"You have that sexy Scottish accent. And finally that nice piece of wood you have there" Harry said while pointed at the huge and fast growing bulge in Oliver's pants, which were becoming tighter with every passing second.
"You little perv. I just don't know what to do with you?"
"Why don't you spank me? Or live out your wildest dreams. I don't care. I trust you. With a body like yours, what else can I say?" Harry said like a little child caught stealing a cookie out of the cookie jar.
"No I have a better idea. We'll take this nice and slow. Harry, will you be my boyfriend?'
"It's about time Oliver. You are so slow sometimes. And yes I will." Harry snuggled in closer and planted a kiss on Oliver's lips.
And there they lay there for hours in each other's embrace. Staring into each other's eyes. Oliver and Harry never felt so complete.
'Maybe Harry is really in control?' Oliver thought.
"I love you four eyes" Oliver joked.
"You too. You stupid jock. All you are good for is your looks and strength. I guess there's no brain in that head of yours because all of the blood in your body is flowing here," Harry said as he brushed his hand across Oliver's crotch.
And they remained like that for hours. Innocent flirtation back and forth. No sex, but there was some making out. Harry is not the little innocent boy everyone thinks he is. Percy never did come back that night. It might have been because on the door…