A/N- After this chapter the story could probably end. I would like it if it continued, but with the way I write I'm not sure what will happen to this story. I tend to get ideas like "hey, this situation would be cool" it bounces around in my head for a while, then I write it down. Usually I end up with a bunch of bits that would be in the same story if they had anything to connect them, or a plot (I'm not good with writing real plots, I like happiness and fluff, and shagging) I have tons of ideas, that if strung together, would be epic length stories, with no real plot. I would love it if this story went on for a long time, perhaps all of OOTP, however, I can guarantee that that won't happen with me. However, I have no idea at all where to go from where I have it now (end of this chapter). Any suggestions would be more than welcome. I've written some other bits from later, but have no way to connect anything. I've also written a bunch about the boys when they were in school (which is why I find myself sometimes not explaining some of the backstory stuff, because I forget that you haven't read those parts) which I would love to post as a story, but…well…I'm a slacker. I would love any suggestions you have. This chapter isn't all wonderful, but there are a lot of parts I really like. I hope you enjoy it!
I also apologize if things get too hideously American. I have trouble with that, since I am American. Hopefully I'll do better once I spend six months or so in the UK.
I hope you all appreciate this, because I have finals this week. Right now, I should be writing a paper on homosexuality in film, or studying Irish, or English history for the two exams I have one Monday, but I'm not, I'm working on this story, to make all of you happy. Wish me luck, if I can manage to write all my papers, take all my exams, pack all my shit, and not go insane by Thursday, I'll have over a month before I have any school work to do again. Here's hoping this weeks goes ok.
Look! A Dinosaur!
Chapter Five: In which alcohol is consumed, stories are told, and yummy things happen.
Oliver got a real dinner every night that week, and even a couple breakfasts, he and Percy had a few more awkward moments like the one on Sunday, but overall they were managing very well, considering their past, and the thoughts they were each having, but not saying out loud. They even managed to spend Wednesday evening with Penny reminiscing about school without bringing about any moments of discomfiture. The week passed pleasantly and both men were rethinking their previous decisions that living together might have been a horrible mistake.
When Oliver woke up Friday morning Percy was already at work. Always the late riser, Oliver grabbed some breakfast, threw on some clothes, grabbed his broom and quidditch things, and apparated to practice. Practice was pretty light for Oliver that day, which normally he wouldn't have minded. The problem today, however, was that this allowed Oliver time to think, which was nice and he could try to figure out some things, mostly involving Percy. But it also allowed him to figure out some things, mostly involving Percy. Oliver had cared about Percy, a lot, and it had been quite some time since he'd decided that their break up was for the best. But now, with Percy around again…hell, he hadn't even been staying with him for two weeks, but just the brief touches, fingers brushing while passing food at dinner, had sent shivers up his spine. Jesus, the first night he was there, when Percy apologized to him, he had to work damn hard to force himself not to hug the redhead. And he had lost that same fight once already. Oliver's head swam with thoughts of Percy, of how bad an idea it probably was to have him staying there, of how he probably never should have let him stay, of how nice Percy's new glasses looked, the way he still straightened his hair and glasses when he was nervous, of that moan that escaped when he was eating…the last being particularly distracting. He wanted to make Percy moan like that again, he wanted-
He shook his head trying to clear his head of those thoughts, that was not a road open to him now, it was not a good idea.
"Wood, what's up, mate? You've been out of it all day." Siobhan, one of the team's chasers, questioned as they changed in the locker room after practice.
"What? Nothing. I'm fine, really." His teammates looked at him disbelievingly.
"If you say so. You want to go grab a pint with us?"
"I'd love to but I can't, I'd feel bad going off and leaving my roommate by himself so soon."
"Roommate?" the teams eyebrows raised collectively. "Who might this be and why haven't we heard about it?"
"Really, you think I tell you everything? Anyway, it's only been a couple weeks, he's a friend from school."
"A good friend from school?" Ned, a beater, asked.
"My best friend from school." Oliver replied.
"A redheaded friend from school." said Alistair.
"Why did I ever tell you about that?" Oliver asked him.
"Because you were pissed, and I asked about that picture in your flat."
"Are you two talking about that ex Oliver's still in love with?" Ned asked.
"Remind me never to get drunk around you people again. And who said I was in love with him?"
"It's pretty obvious when you talk about him, Ol. Are you going to answer the question or not?" Oliver sighed.
"Yes, it's him, ok? Leave me alone now."
"No way! No one ever gets left alone when their getting some! Tell us all the sordid details!"
"Bloody hell! Get your mind out of the gutter, we're just friends now."
"Wait a minute!" interrupted Siobhan again, "Little Oliver's getting laid?" with this the whole teams burst into raucous congratulations, innuendo, and jokes.
"Will all of you just be quiet!" Oliver yelled, "I am not getting laid! We are just friends!" the team smiled at him, not believing any of it, but quieted down and turned back to their lockers. Alistair, however, did not.
"Come on, Wood. I'm your friend, you can tell me the truth."
"I'm serious, Ali. I'm not shagging him anymore!"
"I know that, but nothing's happened since he moved in?"
"No. A few awkward moments, but that's all."
"But no shagging?"
"No, I've told you over and over, we are not shagging!"
"But you wish you were."
"Of course I do! Oh, damn." Oliver swore, realizing what he'd just said. Alistair smiled triumphantly. "Alright, I can't help it, I want to thrown him to the floor and shag him senseless. But, you'd understand if you knew him, he's beautiful. He's even more adorable then he was when we left school, and he still does the same little things. Like the way he straightens his hair or glasses when he's nervous, or when he starts babbling, or his uncharacteristic messiness, or his weird, and occasionally disturbing, affection for chicken tikka masala…oh god, listen to me, this may be worse than it was before." Alistair laughed at him.
"Oh ho ho, it seems our charming little Oliver is quite smitten." Oliver hung his head trying to hide his blush. "How about this, we're all going out for a drink, you go home and get him, bring him along, get him liquored up, and have your wicked way with him."
"Alistair!"
"I'm serious, bring him along, I'm sure we'd all like to meet him."
"Well, we'll see." Oliver smiled, getting up from his seat and gathering his things, "Maybe I'll see you later."
Oliver apparated to his bedroom, dropped his things on the floor and called out to Percy.
"Percy! I'm home!"
"I'm in here, making dinner!" Percy yelled from the kitchen. Oliver smiled, walking down the hall. He entered the kitchen and saw Percy, pots on the stove, tapping and flicking his wand, making dinner.
"Well, isn't this nice. I come home from practice, sore and tired, and there's a cute redhead slaving over a hot stove just for me."
"You can think it's just for you if you want, but you know I'm not going to eat that shit you used to live on."
"Yes, dear." Oliver smiled, but it was a novelty to have real food again. Percy continued flicking his wand, food flying around the room, and shortly dinner was ready. Oliver had pulled out plates and silverware and set the table. Percy set out the food and they sat down to eat. Oliver was still impressed with Percy's cooking abilities, and complimented him several times, thanking him for the meal.
"It's the least I can do." Percy replied, "and I mean it the other day. I may have come off sounding like my mother, but you really do need to eat real meals." Oliver laughed at this and smiled at Percy.
"Yeah, well, keep this up much longer and I may never let you leave." Oh crap, he was flirting. Luckily that wasn't too bad, that didn't have to be interpreted as flirting, maybe Percy wouldn't notice.
"So, I'm to be kept here as your cooking slave?" Percy smiled back.
"Well, I'm sure I could come up with another use for you." Oliver smiled mischievously, feeling very upset with himself that he started this, Percy would probably run off now. But Percy didn't run off, he stayed at the table, finishing his meal, and smiled back. This was what gave Oliver the courage to do what he did next.
"Hey, a bunch of people from the team are going out for a drink, they wanted me to ask you if you want to come, you up for it?"
"Meet your teammates? I don't know, Oliver, that seems sort of…"
"Come on, it'll be fun, you need to get out more instead of being locked up here doing work, or at work. I told them you were my best friend from school and they want to meet you. They've heard about you before, their curious."
"They've heard about me?"
"Of course, we spent a lot of time together, Percy, you were bound to come up."
"I don't know, Oliver. I have some reports I should get done…"
"Percy Weasley! It's a Friday night! You are not doing work!"
"But Ol-"
"No, that's it! Come on." He grabbed Percy's hand and pulled him down the hall into his room. "I'll clean up the kitchen, you get yourself ready to go out and have a damn good time." Oliver closed Percy's door behind him and proceeded back to the kitchen to clean up dinner.
When the kitchen was clean once more, he returned to his room. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that was just tight enough in just the right places. He checked the mirror, decided he looked fine, and went down the hall to Percy's room.
"Percy," he knocked on the door, "are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be, I guess." Came the reply as Percy pulled open the door and Oliver froze. He knew the outfit Percy was wearing, he'd made Percy buy it, and he still loved it. It was simple, but never ceased to make Percy look amazing. The perfect pair of jeans, not tight enough to be ridiculous, or an eighties flashback, but tight enough to look fantastic and show off Percy's arse. The shirt was just a simple t-shirt, but it clung to Percy everywhere it should, never promising a thing, but hinting at any number of them. And it had short sleeves, something Percy rarely wore, not being fond of his Weasley freckles. This made Oliver like the shirt even more, he loved Percy's freckles, always had, they were one of his favorite things about him. All this, combined with Percy's new glasses, and slightly less neat hair, stole whatever words Oliver had, resulting in him simply staring.
"It this ok?" Percy asked, "It's crap isn't it? I'll go change."
"No." Oliver stopped him before he could go. He swallowed, "No, you look great, really. You always did look amazing in that…" Percy blushed slightly and smiled.
"Thanks…uh…shall we go?"
"Oh, yeah, sure. It's not far from here, we'll just walk, if you don't mind?"
"No, not at all."
They walked down the street, turned a few corners, and before long were standing outside the pub.
"You're sure about this?" Oliver asked.
"You're asking me? I was under the impression I had no choice."
"Well, you don't, but I sound nicer if I ask." Percy laughed at him, "Come on."
Oliver opened the door and walked into the pub. They stood near the door as Oliver looked for his teammates, "Follow me, their in the back." Oliver set off toward the back of the pub and Percy grabbed on to his arm, to make sure he didn't lose him in the crowd. Oliver pulled him along behind him, and Percy's hand slipped down Oliver's arm until he was holding onto his hand. He saw Oliver break through the edge of the crowd and heard a cheer erupt as he did so, Oliver's teammates must be glad to see him.
"Oliver! There you are!" he heard one of them bellow, "And where is this adorable redhead you were talking about all day?" Percy felt Oliver squeeze his hand and pull him forward. The people around the table looked surprised, Percy figured they didn't actually expect Oliver to show up with him.
Oliver made introductions all around, and Percy tried to remember everyone's names, but was sure he wouldn't manage to tonight. Two extra chairs were pulled up, Percy took one and Oliver vanished to the bar to get their drinks.
"So," the man on the other side of Oliver's chair spoke up, "You're Percy?"
"Yes, I am, Alistair was it?"
"Yeah, that's me. I've heard quite a bit about you."
"Have you?"
"Yes, I believe the general consensus is that you are even smarter and more adorable than you were in school. Although, Oliver's is the only opinion I've heard, and he's far from unbiased." Percy smiled at him, and blushed lightly, he had no idea how to respond to that. Oliver had been saying those things, did he still…
Oliver plunked a drink down in front of Percy, and the redhead immediately took a large drink of it.
"Hey, slow down Weasley! There's plenty of time."
"What is it you were so fond of saying? 'we've a lot of catching up to do'? Well, I feel that in this case you're correct, besides, you'll be drunk before me, I've always been able to hold my liquor better than you. It's a Weasley trait, I'm sure even Ron and Ginny could drink you under the table. It really is quite shameful for a Scotsman."
"Oh, you are not doing this again, Percy!"
"Why not? We can have a flashback to school. What was that…sixth year when we were completely legless and almost got caught?"
"Yeah, Penny would have loved that even more, the prefect and the quidditch captain, not only caught snogging, but completely smashed while doing it. She would have died."
"Yeah, she would have…bitch." They looked at each other and laughed uproariously. They continued laughing, drinking, and talking with Oliver's teammates for several hours getting progressively more and more drunk, and as Percy did so, he loosened up and began shooting quite a few more smiles in Oliver's direction, and being much less subtle about it. Oliver was chatting with Alistair, acutely aware of how close Percy was sitting to him, and how much closer it was than when they arrived, when he heard what Percy was talking about with some of his other teammates, he was surprised that Percy would talk about it, and a little upset that now the rest of the team would have all sorts of stories from school to tease him about. Well, he figured there was no stopping him now, and he began paying attention to Percy's conversation.
"So then Filch shows up, and I had to yell at Oliver for being out after curfew, and give him a detention!" Percy was laughing and regaling the team with stories of the two of them almost being caught in the act.
"Got a detention for snogging your boyfriend, Ol?" Ned asked laughing.
"Yes, I did, and that wasn't the only one I got stuck with for the same reason. But I do believe in most cases the points I won for Gryffindor for that reason outweighed the ones I lost." Percy laughed again.
"That they did." He smiled.
"Wait," Siobhan interrupted, "you got house points for snogging?"
"And shagging." Percy added.
"When the hell did Dumbledore start doing that? I would have liked to earn points that way."
"Well, you get to do shit like that when you're dating the head boy." Oliver laughed at their expressions. The looks turned to Percy.
"You gave points for shagging?"
"Well, just to Oliver." Percy said defensively. "And never enough that people would notice to ask what they were for."
"Except that once." Oliver pointed out.
"Well, you really deserved them that time." Everyone looked at them curiously, hoping for an explanation. Percy obliged, "So, Oliver gave me the worlds most fantastically, amazingly, wonderfully, perfect blow job in the history of the world. I'm not thinking straight, I'm still out of it, and without thinking I say '100 points to Gryffindor' we didn't even think about it until we went to breakfast the next day and everyone was talking about it. I gave him points for that pretty frequently, but no more than ten at a time, usually only five. So we sit down at breakfast, and I'm freaking out that someone will find out who got the points, and why, when I look up and Dumbledore is giving me that look. And he comes and talks to me later, and says that he knows I gave the points and he's sure it was a mistake, and how about I take a bunch of points off and fix it. That damn man knows everything."
"So, did you take the points off?"
"Most of them. Eighty I think. I couldn't take them all off, he still deserved all of them but…" the team all laughed, "I'm not kidding," Percy spoke up again, "that was a fucking amazing blow job. You think Oliver's a good keeper…" he trailed off, leaving no one doubting what else Oliver might be good at.
"So no one knew about you two at school?" Ned asked Percy.
"Nope." He explained, "Well, my best friend, Penny, did. Actually everyone assumed I was dating her, that helped a lot with keeping Oliver and I a secret. And my oldest brother knew."
"Oh, god," Oliver laughed, "I'd forgotten about that, that was terrifying!"
"Oh, now we have to hear this story." Siobhan insisted.
"Ok," Percy settled into story telling mode again, "So it was the summer between our six and seventh years. My family and I go to Diagon Alley for school shopping and whatnot, and we run into Oliver. Now, my family had no idea about us, but two of my younger brothers were on the quidditch team with him, so they spoke to him, and they chatted for a while. Anyway, not important, what is important is that I told them all I was going off to Flourish and Blotts. So I left Oliver talking to the twins and went to the bookstore, and who shows up shortly after I get there, but Oliver Wood, surprise surprise." The team all laughed at Percy's story, and he continued, smiling. "Now keep in mind, we were seventeen year old boys, we were used to sharing a room, alone, at school, and it had been over a month since we'd seen each other, and it would be another two or three weeks before school started. In other words, we were gagging for it." The team laughed uproariously at this. "So, I drag Oliver into one of the dark dusty corners in the back where no one ever goes and…things progress."
"You shagged in the bookstore?!?" Someone asked, incredulous.
"No!" Percy admonished him, then smiled mischievously, "but not for lack of trying. We'd only been there a couple minutes, and things were just starting to get really good when we hear someone clear their throat. Now, we were certainly disheveled by this point, and I can guarantee that there were not four visible hands, combine that with the fact that we were still attached at the lips, and it was pretty obvious what we were up to. So we look up, and there's my brother, coming to get me so we can all go home. To this day I'm still glad it was him, if it had been any other family member, except for maybe Charlie, things would have gone much differently. Can you imagine if it had been the twins?" This was directed at Oliver, who shuddered.
"I don't even want to think about it."
"What did he do?" Jill, a chaser, spoke up.
"Nothing. He didn't say anything. When we got home he came up to my room and we talked about it, and he didn't care. He was actually wonderful about it, he insisted on meeting Oliver, since he was the only one who knew, and doing the scary big brother thing. But, he also gave us an hour or so alone to shag, since he knew we must be desperate."(1) They all laughed at Percy's story, and the conversation drifted along as Percy chatted and laughed with Oliver's teammates.
Oliver looked at Percy, smiling, laughing, happy. This was his Percy. The Percy that few other people ever saw, ever had seen, he had a feeling this Percy hadn't been out in a long time, and now that he was, he was enjoying himself.
"You're completely gone." He heard Alistair's voice in his ear. "Why don't you just take him home and shag him now, I can tell you're dying to."
"I'm not doing anything that he doesn't want." Oliver replied, "But, god yes I'm dying to." Alistair laughed at him.
"Judging from the way he's been looking at you all night, I'm pretty sure he is too."
The pub slowly began to empty somewhat, and a few tired team members had decided to go home when Oliver felt a tug on his sleeve.
"Oliver," Percy said, "I want to dance, let's go dance somewhere. Please?" Oliver smiled, he'd forgotten how much drunk Percy loved to dance.
"Sure thing, Perce." He stood up, pulling Percy with him, "We're gonna get going. I'll see you guys Monday." Alistair winked at him, and he smiled, shrugged and led Percy out of the pub, amidst the protests of the rest of the team. Oliver led him down the street toward a club that wasn't too far away, and wasn't too sketchy. He couldn't help but smile when Percy leaned into him and took his hand.
They got to the club and went inside, Oliver kept Percy away from the bar, he certainly didn't need anymore alcohol. They headed straight for the dance floor, because after all, Percy was dying to dance. Percy didn't hesitate. He would never dance sober, but when he was drunk he loved it. He lost himself completely in the music, paid no attention to anyone else, eyes closed the whole time. Drunk Percy dancing was beautiful. Oliver danced near him, people could seldom be said to actually dance with drunk Percy. But this time, Percy opened his eyes and stared straight at Oliver. He reached out his hand and pulled Oliver to him, soon there was almost no space between them. They were pressed together dancing, lost in one another's eyes. Oliver reached out a hand and slid it onto Percy's waist, and Percy's hands found their way onto Oliver's body. Oliver looked at this boy, who he had never stopped loving, and suddenly found the miniscule distance between them unbearable. He tried to get closer to Percy, and soon found lips pressed to his. Oliver was worried for a moment that Percy would freak out, but quickly found that Percy's hands were twisted into his hair, pulling him closer. Oliver pulled away from the kiss and looked at Percy.
"Lets go home." He said. Percy nodded and smiled, devilishly. Oliver sighed, he had missed Percy, missed that smile, missed all the delightful things that it promised. They stumbled back to the flat, stopping at frequent intervals for kissing, groping, or similar activities. They got to their door and Oliver found himself pushed up against it, being kissed by Percy. He managed to unlock the door and open it, and they half fell into the apartment, kiss barely breaking. Oliver heard the door close behind them, but paid it no mind as he felt Percy's warm hands slide underneath his shirt, before the kiss broke for a moment and he found that he was no longer wearing his shirt. He found himself pressed against the wall again as Percy's mouth wandered over his body, teasing him mercilessly. He twisted his fingers into Percy's hair and brought him up for another kiss before he pulled Percy's shirt off. He slid his hands over the paler mans chest.
"Still so beautiful…" he muttered. Percy smiled at him, took his hand and led him into the bedroom.
TBC? Sometime maybe?
AN: I'd love to write the shagging, but I'm not sure I feel comfortable writing and posting it. I'm not sure how it would come out. Sex between two men is really the only kind I feel unqualified to write about, so I leave it up to your imaginations…
(1) I've actually written this bit, and I'm thinking about posting it, what do you think? Maybe to make up for lack of updates in the past few months, and the coming ones?