|BW/NL, Love's Helping Hand, R
||[Aug. 12th, 2006|03:41 pm]
Title: Love's Helping Hand
Summary: The world is devastated, but there is still hope. Written for my dear friend and LJ companinon, eeyore9990, on this, the occasion of her birthday. Her astounding courage is an inspiration to me.
Genre: Romance (what else?)
Prompt: First Time.
Warnings: It's Billville, and slash. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta reader: sevfan
Love's Helping Hand
Neville, deeply immersed in what he was doing, had his arms elbow deep in dirt when the clap of thunder sounded overhead.
His head snapping up, Neville saw someone walking towards him from the house, and squinting, realized that it was a Weasley.
Well, there aren’t very many of them left, so Bill must be home, he thought, trying to ignore the inevitable curl of desire in his belly at the realization.
Pulling his fingers from the fragrant earth, he wiped his hands on a rag and started towards the Weasley homestead, eyeing the clouds overhead.
Before he drew near the house, fat droplets of cold rain began falling, and he paused, looking up and closing his eyes to feel the slick wetness on his face.
The voice was soft, surprised, and Neville tilted his head back down to see Bill standing in front of him, watching him. He blushed.
“Coming,” he said, walking the last few steps to the house briskly.
As he brushed by Bill, Neville took a deep whiff of the other man, his eyes fluttering momentarily as he did so.
He missed Bill’s speculative look at his back.
“Neville! Bill! You’re both soaked!”
As Molly scolded them, Neville smiled shyly and nodded, looking everywhere but directly at Bill, whose presence in the kitchen seemed larger than life to Neville’s hypersensitive nerves.
“You both need to go and dry off,” Molly advised. “I can’t have you eating dinner in that muddy condition.”
“Oh, you don’t have to make me dinner...”
Molly held up a hand. “Neville Longbottom! Of course you’re staying for dinner,” she said. “You are replanting all of my flowers. And I think of you as another son ever since the devastation...”
She paused and turned away, and Neville again felt his heart go out to her.
“It is the very least I can do,” he said awkwardly.
She brushed a tear from her face, and turned back to him, her smile wobbling a bit.
“It’s hard with them being gone, you know?” she said quietly. “So I thank you for coming by so often and keeping an old woman company.”
He blushed. “It’s no trouble, Mrs. Weasley. I like it here. You are very good company.”
“You are, Mum,” Bill said quietly, making Neville glance at him.
She smiled brightly.
“Well, then. Go on and clean up, and come back down for dinner. It’s nice to have two handsome young men here for a change.”
Very conscious of Bill following him out the door and up the stairs, Neville figured he would just nip into the bath and dry off quickly, making it back downstairs in plenty of time to calm down his now raging libido.
“If we clean up together, it will save time, and she won’t be nagging us that we’re late.”
Neville closed his eyes as Bill’s deep voice curled around him.
“Erm, sure,” he said weakly, trying not to moan as he felt the heat of Bill’s body from behind him.
They entered the bathroom silently, and Neville immediately went for a towel, standing as far away from Bill as possible. Not that there was much room to be too separated, given how small the room was.
“So you’ve been stopping by often to help Mum?” Bill asked casually, efficiently stripping.
Neville’s mouth grew dry as Bill’s chest came into sight.
“Yes. I wanted to be sure she was okay, you know? I worry about her.”
Bill smiled warmly. “Yeah, I worry, too,” he admitted, his soft voice causing frissons to shoot up Neville’s spine. “It is good of you to keep her company. It’s lonely for her now.”
Neville sighed and, with an effort, looked away from the tempting picture Bill made, standing half-naked in front of him.
“It’s lonely for a lot of us,” he admitted.
As Bill went to remove his trousers, Neville stepped back and stumbled, falling heavily against the tub and hitting his side hard.
Bill was right there, urging Neville to his feet and grabbing a warmed towel. As Neville looked up into that gorgeous face, his lips parted inadvertently, and Bill closed his eyes.
“Fuck, if I’m misreading you,” he muttered, and swooped down, capturing Neville’s lips in a searing kiss.
Neville moaned low in his throat and opened his mouth wide, allowing Bill’s agile tongue inside.
They kissed for mere moments, yet Neville felt as if he had bared his entire soul to Bill. Finally, when the press of the ceramic tub against his back became painful, he shifted, and Bill pulled away, a concerned look on his face.
“Are you all right?” he asked, helping Neville up and onto his feet.
Neville smiled shyly up at him.
“I’m more than all right,” he said, voice husky. “That was just an awkward position to be doing... what we were doing.”
Bill smiled and ran a tender finger across Neville’s cheek.
“What were we doing, Neville?” he asked.
“Something I’ve wanted to do for ages,” Neville replied, stepping closer to him.
“Careful, I’m still wet,” Bill said, gathering Neville close.
“I’m hoping we’ll both get wetter soon,” Neville replied, making Bill chuckle.
Bill groaned, his forehead hitting Neville’s.
“She has impeccable timing,” he said, brushing a kiss against Neville’s forehead.
Neville smiled. “I’ve waited this long, I can wait another few hours,” he said.
Bill moaned. “I’m not sure I can,” he admitted, thrusting his groin against Neville and allowing him to feel his arousal.
Neville looked down between them to see their clothing covered erections brushing together. The sight was utterly arousing, and he trembled in Bill’s arms.
“It looks like we need to take care of this before we go downstairs, though,” Bill murmured, following Neville’s gaze.
Falling to his knees, he nuzzled Neville’s cock, inhaling the intimate scent before gently freeing him and licking at the fluid that was welling from the head.
Neville moaned and swayed towards Bill, his hands tangling in soft, red hair.
“Merlin...” he groaned as Bill’s warm mouth enveloped him.
Bill wasted no time, his tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, and it took only a few strong sucks and a low hum before Neville’s body was convulsing and he was coming down Bill’s rippling throat.
Bill swallowed every drop, pulling off with a last loving lick and a smile.
Neville was speechless for a few minutes, but when he looked down, it was to see Bill, his hand tugging savagely at his own cock.
“Let me help...” he started, but it was already too late. Bill let out a deep moan and came in white spurts, his head resting against Neville’s thigh as he did so.
“I wanted to taste you, too,” Neville said disappointedly as Bill sat there panting.
Bill grinned up at him. “Oh, you will,” he said, and the low note of promise made Neville’s cock twitch.
“Mmm, nice to have an energetic lover,” Bill chucked, eyeing Neville’s cock with interest.
Standing up, he tucked them both back in, not without a fair amount of groping, and then, spelling them both clean and dry, he opened the door to lead the way downstairs.
“Where have you two been...?” Molly began to ask when they walked in, only to draw to a stop when she saw their faces.
“Cleaning up, Mum,” Bill said easily. “Dinner smells great!”
Neville was quiet as he sat, but his shy, blushing looks at Bill told Molly all she needed to know.
And, as she chatted easily whilst serving up dinner, she was cheering inside, daring to hope in the future again, plotting in anticipation of red-haired, sweet-faced grandchildren.
It will be nice to have a house full again, she thought fondly as she watched the future of her new family form in front of her.