Quidditch Fantasy
Percy knew as soon as he stepped inside he'd be pushed against the door of his shared apartment. There was a small virtual stadium that had played out a hologram of quidditch matches as they happened every day. Fudge had installed them so workers would at least get to watch the matches live, even if they couldn't be there in person. He'd seen Puddlemere play Chudley Cannons and he'd seen Oliver Wood full fill his ultimate Quidditch fantasy. Beating Marcus Flint in Flint's last ever quidditch match. Flint was being forced to retire for misconduct and Bodily Assault towards other players, not to forget being in possession of class A muggle drugs and having them in his system. Oliver would be so pumped up with adrenaline that right now he was probably throwing himself around their apartment or jumping on their bed.
So Percy Weasley took a deep breath, removed his glasses and expected the worst. He stepped inside and was instantaneously pressed to the oak wooden door as he'd predicted but Oliver was apparently more full of adrenaline than he'd predicted because the keeper was naked, and still sweaty and smelling airy as the match had only finished 35 minutes ago. Apparently he was going au naturelle for this one. Oliver's lips were moving over Percy's that, licking and sucking in all the right places that made Percy groan. Oliver's larger thicker fingers wrestled his briefcase from Percy's hand and lifted the redhead's wrists over his head. He kissed Percy firmly on the lips, lip pressing against teeth before pulling at the ties of his robes. He grew quickly frustrated and Percy helped him, deftly unclipping them and quick to shrug the robes off. Next the tie which Oliver practically bit off, followed by his shirt and belt. Percy groaned as Oliver's hand drifted momentarily to kneed the region of his zipper before pulling him towards their bedroom.
Once there, Oliver pushed a naked Percy onto their bed, Percy's trousers, boxers, shoes and socks were scattered somewhere between the unlocked front door and the bedroom. The keeper straddled the other man, pressing lips to lips and hips to hips before sitting up and pulling the other man towards their pillows. "My god Perce, did you see it? Did you? Did you?" Oliver sounded like a small child. "I completely creamed him! I did it, I did it, I did it! I beat Marcus Flint!!" Percy let out a soft groan that Oliver didn't hear but he'd known it was coming because Oliver always did this. He'd get Percy wound up then he'd give him a play by play commentary on the match, despite knowing that Percy had watched it. He'd get down to the good stuff later, but Right now, Percy was happy to listen about how Oliver had finally done it.
Author's Notes: Tada.. not sure where this one came from but it's a nice shortish ditty that got you all expecting some lemon.. am I wrong? bet not!