Happy Birthday Little Pixy
Charlie
It was Harry’s birthday. It was the day he has been driving himself crazy over. The treacle tart is hidden. They just finished brunch with Barnaby and Hagrid. Barnaby and Hagrid went all out. The smile that his boyfriend has been wearing all day made him happy. Now on to step 2 of the birthday celebration.
Charlie held on to Harry’s hand as they walked back toward his cabin.
“So where are we going?” Harry looked up at him with those green eyes and that smile that drove him crazy.
“I told you it was a surprise. Though we do have to use a portkey. Are you ready?” The smaller man frowned, he did have trouble with portkey. “It will be worth it, I promise.” Charlie kissed Harry’s forehead as the portkey activated.
They slowly descended into an empty field. Charlie took a deep breath. He Couldn’t believe he was doing this but it was worth it.
“Bear, where are we? Harry cocked his head. Which was cuter than it should be. The little pixy has made his way into… nope it hasn’t made it there yet.
“To my favorite place.” Charlie interlaced their fingers and pulled him forward. He felt that familiar magic. Then his home, well former home.
“Charlie,” Harry gasped. Mountain ranges painted the background, though the best sight was the dragons that were in the foreground. “Are…Are those dragons!” Harry jumped up and down. “Bear, you brought me to see the dragons!”
The smaller man threw his arms around his neck. “Thank you, thank you!”
It was worth it. Maybe today he could replace the last memories he had of this place with happier ones.
“You’re welcome, my pixy.” Charlie nuzzled into his hair. He took in his wonderful scent. Until they were interrupted by a gruff voice.
“Weasley!” They both turned around and saw Charlie’s old boss walking up to them. The man had salt and pepper black hair that was hooked behind his ear and wearing full dragonhide gear.
“Boss.” Charlie held out his hand to the man who was like family to him. The older man pulled him into a hug. The quick movement made him stumble a bit, but he recovered before he could embarrass himself.
“It’s good to see you! When you reached out to me about a tour, I knew I had to do it myself. So where is the birthday boy?” The older dragon trainer pulled away and looked over at Harry, who was wearing the biggest smile.
“Oh, hello!” Harry held out his hand. “I’m Harry Potter. It’s nice to meet you!”
“The Harry Potter! Wow, I never thought I would meet THE Harry Potter! I’m Brock Stawarski! Charlie, you didn’t tell me your boyfriend was Harry Potter.” Charlie watched Harry’s smile change as the genuine smile turned forced. Brock shook his hand enthusiastically.
“Yes, because I didn’t want this to happen. We are here for his birthday. This isn’t a meet and greet. Do you think we can do the tour without you acting this way?” Charlie snapped at his old boss. This had to be perfect. He thought it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. It was something that happened over 20 years ago. Harry wrapped his hand around his arm and squeezed.
“Oh… Yes, sorry, it was just a shock. Come, I figured we could start with the horntails and then work our way through. Harry, do you have a favorite dragon?” Brock asked with a bright smile. Charlie wanted to roll his eyes. He interlaced their fingers as they walked.
“I think my favorite would be Opaleye. They are beautiful and, if I am correct. They are the gentlest of the dragons. I did a whole paper on them when I was doing my mastery. I would love to see them up close.” Charlie stared down at his boyfriend. He loved how Harry loved every creature.
“Then we will go there first! Then I know Charlie will want to see the Horntails. Your boyfriend here loves them. He was the best Horntail trainer we had.” Charlie took a deep breath. Yes, until his accident.
As if Harry knew something was off, he squeezed his hand again. “I, for one, am glad that I have him now at my zoo. He is amazing with all the different creatures! That reminds me we need to fly soon! Puddlefoot needs a good fly. Puddlefoot is my hippogriff! Charlie has a little one called Niven. Such a precious little one.”
Harry rambled on and asked a million questions as they went through every area. In the Opaleye nursery, the hatchling adored him. Harry’s face must have hurt with how big he was. Smiling. Charlie thought this would have been hard, but being here with his boyfriend made everything better. There wasn’t sadness. How could there be? He was seeing this place with fresh eyes. Harry brought back the magic and happiness to the Dragon sanctuary.
“Now we have come to the part of the tour where I say my goodbyes. I hope that you have had a wonderful time, Harry. I’m sorry I have to leave you in the company of Weasley. If you ever want to come back, you are welcome. Both of you, it was great to see you, Charlie. You are always welcome. Brock hugged himself and Harry before he walked away.
“By the way, look behind you,” Brock said over his shoulder and they both looked behind them. In the field, there were oversized pillows and blankets. On the blankets, there were plates of many foods.
Harry
Harry gasped as he looked at the beautiful setup. The pillows were different shades of maroons, yellows, and browns. The blankets looked soft; he couldn't wait to sit down. Plus the food. Oh, the food. It was all of his favorite foods.
“Charlie!” He turned to look into those beautiful blue eyes. His grumpy bear went all out for his birthday. Harry felt tears in his eyes, but he would not let them fall.
“Happy Birthday little pixy.” Charlie cupped his cheeks. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “You hungry?” Harry nodded quickly and pulled them towards the blanket. It amazed He watched Charlie sit down before he plopped on his lap. His grumpy bear chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist.
“These are all my favorite foods! Charlie! You outdid yourself!” Harry wrapped his arms around Charlie’s neck and crushed their lips together. If he wasn’t already in love with Charlie he would have been now.
“You are the best, so you deserve the best,” Charlie said on his lips before he pulled away. “Not that I don’t want to keep kissing you, but I need to feed you.” Charlie pressed one last kiss on his lips and then held out a red grape. Harry opened his mouth.
Harry let Charlie feed him throughout the meal. They didn’t talk; they exchanged slow kisses and bites. No one has taken care of Harry like this before. Not that he has had much of a chance. He has never had an actual relationship before.
Each kiss that they exchanged got deeper, and tongues danced together. Soon Harry was panting on Charlie’s lap. Their foreheads were pressed together, sharing the same breaths.
“Charlie… I… I need to tell you something.” He had to tell him. After everything today, he had to tell Charlie what he meant to him. Harry wanted everything with him. He wanted to feel Charlie all over him, inside of him. No, not wanted, needed.
Charlie pulled away and looked at him, a hint of nervousness flashed on his face. “What is it, Harry?” He whispered.
“I know it might be soon and I don’t expect you to say it back because I know it is big, but I know if I don't tell you. I am going to go crazy.”
“Harry.” Harry shook his head. No, even if Charlie didn’t feel the same way, he had to say it.
“I love you, Charlie. I think I have loved you since the first time we met. You were a grumpy bear, but I knew under that grumpy exterior there was a teddy bear. As I said, you don’t have to say it back, but after today, it seals it.” Harry hid his face in his hands. He couldn’t see the look on Charlie’s face.
He felt calloused fingertips pull his hands away from his face. Charlie’s hands cupped his cheeks.“Little pixy, if I didn’t feel the same way, I wouldn’t have done all of this. Those words are hard for me to say because I don’t think I have ever been in love before.”
“Then you don’t…” Harry was hushed with a kiss, not any kiss he has ever had. It was as if Charlie was pouring his feelings into that one kiss. Harry ran his fingers through the older man’s red-hair. He moved to straddle Charlie, who moaned into the kiss.
“I love you, pixy. You somehow wriggled yourself into my heart.” Charlie kissed him again. His enormous hands roamed down his back towards his ass. Harry pushed back into his hands.
“Please, Charlie…” Harry whined. Charlie growled and pulled him close.
“Hold on tight.” Charlie pulled out the portkey. They both held on to each other until they fell in front of Harry's cabin. With a pop, they were on Harry’s bed.
“Fuck,” Harry moaned before Charlie got on top of him. He planted a chaste kiss on his lips.
“Don’t move.” Charlie moved to the side of the bed and made quick at taking off his prosthetics and the rest of his clothing.
Harry has seen the man naked before. It wasn’t like they hadn’t showered together, as well as many other dirty things. This was the first time that Harry knew what was going to happen. Tonight was the night that Charlie would make him his completely.
“Gods Charlie! You are so hot.” Harry blurted out, his already red face turned redder. Charlie smirked and shook his head.
“It’s you that is hot, Harry.” Charlie waved his wand and Harry felt the magic rush over him. He squeaked when he noticed he was now naked. “And beautiful, and sexy,” Charlie said as he got on top of him. His lips kissed down his stomach with each praise.
Harry wriggled and moaned as Charlie’s tongue dipped into his belly button. His hands grasped at the sheets.
“Charlie!” Harry screamed when he felt Charlie’s hot, wet mouth around his erection. The older wizard took all of him in his mouth. That sinful tongue swirled while his head bobbed up and down. The pleasure was so distracting that he jumped when he felt a slick finger rub against his entrance.
Charlie pulled off of him. “Is this okay? I don’t want to do anything you are not ready for yet.” Charlie went to move, but Harry grabbed a hold of his shoulders.
“No! No, please don’t stop. I’m ready, please.” Harry didn’t want him to stop. It felt good, fantastic. Charlie slowly slid inside of him. Harry tensed for a moment until Charlie put him in his mouth again. The suction of Charlie’s mouth distracted him from the pressure inside him. One finger turned into two.
Harry was being tortured, Charlie was slowly sucking him, it wasn’t enough; he needed more.
“Please Charlie! I need you!”
Charlie
The tightness around Charlie’s fingers was almost enough to make him lose it. Those sounds that Harry was making were like music to his ears. He needed to hear more. Charlie curled his fingers up and rubbed against the bundle of nerves.
“CHARLIE!” Harry squeezed around his fingers. “PLEASE!”
Charlie has never been this turned on. Was this what it felt like when you loved the person? He needed to be inside him. Charlie removed his fingers, and Harry whined. He kissed up his body until he reached Harry's lips.
“I love you,” Charlie said before he moved to Harry’s side. He rolled the smaller man to his side. Charlie pulled Harry close to him. He lined his erection up with Harry’s slick entrance. He gently pushed forward. His head popped through the still-tight muscle.
Harry’s head dropped back onto his shoulder. “Oh, Charlie…”
Charlie pushed further into him. Harry fit him like a glove. He wrapped his arm around Harry. His hand cupped the smaller man’s chin.
Charlie's lips move to Harry’s ear. “You are so tight, so perfect for me, little pixy. So beautiful.” Harry moaned, pushing back into him. “Feels good doesn’t it? Gods, I never felt like this before.” Charlie was rambling. He would laugh and say he sounded like his boyfriend if he wasn’t so fucking turned on.
“Charlie…. Please…” Harry turned his head and Charlie kissed him. Charlie’s hand slides down to Harry’s dripping cock. He swallowed Harry’s moans as he wrapped his hand around him.
“Is this what you want? Gods, you’re perfect… Too perfect!” Charlie rocked into him faster. His hand moved in perfect time with each thrust. Charlie’s thumb rubs across the smaller man’s dripping head. With one more twist of his hand, Harry was pushed over the edge. The smaller man squeezed around him. Charlie chased his own orgasm. He thrust three more before he exploded. White hot pleasure shot through his body.
Charlie slowed, his lips kissed Harry’s. It wasn’t as urgent as before. They kissed until they needed a breath.
“Wow…” Harry gasped. His green eyes sparkled. Charlie never saw him look as beautiful as he did now. He leaned in and kissed him again. “Does it always feel like that?” Harry leaned back into him. Charlie was still inside Harry. He knew he would have to move soon, but he loved the closeness.
“No, Harry. It has never felt like that.” Charlie nuzzled into Harry’s neck. This should scare him, but he couldn’t care less. He was in love with his little pixy and they just made love for the first time. Made love? Charlie never made love, but that is what this was.
“Hmm… Good.” Harry closed his eyes and laid his head back against Charlie. Charlie reached for his wand and waved it over them. They would take a proper shower in the morning. He pulled the covers over them.
“I love you, Grumpy Bear.” Harry slurred sleepily.
“I love you too, Little Pixy.” Charlie pressed a kiss into the raven-colored hair.
Later that night, they woke up and ate the trifle that Charlie worked hard on naked in bed. Harry thanked him again and again for the best birthday ever.