disclaimers: not mine.
warnings: boy x boy love
Chapter 2
Oliver had glanced towards the Hufflepuff table more than once during breakfast. Cedric was blank, ignoring the prodding of his friends and instead seemed to be thinking hard about something. Oliver sighed. The iciness that Cedric had exhibited towards him in the Infirmary hurt him. Oliver was attracted to Cedric; who wasnt? He was beautiful, an excellent Quidditch player, and relatively intelligent for a Hufflepuff. In the prefect's bathroom, Oliver had acted first instead of considering the consequences beforehand.
Oliver's grip on the spoon tightened. He had been so positive that Cedric liked him too; especially from the erection that had been forming when Oliver started to touch him. Was Cedric scared that Oliver would hurt him or only play games with his heart? Cedric blinked, meeting Oliver's gaze. Neither shifted their attentions from each other; grey depths swirling with flecks of blue locked in on murky, chocolate pools of brown with the shards of gold. Oliver felt his heart jump to his throat and pulse yammer excitely.
Cedric had felt someone staring at him throughout breakfast; from the second he entered the Great Hall those eyes had been boring into his very soul. Finally, it had been too much and he wasn't surprised that it was Oliver. Cedric wanted to believe that Oliver was honest in his declaration of affections but who could be sure? Oliver wasn't exactly known to be a relationship kind of person; he rarely focused on anything other than Quidditch. Cedric, who was sought after much of Hogwart's due to his shockingly handsome looks, didn't know what to believe. Did Oliver see him as just a trophy like so many others who wanted to get into his pants? Cedric hadn't been propositioned by many males; only Davies and Justin whom he both let down, especially Justin considering the boy was one of his close friends. On the other hand, he was swarmed around by girls that could care less about him as a person. Oliver had ~seemed~ sincere. But could he be trusted? Could he actually trust Oliver with his heart-the one object that was closely guarded by every imaginable fortitude?
Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Snippet all curiously regarded Oliver was confusion. For the past ten minutes, their darling Keeper had been staring off into space, spoon resting idly in his hands. Oliver was recieving several odd looks from those around him and at the other tables. Maybe he finally cracked? Katie frowned. "What do you think's wrong with him?"
Angelina shrugged. "Probably devising a Quidditch program. You know Oliver." Katie pursed his lips. Oliver was zoning for a reason and it most definitely couldn't be Quidditch or else he'd be drilling them with the information.
Cedric was the first to look away; only because a younger Hufflepuff was tugging at his elbow. He smiled, laying his charm on thick so the girl couldn't see his inner suffering. Hannah nodded towards his neck, completely oblivious. "What happened to you?"
Cedric furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"
"You have a bruise on your throat."
The Seeker immediately lept from the seat and took off towards the bathrooms. Cedric didn't notice that he was being followed. Cedric bit his lip. Okay, maybe it wasn't what he thought it was. It could just be some sort of bruise he'd recieved in Quidditch but...how exactly did one get a bruise on their throat? Cedric stared at his reflection. A love bite. Oliver had given him a hickey. "Oh no..." he murmured. Now everytime he looked in a mirror he'd be reminded of- His train of thought was destroyed by foosteps. He spun on his heel and gaped at Oliver. "What....what are you doing here?!"
"We left some things unresolved and I want to resolve them. Come on, there's still an hour before classes begin and I think we need this talk. Astronomy Tower or the lake?" Oliver wasn't leaving any room open for debate.
"Astronomy Tower," Cedric said begrudgingly.
The walk was spent in an uncomfortable silence. Each were absored in their own hellish worlds. Cedric with his terror of having his heart broken and Oliver with his strong need to show Cedric he wasn't going to just use and abuse him. The sun was making its trek across the sky, providing ample lighting and enough shading that it relaxed the two a bit.
Oliver sat down, indicating that Cedric should too. The younger boy was practically backed against the rampart, huddled with himself. Oliver frowned. "I'm not going to hurt you Cedric. Please. Dont act like I will because I swear to Merlin I won't."
Cedric nodded, slowly crawling towards Oliver and sitting nearly knee to knee with him. "Why did you bring me here?"
"To talk. Cedric, I meant what I said lastnight. I honestly do care for you. I hadn't realised it quite fully until I touched you but I'd always had a crush on you, ever since the beginning of this year when I saw you. I mean, the girls would talk about you like you were some sort of god and I shocked myself that I agreed with them. I dont love you Cedric because, I've never been in love but just know that there's something really strong for you in my heart."
Cedric sighed. He wanted to believe Oliver so much! "It's hard to trust you Oliver. What's to say that the second you have sex with me that you won't leave me? Sex seems to be everyone's reasons for lusting after me. I can't help it that I look this way."
Oliver laughed, bewildering Cedric. "I hadn't even thought about sex! Oh god, I dont even know HOW to have sex with another bloke." He grinned. "I dont want you for anything sexual, you know, unless you plan to give me some pointers because I've never had any sort of dealings with another boy."
"You mean it?"
"I mean it."
Cedric searching Oliver's eyes for some sort of trick but there was nothing but complete and total honesty etched in those bottomless depths. "To be perfectly frank, I haven't either. I...I've never even been kissed yet."
"Seriously?" Oliver was finding that a hard thing to believe. A beautiful person like Cedric still unkissed?
"Kissing involves emotions and so far, no one has offered me any sort of emotions. Just desire, never love. That's why its harder for me to believe you."
"Cedric," Oliver hesitantly wrapped his arms around the slender boy's waist in a loose embrace, "I won't hurt you. I give you permission to murder me should I even remotely hurt you. Merlin, you are the most amazing person I've ever had the priviledge of meeting."
Cedric brought his arms up and circled Oliver's neck, their faces merely inches apart. "Are you telling me the truth? Do you swear on all things holy that you do care for me and that you aren't using me for some sort of sick game?"
"I am sincere and I am not using you for anything less than noble, I swear it on Quidditch." To any other person, they would have laughed but Cedric knew that Oliver took the game very seriously and was perhaps the only thing Oliver cherished to a great extent.
Cedric smiled shyly. "I believe you. Does...does this mean we're boyfriends?"
"Yeah." Oliver rubbed his nose against Cedric's in a cute eskimo kiss.
Cedric giggled, nose and cheeks brushed an endearing rose. "What do we tell people? Do you want to keep it a secret?"
"Anything you want to do."
"I..I think we should keep it on the mum for a while. People might accuse you of corrupting me." Cedric winked, burrowing his face into Oliver's shoulder, inhaling the musky and manly scent. It was so much more refreshing than that disgusting perfume girls wore.
"Accuse me? You are the one suggesting sex, me little mugwump."
Cedric crumpled his nose. "mugwump? You make me sound like an owl but..it's cute!"
Oliver chuckled, carressing the soft strands of dusty brown locks. "Only because you're cute." Oliver groaned. "I'm going to be spouting poetry soon."
"Maybe I want you to." Cedric cracked open an eye and peered up at his boyfriend. "I like to be romanced."
"I'll remember that." Oliver kissed the younger boy's forehead. "We should get ready for classes."
Cedric pouted. "But I dont want to."
"Come on me little mugwump, you're a prefect." Oliver cupped Cedric's chin in his hands, tilting his head to gain more access. "Oooh, you've been marked by me." Oliver laughed, running a finger across the blemished flesh. "It's only fair you mark me back."
"Are you sure?"
"Bloody sure."
Cedric nervously pressed his lips to Oliver's throat, suckling on the skin gently. He was prodded by Oliver, silently asking that he didn't need to worry. Cedric latched onto the flesh, biting and sucking with fervored ectasy, not a thought in the world but marking his boyfriend. A moan from Oliver and those strong hands pushing him off stopped him. He frowned. "You made me stop."
Oliver grabbed Cedric's hand and placed against the prominent bulge in the slacks. "No more of that until night."
Cedric flushed scarlet. "R..right! Classes now?" Oliver nodded, slipping his arm around Cedric's waist. Cedric glanced at the dark purple bruise on Oliver's neck. He smiled. He made that. He marked Oliver as his. Now everyone would know that Oliver was taken but now by who.
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next chapter: first kiss! spies! :)
warnings: boy x boy love
Chapter 2
Oliver had glanced towards the Hufflepuff table more than once during breakfast. Cedric was blank, ignoring the prodding of his friends and instead seemed to be thinking hard about something. Oliver sighed. The iciness that Cedric had exhibited towards him in the Infirmary hurt him. Oliver was attracted to Cedric; who wasnt? He was beautiful, an excellent Quidditch player, and relatively intelligent for a Hufflepuff. In the prefect's bathroom, Oliver had acted first instead of considering the consequences beforehand.
Oliver's grip on the spoon tightened. He had been so positive that Cedric liked him too; especially from the erection that had been forming when Oliver started to touch him. Was Cedric scared that Oliver would hurt him or only play games with his heart? Cedric blinked, meeting Oliver's gaze. Neither shifted their attentions from each other; grey depths swirling with flecks of blue locked in on murky, chocolate pools of brown with the shards of gold. Oliver felt his heart jump to his throat and pulse yammer excitely.
Cedric had felt someone staring at him throughout breakfast; from the second he entered the Great Hall those eyes had been boring into his very soul. Finally, it had been too much and he wasn't surprised that it was Oliver. Cedric wanted to believe that Oliver was honest in his declaration of affections but who could be sure? Oliver wasn't exactly known to be a relationship kind of person; he rarely focused on anything other than Quidditch. Cedric, who was sought after much of Hogwart's due to his shockingly handsome looks, didn't know what to believe. Did Oliver see him as just a trophy like so many others who wanted to get into his pants? Cedric hadn't been propositioned by many males; only Davies and Justin whom he both let down, especially Justin considering the boy was one of his close friends. On the other hand, he was swarmed around by girls that could care less about him as a person. Oliver had ~seemed~ sincere. But could he be trusted? Could he actually trust Oliver with his heart-the one object that was closely guarded by every imaginable fortitude?
Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Snippet all curiously regarded Oliver was confusion. For the past ten minutes, their darling Keeper had been staring off into space, spoon resting idly in his hands. Oliver was recieving several odd looks from those around him and at the other tables. Maybe he finally cracked? Katie frowned. "What do you think's wrong with him?"
Angelina shrugged. "Probably devising a Quidditch program. You know Oliver." Katie pursed his lips. Oliver was zoning for a reason and it most definitely couldn't be Quidditch or else he'd be drilling them with the information.
Cedric was the first to look away; only because a younger Hufflepuff was tugging at his elbow. He smiled, laying his charm on thick so the girl couldn't see his inner suffering. Hannah nodded towards his neck, completely oblivious. "What happened to you?"
Cedric furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"
"You have a bruise on your throat."
The Seeker immediately lept from the seat and took off towards the bathrooms. Cedric didn't notice that he was being followed. Cedric bit his lip. Okay, maybe it wasn't what he thought it was. It could just be some sort of bruise he'd recieved in Quidditch but...how exactly did one get a bruise on their throat? Cedric stared at his reflection. A love bite. Oliver had given him a hickey. "Oh no..." he murmured. Now everytime he looked in a mirror he'd be reminded of- His train of thought was destroyed by foosteps. He spun on his heel and gaped at Oliver. "What....what are you doing here?!"
"We left some things unresolved and I want to resolve them. Come on, there's still an hour before classes begin and I think we need this talk. Astronomy Tower or the lake?" Oliver wasn't leaving any room open for debate.
"Astronomy Tower," Cedric said begrudgingly.
The walk was spent in an uncomfortable silence. Each were absored in their own hellish worlds. Cedric with his terror of having his heart broken and Oliver with his strong need to show Cedric he wasn't going to just use and abuse him. The sun was making its trek across the sky, providing ample lighting and enough shading that it relaxed the two a bit.
Oliver sat down, indicating that Cedric should too. The younger boy was practically backed against the rampart, huddled with himself. Oliver frowned. "I'm not going to hurt you Cedric. Please. Dont act like I will because I swear to Merlin I won't."
Cedric nodded, slowly crawling towards Oliver and sitting nearly knee to knee with him. "Why did you bring me here?"
"To talk. Cedric, I meant what I said lastnight. I honestly do care for you. I hadn't realised it quite fully until I touched you but I'd always had a crush on you, ever since the beginning of this year when I saw you. I mean, the girls would talk about you like you were some sort of god and I shocked myself that I agreed with them. I dont love you Cedric because, I've never been in love but just know that there's something really strong for you in my heart."
Cedric sighed. He wanted to believe Oliver so much! "It's hard to trust you Oliver. What's to say that the second you have sex with me that you won't leave me? Sex seems to be everyone's reasons for lusting after me. I can't help it that I look this way."
Oliver laughed, bewildering Cedric. "I hadn't even thought about sex! Oh god, I dont even know HOW to have sex with another bloke." He grinned. "I dont want you for anything sexual, you know, unless you plan to give me some pointers because I've never had any sort of dealings with another boy."
"You mean it?"
"I mean it."
Cedric searching Oliver's eyes for some sort of trick but there was nothing but complete and total honesty etched in those bottomless depths. "To be perfectly frank, I haven't either. I...I've never even been kissed yet."
"Seriously?" Oliver was finding that a hard thing to believe. A beautiful person like Cedric still unkissed?
"Kissing involves emotions and so far, no one has offered me any sort of emotions. Just desire, never love. That's why its harder for me to believe you."
"Cedric," Oliver hesitantly wrapped his arms around the slender boy's waist in a loose embrace, "I won't hurt you. I give you permission to murder me should I even remotely hurt you. Merlin, you are the most amazing person I've ever had the priviledge of meeting."
Cedric brought his arms up and circled Oliver's neck, their faces merely inches apart. "Are you telling me the truth? Do you swear on all things holy that you do care for me and that you aren't using me for some sort of sick game?"
"I am sincere and I am not using you for anything less than noble, I swear it on Quidditch." To any other person, they would have laughed but Cedric knew that Oliver took the game very seriously and was perhaps the only thing Oliver cherished to a great extent.
Cedric smiled shyly. "I believe you. Does...does this mean we're boyfriends?"
"Yeah." Oliver rubbed his nose against Cedric's in a cute eskimo kiss.
Cedric giggled, nose and cheeks brushed an endearing rose. "What do we tell people? Do you want to keep it a secret?"
"Anything you want to do."
"I..I think we should keep it on the mum for a while. People might accuse you of corrupting me." Cedric winked, burrowing his face into Oliver's shoulder, inhaling the musky and manly scent. It was so much more refreshing than that disgusting perfume girls wore.
"Accuse me? You are the one suggesting sex, me little mugwump."
Cedric crumpled his nose. "mugwump? You make me sound like an owl but..it's cute!"
Oliver chuckled, carressing the soft strands of dusty brown locks. "Only because you're cute." Oliver groaned. "I'm going to be spouting poetry soon."
"Maybe I want you to." Cedric cracked open an eye and peered up at his boyfriend. "I like to be romanced."
"I'll remember that." Oliver kissed the younger boy's forehead. "We should get ready for classes."
Cedric pouted. "But I dont want to."
"Come on me little mugwump, you're a prefect." Oliver cupped Cedric's chin in his hands, tilting his head to gain more access. "Oooh, you've been marked by me." Oliver laughed, running a finger across the blemished flesh. "It's only fair you mark me back."
"Are you sure?"
"Bloody sure."
Cedric nervously pressed his lips to Oliver's throat, suckling on the skin gently. He was prodded by Oliver, silently asking that he didn't need to worry. Cedric latched onto the flesh, biting and sucking with fervored ectasy, not a thought in the world but marking his boyfriend. A moan from Oliver and those strong hands pushing him off stopped him. He frowned. "You made me stop."
Oliver grabbed Cedric's hand and placed against the prominent bulge in the slacks. "No more of that until night."
Cedric flushed scarlet. "R..right! Classes now?" Oliver nodded, slipping his arm around Cedric's waist. Cedric glanced at the dark purple bruise on Oliver's neck. He smiled. He made that. He marked Oliver as his. Now everyone would know that Oliver was taken but now by who.
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next chapter: first kiss! spies! :)
