Disclaimer: I own nothing that is the Harry Potter canon. J.K. Rowling is an excellent woman to give myself the characters to play with, and will return when done. I only own the plot, and nothing else.
Both headed towards the locker rooms and towards the showers. When both were about to head to their respective houses' showers, they looked at each other, both sensing the separation they truly did not want to experience. Oliver was the first to speak after they took a moment looking each other in the eye. "How about you come to Gryffindor showers? We're the only ones here and there be no reason for us to shower absolutely alone. Besides, we could talk more about what we each need to work on when we're back practicing with our teams." Cedric's heart began to beat rapidly at the prospect of being in close proximity of the Scottish lad, not only naked, but also wet. He nodded his head without revealing his true excitement of Oliver's offer, and followed him to Gryffindor's showers.
Once inside, the only real difference of their showers were the team colors represented within the showers. Both went to opposite ends of the rows of benches and lockers, changed into towels, Cedric was the first to reach the shower and started already. Oliver came in slowly, trying to mentally prepare himself for what he invited into the Gryffindor shower. He left his towel outside of the shower, and walked in. His eyes widened at the sight before him. Cedric was underneath the showerhead, hands on either side of water streaming down on his body, head leaned forward, and letting the water glisten down his backside. Oliver took his time to appreciate the form before him. The well muscled and toned back of the Hufflepuff, the way his hair clung to the back of his strong neck, the way his muscles moved as he moved from one feet to another. He admired every part of Diggory's body before him, and unconsciously licked his lips. He unfortunately didn't notice that Cedric had turned his head sideways to see if Oliver had shown up yet and saw the movement of his mouth while staring at his backside. Cedric grinned and turned back to face the wall, beginning to realize the Gryffindor felt the pull as well that he felt.
Oliver finally got enough of a show to realize that he had been almost drooling at the sight before him, and finally moved to the showerhead near Cedric's. He turned on the shower, and immediately bent his head below it. He needed to relax, his body tightening and trying to restrain himself from reaching out to the Hufflepuff in close proximity. Millions of thoughts were running through his mind, the image of Cedric with water running down his body, the way it always felt when they touched, the image he used this morning of said Hufflepuff, and all the confusion of what this all meant. Oliver did not notice that Cedric was looking at him painfully, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch him, noticing the painful look on his face. He finally mustered up some courage, reached out and grasped the shoulder of the boy next to him. Immediately the both felt the shock they continually felt when their skin touched. Oliver turned his face towards Cedric's, looking within the depths of his eyes, and becoming more aware of the answer to the question that had been bothering him so. Cedric looked back into his eyes, gasping audibly, and finally caught his breathe to ask, "Oliver, you okay?" The next moment took both by surprise. Oliver put his hand on top of Cedric's on his shoulder, and pulled his hand down between the two of them, and gentle entangled their wet fingers. Both of their breathing became quick, and both looked down at the joined hands. Both tanned, calloused hands from many sunny days of Quidditch and handing their brooms, felt quite right together, the sparks flying between them.
Finally, Cedric looked back up towards the face of the Gryffindor, to see him staring back at him as well. Like the magic they had come to love, they were in even closer proximity, facing each other. They were still holding hands, down at their sides, and just gazing at each other, neither knowing what to do next. Cedric mustered up even more courage, and brought their hands in front of their faces, and drew them closer to his, to graze his lips over the tough, yet soft skin of Oliver's. Cedric could hear Oliver immediately gasp, and broke the entanglement of their hands, to place his rough hand over the tanned, gentle cheek of the Hufflepuff before him. He gently caressed his face, reveling in the feel of his hand against the face of the boy before him, and could not forget the feel of the boy's lips against his hand. What on Earth is going on? This shouldn't feel so right, and so good! Oliver kept having internal arguments, but what broke him from his trance was the feel of Cedric's body pushed flush against his own. He looked at the face within inches of his own; he could feel the ragged breathe of the Hufflepuff's against his lips…within close reach. "What is going on here?" Oliver whispered. "I don't know Oliver, but I can't help myself…"Cedric whispered before closing his eyes and pressing his lips against Oliver's. At first Oliver was shocked, but not shocked enough to pull away. This shouldn't feel soooo bloody good, but fuck it. There's no point to stop now, time to see if this is the answer to all the questions. Oliver began to respond and closed his eyes to the sensation of Cedric's soft lips against his own. It began innocent, they softly brushed their lips against each other's. In due time the kiss began to deepen, and limbs became entangled between the two students. Oliver wrapped his arms around the waist of the boy in front of him, and Cedric wrapped his arms around the broad shoulders of the Gryffindor. Their tongues clashed for dominance the entire snogging, and exchanged groans and moans.
Eventually they broke apart for well-needed air. They were breathing heavily, but did not break their embrace. Cedric placed his head in the crook of Oliver's neck, and tried to regain his breathe, but began to whisper into the Gryffindor's ear, "Oliver, I'm so sorry, I just couldn't help myself, it felt like the right thing to do." Cedric began to pull away feeling slightly embarrassed by the intimate moment, not even knowing if Oliver was okay with what just happened. But when the Hufflepuff made a move to pull away, Oliver grasped his hold on Cedric to not move too far away. Cedric looked to Oliver's face confused, and Oliver held a grin on his face from his confusion. "I'm not sure either Cedric, but I thoroughly enjoyed that, more so than I ever expected." Oliver stated. Cedric's eyes widened at the straightforwardness of Oliver's confession, and he was even more shocked when said Gryffindor brought his lips back upon the Hufflepuff's. Eventually the embraced couple moved to the tiled floor of the shower. Oliver straddled the thighs of Cedric and moved his back against the tiled wall, the kissing becoming rougher. Oliver moved his hands through Cedric's hair, down his throat, over his shoulders, and eventually grabbed the wrists of the Hufflepuff from his waist to above his head, pinned by one hand and Oliver began attacking the soft, delicate throat of the man beneath him. Cedric groaned with pleasure from the assault of the Gryffindor's lips, tongue, and teeth against his skin.
Oliver was in his own world, listening to the Hufflepuff below him as he assaulted his skin, reaching for any part of his body he could get a hold of. He quickly skimmed his teeth across the top of Cedric's chest, brushing his lips and tongue a bit lower, and finally found himself in front of the pecs of the young Quidditch player beneath him. He looked to see the tan, dusky nipples, and immediately began his attack on the boy's left nipple, softly kissing and running his lips over the sensitive skin, and then slowly move his tongue in a slow circle, and eventually closed his lips over the hardening nub, and began to suckle on it while moving his tongue over it. Cedric arched his back from the tiled wall and softly moaned the name of the boy causing the pleasure he was experiencing. Eventually Oliver moved his ministrations to the other soft nipple, wanting to duplicate the hardened bud he caused on the other side. Cedric eventually brought his hands to run through the hair of the Gryffindor, and settled on his shoulders squeezing them once Oliver's lips moved back up to place them on his own lips.
Oliver crawled closer into Cedric's lap, and with this move brought both of their erections within close proximity, and ended up rubbing together. At this moment, both broke the kiss and arched their backs from the immediate pleasure that movement brought. They groaned and feel sparks flying between their bodies, and immediately were back and snogging deeply, and thrusting against each other to allow the friction of their erections rubbing together to continue. They continued to thrust into each other, but eventually Cedric reached between the two bodies and grasped the throbbing erections of each boy, held them together and began to stroke each other at the same time. Oliver found the feeling incredible, and continued to thrust into Cedric's lap while bringing his lips to the Hufflepuff's lips, neck, ears, and all the skin he could assault while thrusting into Cedric's hand. Eventually he pulled away and placed his hands on either side of Cedric's face and stared deep within the grey orbs in front of him, seeing the lust and pleasure reside within his eyes. Cedric felt both of the wet, strong hands on either side of his face holding his head in place, and continued his stroking of both their aching cocks, begging for release. He looked into the deep brown eyes reflecting from what he understood to be the same feelings he felt, and broke out into a wide grin, showing his white teeth. He began to stroke quickly, knowing the both wanted their release. At a certain twist of his wrist, Oliver felt a pull in his lower stomach and knew that he would reach his orgasm soon.
He focused again on Cedric's face to see that his orgasm was reaching soon too. He quickly pressed his lips against the boy's once more, immediately thrusting his tongue along his, and placed a hand between them and wrapped his hand around Cedric's, helping them both come to their completion. Simultaneously, they groaned and moaned into each other's mouths as they made quite the mess on their stomachs and hands. As they came down from their personal highs, to quite both their surprise, they continued to kiss, but softly as their heart rates came down. As they pulled apart, they finally noticed the water around them had turned cool, not the warmth the shower had started with. Cedric laid his back against the cool tiled wall as Oliver sat back on Cedric's thighs, both not speaking a word. Cedric was too afraid to look towards the face of the Gryffindor he just shared this intimate moment with, a million thoughts running through his head. "Oh no, what just happened? That wasn't supposed to happen, well I'm glad it did, but I have no idea if Oliver is regretting this immediately. I've come to terms with how I feel towards the same sex, but what about him?! I've ruined everything." Cedric finally looked up towards the Gryffindor still sitting before him, looking as though he was struggling with his thoughts as well.
"What. The. Fuck! That was not what I expected when inviting him into this shower room. Why did I do that? I don't like boys! I DON'T! But why did I enjoy that? Cedric tried to pull away, and I wouldn't allow it. Everything about that felt fantastic. I just don't know…" as Oliver was finished thinking, he looked to see a sad expression across the face of the Hufflepuff below him. He felt a tug to remove that look of sadness from his face doing it anyway he could. He reached and grasped the chin of the boy before him and pulled his face towards his. Cedric was surprised by the act, and showed the surprise on his face. He looked towards the Gryffindor, wondering what on Earth could happen next. "Confused as well?" Oliver asked, with a small smile etching his face. "Yeah, a little I suppose. Sorry, I've never done anything like…this before." Cedric admitted, he'd never experimented with a boy before, and his draw to the Scottish Gryffindor was absolutely confusing.
Oliver took a deep breathe, and released, realizing both these boys weren't quite sure where this attraction came from, and quite who to talk to about it. Regardless of their lack of expertise within the area, Oliver wanted to comfort Cedric from feeling sad, and Cedric wanted to feel comfort from Oliver. They both at least realized this, and finally decided to separate due to cold water pooling around them. As Oliver got up, he lended a hand to Cedric, and even after all they did in that moment, felt the spark as they grasped hands. Oliver pulled Cedric up, and unintentionally, where within close proximity again. They both gasped, and Oliver decided to speak up about the situation. "Do….do you fancy me Cedric?" Cedric looked down between them at their feet, not knowing how much he should really admit, but decided to go with a sarcastic remark. "Well, if I didn't, do you think I would have done what we just did?" He looked up to see the reaction on the Gryffindor's face with a coy smile. "No, I suppose not." Oliver responded with a chuckle, looking at the spot where they had just shared that intimate moment.
He looked back to Cedric, and decided they should talk more about this. Not here, but later. He grasped onto Cedric's hand, and entangled their fingers, bringing their hands to his face and gently brushing his lips over the skin. He then looked into Cedric's eyes while letting their hands stay entangled down their side. "I'm not quite sure what is going on here Cedric. I'm just confused, but I can't mistake this for being wrong, that…was fantastic. I'd like to, no I need to talk to you about this. But not here, we need to get back to the castle, by the look of it it's almost curfew and I have a horrific essay due to Professor Snape in a couple of days. Look, it's Thursday. How about after practice on Saturday, we set up to the seventh floor, locate in an empty room, and talk about this? As much as I'd like to now, I still have plenty of work to do before N.E.W.T.'s as I'm sure you have stuff to prepare for your O.W.L.'s, that sound okay?" Oliver stated, hoping the Hufflepuff before him would agree to meet alone that weekend. Cedric's thoughts were reeling from this offer, beyond estatic that Oliver knew that they needed to figure this out. He got a huge goofy grin on his face that he really did not want the Gryffindor to see, and quickly tried to wipe it from his face. Oliver caught it, and broke out into a wide smile.
"Excited there Ced?" Oliver teased, and Cedric brought out into an even wider grin, and a blush crept over his face. "I suppose, I mean I didn't quite expect this reaction from you about this whole deal." Cedric admitted. Finally they looked at each other as they spoke, and Oliver admitted himself, "I didn't think I would react like this either. But then again, I never expected for what happened to happen, and I think it's fair for us to talk more about this later, let's go then?" They both made their way to the locker room to change into their clothes they had long forgotten about, and made way back towards the castle. On their way they didn't speak, and kept to themselves about their own thoughts on the way back. Once they reached the door back inside the castle, and the sun was setting on the horizon, they paused before opening the door. They looked towards each other, not knowing exactly how to end their time together for the day. Oliver took the moment to reach out to Cedric, and both embraced in a hug, not knowing for certain where this would lead. After they backed away just a bit but not breaking the embrace, they looked into each other's eyes without saying a word. Deep brown gazed into light grey, and both closed as they moved closer to brush their lips together once more. It slightly deepened, as groans were exchanged from the moment, saying goodbye for the time being. As the kiss broke, they pressed their foreheads together, catching their breath. "Ready to go in then?" Oliver whispered, looking for Cedric's response. "Ready as I'll ever be until next time." He whispered back with a chuckle in his voice.
They broke apart, smoothed out their clothes to hide any embrace they had before entering, and hoped no one would notice their flushed faces or kiss swollen lips as they strode to their respective dormitories. When Cedric made it to the Hufflepuff common room, he bore a wide grin on his face, whistling about as he sat down to began some homework due in a couple days. Everyone looked at him and saw his bright, chipper mood. Many just figured it was Cedric being himself; there would be no reason for him to be anything other than chipper. Others thought it was due to a Ms. Cho Chang, but those who weren't close to him didn't know that had failed before the end of last year. As Cedric worked on his homework, he could not stop thinking of the certain Scottish lad who had put him in such a great mood.
Oliver could be found in the library working on his essay due for Professor Snape. Though he did not show his emotion like the Hufflepuff, his thoughts kept wondering back to him while trying to finish this damned essay. He eventually took a break and brought his hand to his forehead, while setting his quill down. He had to giggle to himself; he hadn't felt this way about someone in quite some time. But the fact of the matter was that it was about another boy, not the usual girls that flocked to the quiet, Quidditch obsessed Gryffindor. He couldn't help the guilty or dirty feeling that came over him when thinking of the Hufflepuff and what took place in the shower. Though he enjoyed it thoroughly, it was a subject he had never dealt with before. He didn't know of any gay friends or relatives in his family. He most definitely didn't know of whom he could talk to outside of Cedric. It seemed they both were new to this and it would be helpful to find someone who was more knowledgeable in the area. Until he discovered the person with much more experience in this area, he went back to his essay on the history of the Polyjuice Potion, the history and misuse of the potion, and the great advancements since it's beginning.