For the moment we're going to pretend Lucius was not six years ahead of Severus at Hogwarts and was instead in the same year or perhaps only one ahead.
Lucius jumped, nearly dropping the pads he was returning to his locker as he heard something behind him. The locker room was empty, or should have been - Lucius, as Captain, had been delayed . . . explaining a few tactics his team had employed, averting any repercussions.
"Just me."
Lucius repressed another ill-bred display of startlement as a slim, sickly-pale figure emerged from the shadows. It really shouldn't have been so easy for Severus to hide there, even clad mostly in black.
"Hello, Severus." Lucius greeted, smiling, steady poise relaxing a bit at the confirmation that it was only his boyfriend. "The others are all gone." he added.
Severus smiled slightly, thin mouth all sharp curves, and came closer. Lucius shed the top layer of his robes quickly, shoving them away with his protective gear, freeing his hands.
Severus looked like he was hiding laughter, but he tensed with surprise as Lucius caught his slim hips and dragged him close. "Come to congratulate me on my brilliant win?" Lucius asked, just shy of stealing from Severus the hard kiss he wanted.
They were alone here, it was entirely possible he could have that and more, once Severus made an inviting move. Lucius grinned.
I've no idea who but I think someone put the idea/suggestion of Quidditch player Lucius in my mind before I wrote this . . . but it was 2-3 years ago, so I've totally forgotten who it might have been.
