The cheers of voice of the announcer during the first Quidditch match of the season between Gryffindor and Slytherin sounded far away to Elmund. Every 15 minutes, a cheer would go up but he couldn't tell which side was cheering. Elmund kept waiting and waiting to hear the final drawn out screams of the game ending but afternoon crept into evening and it was pitch black before he finally hear it. As the sounds of cheers resounded at 9:30 p.m. exactly, the angst Elmund had kept back all day began to bubble up inside of him.
It took 30 minutes after the cheers to die out from the winning team to hear the sounds of sticks breaking and a shuffle of feet getting closer to the weeping willow Elmund sat under. From the experiences of the last few weeks, Elmund was put on edge wondering if it really was Giles returning or if it was Joren who had found him. If Giles could find his spot, so could Joren. Without lighting his wand, Elmund peered out into the dark as the person approaching got closer. Relief instantly filled him as Giles face swam into view but it was short-lived as Giles had tears streaming down his face. "Giles! Are you okay? You're crying!" It was the first time he'd seen Giles cry. He liked that face on him too.
"I'm perfect! We won!" Giles tears had been of happiness and at hearing his words, Elmund was once again relieved as happiness bubbled inside of him. He laughed with Giles, giving him a hand to help him maneuver over the barely visible roots coming from the willow. His eyes had grown accustomed to the dark by then.
"I was worried because I couldn't tell which team was winning. I could just hear cheering." Elmund admitted as Giles took a seat next to him, leaning against his shoulder.
"It was a close game. We were par for scores but our team managed to catch the snitch! I was worried about you here. I wanted to return immediately but I had to shower before I came. I might have taunted Joren a bit before the match started. He was extra pissed looking at the end of the match and I thought he might find you here." Giles looked at his feet as he admitted what he'd done.
"What do you mean you taunted him?" Elmund questioned hesitantly. Taunting Joren never ended well and it surprised Elmund that Giles made it back here in one piece without Joren blasting him with a hex.
"We were waiting around on the pitch waiting for Madam Hooch to come out and start the match. I turned to face Joren who was standing off by himself and looking at the stands. I'm pretty sure he was looking for you so I said that you weren't there. He looked at me and I said I knew what he was trying to do to you and I wouldn't let him. I might have told him you were mine and that he should keep his hands off." Elmund's jaw dropped at how bold Giles was. He hadn't ever pictured Giles being such a possessive type of person but it pleased him to no end to learn it. "Right before we took flight I said that tonight I would take you from him after my team won." Giles finally turned t look right at Elmund and his expression pierced Elmund's soul. There was longing and lust and gentleness that Joren would never possess overflowing.
As a huge smile broke out on Elmund's face, Giles leaned over and wiped it off with a kiss to his lips. Elmund breathed in the scent of soap coming off of Giles skin as they got incredible close. Not wanting Giles to think Elmund wasn't the type to initiate closeness, he shifted his weight until he had managed to straddle Giles lap, allowing them to feel closer to each other. In confirmation of his feelings, Giles wrapped his arms around Elmund's waist, hugging it for a second before moving his hands up and down Elmund's sides. Shivers erupted out of Elmund, his sides being his weak spots. Giles deft hands slipped up under his shirt, the ghost-like trailings cause Elmund to drop his head from the kiss and roll into Giles neck where he resumed kissing, leaving a trail to Giles's collar bone.
"I guess you like being touched then." Giles smiled at the frame sitting on his lap. He was obliged to touch Elmund as much as he wanted; fiddling with Elmund's erect nipple. Elmund could feel heat pooling in his groin, much more turned on than he thought he would be. Underneath him, with his own fingers feeling under the shirt Giles wore, he could feel something beginning to poke him. He stopped moving his hands on Giles sides and scooted off his lap and sat between Giles knees looking at his crotch. Giles didn't say anything, clearly waiting to see what Elmund would do. It took him three seconds to decide to go for it before his hands moved to remove Giles shirt and began to unzip the pants he wore. Trailing kisses down Giles sternum to the hem of his pants, deft fingers gripped Giles crotch and gave it a small squeeze, eliciting a moan as Giles closed his eyes.
Elmund removed the twitching, hot cock from the pants that kept it hidden. His fingers gripped the shaft, giving it a small squeeze before trailing his fingers up to the tip and back down. His mouth watered, not for the taste, but for the moans that Giles would elicit from his actions. Leaning over, he licked the tip and swirled it around in his mouth, his hand falling to squeeze the testicles on the underside, still slightly trapped by the pants he wore. He took the whole thing in his mouth as Giles mewling cries took over his mind, pumping his head in a rhythm that made Giles cry out. It didn't take long for Elmund to feel the muscles constricting as he was ready to ejaculate. Removing his mouth, Elmund pumped his hand swiftly, finishing Giles off with a final cry, as his own erection was at full capacity and he needed desperately to take care of it.
It didn't take Giles long to recover from his eruption, pulling Elmund into him and covering him with kisses as his hands removed the shirt Elmund hadn't yet taken off. All his clothes, not just the shirt, were swiftly removed as Elmund was laid out on the ground in front of Giles. He shivered at the thoughts of what Giles would do to him. Giles picked up his left foot, massaging his hands over Elmund's toes and down to the ankle. He trailed kisses around his knee up to his hip bone, causing heavy breathing in Elmund's chest.
Giles skipped up to Elmund's chest, sucking on both nipples before licking down to his belly button and swirling his tongue around before a hand grabbed Elmund's cock roughly, causing his toes to curl up at the touch. No one had ever touched him like this before. He was trembling as Giles spread his legs and positioned himself between his knees, leaning over and copying the motions Elmund had done on him earlier with only a small difference. As Giles mouth was pre-occupied with his cock, a wet finger was stroking his hole gently and before he'd even noticed, it has slipped in, pushing soft flesh aside easily. One finger barely hurt at all as it pumped in and out of him. It wasn't until a second slipped in that real pain erupted but he ignored the pain, only make a soft whimper, wanting more of Giles even if they were moving too quickly for what Elmund had planned earlier. He wouldn't deny Giles anything.
A third finger joined the other two, stretching him, slathering his hole with lube conjured from thin air. The mouth on his penis and the fingers inside of him were beginning to feel like too much. He would come soon. As that thought entered his mind, the fingers withdrew and the mouth stopped moving. "You're almost there aren't you? I have to get inside of you though." Elmund could feel Giles second erection touching the inside of his thigh. It was hot and caused him to thrust his hips upward.
Giles pulled him up with strong arms and turned him over, his face towards the blanket and his hole up in the air, causing slight embarrassment for him. A small slap on his ass almost sent him over the edge as he squealed and dropped down slightly. Giles leaned his body over Elmund, one hand steadying him and one hand moving to Elmund's cock. With easy positioning and no warning, he forced himself into Elmund with a grunt.
As Elmund become accustomed to the pain, he felt something odd. Giles seemed to be getting bigger. His cock felt like it was growing inside of Elmund. Glancing at the ground, the arm that was steadying them was losing the tan that Giles had and fear began to replace the horny feeling he had as he glanced behind him. A face was bubbling out at him. Giles face was falling off as a new face began to peer at him. As he recognized it he squealed trying to escape. Joren's arm held him firmly in place. Giles was not Giles was all his head would comprehend. Giles was Joren and Joren was Giles. Joren had taken a polyjuice potion. Joren had a hair from Giles. How did Joren get a hair from Giles? Where was Giles? Why was his erection not going away? Why did the hand on his cock keep pumping up and down and continue to keep him turned on when he so desperately wanted to be turned off?