Chapter IV: Well-meant Deception
"Hey Oliver! Why was the door locked?" Percy asked. "Oh, that. Well, I wasn't sure when you were coming, so I locked it so that no one would walk in on me," Oliver lied. "Well, have you already had your bath?" Percy asked seductively. "I got so bloody tired of waiting, love. Ready?" Oliver asked, suggestively. Percy licked his lips. "You bet I am," Percy answered. He strolled over to Oliver, who was still clothed in a damp towel, and gave him a small kiss, right before he began to strip. The feeling of Percy's lips still lingered on Oliver's. Percy had some difficulty getting his shirt off, so Oliver decided to help him. Percy's pale skin looked like snow compared to Oliver's lightly bronzed physique. Oliver's eyes widened as he gazed at Percy's surprisingly toned figure. Percy just blushed in response. He let his hands do the talking.
In a matter of time, Percy was nearly naked, covered only by a flimsy towel. His soul was bare, as bare as his body. Oliver beckoned Percy to follow him with his index finger. Percy was in a trance, and followed Oliver into the bathroom. The tub was empty, still warm from the water that had been in it, before Marcus had intruded. Bubble bath sat on the counter, a rich, erotic lavender scent. The water ran into the basin slowly; too slow. Oliver's arms curled around Percy's slim waist. "Percy, I, I feel like I'm in a dream. Is this for real?" Oliver asked, gazing thoughtfully into the redhead's beautiful eyes. "I know how you feel, Olly. A couple of weeks ago, I couldn't even begin to imagine us, together, like this. I was sure that you would flip out if I confessed my feelings," Percy replied, draping his arms over Oliver's bare shoulders. "Well, I guess this time, "Perfect Percy" was wrong. You shouldn't doubt yourself, Perce. Yeah, I know, it's a little hypocritical. Everyday, I would just sit and stare dreamily, wishing you were mine," Oliver responded, one hand brushing through the famous Weasley red hair. Percy laid his head on Oliver's shoulder. "I wish we could be like this forever," Percy admitted. Oliver chuckled, and tilted Percy's head up to look into his eyes. "Perce, listen. As long as I live, I'll be by your side. And that's a promise," he said softly. He then took one of Percy's hands, held it in his own, and kissed it softly. "Oh, Oliver," Percy swooned. They leaned in for the kiss, full of love for one another. Percy's lips invited Oliver's tongue. Electricity pulsated through their bodies. Oliver was as talented a kisser as a Keeper. They soon forgot all about the bath; their thoughts were focused only on each other. After a little bit, Oliver pulled away. "What's wrong? Do I have bad breath or something? Because I have some breath mints somewhere-" Percy was cut off. "No, that's not it. I was just thinking, maybe we could move to somewhere more comfortable. I think the bath is ready. Shall we, Perce?" Oliver asked. The fragrance of the bubble bath was tantalizing as Oliver began to pour some in, mixing it with the flowing water. "If you insist," Percy answered. "After you, love," Oliver said invitingly. He turned off the faucet, and held Percy's hand as he stepped into the tub. That night, Percy and Oliver enjoyed the best bath of their lives.
"Hey Oliver! Why was the door locked?" Percy asked. "Oh, that. Well, I wasn't sure when you were coming, so I locked it so that no one would walk in on me," Oliver lied. "Well, have you already had your bath?" Percy asked seductively. "I got so bloody tired of waiting, love. Ready?" Oliver asked, suggestively. Percy licked his lips. "You bet I am," Percy answered. He strolled over to Oliver, who was still clothed in a damp towel, and gave him a small kiss, right before he began to strip. The feeling of Percy's lips still lingered on Oliver's. Percy had some difficulty getting his shirt off, so Oliver decided to help him. Percy's pale skin looked like snow compared to Oliver's lightly bronzed physique. Oliver's eyes widened as he gazed at Percy's surprisingly toned figure. Percy just blushed in response. He let his hands do the talking.
In a matter of time, Percy was nearly naked, covered only by a flimsy towel. His soul was bare, as bare as his body. Oliver beckoned Percy to follow him with his index finger. Percy was in a trance, and followed Oliver into the bathroom. The tub was empty, still warm from the water that had been in it, before Marcus had intruded. Bubble bath sat on the counter, a rich, erotic lavender scent. The water ran into the basin slowly; too slow. Oliver's arms curled around Percy's slim waist. "Percy, I, I feel like I'm in a dream. Is this for real?" Oliver asked, gazing thoughtfully into the redhead's beautiful eyes. "I know how you feel, Olly. A couple of weeks ago, I couldn't even begin to imagine us, together, like this. I was sure that you would flip out if I confessed my feelings," Percy replied, draping his arms over Oliver's bare shoulders. "Well, I guess this time, "Perfect Percy" was wrong. You shouldn't doubt yourself, Perce. Yeah, I know, it's a little hypocritical. Everyday, I would just sit and stare dreamily, wishing you were mine," Oliver responded, one hand brushing through the famous Weasley red hair. Percy laid his head on Oliver's shoulder. "I wish we could be like this forever," Percy admitted. Oliver chuckled, and tilted Percy's head up to look into his eyes. "Perce, listen. As long as I live, I'll be by your side. And that's a promise," he said softly. He then took one of Percy's hands, held it in his own, and kissed it softly. "Oh, Oliver," Percy swooned. They leaned in for the kiss, full of love for one another. Percy's lips invited Oliver's tongue. Electricity pulsated through their bodies. Oliver was as talented a kisser as a Keeper. They soon forgot all about the bath; their thoughts were focused only on each other. After a little bit, Oliver pulled away. "What's wrong? Do I have bad breath or something? Because I have some breath mints somewhere-" Percy was cut off. "No, that's not it. I was just thinking, maybe we could move to somewhere more comfortable. I think the bath is ready. Shall we, Perce?" Oliver asked. The fragrance of the bubble bath was tantalizing as Oliver began to pour some in, mixing it with the flowing water. "If you insist," Percy answered. "After you, love," Oliver said invitingly. He turned off the faucet, and held Percy's hand as he stepped into the tub. That night, Percy and Oliver enjoyed the best bath of their lives.