Chapter 12

He spotted the large bed with two bed warmer handles sticking out. One each side. “Did you plan this?” he said, incredulous.

Even in the firelight Harry could tell that Charlie blushed furiously. He swallowed and gestured awkwardly. “I hoped.” He nodded. “I just hoped you might…”

Harry moved closer. Firelight danced over Charlie’s nakedness. “Hoped what?” he said and reached out to take hold of Charlie’s hand, but he moved away rubbing the back of his neck.

“Nothing. I don’t know, just…perhaps there might be…you might…want me.” He headed towards the bed and began fiddling with the sheets.

Harry immediately went and stood behind him, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight. He kissed the side of his neck and rubbed his nose against his ear.

“I do want you,” he whispered. He closed his eyes and buried his face in the warmth that was Charlie. His heart beat was heavy. He sucked in a breath and turned Charlie so they could hold each other properly.