"Harry… Harry… Harry…. POTTER!" an angry Scot shouted at his sexy sleeping seeker.

"Oliver is that you?" Harry asked timidly while rubbing his eyes.

'That tight fitting white polo with those tight white track pants. He's so god damm sexy as an angel. Am I dead?' Harry thought.

"Wood seriously is that you. Let me see?" Harry went off hysterically before groping Oliver.

Oliver was blushing. He was concerned, what made Harry so hysterical?

"Yep your definitely real, I would recognize that anywhere!" Harry joked. And then Harry began to take in what Oliver was wearing.

"Wood are we dead?" Harry asked before snuggling into Oliver's waiting arms.

"Of course not. Why would you ask a silly question like that? Unless I am dead too!" Oliver joked.

"Don't even kid bout that," Harry screamed angrily before leaping out of Oliver's embrace and hurling pillows at Oliver. All of which Oliver caught because of his excellent keeper skills.

"Potter don't worry about what you thought. We are both alive and well. I won't let anything happen to you" Oliver reassured Harry before kissing his forehead.

"Wood I'm fine."

"I know you're not. And I have the perfect solution!" Oliver exclaimed.

"What? Snogging by the fire?" Harry answered sarcastically.

"No, that's a good idea, but think more carefully!" Oliver retorted.

"Changing rooms? I know you have your fetish for quidditch gear!" Harry joked.

"I'm hurt. I was going to suggest a ride under the moonlight around the pitch, but we can compromise."

Harry grabbed his cloak, and Oliver an old broom from under his bed. Harry opened the windows and off they went. The ride was smooth and erotic. Harry was gripping Wood's broomstick very hard. And was moving his grip up and down the length of it. Harry was definitely giving it a good polishing.

They didn't care if they were caught. They were all about risks. It just added to the kinkiness of their exploits. Oliver was concerned about Harry, but didn't know what to do. Harry's solution was always sex, but that was too much for poor Oliver. Oliver wanted them to cherish their time, but Harry was too scared to open up to his boyfriend. Harry thought Oliver was angry with him so he always used sex as the solution.

Harry still wasn't sure if this was a dream. It was too perfect. Oliver was always sweet. It must be because Oliver is so much older and wiser (and sexier!).

And as the two began their descent they found two people already there at the pitch…