The Unexpected Wedding Date

Disclaimer and Warnings: NC-!7, Don't read if you don't like to men getting to know each other in that way. The Characters are not mine and they never would be.

Notes: Here's the scene the part that I dreaded writng about, but hey I have to get my foot wet sometime and i suppose this ist the right time to do it. I hope I got this done okay. Please review or drop me an e-mail to tell me what you think.

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For my Angel.

This hasn't been betaed so all mistakes are mine.

Chapter 8 : Can't think of a decent one (maybe because this chapter isn't)

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"Okay who wants to have a slice of my custard pie?"  Molly asked when she and Arthur had arrived home with Oliver and Percy.  Ginny, Hermione and the twins had gone out on the town with the rest of the wedding party and Ruelf had been in bed an hour earlier.  So it was only the four of them at this hour.

"Not me dear,"  Arthur said, as he pulled Molly to his arms and stole a kiss.  "I'm going to bed.'  He announced, apparently the drive home made him feel quite tired.  Having released his wife, he looked at Percy and Oliver.  "Don't stay up to late kids."

"We won't."  Oliver promised.

"Count me out, too."  Percy said, unsuccessfully trying to stifle a yawn.  "All that food a the rehearsal dinner has made me sleepy.  I'm turning in early too."

Molly looked at Oliver meaningfully.  "You aren't going to let me eat alone, are you dear?"

"You know.  I just might have an inch of space left in my stomach for that pie."

"As so you should."  Percy remarked as he bent to kiss his mum goodnight.

"What about me?"  Oliver teased.

"You'll get yours later."  Percy said as he went out the kitchen and headed up the stairs.

That comment didn't register in Oliver's head until after Percy had already been walking up the stairs.

Oliver followed Molly to the kitchen and took a seat at the round oak table, cluttered with some cards and papers.

Molly took the pie from the refrigerator and slice generous pieces for both of them.  Then she used her wand to heat up the slices and added a big scoop of vanilla ice cream on top of them.  Then she set the plates on the table and poured them both a glass of milk.

Oliver savored the pie and the ice cream as Molly sorted out the mail that they received from well wishers.  "Do you make a good living with Quidditch dear?"  Molly asked after a moment.

Oliver smiled to himself.  Arthur was indeed the head of the family, the big bear of the family (so to speak), but this lady sitting in front of him, was a very protective mama bear with her cubs.  She was giving Oliver, the "Are your intentions honorable, young man?" speech.

"I do quite alright."  Oliver answered quite modestly, watching the woman finish piling the mails into two piles.  The Junk pile and the pile where it's worth saving and being seen.  From Oliver's point of view the pile of junks clearly outnumbers the other stack of letters.

"How is Percy really doing by himself?"  Molly questioned.  "Is he happy at the Ministry?  My Arthur says that people don't have anything bad to say about Percy but we both think that he spends too much time working.  Even as a youngster, he was such a serious kid.  When he was growing up, we always told him that he really doesn't have to prove himself to us, that we love him as much as we do our other kids, but he still grew up way too early.  I do hope that you can lighten him up a bit and show him what life has to offer, show him how to have fun.  Get him out of that dreary office of his."

"I'm doing my best, ma'am."  Oliver answered solemnly.  Molly, apparently satisfied with his answer, gave him a nod.

"I was wondering."  Oliver said after a moment of complete silence.

"What is it dear?"

"Well, I was wondering.  How did you know that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Arthur.  How did  you know that he was the one for you.  I don't suppose you  just woke up one day and said to yourself.  That would do, I'd take him."

Molly smiled.  "Let me tell you something Oliver dear.  When you choose the wrong person the spend your life with, there's nothing worse than seeing that person everyday.  But when you find the right one for you, there's no greater joy than waking up with that person every morning." At Oliver's look she continued.  "It's the same for every other couple, even between two men or women.  When it's right, you're over the moon.  There will come a time, when life is going to be cruel, but once you have that person along your side.  Nothing can touch you.  Nothing can make you doubt your decision to spend the rest of your life with that person, as I did."

"You do seem to be a very happy woman."  Oliver observed.

"I am.  I have my Arthur and good children.  Though."  She leaned down quietly.  "I wouldn't say that in front of Fred and George.  I wish for my kids what I myself found.  I want them to find the same kind of happiness that I've had."  Molly patted Oliver's hand and took the plates and placed them in the sink.  "Now, let's  both  get to bed.  It's going to be a long day tomorrow."

"Yes ma'am, thank you for the great pie."  Molly smiled and shooed Oliver out of the kitchen.

As Oliver turned the stairway lights on and walked down the hall to Percy's bedroom to get his luggage so he could sleep on the vacant room downstairs.  He was prepared to show Percy that he was not some hormonally driven Quiddtch player.  He'd be a perfect gentleman the whole weekend.  There would be plenty of time after the wedding and when they're back at the city to see if anything would come out of this attraction that he'd felt since the first moment he set eyes on Percy almost fifteen years ago.

This weekend he'd concentrate on working on Molly and Arthur so he'd be invited back to visit.  Winning them over wouldn't hurt his cause.  Fred and George is already on his side, though they seem not to show it.  Ron and Ginny had known him since school, so he supposed they'd be amenable to side with him on his pursuit of Percy.  Bill and Charlie is the unknown part, so Oliver would have to work on that.

Yes, being the perfect gentleman was just the ticket to do it.

He said it, but can he do it?  Oliver wondered as he raised his hand to knock on Percy's bedroom door.

"Come on in."  Percy called out.

It was pitched black.  Percy had turned out the light and gone to bed already to sleep.  That would make it a lot easier.  He'd just get undressed in the dark, hog his end of the bed and sleep like a baby 'till morning.

"Lock the door."  Percy said.

Oliver did as he asked and reached out to turn on the light, but before he got a chance to.

"NO, leave it off."

"Uh-okay."  Oliver stammered, he lowered his hand to his side, waiting desperately to try and adjust his eyes so he'd be able to see something in the dark.

"Do you like me Oliver?" Percy asked in a husky voice.

"Ahh… sure, of course I do."  Why did it get hot in here all of the sudden.  Oliver was getting nervous.  He turned towards the direction of Percy's voice and was just able to make out Percy's silhouette sitting on the bed.

"Are we friends, Oliver?"  Percy asked, as he stood, Oliver could make out, even in the dark that Percy was wearing what looked like…..  satin boxers…..OH…..God, help.

"Yes, of course we are."  Oliver croaked.

"Are we **good** friends?"

"Uh-huh."  Oliver whimpered.  Enough already, this is too much.  He tried in vain to clear out his suddenly clogged throat.

"I like you Oliver.  I like you a real lot.  Do you mind if I show you how much?"  Percy asked as he walked towards Oliver.

"Uhmm….n.n-no."  Oliver was dreaming.  He'd fallen asleep eating the pie in the kitchen. Any moment now Molly would wake him up.

Percy reached out to place a hand on Oliver's face.  No.  He wasn't asleep.  He was awake.  Fully awake in fact.  He could hear his own heavy breathing in a now suddenly silent room.

Percy's thumb trailed over Oliver's lips.

Down boy, Oliver admonished himself, specifically his lower half.  He grabbed Percy's hand, stilling it.

"You aren't going to chicken out on me are you Oliver?"  Percy whispered.  "Let's just treat this as another one of our adventures.  I'm not here to complicate your life.  Or mine."

"Wha…what….uh…what are you trying to say Percy."  Oliver could see Percy now clearly, his eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the room.  He could see that Percy wet his lips nervously.

"You aren't the only one whose susceptible to all that lust in the air, Oliver, so I thought.  Why not?"

"Why not what?"  Oliver wanted to be sure.  Arthur was a very powerful wizard, and Molly ain't too shabby either.  He doesn't want to let this weekend be the last weekend he'd spend alive, or out of Azkaban.

"Have this weekend fling.  No strings attached.  Just two people doing what they're supposed to be doing when they're attracted to one another."  Percy said, repeating what Oliver had said earlier.  "We both go back to the city and to our own lives after the weekend.  Admit it, it's been on your mind anyway."

"I have made up my mind that I'd be the perfect gentleman this weekend on the way up the stairs.  I thought that was what you wanted."

"It's not only women who changes their mind.  Some men had been know to do that on occasion."  Percy turned his head, pressing his lips to Oliver's hands.  "I did. Is that a problem?"  he murmured huskily, licking Oliver's thumb.

"Percy love, you can do whatever you please."

Percy brushed his body across his, straining both their erections together.  Percy grasped Oliver's shape across his dress slacks.

"Oh, yes, please.."  Oliver rasped.  His thigh muscles tightened instinctively when he claimed Percy's lush lips.  As Percy leaned into him fully, returning the kiss, eager and hot, he tightly embraced the sleek body and slid his own hands over Percy, stopping at Percy's sating clad bottom to urge them both closer together.

When they continued to frantically kiss each other,  Percy tugged at Oliver's shirt.  Freeing it from his slacks, he pulled it over Oliver's head with a sense of urgency, and ran his hands over the broad chest.

Oliver took Percy's hands under his, stilling them and captured his lips in a drugging kiss.  Then with a groan, he released him.  "Jeez, Percy I always knew that you had the initiative.  I do like a man with initiative."

"Why? Because you're a lazy man?"  Percy teased.

"Lazy? I'll show you lazy.  Take off my pants and I'll show you lazy."

Percy's hands went to his belt buckle.

Oliver felt Percy's fingertips clench the waistband of his paints.  He shuddered, a small moan escaping his lips as Percy began to lave soft kisses across his stomach.

Losing rein on his passion, Oliver dragged Percy up and he thrust his hand beneath the man's boxers and wrapped his hand on the solid member underneath.  He squeezed and stroked until Percy cried out and began working on his belt buckle with renewed urgency.  Unfastening it, he slid it from the loops and let it slid to the floor.

"Careful, you'd better let me take care of it from here."  Oliver said, reluctantly removing his hand from Percy's boxers to undo the zippers on his slacks and slowly inched down the zipper.

"Hurry."  Percy urged.

"Impatient thing, aren't you love?"

He dropped his pants.  "Uh…uh… looks like we got a problem here."  Oliver said, looking back and forth between the two of them.

"What are you talking about?"

It was hard to keep the grin from his voice.  "Well, it seems that we're both wearing shorts…Now, I'm confused."

Percy laughed.  "So am I, what are you talking about?"

"Who gets to be on top –"

Percy moved his hands and clasped Oliver's bottom hard and they both fell back onto the bed.  A tight daring smile played on Percy's lips.

"Still confused?"

"I'm speechless."

"Good."

Percy and Oliver shed their boxers in a heartbeat for the next ten minutes the came together fast and furious.  Oliver's bites across Percy's neck was followed by a nibbling forage of his jaw line. When Oliver lifter Percy on top of his, Percy clutched Oliver's hair.  Moving together as one, they took what they wanted from each other.  Urgently, Delicously.  Both of them buried their mouths together so as to keep their cries of ecstasy from  summoning the whole Weasly's  with their wands raised.

Wonderfully sated, Percy slid down to Oliver in a limp, sweaty tangle.  After a moment Oliver felt Percy fingers at his lips.

"What?" Oliver asked, kissing them.

"Why is it that I just knew that you would be smiling."

"That's because I always smile when I'm happy."

"Not bad for a start."  Percy said with a laugh.

"**Start?**"

"Are you telling me that's it?  I thought that you were the famous Oliver Wood?"

"I am Oliver Wood, but I ain't no Energizer bunny."

"You could have fooled me."

"You do know how to encourage a man," Oliver said..

"I can be more encouraging," Percy said, sliding down Oliver's body.

"I've changed my mind." Oliver moaned.

Percy looked up , stopping his *encouragement*..

"No don't stop, How much champagne have you had tonight anyway."

"Just enough," Percy informed him cheekily and went back to encouraging him.

Oliver certainly wasn't going to argue with that.  Not when the result felt so....ah.....good. Oliver told himself that he was going to let the man encourage him to hell and back.  Oliver told himself that he could take anything the man dished out.  He was definitely up for the job. He chuckled to himself.  And then he bit his lips, overcame by exquisite sensations. "Percy, love."

Oliver breathed on a strangled moan, he cupped the redhead.  When he caught his breath and opened his eyes he saw that Percy had his head propped up on an elbow as he watched him. "Guess, I was a little too encouraging huh?"

"Nope I was wondering whether we could encourage each other."  Percy laughed but then proceeded to let Oliver do his own brand of encouragement.

"Guess we better get some sleep, We still have to get up early tomorrow."

"I know" Percy said. "I promised Ruelf I'd take him to the mall tomorrow. and then we still need to rent you a tux.  I can't believe Ginny talked you into filling in for Marcus in the wedding party.  Only Marcus Flint would wind up in a hospital with a broken leg two days before the wedding."

"You're going to go there and sign his cast then?"

"No, of course not, if I do I'd be tempted to break his other leg."

"I'll remember not to get on your bad side.  If I'm not giving you your money's worth be sure to and tell me okay."  Oliver knew the moment he said those words that it was the worst thing that he could possibly say.  He hadn't meant for it to be like that.  And worse, there was nothing he could say to make it better.  And any attempt to would only make it worse.  Percy scooped up his boxers, pulled them on and dived beneath the sheets.  His body language said it all, making Oliver feel even worse.  He was curled up in a fetal position, his back to him.  He slept with his birthday suit on.  Normally it didn't chill him.  But as Oliver lay beside Percy hugging the edge of the bed, he was cold.  Sleep was impossible.

Oliver Wood was an idiot, and he'd be the first one to admit that.

Percy lay quietly beside Oliver, not moving a muscle.  He didn't want Oliver to know that he hadn't fallen asleep.  He wanted Oliver to think that Percy has seduced him without another thought. Wanted him to think that his careless words didn't hurt him.

What had started out to be an act of desperation - buying a male to be his date this weekend, who would have thought that it could have brought him someone he could really fall in love with.

If he was looking for someone to fall in love with that is - which Percy wasn't. Oliver was not ready for a commited relationship any more than he was.  This was a weekend fling. Two men sharing body heat for two days.  Oliver was a date, nothing more.

And Percy planned to get his money's worth.  Hugging his pillows to himself,  Percy settled in for some good dreams. 

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Next time : There's about only two more parts to go and I'll be finished, so if all goes well, we'd all be done in a weeks time. Percy and Oliver goes shopping for tux.