Next chapter in the raunchy adventure that is Oliver Wood's Shower Philosophy and a work of caution - it gets really, ah, interesting from here on out, so head the M rating of the fiction and it's slash nature before reading on. If Chapter 2 had you hot and bothered, then the next few chapters will not be any different. Enjoy

CHAPTER 3 - LET THE SOAP GET EVERYWHERE AND IN EVERYTHING

" I hope you have a very good reason for doing this Wood."

" Oh I do my lithe redhead. I do indeed."

It took all of Percy's self control not to burst out loud at the comment, even when he felt the Keeper grin into his neck before the brunette pulled away and look into his eyes with that playful expression within the brown orbs. Percy could swear he could see the laughter just waiting to come forth in those eyes and wondered what the other boy had found humorous of their currant situation.

I wonder what he's finding so amusing about this. I mean, it could hardly be that he's got me naked and wet and in a very tight spot and...

What is he doing...

The prefect gaped as Oliver flipped open the cap and began pouring a steam of the lime green gel into his other hand,then some on the loofa that he held in the other.

" Ready for lesson number two Percy boy?"

" And that would be what ? Using soap to get clean perhaps ? Because I hate to break it to you Wood, but I am rather up to date on that step in the process of bathing you know."

" Oh I don't don't doubt that. With the amount of time you spend primping and preening yourself in the Prefect's bathroom it would put even Rita Skeeter herself to shame."

" Then why on earth are you..."

Oliver raised a brow.

" Filling a loofa with liquid mint body wash ? To make a valid point in my philosophy."

" Which is what exactly ?"

The Keeper smiled. Without a word Wood stepped back a bit from the redhead as he hooked the loofa around his left wrist with the small rope circle it had at the end. The Prefect's blue eyes watched every muscle move in that toned body as the Quidditch player knelt down to retrieve the body wash from the corner of the cubicle, intently taking in the droplets of water that cascaded down the strong back and the broad, smooth chest, going lower and cutting deep little trickles into the ridges of his abdominal muscles. Making the soft brown hair a darker shade of black. The brown hair at the start of his groin glisten and shine under the harsh light and constant steam that rose from the tiles.

Percy shook his head and turned away to fix his stare at one of the white tiled walls that made their small cubicle. Screwing his eyes shut he willed for his erection to die down, trying to get some sort of order and self control back into the proceedings lest he'd become a complete and utter mess. All that went straight to hell the minute Percy felt a soapy hand wrap tightly around his erect cock and another pull him close to a bulkier, muscular body. A second later the loofa was pushed into the small of his back while said hand on his cock left it as soon as it had come, only to be placed rather softly upon the centre of his chest.

" Hey now. No nodding off while class is in session Weasley."

Percy could have hit Wood. Taking in the rather cheeky look as the Keeper just continued to hold him closer than necessary while keeping the loofa pressed in the small of his back and his other hand on his chest region, all the while seemingly moving their cocks closer and closer until Percy was almost certain they would soon by touching.

" And what is," Percy gasped, coughing slightly when little darts of water shot into his mouth as he opened it to speak. " And what...oh god!...is this meant to be proving exactly ?"

Oliver leaned his head in, nibbled the curve where neck met the shoulder area and making Weasley shudder. " The next step in my philosophy my dear student, is the proper use of soap application to a nice...wet.....hard..."

" Cock ?"

Oliver leaned back, amusement clear in his eyes as he looked right at Percy.

" I was gonna say body Prefect Boy, but if you're wantin' lessons of that persuasion I'd be happy to oblige ye if ya want."

" Actually..."

Oliver raised his eyebrow. " Yes dear student of mine ?"

" Let's just stick to the shower lesson for now okay ?"

Oliver looked at him funny. And for Percy he thought he could detect a hint of disappointment in those brown eyes when he declined Wood's offer. But it was gone in a flash when the broader boy flashed him another of those winning grins and promptly moved away from the Percy's body altogether, so quickly in fact that he nearly tumbled forward at the loss of contact.

" Now, on with the lesson and no more interruptions okay Weasley ? Or there will be repercussions."

" Such as ?"

" Remember those spanks on yer arse for every minute you were late gettin' here for my lesson ?"

" Yeah ?"

" Well, if yer misbehave or I have to repeat myself I'll drop what I'm doin' and throw you over me knee and do it right here."

Oliver chuckled as the Prefect going bright pink.

" Are we in agreement then Weasley ?"

Percy nodded, quickly backing up a bit to lean against the wall behind him, flinching when his bare arse cheeks touched the colder surface of the tiles. As he did so Wood moved up closer and directly under the spray, his eyes trailed straight at Percy's own as he held up the loofa in his left and his soap covered right hands in front of them.

" It is my belief, in my great shower philosophy lesson 101, that you need to use the right tool for applying the soap to every area of the body. To accomplish this you need to make sure you are applying the soap with the right tool as to get it in every orifice and crack there is."

Percy raised his hand slightly as if in class. And just like in class as a Professor would do Oliver nodded in his direction, keeping his face blank. " Yes ? You in the front there. Weasley isn't it ?"

Wood does take this subject rather seriously. May as well play along...

" Professor, I was wondering...stop giggling Wood! This is your idea !"

" Sorry Mr Weasley. You were sayin' ?"

" I was saying Professor, what is the idea of the loofa and the bare hand in relation to the soap application theory you have ?"

" Excellent question. And to demonstrate my point I will need a volunteer from the class. Who would like to step up and take it ?"

Oliver made a dramatic show of looking around the cubicle as if in front of the a large classroom, his eyes lighting up as they came back to rest on Percy. " You there, the hot little thing with the curls of red hair. Step up and the lesson will begin!"

Cautiously the redhead stepped back under the spray at the same time Wood stepped up, both now directly under the water and so close that Percy swore he could feel the heat that was not from the water radiate between them. He thought he would be better at controlling his reactions by now after seeing Wood naked now for almost ten minutes, but the minute he felt that naked palm touch his right pectoral and the loofa hit his left he just about lost it.

And Oliver, the cheeky bastard, seemed to be having the best fucking time of his life.

" The skin is a very delicate and highly sensitive organ, as well as the body's largest one, so when dealing with cleaning it we must be very delicate, but also very, very thorough. Which leads us to decide which of these two ways is best to apply soap evenly but also enable it to get in every space we can reach. With me so far Weasley boy ?"

Percy gulped. Oliver chuckled a bit, the sound deep and rough in the back of his throat.

" Go on...Professor."

" Observe," Wood muttered, beginning to move the loofa and the naked palm on his chest in small, concise circular motions. Percy dropped his gaze to watch those larger hands as they moved across his chest, watching as the soap within palm and loofa sudded and bubbled against the creamy wet skin of his chest, then flinching slight as Wood began moving both down just a fraction to rest on his upper abdominal area.

" Which felt like it was better ?"

Percy blinked, looking up to see his teacher looking directly at him. " Pardon ?"

Oliver smirked. " Do I have to bend you over already Weasley ?"

Percy shook his head, trying to get his thoughts in order. " The...the hand felt like it was better Professor."

" And why was that Mr Weasley ?"

" Becau...because to get the best results it is better to use two objects that are similar rather than different."

Oliver nodded. " Aye. And why else ?"

At the corner of his eyes Percy saw Wood toss the loofa into the corner of the cubicle, then bring his free hand up to begin rubbing it together with the already soaped up one. All the while those brown eyes of the Quidditch player never leaving Percy's own, even when he slowly bought up the two soaped up hands up against Percy's stomach, just above his belly button. " The other reason Weasley ?"

" The other reason is...that if you use a more abrasive object on a softer one, it's liable to...fuck! "

" Not quite," Wood chuckled, beginning his circular motions once again on the pale skin. The amusement clear on the Captain's face as he kept casting glances up from his motions to the rather perplexed face of his shower companion. " Hands are better in part two my redheaded shower buddy cause', not only is it less irritating and abrasive on such smooth and silky skin as yours, with fingers you can be sure to get in everywhere with the soap. For example,"

" What are you..."

" No talking during class unless asked Mr Weasley. Or else!"

Percy was quick to close his mouth at that, leaning his head back a bit and feeling the hot spray cascade down his throat while feeling Wood slowly move his hands around and round his entire stomach region, once in a while a fleeting skim of his pubic region with the tip of a finger or a hand staying a little longer than necessary just above it. Then a second later the Keeper would change tack, moving the slick hands at a snails pace up his sides and all over his arms, still applying the thick layers of suds in the slow circular fashion as before. This, coupled with their strained erections brushing up now and then as Wood moved and the heated gaze those brown orbs were continually levelling at him was enough to make the blood pool right out of Percy's brain entirely and straight into his cock.

Don't you dare pass out! What ever you do, do not bloody give Wood the satisfaction of knowing he's got you right where he wants you.

That was what the Prefect heard his brain say, but down stairs was another story entirely, with just the one word spun around over and over and over again.

Or, rather, just two.

Fuck me. Now!

Okay. Maybe it was three.

Oliver chuckled at something, but at what Percy did not care as he felt those wonderful calloused hands move around his shoulders and start a slow stroking motion up and down the entire length of his back. And damn it if he could not resist and arch it into the motions of the Keeper's hands when he did. In return Percy felt the pressure of the hands press harder into his flesh, the strokes becoming a bit quicker and just a tad rougher, but never straying past the junction where the back ended and his arse began to peak out.

" You are indeed a quick learner Weasley."

Percy grinned at him, a first he thought in the entire outing.

" Well I do have an excellent teacher it seems after all."

The Keeper smiled, leaning in and placing a fleeting kiss on Percy's nearest earlobe before pressing his lips against the inner shell. " And I've never had a student quite as willing as you. Should make the next few steps quite the crack. In more ways than one."

Percy blinked as Oliver bought his gaze up to meet his own.

" You mean there are more steps ?"

" Of coarse. But for now let's continue with this one. Turn around."

Percy stared at him for a split second, then quickly spun around and on instinct flung his hands out to the wall in front of him, spreading his legs slightly apart as to make sure he did not slip on the wet tiles underneath his feet. He could not hear anything from Wood, but straining over the pounding water on the tiles Percy could just make out his breathing, which was fast becoming coarse and laboured. His musings of why this was were cut short when Wood's hands clasped his on his shoulders, feeling the other boy come up behind him and stand rather close, shuddering when he felt Wood move his cock to nestle just underneath his ball sack.

" Very good student you are Weasley," Wood praised, his hands once again moving briskly up and down the broad expanse of his back. " Should get a gold star at the end of this I reckon."

Percy laughed despite the heated friction of both the hands on his back and the sensation of the rather large cock just resting underneath his hyper sensitive testicles. Wood wasn't moving around as much as his hands granted, but Percy swore he could feel the brunette moving that stiffened rod of flesh ever so gently back and forth between his balls and the underside of his left leg.

Oliver's large hands swept back and forth and two and from his shoulder blades, down the sides and back again. Then once in a while dip under to rub soothing circles of suds and palm against the flat expanse of his belly and chest.

" Feel how much better it is with skin on skin. How I am able to get into every part of your body with my fingers when compared to the loofa. Better don' ye reckon ?"

Mint tickled his nostrils as Percy closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the feel of skin on skin, sensing how the Keeper slowly ran his hands back and forth his broad back and letting the thick fingers trace the outline of the ribcage at his sides, along his narrow hip bones to down the sides of his rather upper thigh area. But not, he noted, taking advantage to once take a grope of his cock or balls.

" What about my..." He muttered, glancing back over his shoulder to see the fantastic vision of the bronzed and wet Keeper bucked up behind him. Oliver quirked a an eyebrow at him questionably as he bought those hands to a sudden stop at his narrow hips and grasping them gently.

" What about your what Weasley?"

Percy shook his head, sending droplets flying everywhere to hit the tiles and some even to smack Oliver in the face. He was about to apologise despite the water from the shower head already doing a fine job of coating him in enough of the stuff, but was stopped as Wood chuckled, then his eyes widening in surprise when Oliver moved his hands around his stomach and chest to move him up and flush against the broader body of the other boy. Percy felt his whole body connect with the other one behind him, shivering a bit as he felt the full force of the water pour directly above them both and eloping them whole. Almost like their own personal cocoon of warmth, suds and skin.

He felt Wood's laugh in his shoulder blades when he pressed his back up against the Keeper's broad chest, wriggling around a bit till that hard on of his came to rest just slightly in the cleft between Percy's arse cheeks. He was about to question the move but was cut short when Wood's hands, both somehow still covered in suds and slick with water, came around his front, one quickly taking hold of Percy's own erection in a tight fist and the other, his right, landing flat palmed against his stomach.

" This is...some interesting philosophy you have here Wood," Percy gasped, feeling Wood's stubble covered shin rest on his left shoulder. The other boy began to start that maddening circular motion on his stomach again, while the other one seemed content to just hold his erection and not move at all.

" It seems I have a very appreciative student as well. Your Professor is very, very pleased with your progress."

" And what," Percy chuckled as he felt the hand on his stomach begin moving just a fraction lower, " Is the next step ?"

" You really want to know ?"

Percy nodded, then rested his head back against Wood's right shoulder as he once again surrendered to the feel of skin on skin. Then nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Wood begin fisting his cock within that calloused hand that possessed it rather willingly. " You ready for the next step ?"

Oh god yes...

Percy simply nodded again, words beyond his reasoning at this point.

The unreal sensations were just too much for one boy to handle by now.

There was a little chuckle as Wood, still fisting his cock and rubbing circles on his stomach, moved those full lips right next to his left ear. He paused for effect as if to admire the wet, wanton look his companion had there and then, then leaned in to gently press a kiss against the nearby lobe. And then it came. Whispered all so quietly into his ear that Percy had to strain against the pounding sound of the water on the tiles to hear it.

" You do me."

TBC...