Okay, so, I don't own Harry Potter but if I did, everyone would be gay. End of discussion lol sorry. Anyways, this is a Flint x Wood ^^ It also has Draco x Harry and Weasleycest (and yes, that means the twins. If you don't like it, bugger off ^^) It would give me great satisfaction if you would please review and let me know what you think :D Oh, and basically what's going on here is that Wood and Flint meet again after years of not really seeing each other. Yeah, they play at Quidditch matches and all but they never really talk or anything. So, when they see each other again at a party, things start to heat up between them ^^ It's rated M for a reason, my loves so, viewer discretion is advised ^^
Quidditch and Quarrels
"You've got to be out of your mind," one of my best mates, George Weasley, sighed.
"I am not," his twin, Fred, laughed.
"I have no interest in working with that right foul git," George groaned.
"Oh, come off it, Georgie. It's not that big a deal. He is Harry's boyfriend, after all," Fred laughed again.
"You know I don't like that Malfoy brat and you shouldn't either," George couldn't help but sigh again.
"I'm not saying you have to like him but I am saying that you have to come with me to the party," Fred kept laughing.
"And why do I have to go?" George asked with a huff.
"One, because Harry asked us and two…" his voice trailed off and he whispered into George's ear as I sat there, watching the two and their playful banter.
"And what's in it for me?" George asked.
"Fun, entertainment…sex," Fred said with a playful wink and George took on a brilliantly wicked smirk.
"Alright, alright, I'll go. That doesn't explain, though, why you brought Wood along," George said, finally turning attention to me.
"I only came along as backup in case Fred couldn't persuade which, he obviously had no problem doing," I shrugged and he rolled his eyes.
"So, what do we give the git for his birthday?" George asked, looking between his twin and me.
"Maybe you should just give him a birthday card. It's the thought that counts, right?" I suggested.
"We could give him a gift certificate for our joke shop," Fred suggested.
"You know how that man is. He'll pitch a right, foul fit over the fact that we didn't spend a lot of money on his gift," George sighed once again.
"Well, he's really changed since dating Harry. I think something simple will do just fine. What about a picture frame? That's always a nice gift. Or a pocket watch," I suggested.
"Those are excellent ideas, don't you think Georgie?" Fred asked with a grin.
"Actually, they are. So, does that mean we're going shopping now?" George asked, grabbing his coat.
"Yes, I suppose it does. I think we should buy him the pocket watch. It's an expensive enough gift to be from two people," Fred laughed.
"So, I'll go look for a picture frame?" I asked.
"That you will, Wood. That you will," George grinned at me.
I didn't like that look.
DunDunDun…
I roamed the streets of Diagon Alley, not sure exactly which shop I should choose to purchase from. Finding a picture frame wasn't a hard task but, well, I had never shopped for someone before. Despite having the twins as best mates and keeping in contact with Harry, I usually kept to myself. It was the off-season for Quidditch so, I had nothing to do and when I received the invitation via owl, I wasn't sure how to react and I had no choice but to say yes (despite my first instinct to say no which was changed when Fred had given me a particular piece of information I was glad to have). When I found out, I was phoned by Fred about the party. He immediately started blathering about how George was pissed about the invitation and he was refusing to go. When I asked what I was supposed to do about it, Fred insisted that I come by the shop within the week and help him persuade George. He didn't even need my help.
I had told Fred that I wasn't going when he told me a particular, old enemy was going to be there. I asked him who and when he told me, I immediately had to change my view and say yes to the invitation. I then agreed to pop into the shop and persuade George to our side. Now I was faced with having to purchase a gift. Damn. I wasn't far from Olivander's when I happened to see something shiny out of the corner of my eye. Perfect. I quickly walked into the small shop and purchased the small, rectangular silver frame imbedded with emerald jewels. Silver snakes were even carved into with emerald eyes. Brilliant and bloody good timing. The shop was about to close.
When I had made my purchase, I made my back to the Weasley shop and walked inside, looking around for one of the twins. I found one, not quite sure which, and flagged him down. When he was close enough, I opened the bag and showed him the frame.
"Bloody hell, Wood. That's a fine picture frame. Georgie still isn't back from shopping yet," Fred huffed and looked at his watch.
"You sent George out? You should know it'll take him an hour just to talk himself into actually buying something. Then it'll take him another hour to get back without hexing the damn thing," I groaned and rubbed my temples.
"Don't you worry about it. I know Georgie better than anyone. He'll pull through. So, anyway, are you excited about the party?" Fred asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Not really. Why would I be?" I asked.
"Oh, I don't know. Perhaps you might be excited to see a man that goes by the name of Marcus Flint?" Fred suggested, nudging me with his elbow.
"Don't be stupid. I wouldn't be excited to see that git if he was the one saving me from the belly of Harry's Hungarian Horntail," I snapped.
"Oh, touchy subject there, mate. It's alright. You don't have to lie to me," Fred laughed and I scowled. The git.
"I'm not lying," I growled.
"Oh, sure, sure. Listen, I'm closing up early today. As soon as George gets back, actually so, maybe you should get home and wrap the gift. Tomorrow is the big night, after all," Fred winked and gave me a pat on the back.
"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow night," I sighed and turned to walk into the alley to whisk away to my flat.
"Be sure to wear something nice, tomorrow. You never know if you might get lucky with Flint," Fred called after me before I gave him the finger and disappeared to the solitary silence of my flat.
DunDunDun…
My breath came in short gasps as I tried to breathe and moan at the same time. My back arched as I sat in my high back armchair with my legs spread and hanging over the arms of the chair. My hand seemed to glide up and down my cock as I moaned Flint's name. The man I had hated. That stupid Slytherin git. I had wanted to hex the bastard on many occasions and now, I just wanted him mouth on my cock. That's all I wanted. Well, to be honest, I wanted him to love me but at that point in time as I was having a good wank, I just wanted his mouth on my cock.
"Unh, a-ah, Flint!" I shouted as I came and the sticky liquid seemed to squirt out.
Damn, I would have to clean that up…who cares? Why not go for round two? I let my eyes flutter shut once more as I began to move my hand again. This time I slid my other hand down and around to scoop up some of my cum and use it as lubrication while I slid fingers in and out of my arse. My hips moved, sliding my cock in and out of my hand and my bum up and down on fingers. Mmm, sweet bliss. If only Flint were fucking me and not my fingers. Oh well. One can dream.
When I came again, I let myself relax a while before finally cleaning up and taking a shower. I had to have a couple more tugs before I was finally satisfied enough to sleep. I had no idea how I was going to handle the next night.
DunDunDun…
When six o' clock rolled around the next evening, I was left picking out my own outfit. That was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I finally just gave up and wore dark, loose fitting jeans with a forest green, loose fitting turtle neck and black converses. Yes, I looked rather…handsome, if I must say so, myself. Since I liked to keep my hair short, I didn't have to do much to groom it. When I was satisfied with my appearance, as the invitation had said to dress casually, I took the floo to the flat that Harry and Draco shared. Upon arrival, I thought I had whisked myself away to some mansion until I recognized many of the faces around me.
Thank Merlin that casual didn't mean something else in the language of rich people, otherwise I would have been completely underdressed. I was happy to see that everyone else around me was in jeans or casual robes and the like. I had just started to get comfortable in my surroundings when two hands belonging to separate bodies clapped down on my shoulders. I jumped a little and started to panic when I noticed it was just the twins.
"You look like you've seen a ghost, mate," one started.
"Is everything alright?" the other finished with a question.
"You startled me is all. Where do I put this bloody thing?" I asked, looking down at the rectangular wrapped package in my hands.
"I suppose where all the other gifts are," the first twin chuckled.
"Honestly mate, what have you been doing the whole time?" the other asked.
"I just got here," I sighed and made my way to what appeared to be the large gift table in the corner.
When I had set the gift down, I took in the dark wood flooring and walls that weren't much lighter. The drapes were a brilliant black that went well with the deep purple walls. The high ceiling and tall windows reminded me of Hogwarts in a way. The room we were in, which I assumed to be the lounge, was spacious and held the close to sixty people present. I knew that Malfoy, er, Draco was always prone to large and extravagant events but this party seemed much quieter. I figured that was Harry's doing.
As I was admiring a French painting hanging above the gift table, I happened to glance to my left and see a handsome man standing not too far away. I couldn't help but assess him from the ground up. He was wearing a sort of black tennis shoe, much like my converses with a lighter pair of jeans than my own. I couldn't tell the exact proportions of his legs since the jeans were loose fitting like mine but, I could tell they were toned. His bum seemed round and firm and there was a slight dip that led into his back. The dip wasn't really that noticeable unless you were staring like I was. His black, v neck t-shirt hugged his obviously toned (but not overly built) torso and accented his pale skin. My eyes then traveled to his face and my jaw dropped. This unbelievably sexy, god of a man was none other than Marcus Flint…and his dark orbs were staring deep into mine. I almost shat myself.
DunDunDun…
Um, so, this is my first Harry Potter fan fiction and I'm quite embarrassed to say that it is AWFUL. I would love it if you just read and reviewed it to let me know what you think. I plan to keep it a two-shot but it may develop into more upon request. So, please let me know what you think .