Disclaimer: Fanfiction, not mine.
Oliver Wood scrubbed the remaining sweat and dirt from his youthful, toned torso. He'd just played the best damn Quiditch game of his life and he was feeling good. The last few members of the team had straggled out of the dressing room and he now found himself alone, lost in his thoughts of all the groupies he'd soon be perusing.
He scrubbed a little lower, following his lightly curled treasure trail to make sure his manhood was preened for any conquests the coming hours might bring. Wet and dripping with passion and lust for any woman who might soon look his way, he was pulled from his thoughts abruptly by a noise in the locker room. A chill ran down his spine as he wrapped himself up in a towel that might just have been an inch or two too small.
Peering out into the room he noticed nothing out of the ordinary, but a sudden drop in temperature behind him, caused him to drop his towel in shock. He spun around shocked to see Nearly Headless Nick appraising him with a glint of animal attraction smouldering in his eyes.
"Uh Nick?" Oliver blushed and covered his manhood with his hands, "surprised to see you in here...."
"Sorry Oli, I was merely looking for..." He trailed off, his gaze wandering dangerously low along Oliver's tight body.
"I must say Nick, this is highly unorthodox."
"I know Oli, and I think I know what I was looking for."
"Oh you do?" His tone changed to one of sensual curiosity, "And what might that be" He smiled raising a brow.
"Oh I think you know." Nick levitated closer until the skin on Oliver's body reacted to his presence.
"You know I was hoping for someone... a bit more lively... but...."
"Oh don't worry Oli, I'd just like to make a proposition."
"And what would that be?"
"Can I watch tonight?"
THE END