a/n really shitty, short chapter, but I wanted to update so here you go,
not nearly enough action, but I'm new to an actually slash story. please
review, help the battered and broken ego known as enter name here. if you
do that I promise the chapter will be up more quickly, if you don't well
then wait another month, but it shall continue..
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His words stumbled out between gasps as the other boy, rocked back
on his heels, noticing the thin barrier of white cotton that rested
between their bodies. He shook his head, going in for another kiss;
he reveled in the obvious discomfort of Oliver, now not as
passionate, probably thinking over both his and his twin brother's
face trying desperately to match his face up with either. He pulled
back, shivering slightly even in the steam filled room, a smile
pulling at his lips as he sees Olivers creased brow, usually this
look was saved for Quidditch practice, but now the auburn hair boy
got to enjoy it for himself, he had confused his captain and was
enjoying every second of it.
Of course he realized this was a lot for Wood to take in one day
and his withholding of his own name wasn't going to help matters
any, so he slowly opened his mouth, ready to betray his identity-
"Oliver!" the yell echoed through the almost empty locker room,
filling both of their ears. Oliver pulled up his towel, rubbing his
face, almost franticly. A few moments later looking at the younger
boy, his usually clear completion now stained with a deep crimson.
"I, erm, have to go." His Scottish brogue sliding over every word,
succeeding in making Weasley even more distressed by Oliver's
abrupt leaving.
And he was gone. Weasley just sighed, watching the last spot Oliver
had been visible as if he would suddenly reappear and it was
difficult for him to let go of that hope. He pulled him self away,
throwing the towel towards the wall before pushing his head under
the pounding water.
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She brushed her brown hair from her shoulder, glancing over as he
walked slowly beside her, noticing the rashes that covered his
face, she pushed in closer, pressing a long index finger into his
flesh. His body tensed and he turned towards her quickly, his eyes
large, as though he was trying to feign innocence.
"What happened?" He shrugged his hand landing gently on his cheek.
"Practice, you know." And he just hoped that was an adequate
enough answer for her. She shrugged back, giving him a tiny smirk
before kissing his cheek. This again caused him to tense. "I've got
to go find Harry to, um, go over plays, I'll see you." She nodded,
cocking an anorexic eyebrow in his direction and even chose to
dismiss his leaving with out touching her.
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He pulled the curtains of his four-poster shut, trying desperately
not to glance at Percy as he sat, scribbling away at his desk. He
could feel his brain pounding against his skull, threatening to
implode with all this excess information, his organs being ripped
apart with overwhelming guilt. Something he was far from used to.
-----
His words stumbled out between gasps as the other boy, rocked back
on his heels, noticing the thin barrier of white cotton that rested
between their bodies. He shook his head, going in for another kiss;
he reveled in the obvious discomfort of Oliver, now not as
passionate, probably thinking over both his and his twin brother's
face trying desperately to match his face up with either. He pulled
back, shivering slightly even in the steam filled room, a smile
pulling at his lips as he sees Olivers creased brow, usually this
look was saved for Quidditch practice, but now the auburn hair boy
got to enjoy it for himself, he had confused his captain and was
enjoying every second of it.
Of course he realized this was a lot for Wood to take in one day
and his withholding of his own name wasn't going to help matters
any, so he slowly opened his mouth, ready to betray his identity-
"Oliver!" the yell echoed through the almost empty locker room,
filling both of their ears. Oliver pulled up his towel, rubbing his
face, almost franticly. A few moments later looking at the younger
boy, his usually clear completion now stained with a deep crimson.
"I, erm, have to go." His Scottish brogue sliding over every word,
succeeding in making Weasley even more distressed by Oliver's
abrupt leaving.
And he was gone. Weasley just sighed, watching the last spot Oliver
had been visible as if he would suddenly reappear and it was
difficult for him to let go of that hope. He pulled him self away,
throwing the towel towards the wall before pushing his head under
the pounding water.
-----
She brushed her brown hair from her shoulder, glancing over as he
walked slowly beside her, noticing the rashes that covered his
face, she pushed in closer, pressing a long index finger into his
flesh. His body tensed and he turned towards her quickly, his eyes
large, as though he was trying to feign innocence.
"What happened?" He shrugged his hand landing gently on his cheek.
"Practice, you know." And he just hoped that was an adequate
enough answer for her. She shrugged back, giving him a tiny smirk
before kissing his cheek. This again caused him to tense. "I've got
to go find Harry to, um, go over plays, I'll see you." She nodded,
cocking an anorexic eyebrow in his direction and even chose to
dismiss his leaving with out touching her.
-----
He pulled the curtains of his four-poster shut, trying desperately
not to glance at Percy as he sat, scribbling away at his desk. He
could feel his brain pounding against his skull, threatening to
implode with all this excess information, his organs being ripped
apart with overwhelming guilt. Something he was far from used to.