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FIC: Santa’s Lap (Harry/Charlie - 760 - PG-13)
Title: Santa’s Lap
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leontinabowie
Pairing(s): Harry/Charlie
Prompt: Sitting on Santa’s lap
Word Count: 760
Rating: PG-13
Contains: small allusion to kinky sex
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: This is short and silly but I couldn’t resist writing this as soon as I got the idea :)
Summary: Charlie is working as a Father Christmas at a Muggle mall, and Harry goes to surprise him. Harry’s the one who gets a surprise in the end.
Harry watched on, smiling, as Teddy crawled onto Father Christmas’s lap and began detailing all the things he wanted for Christmas. Father Christmas was looking down at Teddy attentively, nodding and smiling, but then, Charlie had always been good with children.
Harry had been dating Charlie for several months now, and things were going brilliantly. Harry had never been happier, and Teddy got on great with Charlie too; it was every five year old’s dream to have a dragon expert as a friend.
When Charlie had taken the job as a Father Christmas in a Muggle shopping mall—dragons hibernated in winter so money was tighter over that period—he and Harry had agreed not to tell Teddy the truth so that they didn’t ruin the Father Christmas fantasy that all children had. Harry had to admit that the outfit team had done a great job at disguising Charlie, his white hair and beard masking almost all of his face, and the padding in his red suit hiding the true shape of his body.
Harry gave Charlie a sly smile as he collected Teddy after his turn had ended, making sure to sway his hips enticingly as they walked out of the Christmas area. Harry could feel eyes on his arse, and it took all of his control not to run over and kiss Charlie right in front of everybody.
Towards the end of the day, Harry handed Teddy over to Andromeda and made his way back to the Christmas area alone. Santa’s Grotto had just closed for the day, and, after making sure nobody was watching, Harry slipped through the door which read ‘elves only’.
Charlie was still in full costume, and was in a chair with a bottle of water on a table beside him. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw Harry, but he smirked and beckoned Harry towards him with a crooked finger.
“I never got a chance to sit on your lap,” Harry murmured seductively, climbing onto Charlie and straddling his thighs. “I’m sorry, Santa, but I’ve been a very bad boy. I think you’re going to have to punish me.”
“Oh, I can do just that, baby,” Father Christmas said in a voice which definitely did not belong to Charlie.
Harry yelped in shock, falling backwards and landing on his arse with a thud. Harry winced at the sting, but ignored it in favour of staring up at Father Christmas, who upon closer inspection, didn’t have Charlie’s warm blue eyes but rather pale brown ones.
“You’re not Charlie!” Harry exclaimed.
“I can be whoever you want me to be, luv,” the gruff voice said. “Sure you don’t fancy a quickie?”
“Er, no, I don’t,” Harry said, clambering back to his feet and absently rubbing his sore arse. “I have a boyfriend. Clearly I thought you were him.”
Father Christmas hummed thoughtfully. “Charlie, you say? I’m sure I saw on the rota that he got switched over to Westfield Mall today.”
“Shit! Sorry for the intrusion, I guess.” Harry shrugged.
“No problem, luv; it certainly made my day,” not-Charlie grinned, giving Harry a wink.
When Charlie arrived at Harry’s house later that night, Harry was pleased to see that Charlie had changed out of his Father Christmas outfit already. It would be much too soon for Harry to be faced with a red felt suit and false white beard again.
“Hey,” Charlie greeted, giving Harry a tender kiss. “How’s your day been today? Did you get up to much?”
Harry felt his face flush. “Just took Teddy shopping. Boring day, really.”
“Oh, boring was it?” Charlie purred. “You see, at our after work coffee for Father Christmases, I was told by Brian who’d been working over at Eastgate Mall that he’d had a very bad boy come to see him. I suppose I should have told you that I’d swapped malls today.”
Harry blush deepened, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Yeah, might have been handy to know.”
Charlie chuckled, using his finger to tilt Harry’s chin up so that their eyes met. “Sounds like you never got punished, though. Want me to get the handcuffs out?”
Despite his embarrassment, Harry nodded. “The metal ones. I want to feel it tonight.”
“Oh, you’ll be feeling it,” Charlie grinned, reaching behind Harry to slap his arse. “Now to the bedroom with you; afterwards I’ll even be nice and let you sit on my lap to tell me what you want for Christmas.”
Harry groaned; he had a feeling he’d never live this down.
Author:
leontinabowiePairing(s): Harry/Charlie
Prompt: Sitting on Santa’s lap
Word Count: 760
Rating: PG-13
Contains: small allusion to kinky sex
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: This is short and silly but I couldn’t resist writing this as soon as I got the idea :)
Summary: Charlie is working as a Father Christmas at a Muggle mall, and Harry goes to surprise him. Harry’s the one who gets a surprise in the end.
Harry watched on, smiling, as Teddy crawled onto Father Christmas’s lap and began detailing all the things he wanted for Christmas. Father Christmas was looking down at Teddy attentively, nodding and smiling, but then, Charlie had always been good with children.
Harry had been dating Charlie for several months now, and things were going brilliantly. Harry had never been happier, and Teddy got on great with Charlie too; it was every five year old’s dream to have a dragon expert as a friend.
When Charlie had taken the job as a Father Christmas in a Muggle shopping mall—dragons hibernated in winter so money was tighter over that period—he and Harry had agreed not to tell Teddy the truth so that they didn’t ruin the Father Christmas fantasy that all children had. Harry had to admit that the outfit team had done a great job at disguising Charlie, his white hair and beard masking almost all of his face, and the padding in his red suit hiding the true shape of his body.
Harry gave Charlie a sly smile as he collected Teddy after his turn had ended, making sure to sway his hips enticingly as they walked out of the Christmas area. Harry could feel eyes on his arse, and it took all of his control not to run over and kiss Charlie right in front of everybody.
Towards the end of the day, Harry handed Teddy over to Andromeda and made his way back to the Christmas area alone. Santa’s Grotto had just closed for the day, and, after making sure nobody was watching, Harry slipped through the door which read ‘elves only’.
Charlie was still in full costume, and was in a chair with a bottle of water on a table beside him. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw Harry, but he smirked and beckoned Harry towards him with a crooked finger.
“I never got a chance to sit on your lap,” Harry murmured seductively, climbing onto Charlie and straddling his thighs. “I’m sorry, Santa, but I’ve been a very bad boy. I think you’re going to have to punish me.”
“Oh, I can do just that, baby,” Father Christmas said in a voice which definitely did not belong to Charlie.
Harry yelped in shock, falling backwards and landing on his arse with a thud. Harry winced at the sting, but ignored it in favour of staring up at Father Christmas, who upon closer inspection, didn’t have Charlie’s warm blue eyes but rather pale brown ones.
“You’re not Charlie!” Harry exclaimed.
“I can be whoever you want me to be, luv,” the gruff voice said. “Sure you don’t fancy a quickie?”
“Er, no, I don’t,” Harry said, clambering back to his feet and absently rubbing his sore arse. “I have a boyfriend. Clearly I thought you were him.”
Father Christmas hummed thoughtfully. “Charlie, you say? I’m sure I saw on the rota that he got switched over to Westfield Mall today.”
“Shit! Sorry for the intrusion, I guess.” Harry shrugged.
“No problem, luv; it certainly made my day,” not-Charlie grinned, giving Harry a wink.
When Charlie arrived at Harry’s house later that night, Harry was pleased to see that Charlie had changed out of his Father Christmas outfit already. It would be much too soon for Harry to be faced with a red felt suit and false white beard again.
“Hey,” Charlie greeted, giving Harry a tender kiss. “How’s your day been today? Did you get up to much?”
Harry felt his face flush. “Just took Teddy shopping. Boring day, really.”
“Oh, boring was it?” Charlie purred. “You see, at our after work coffee for Father Christmases, I was told by Brian who’d been working over at Eastgate Mall that he’d had a very bad boy come to see him. I suppose I should have told you that I’d swapped malls today.”
Harry blush deepened, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Yeah, might have been handy to know.”
Charlie chuckled, using his finger to tilt Harry’s chin up so that their eyes met. “Sounds like you never got punished, though. Want me to get the handcuffs out?”
Despite his embarrassment, Harry nodded. “The metal ones. I want to feel it tonight.”
“Oh, you’ll be feeling it,” Charlie grinned, reaching behind Harry to slap his arse. “Now to the bedroom with you; afterwards I’ll even be nice and let you sit on my lap to tell me what you want for Christmas.”
Harry groaned; he had a feeling he’d never live this down.