Percy was never one to openly express himself. He could never afford to. Percy wasn't deaf; he knew full well what people thought of him. But he wasn't about to risk expulsion for apparently needless glairing and snapping at nearly the entire student body.

"Alright there, Percy?"

Percy glanced over the rim of his book. "Fine."

"Quidditch was hell!" Oliver commented offhandedly, and began to strip down to his skivvies, making his way towards the showers.

Percy eyed Oliver's pile of muddy, rumpled clothes on the floor. "I don't suppose you're going to pick those up?"

Oliver grinned. "I don't suppose I will. I'll be out in two shakes, promise."

Percy resisted the urge to take a good look at Oliver's perfectly sculpted backside.

"Damn that boy for being a living Greek statue." Percy muttered, feeling his groin tighten. Over the years, Percy had found that Oliver . . . well . . . enjoyed being in the nude. He enjoyed it a bit too much for Percy's liking . . . not that Percy didn't enjoy it, mind you. Just that it didn't help that Percy was a raging homosexual, and Oliver was the epitome of heterosexual.

"He should invest in a sign." Percy thought bitterly. "Hello, my name is Oliver. And I'm Straight. In fact, I'm so straight, a ruler doesn't even compare to me!"

It has always been said that the really great guys were either gay, or they were married. Percy thought that was all bullshit. The fact of the matter was, that it really, really sucked to be gay.especially if your roommate of five years was charming, handsome and had a body that was worthy to be-

"Did you miss me, love?" Oliver teased, prying the book from Percy's grasp, flashing Percy one of his oh-so-charming feline grins . . . and then some.

"Would you PLEASE put some clothes on?" He said, not meeting Oliver's gaze. What he had really wanted to say was: "Would you PLEASE make love to me?"

"Oh but why? I like being naked." Oliver was practically purring. "You should try it sometime, Perce."

Percy suppressed a moan, deep in his throat . "I'll pass."

Oliver shrugged. "Suite yourself." Oliver sauntered over to the side of his bed, and began to dress.

"He should be bronzed . . . " Percy thought.

"I'm sorry, did you say something Perce?" Oliver regarded him curiously as he proceeded to pull a fitting dark blue sweater over his head.

Percy wasn't aware he had said that aloud. An awkward silence passed between them.

"Shit."