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Oliver
It's been a week already, full seven days and nothing. Not one owl. I know that a week isn't that long and that I should be patient and all that rot but that's just not going to happen. I'm going to go barking mad before I could relax.
You have no idea what I'm talking about, right? Well, it all started a couple of weeks back, I contacted my friend Lee Jordan and asked him to spread out the word that I'm more than ready to move on and return to play Quidditch. I mean teaching is ok, and I guess there are certain perks to this job… Ok, let's not kid around, there is only one perk to this job and he's blond. But even Draco is leaving at the end of the year so there is really no motivation for me to stay here. I'm sure Dumbledore would be able to replace me- fabulous teacher that I'm undoubtedly are…
I can't even enter the Quidditch pitch as a referee without wanting to offer one of the keepers to trade places. It doesn't matter which of the four really, I just want to be back in front of the goal posts, and know that big part of how the game would be shaped is on my shoulders. I need to know that I'm needed, trusted upon. Refereeing just doesn't give you that feeling- yes I control the game in more levels than a keeper does, but ultimately no one throws their confidence on my ability, and instead of only half the crowd hating me as a keeper, this time the entire populace on the stands thinks I'm unfair regardless to my actual actions on the pitch.
But- back to Lee Jordan, when Lee left school almost three years ago (He skipped the end of his last year, along with the twins in that legendary escapade that is still talked and raved about amongst the younger students who didn't witness the actual thing), and started to work for the Ministry as the personal assistant to Ludo Bagman, head of Magical Sports department, and in those three years managed to gain so much influence on his boss he's actually became the main man around the department. Of course, having a completely incompetent boss didn't hurt. So, I called in a on a favour, as they say and got Lee to spread the word. And that is how I got to that nerve-wrecking situation of futile waiting.
Lee asked me what to do if Puddlemere called for me to come back and I told him to tell them to stuff themselves. Even if Puddlemere was the only team to pull for me I have no intention of ever going back there, even at the cost of my career. I think. Well, that's really a mute point right now since even the arseholes at PU don't want me back. How pathetic is that?
Gods, I'm lousy at handling rejections.
But today I woke up in a good mood, I'm not so sure why, but there it was, I was feeling confidant and happy. It could of course have nothing to do with the fact that I'm waiting for an owl that would change my life, and everything to do with the fact that it's Friday and that I'm going to have the comfort of my most beautiful lover for the rest of the weekend… nevertheless, I'm feeling good.
Breakfast went by, morning post and all and still I refused to feel down. Classes went by at their usual pace, nothing special and no broken bones, so I guess this is a plus. By the time lunch rolled in I was knocked down a couple of pegs in the 'feeling good' scale but still retained shards of unfounded and stupid hope. By dinner time I was depressed again.
Draco came by, as usual but I couldn't be as happy as I normally would. I had a feeling the whole world was mocking me, cosmic bitches playing tricks with my life just to sit back and laugh at my misery.
"Ollie, stop brooding like a lost puppy, you make me want to kick you." Draco said gently as he lay by my side, his head resting on my shoulder,
"Thanks, love, that sure makes me feel better." He chuckled softly and tried to ease my pain by caressing the bare skin of my chest softly.
"It'll be alright, you'll see. There's still time." I sighed, yeah time. The thing is I wanted to get it over and done with by the time I get back from the Easter holidays. Especially since I'm going to spend those all alone in London with only Eva and Tonks to keep me company and assure that I would go nutters. Draco received a letter from his parents that specifically said that he is to come home for Easter since he didn't get to spend the winter holidays with his parents. He mentioned something about going to the French Riviera. Lucky bastard! The furthest I can go right now is bloody Glasgow…
I rolled over and buried my face in the crook of his neck, hiding my fierce pout, and inhaling his scent at the same time. No matter how low I sink in my own head, just being with Draco can pull me back to the surface quicker than a jet stream.
A knock on the window startles both of us; we look at each other for a long moment, before Draco cries out impatiently,
"Well, go on!" I walk slowly to the window, not even daring to hope, pushing down all the irrational thoughts and let the owl in. I carefully took the letter from him and chewed on my lip for a while before lifting my eyes to meet Draco's. He looked excited, grey eyes shinning like quicksilver and a little happy smile dancing on his lips. He's so beautiful like that that I almost forget about the bloody letter. I took a deep breath and ripped the envelope open, my eyes never leaving Draco's and pulled out a piece of parchment. I looked down and blink in confusion at first, before the words were morphing themselves in front of my eyes. Damn.
"Well?" I tossed the letter at Draco and let myself slump on the bed, totally deflated,
"It's from Tonks; she wants to know if we can meet during the Easter holidays." I said with a pout, "She sends her love for you." I gazed at the ceiling, completely out of hope. This was it, this is how my life would be from this day on, I'm going to have only little children to teach flying and Quidditch games to referee from now on. I'll end up bitter and snappy like Madame Hooch was until I find myself some other teacher who is just as bitter and snappy as me to elope with in about twenty years. Oh, joy.
"My cousin is a complete shrew," Draco said in an amused tone after reading the letter, I don't blame him, she is quite a shrew, a little wicked shrew with a tongue so sharp she could sand down ships with it, Gods I love that woman. I gave Draco a half-hearted half-smile, and he turned to me and started placing small, open-mouthed kissed along my collarbone and shoulder. I closed my eyes and felt my body relax against my will, I was planning on staying stoically angry and pouting for the rest of the evening but Draco obviously had other plans.
"I'm depressed…" I said with a heart wrenching sigh,
"Really, haven't noticed." I just love it when Draco is being sarcastic, he's doing it so subtle and so sharp (normally) that most people don't even get it, which in its turn makes him even more sarcastic, it's a self fuelling circle, very amusing to watch, as long as his verbal arrows aren't pointed at you. "I'll tell you what. Let's go to sleep now, tomorrow would be a better day, I promise."
"How can you tell?" Draco moved his mouth closer to my ear and whispered, using a lot more air than strictly necessary, just to get my skin to shiver and my scalp to tingle,
"Because if you don't get the owl you so desperately want I promise you could do anything you want, to me." Hmm, that's an interesting offer no doubt…
"I think I can live with those terms." He smiled and cuddled against me, preparing to drop and sleep,
"Good."
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As soon as I woke up the next morning I knew I was alone in bed, I didn't even have to open my eyes to know. I reached my arm and prodded under the covers and pillows just in case but there was no one there. I decided to leave my eyes shut, there wasn't much motivation to open them now, was there? When I felt the bed dip and bounce and a cheerful voice cried out,
"Waky, waky! I have something for you." I prayed my eyes open to look at Draco's overly enthusiastic face and snaps of conversation from last night replayed in my head, he did said he'll do whatever I want, right?
"Wha'?" I mumbled and he pressed a quick kiss to my lips and handed me a letter, beaming like someone's mum. "What's this?"
"An owl delivered it about an hour ago, while you were sleeping. It has the Montrose Magpies sign on it." He said excitedly and pointed the black and white sigil of a magpie on the front of the envelope. My heart beats increased almost instantly, could it really be? What I was waiting for all week? My hands started to shake,
"I can't open it, you do it." I shoved the letter towards Draco but he refused to take it,
"Come on, Wood, show me that Gryffindor courage you're all so famous for…" He said with a little mocking smile, taking in my pale visage, and sobered a little, "Besides, they would hardly send you a letter to say they don't want you, would they?" Right, that made sense of course. I took a deep breath and ripped the envelope open in one swift motion, pulled out the parchment inside and started to read out loud without checking what it said first,
"Dear Mr. Wood,
It has come to my attention that you are currently in a search of a new team. Our scouts have been watching your performance for quite a while, and were very pleased with it.
I was sorry to hear of your injury, and I understand that you are teaching at Hogwarts School at present. My contacts tell me that your contract at the school will be done by June this year, thus enabling you to return to a full-time Quidditch career.
I would like to invite you to try-outs for the position of keeper at the Montrose Magpies, if you are interested please owl me to sort out the most convenient dates for your try-outs.
Respectfully,
Tiano Woodsman,
Head of Recruiting Division,
Montrose."
I blinked a couple of times, words not exactly sinking in,
"It's a good thing, right?" I looked up at Draco, whose face was pink with suppressed laugh,
"Yes, it's good you dolt! It's brilliant!" He cried and threw himself at me, knocking us both back on the bed, kissing me deep and hard before retreating, panting and smiling wide, "You're going to be a Magpie! They're the best team in the league!"
"The best in the league." I repeated in a daze, this is a complete shock to me, as you might notice, I never, in all my years believed that I would one day get an offer from the best team in the league, the Magpies have the best historical record since the foundation of the Quidditch League! And I've been out of practice for the better part of this year and they still want me! They want me, they really want me… Oh, good gods, I'm going to be a Magpie! Slowly the realisation sank in and a broad smile spread on my face, I'm going to be a Magpie, I'm going to be a Magpie, I'm going to be a Magpie!
"I'm going to be a Magpie!" I cried out and tackled a laughing Draco onto the mattress.
"Yes, you are!" I kissed him hard and long, this was his doing, somehow I'm sure of it. And even if not, he deserves to share every last bit of my happiness.
I sat back straddling his thighs, feeling the joy sipping through my body like liquid warmth. Without pausing to think I launched forward again attaching my lips to the glittering price on Draco's chest, and just like every time I felt his cock spring to attention- this is great fun! I reached back and added some friction to help things progress faster before sitting back and whispering a lubrication charm. I don't usually like those charms, they come too suddenly, always catch me unprepared and make my insides swarm with the alien feeling all of a sudden, but for all intents and purposes it was the best thing at the moment. I closed my eyes and concentrated while lowering myself on Draco's cock. This is something I haven't done in a while, and never with Draco and come to think about it, I'm not even sure how he will take it… Oh, well, a little too late for that now…
"What are you d…" I shushed him with another kiss and started rocking on his cock, fuck that feels good. I watched Draco closely to see how he was doing, but from the way his eyes rolled back in his head and his back arched so high I hardly needed to bend my head to suckle on his nipple I figured he didn't much mind.
The intensity of it all, the heat, the pleasure, the relative novelty of it all was a little too much for both of us and I figured we won't last longer than two minutes, both of us riding too high to keep it for long.
I collapsed next to Draco fully sated, happiness still bubbling inside me making me feel like I was a bottle of butterbeer. I glanced at Draco and saw he was still lying there in complete shock, eyes squeeze shut and breathe ragged and panting. His skin was glistening with sweat, so prefect and shiny, like the finest marble in Italy. I reached over and softly caressed his cheek, and was mightily pleased that he leaned into the touch (for a second there I was afraid I maimed him somehow),
"Fuck… you… I think you broke me." He said without opening his eyes, but there was ghost of a smile playing at his lips and I knew that he liked it- very much so. I should have done this long ago, letting him take me and care for me for once.
"I can piece you right back." I promised and he let out a small chuckle, finally opening those mercury eyes that haunt me so.
"Why did you do it?" He asked and I shrugged,
"Why not? Didn't you like it?"
"Of course I did. Fuck that was… incredible. Thank you." He pressed a tender kiss to my lips and I just wanted to scream and repeatedly hit my head on the nearest hard surface for being such an idiot all this time.
"No, thank you, my little dragon." I whispered against his chest and he smiled again. His fingers started tracing the tattoo on my hip, playing with the miniature dragon and lion there, while they played back with him. I don't actually feel the tattoo moving, which I guess is a blessing otherwise I might claw my own flesh with irritation but it's fun to watch Draco cooing and playing catch with the little creatures. Naturally this leads to other sorts of games, since the position of the tat on my upper hip is just too 'accident-touches' inviting for Draco to pass the opportunity to grab my balls.
"Ollie?"
"Hmm?"
"Would… would you let me do that again? Someday?" I looked up at him, that slight frown and the way he bit his lip, like he always did when he was nervous. They say it can take years to really know a person and being able to read them, but I managed to crack that riddle called Draco Malfoy in just seven months.
"Hmm, I don't know," I purred and saw his face falling and smiled, "Let's see, you're hard and I'm all wet and stretched- I think we can work something out."
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Draco
Wow, bloody wow. I'm still not over that one, even three day later. I can't believe Oliver did this, let me do this. I never actually believed I would get to do something like being inside him, a time that he would willingly offer that to me.
Don't get me wrong, it's defiantly not something I'm going to pursue on a regular basis, but just knowing that I could if I wanted to is extraordinary in its intensity. And just like that our relationship moved another step forward.
When I first hit puberty it didn't take me long to realize that girls are not exactly the stuff my dreams were made of. I still blame Pansy with her over-enthusiastic share of first menstruation experience that made me decide that I wasn't cut for cunt… bad pun, I know but I couldn't resist.
As my teens progressed I started to delve into the world of men love (purely theoretical of course), with the help of my good friend Blaise, yet another one with far too much to say, and why do they all think I give a flying fuck? Anyway, for me it was really a one-trek road and thy name is Oliver Wood. Even in my wildest fantasies and wet dreams I never once imagined me being on top. I suppose it was mostly because of Oliver, that keeper bulk, that flashing smile, that cockiness and attitude that all but screamed alpha male. Of course once I got to know the real person I found out it was all a façade, a mask he used to put on before facing the public, defending himself from getting hurt and never trusting a soul, apart from close friends.
I love the way this mask dropped for me, still dropping as a matter of fact. Oliver would obviously say the same thing about me; say that dating me is like dating three different people… But I don't feel like I'm being someone else when I'm with him- on the contrary, it's for the others that I pull my mask on.
I could never imagine what it would be like to enter someone else's body, to be surrendered by that impossible heat, tightness and that incredible friction against my most intimate parts that is not caused by someone's hand or mouth but by someone's body. I'm glad Oliver let me do that, not just for his sake but for mine too. I never felt like bottoming was something to be ashamed of, on the contrary, I always knew that I was a classic bottom if you will. But this… gift Oliver has bestowed on me is something that I can't put in words, that feeling that someone is completely depending on you for maximum pleasure and minimum pain. The way someone else puts his trust solely in your hands and just lets go. I didn't think it was such a big deal while I was doing it because I always trusted Oliver not to hurt me, hell he's a Gryffindor for heaven's sake, they have this sort of build-in desire to make the other person feel good, even at the cost of their own pleasure. Altruism- go figure... I didn't realize just how much trust and love it takes to relinquish control when you're so trained to take it, and I very grateful that Oliver could do that.
Oh, and he's got himself try-outs for the Montrose Magpies during the Easter Holidays. So while I'm going to bask in the Mediterranean sun he's going to toil and labour over in the north of Britain defending those goal posts with everything that he's got. All glistening with sweat in those tight Quidditch trousers, eyes sparkling and muscles begging for a soothing touch…
And bloody damn, that's not fair, because I only have Oliver's word that Scottish air makes him extra horny!
A/N: Tiano is an anagram on Ianto, from "Torchwood". Been watching that lately, and loving every bit of it. Captain Jack stole my heart!