll marry ya, Barnaby. I love ya.” Barnaby plucked the ring out of his fingers and jumped up. Hagrid felt the magic over his hand as the ring slid onto his finger. He looked at the ring and saw the engraved wooden area and the animals moving. 

“Oh, Ruby!” Barnaby wrapped his arms around him and gave him one of those kisses that took his breath away. “I love you, my lovable giant.” 

“I love ya too.” Hagrid pulled him into another kiss. He heard his son's wolf whistle in the background and couldn’t help but smile. His life is perfect. 

Harry

Harry laid his head on Charlie’s lap. The redhead's fingers played with his hair as they listened to music. 

“I’m so happy for my dad and Barnaby. They have been pining after each other for so long.” Charlie grunted in response. Harry knew his boyfriend was almost asleep. It always happened when he played with Harry’s hair. “Are you falling asleep on me, Grumpy Bear?” 

“Not yet. I need to get changed for bed.” Harry noticed his boyfriend was still wearing his cargo pants. Charlie didn’t show his legs to Harry. Even when they slept in bed together, Charlie wore pj pants and only would take off his legs while Harry was getting ready for bed. 

“Charlie… You know you can take off your prosthetics around me.” Harry felt Charlie's fingers tense in his hair. “I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Grumpy Bear, I just want you to feel comfortable around me.” 

Charlie looked down at him and sighed. The redhead tugged him up. Charlie cupped his cheeks and kissed him sweetly. “I want to show you. I do my little pixy.” There was doubt and sadness in those blue eyes, he hated to see it there.

Harry leaned into his touch. “You know it won’t change the way I feel about you, Charlie. I mean, I hope to see you completely naked one day.” Harry felt his cheek redden. It was true, he wasn’t rushing into this. He knew both of them were not ready. Well, at least not for everything. 

Charlie kissed him again before he leaned down and pulled up one pant leg and then the other. Harry could see where the prosthetic began. He could see that the bigger wizard’s hands were shaking. He placed his over them and squeezed lightly.

“Bear, if it's too much.” This was more than he thought he would see. Harry bit his lip and Charlie shook his head. 

“It’s fine pixy.” He stretched out his legs. 

Charlie

Charlie didn’t want to look at Harry, not yet he didn’t want to see the look of pity in his boyfriend's eyes. This is something that he needed to do, wanted to do.

“This right here is the socket.” He pointed at the part his limbs go into. “This is the knee joint that helps me bend, but it really doesn't bend that well. Then the pylon, which is like my leg, and then my foot. There are better prosthetics, but these are what I could afford.”  Charlie still didn't look Harry in the eyes.

He felt Harry move, and he closed his eyes. It was too much for his little pixy. He knew it would be who would want to be with him. 

He didn’t open his eyes until he felt Harry in between his legs. Harry’s hand was on his prosthetics. His hands slid up from his shoes all the way to his thighs.

“You are so handsome.” Charlie looked into those green eyes, not a trace of pity in them. “May I?” He nodded his head. He didn’t think he could talk without sobbing. Charlie took the smaller hand in his and did each step. When the prosthetic pulled away, he took a deep breath. They removed the sleeve. 

Charlie hated to see his limb, those ugly scars. It was a reminder of what happened and how he will never be the same. He gasped when Harry leaned down and peppered kisses on each one. The redhead couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. They spilled down his face. Charlie’s fingers move to the raven-colored hair. 

Harry moved over to his other leg, repeating the steps. His lips kissed each scar on his other leg. Charlie felt his heart pound in his chest. The walls are crumbled down. This is the night he knew he was in love with Harry. 

Those emerald eyes looked up at him. They were glossy with tears. The smaller hands glided up his thighs as Harry leaned up and kissed his lips. 

The kiss started off slow. It was as if they were pouring everything they were feeling at that moment. Until Harry’s tongue teased his bottom lips. Charlie moaned and opened his mouth. Their tongues danced and intertwined.  

Harry’s fingertips moved up to the button of his pants. Charlie pulled away, panting. 

“Harry…” Harry put his finger on his lips. Charlie presses a soft kiss on it. 

“Please. Charlie.” Harry said breathlessly. He nodded, and his boyfriend unbuttoned his pants. Charlie pushed himself up with his arms so Harry could pull his trousers and pants down.  

Charlie’s erection popped free, and he groaned. He knew Harry had never done this before, he could see the nervousness in his eyes. 

His boyfriend's hand wrapped around his base. The redhead gently ran his fingers through Harry's hair, encouraging him. 

Charlie watched as his boyfriend’s pink tongue licked his slit. He felt like he was a teenager again. He was already close. “Oh Harry, yes, just like that, love.” Harry seemed to preen under his praise. He took the tip into his mouth. It took everything for Charlie not to thrust up into his warm mouth. 

Harry slowly slid down his shaft. His inexperience showed. Though Charlie has never felt this good before. He took more before he gagged. Charlie cupped his face and made him look up. 

“Gentle my pixy, you only take in a bit and move your hand.” Harry hmmd, his hand moved up and down his shaft as that warm mouth surrounded him. “Yes… just like that… You are so beautiful, Harry. You feel so good…” Charlie has never been this vocal. Normally, it was a few grunts and moans. Though with Harry, it was flowing out of him. “God, you're so beautiful. Your mouth feels like silk. So good for me.” 

Harry’s green eyes looked up at him and moaned. The vibration around his erection brought him closer. “So close my pixy.” Charlie tried to move him. He didn’t want to finish in his mouth if Harry wasn’t ready. Though Harry's mouth moved faster. 

“Oh, gods Harry…” Charlie’s eyes rolled back into his head as pleasure took over. Wave after wave never has it felt like this. Harry swallowed every drop of him, then rested his head on Charlie’s thigh. His hands were still in the dark hair, so his fingers glided through the silky strands. Harry’s hair was always a mess, but Charlie made it worse because he loved playing with it. 

“My little pixy that was… Thank you.” Charlie didn’t know what he was thanking him for, the blow job or for being perfect. It was both. He was thanking him for both.

Harry

Harry enjoyed the post-orgasm glow. Charlie’s fingers felt wonderful in his hair. He couldn’t believe he had orgasmed without being touched. It was simply the act of giving Charlie pleasure. It was the sexiest but also romantic thing he has ever done. This wasn’t just a blow job. This was different. Charlie showed him a part of himself that Harry longed to see. His Grumpy Bear was vulnerable. Harry tried to say he didn’t love the man, but he did. He loved him. Harry wasn’t stupid enough to tell him, not until Charlie told him. 

“Come here, my pixy. Let me love on you.” Charlie pulled his hair gently so their eyes met. Harry was embarrassed. He had to tell the man he loves. That he orgasmed in his jeans like a teenager.

“ItstoolateIalreadydid.” Harry rambled out, hiding his face in Charlie's thighs. Charlie pulled hard, and Harry looked up at him again. “I already did. It was your pleasure, it was too much, plus what you were saying and then your taste.” 

“Come, my pixy.” Harry stood on shaky legs. Charlie pulled him to straddle his lap. Harry didn’t want to hurt him, but he wanted to be surrounded by him.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Harry whispered while he snuggled into him.

“No, you are perfect. I like you on my lap. I think I want you here all the time.” Charlie kissed him gently. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m glad that I could give you that pleasure. I didn’t even have to touch you. It’s fucking amazing, actually.”

Harry hummed and nuzzled into the redhead’s neck. They sat there for minutes or hours until Harry felt sticky and gross. 

Charlie reached for his wand and with a flick, both of their clothes were gone. “Hold on tight.” Harry felt the pull of apparation. After the swirling stopped, they were in Charlie’s shower. He was still on his boyfriend's lap but his boyfriend shower, on the seat built in.

“I figure we could wash each other.” Charlie’s deep voice rasped out. “Then we can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie until we fall asleep.”

Harry wrapped his arms around Charlie’s neck and kissed him. “Sounds perfect.” I love you, he said in his mind.