Oliver sat at the table watching Percy as he sat drawing in a journal, Percy's thin but calloused fingers were covered in charcoal that he picked up from sketching wands. Since Percy became an apprentice at Ollivander's he started to sketching all the time, he sometimes got this dreamy look on his face. By that point, Percy was dead to the world until he picked up a pencil and sketched whatever he was thinking about.
The radio played in the background, some muggle station Percy liked. Oliver couldn't believe how easy it was to just stare at Percy and not get bored. Percy had recently been acting like a kid, like he'd been trying to be a grown up for so long he just gave up. He let himself laugh, to be lazy, and Oliver was finding it hard not to completely fall utterly in love with him.
Percy was currently chewing on his lip as he concentrated and his barefoot tapped to be the beat of the music, toes curling sometimes. Merlin, he needed to get out for a bit. Oliver stood and Percy turned to look at him, his hair flopping slightly into his big blue eyes. Ah yes, another thing. Percy didn't keep his hair so neat anymore and it was getting a little longer. Honestly, it was driving Oliver a bit mad because he always wanted to run his hand through it.
"Going somewhere?" Percy asked, his voice recently lacked the strained professional quality he'd tried so hard to portay earlier but occasionally it returned. It made Oliver a bit to be honest.
"Yeah, I thought I might go walk around Diagone Ally for a bit," Oliver said.
"Hm… okay" Percy said looking down at his journal and Oliver slumped a little. He knew he shouldn't always expect Percy to protest leaving or offering to go with him but really. "Come here, Olly" Percy said and Oliver tentatively walked up. Percy reached up and put his hands on Oliver's jaw and pulled him down to kiss him. Oliver nearly moaned when Percy slipped his tongue tasting his upper palate making him a bit weak. "You're too easy to read" Percy said, his eyes looking very much like the twins before a particularly welled planned prank.
"Well I'm not the one who's personality seemed to do a complete f-ing 180" Oliver gasped, god Percy was becoming just obscene lately. It's like the prude never existed even though Oliver knew fully well how meticulously he organized his clothing and practically everything he owned. Even his lazy t-shirts and shorts were spotless and never wrinkled.
"No but your body has since Quidditch season has started up again… see you when you come back" Percy said looking down at his sketches once again. Oliver turned around to leave in a bit of a daze.
"Fuck" Oliver said, he found himself outside of the Weasley's joke shop and went inside. It was busy enough but Oliver went upstairs to George's office as soon as he saw that Ron was currently doing the register and sales currently. He walked in finding George doing some kind of paperwork but he paused when Oliver walked in.
"Hey," he greeted.
"Hey" Oliver said "so your brother Percy, I think you made some kind of mistake thinking he wasn't every bit as mischievous and rebellious as everything other Weasley I've come across" Oliver said.
"Oh no, what news do you have now?" George said grinning.
"Percy first blew someone when he was 15" Oliver said grimly and George choked on his own spit.
"I did need to know that but… wha- 15?"
"You wanna know who he blew? An f-ing 7th year" Oliver said sagely and George sat back looking astonished.
"That prat, makin us believe he was a prude" George said "god, can you imagine if mum had known about it? You can imagine the howler he'd get about having sex when he was still underage. Merlin's Beard" George said.
"I know, he's driving me a bit nuts. His hairs all messy today and he's walking around bare foot with his shorts all loose-fitting. It was all I could to not to jump his bones and he's been a tease all weekend" Oliver said ranted.
"Not that I condone you screwing my brother or if you do I don't want to hear about it but why don't you just screw him?" George asked.
"Cause then he'd win wouldn't he? I come in and he licks his lips and then he gets exactly what he wants. Even today before I left I said I was leaving he looks down after saying okay like he couldn't care less. Then he looks at my face and gives me the snog of the century" Oliver said running his hand through his hair.
"I'm not seeing the problem, you want to have sex with him right?" George asked.
"Yes" Oliver nodded.
"Than do it, what are you waiting for?" he sighed.
"Because I want to do it not be made to do it with his little foxy smile. It's like I'm like I'm finding everything attractive about him and the moment he pushes the right button I just-" Oliver said.
"That sounds like Percy alright, used to be able to manipulate me and… Fred into doing whatever he wanted. Till we got wiser and he just decided he had to be a grown up. Sounds more like the Percy I knew as kids" George grinned, "it's a wonder he wasn't a Slytherin,"
"I don't know what to do, I can't tell if he's as serious as I am," Oliver said groaning.
"Percy doesn't do things halfway, once he's made a decision it takes alot for him to back out of it. He's as stubborn as our family gets and he's not normally apoligetic either. So you can be positive that he's serious as a heart attack" George said.
"Okay, I'm gonna head back now then" Oliver said and turned to walk out of the office and down the stairs.
Ron was stocking some shelves and he was walking down "hey Oliver, catch" he said and Oliver caught a small bottle with his Quidditch Reflexes. He looked down and reddened to see the label: Tingling Lube- guaranteed a tingling sensation. "New adult only Weasley merchandise, Good luck" he winked then turned back to shelving. Oliver marched out of the store and took a moment to calm down before apparating then walking into Oliver's flat.
Percy was in the kitchen, stirring some kind of tea "hey, your back" he said. Oliver took off his jacket, shoes, and socks before he walked directly into Percy's space. He pressed a hard kiss to Percy's mouth and Percy gave in easily, their tongues battling it out. Oliver put his hands on Percy's waist then slowly and deliberately worked his hands down over Percy's pert arse. Once he'd reached there he squeezed making Percy moan a little.
He got an idea then, he splayed his hands then moved further down Percy's arse to the meat of his bare thighs and lifted. It was almost easy to lift him, Percy seemed to weigh almost nothing despite how supple everything about him was.
Percy wrapped his legs around Oliver's middle and pressed the kiss so deep Oliver felt a bit of teeth and Percy's hand combed through his hair. "Fuck" Percy broke the kiss panting and it was then that Oliver saw the blush on him and felt the tent in Percy's jeans poking his diaphragm.
"You are so sexy, you've been driving me crazy all day and all week. I want to take you apart" Oliver said, his erection was now painful against his jeans.
Percy reddened and nodded "okay" he said and Oliver chuckled, he loved that about Percy. He can go from a smart ass to shy in about two seconds especially when Oliver gets… shall we say forceful? "I was hoping you would actually, too nervous to ask so I thought maybe if I looked as appealing as possible…"
"Percy, you're killing me here, I've been taking cold showers almost everyday" Oliver said.
"Well you didn't have to hold back so much" Percy sniffed, "I never said I didn't want to have sex, why didn't you ask me if you wanted to?" he said looking down down where Oliver was carrying him.
"Er, being overly competitive as usual" Oliver said and Percy rolled his eyes.
"I quit, just fuck me into the mattress. See if I try to be sexy for you again" Percy said.
"Fucking hell, Percy, you don't even have to try" Oliver said carrying him into the bedroom.