Chapter III: Stolen Kisses
Percy's day went quite well, ending up very productive, yet relaxing. He had Oliver in the back of his mind, and, since his school day was nearly over, he chose to return to his room. He had a nice book in mind, and couldn't wait to lie down and read. He could see Oliver's grinning face in his head, eyes bright like two sparkling jewels, soft brown hair shining. He was in a state of bliss, not paying attention to where he was walking. Suddenly, he crashed into someone. "Perce, why don't you watch where you're walking? One of us could've been hurt, you blockhead!" Ron yelled. "Oh, sorry Ron. Go on, get back to your room. It's almost time for quiet hours," Percy warned, as he slipped past his youngest brother, who muttered something inaudible to himself. What's the matter with me? I need to pay closer attention to where I'm walking, he thought.
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"Where is he? I've been waiting for such a long time. Hmmph!" Oliver complained, "Oh well, might as well take that bath, now. He'll be missing out." But deep down, Oliver was a little disappointed. Where could he be? It's not like him to be late like this, Oliver thought.
Suddenly, the door opened slowly, creaking, but Oliver was in the bathroom, unable to hear. Water ran into the tub, splashing loudly against the empty basin. Someone stepped into Oliver and Percy's dorm, surveying the expanse of the room, peering into their lives with a simple look at their living space. With just one view of how they lived, their lifestyles. The figure's ears perked up at the sound of the running water. Oliver could feel that something was not right as he undressed and slipped into the warm, soothing water that felt so good on his tired, sweaty body.
Marcus Flint had wicked thoughts in his head, naughty thoughts. He had been lusting over Oliver ever since he first saw those soft, pink lips curl into that obnoxious little smirk. But now, he was close, so close. So close to kissing those tender lips, so close to having his eyes fixated on that slim-yet-muscular body. The doorway to the bathroom was in sight, but he was having second thoughts. He quickly pushed those away and listened to his heart, bursting into the room.
"Flint! What are you DOING in here?!!! I'm taking a BATH!" Oliver exclaimed, quickly wrapping his towel around his slender waist. "Oh, just shut up, Wood," Marcus said as he advanced on Oliver. Grabbing Oliver, he pressed his lips to the quivering lips of the shocked Gryffindor Keeper. Marcus pushed Oliver up against the wall, and began kissing his neck, working his way down to his collarbone. ".Marcus.what are you doing?" Oliver squeaked out pathetically. The force of Marcus's strong arms kept Oliver's in a vulnerable position. ".Please, don't do this.please," Oliver pleaded. But Marcus kept going, ignoring Oliver's pleas. Marcus's lips trailed down Oliver's collarbone and centered on his left nipple. Though he didn't want to, Oliver let out tiny moans of pleasure. Hearing the sound of satisfaction from his love, Marcus continued to tease Oliver's nipple, nibbling and licking it suggestively. Oliver continued to whimper and moan in ecstasy. "Oliver, I want you, I need you," Marcus professed, looking up into Oliver's eyes. "But Marcus, I-" Oliver tried to explain, but he was cut off; Marcus stole a passionate kiss.
Oliver was floored. What would he do if Percy walked in? How would he explain what had happened? Oliver didn't know what to do. He was in love with Percy, but here Marcus was, kissing him, close to having sex with him. All of a sudden, the doorknob to the dorm was jerking; Marcus had taken care to lock it beforehand. "Oliver? What's going on in there, love? Is everything alright?" Percy asked from outside of the locked door. Oh no!! I was afraid this would happen! What am I going to do?! Oliver worried. "Uh, just a minute, Perce! Flint, get the Hell out of here! Please, just let this be our little secret, okay? Oliver asked quietly. He didn't want his love to know what had been going on in the bathroom that evening. Marcus eyed him warily. "Fine, Wood," he finally whispered. With that, Oliver stuffed him in the closet, instructing him to be quiet. Much later, after Percy had fallen asleep, he left the closet and returned to his room in the Slytherin tower, where, incidentally, the Boy-Who-Lived and the Dragon were in the middle of foreplay. A single tear appeared on Marcus's cheek, running down and dripping on the floor. But, it wasn't a tear of sorrow.
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Percy's day went quite well, ending up very productive, yet relaxing. He had Oliver in the back of his mind, and, since his school day was nearly over, he chose to return to his room. He had a nice book in mind, and couldn't wait to lie down and read. He could see Oliver's grinning face in his head, eyes bright like two sparkling jewels, soft brown hair shining. He was in a state of bliss, not paying attention to where he was walking. Suddenly, he crashed into someone. "Perce, why don't you watch where you're walking? One of us could've been hurt, you blockhead!" Ron yelled. "Oh, sorry Ron. Go on, get back to your room. It's almost time for quiet hours," Percy warned, as he slipped past his youngest brother, who muttered something inaudible to himself. What's the matter with me? I need to pay closer attention to where I'm walking, he thought.
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"Where is he? I've been waiting for such a long time. Hmmph!" Oliver complained, "Oh well, might as well take that bath, now. He'll be missing out." But deep down, Oliver was a little disappointed. Where could he be? It's not like him to be late like this, Oliver thought.
Suddenly, the door opened slowly, creaking, but Oliver was in the bathroom, unable to hear. Water ran into the tub, splashing loudly against the empty basin. Someone stepped into Oliver and Percy's dorm, surveying the expanse of the room, peering into their lives with a simple look at their living space. With just one view of how they lived, their lifestyles. The figure's ears perked up at the sound of the running water. Oliver could feel that something was not right as he undressed and slipped into the warm, soothing water that felt so good on his tired, sweaty body.
Marcus Flint had wicked thoughts in his head, naughty thoughts. He had been lusting over Oliver ever since he first saw those soft, pink lips curl into that obnoxious little smirk. But now, he was close, so close. So close to kissing those tender lips, so close to having his eyes fixated on that slim-yet-muscular body. The doorway to the bathroom was in sight, but he was having second thoughts. He quickly pushed those away and listened to his heart, bursting into the room.
"Flint! What are you DOING in here?!!! I'm taking a BATH!" Oliver exclaimed, quickly wrapping his towel around his slender waist. "Oh, just shut up, Wood," Marcus said as he advanced on Oliver. Grabbing Oliver, he pressed his lips to the quivering lips of the shocked Gryffindor Keeper. Marcus pushed Oliver up against the wall, and began kissing his neck, working his way down to his collarbone. ".Marcus.what are you doing?" Oliver squeaked out pathetically. The force of Marcus's strong arms kept Oliver's in a vulnerable position. ".Please, don't do this.please," Oliver pleaded. But Marcus kept going, ignoring Oliver's pleas. Marcus's lips trailed down Oliver's collarbone and centered on his left nipple. Though he didn't want to, Oliver let out tiny moans of pleasure. Hearing the sound of satisfaction from his love, Marcus continued to tease Oliver's nipple, nibbling and licking it suggestively. Oliver continued to whimper and moan in ecstasy. "Oliver, I want you, I need you," Marcus professed, looking up into Oliver's eyes. "But Marcus, I-" Oliver tried to explain, but he was cut off; Marcus stole a passionate kiss.
Oliver was floored. What would he do if Percy walked in? How would he explain what had happened? Oliver didn't know what to do. He was in love with Percy, but here Marcus was, kissing him, close to having sex with him. All of a sudden, the doorknob to the dorm was jerking; Marcus had taken care to lock it beforehand. "Oliver? What's going on in there, love? Is everything alright?" Percy asked from outside of the locked door. Oh no!! I was afraid this would happen! What am I going to do?! Oliver worried. "Uh, just a minute, Perce! Flint, get the Hell out of here! Please, just let this be our little secret, okay? Oliver asked quietly. He didn't want his love to know what had been going on in the bathroom that evening. Marcus eyed him warily. "Fine, Wood," he finally whispered. With that, Oliver stuffed him in the closet, instructing him to be quiet. Much later, after Percy had fallen asleep, he left the closet and returned to his room in the Slytherin tower, where, incidentally, the Boy-Who-Lived and the Dragon were in the middle of foreplay. A single tear appeared on Marcus's cheek, running down and dripping on the floor. But, it wasn't a tear of sorrow.
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