HANGOVER CURE
Oliver slowly awoke. His senses retuning slowly. He kept his eyes shut as he could already feel the throbbing of his hangover and he knew the early morning sun would feel as if it would kill him at any moment.
The next thing he felt was the heat, he was far warmer than normal and he realised he wasn't alone. He racked his still not working brain for any clue as to who it could be, but all he could really remember at that moment was a vague picture of him drinking butterbeer out of the Quidditch Cup. Everything else was really blurry.
He shifted slightly and felt the firm chest of another man underneath his hand. Okay thought Oliver that narrows the options down slightly.
Who did he know that was gay and would fancy him.
He quickly went through his team mates but none of them had seemed even the slightest bit interested before. The only one he thought might be that way was Harry but he was too busy obsessing over that Malfoy git.
He knew who he wished it was but that was even more unlikly as he had a girlfriend, but that didn't stop Oliver's mind from leaping to the most desired conclusion. But then the logical part of his mind caught up with the rest and he realised his chances of that ever happening were vertually nil.
He felt the man beneath him begin to stir and as he did so his arms tightened around Oliver pulling him closer so now Oliver's face rested on his chest and their legs were tangled together. One of the mans hands began to stroke up and down Oliver's back. "That feels nice" thought Oliver. It made him want to wriggle closer.
He gathered his courage and slowly opened one bleary eye. He immediatly shut it again, against the assault of the early morning sunshine.
His mind though instead of concentrating on the pain he now felt was going over the very brief flash of pale, creamy skin and the light dusting of red hair on the chest below him. That's when it hit him the only man he knew that fit the description was him. But it couldn't be he was straight. Wasn't he?
"Oliver" came the whispered voice "are you awake?"
Oliver closed his eyes tighter and shook his head.
"Oliver" came the voice again a little stronger now "are you okay?"
Another negative shake of his head.
"Will you talk to me?"
Another shake of the head.
"Oh" the voice sounded disapointed, resigned almost "Maybe i should go?"
And as he tried to get up Oliver tightened his arms around him and said "please don't."
The body beneath him relaxed back onto the bed and the hand that stroked his back began to stroke through his hair.
"Will you look at me now?"
Yet another negative shake of the head.
"Why not?"
"Because if i open my eyes it might not be real, it might only be a dream."
"Maybe this will prove that it's not a dream."
Oliver felt his head being tipped upwards and then the warmth of another's lips being pressed gently against his own.
They pull back from each other and oliver slowly opened his eyes and saw the one thing he'd always wanted.
Percy.
Oliver slowly awoke. His senses retuning slowly. He kept his eyes shut as he could already feel the throbbing of his hangover and he knew the early morning sun would feel as if it would kill him at any moment.
The next thing he felt was the heat, he was far warmer than normal and he realised he wasn't alone. He racked his still not working brain for any clue as to who it could be, but all he could really remember at that moment was a vague picture of him drinking butterbeer out of the Quidditch Cup. Everything else was really blurry.
He shifted slightly and felt the firm chest of another man underneath his hand. Okay thought Oliver that narrows the options down slightly.
Who did he know that was gay and would fancy him.
He quickly went through his team mates but none of them had seemed even the slightest bit interested before. The only one he thought might be that way was Harry but he was too busy obsessing over that Malfoy git.
He knew who he wished it was but that was even more unlikly as he had a girlfriend, but that didn't stop Oliver's mind from leaping to the most desired conclusion. But then the logical part of his mind caught up with the rest and he realised his chances of that ever happening were vertually nil.
He felt the man beneath him begin to stir and as he did so his arms tightened around Oliver pulling him closer so now Oliver's face rested on his chest and their legs were tangled together. One of the mans hands began to stroke up and down Oliver's back. "That feels nice" thought Oliver. It made him want to wriggle closer.
He gathered his courage and slowly opened one bleary eye. He immediatly shut it again, against the assault of the early morning sunshine.
His mind though instead of concentrating on the pain he now felt was going over the very brief flash of pale, creamy skin and the light dusting of red hair on the chest below him. That's when it hit him the only man he knew that fit the description was him. But it couldn't be he was straight. Wasn't he?
"Oliver" came the whispered voice "are you awake?"
Oliver closed his eyes tighter and shook his head.
"Oliver" came the voice again a little stronger now "are you okay?"
Another negative shake of his head.
"Will you talk to me?"
Another shake of the head.
"Oh" the voice sounded disapointed, resigned almost "Maybe i should go?"
And as he tried to get up Oliver tightened his arms around him and said "please don't."
The body beneath him relaxed back onto the bed and the hand that stroked his back began to stroke through his hair.
"Will you look at me now?"
Yet another negative shake of the head.
"Why not?"
"Because if i open my eyes it might not be real, it might only be a dream."
"Maybe this will prove that it's not a dream."
Oliver felt his head being tipped upwards and then the warmth of another's lips being pressed gently against his own.
They pull back from each other and oliver slowly opened his eyes and saw the one thing he'd always wanted.
Percy.