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Part Two - Falling.
The world faded into nothing more than a pair of pink lips. Lips that were being moistened by a pinker tongue. The only thing that Percy knew at that moment was that he wanted to touch them, to know their taste, to experience their texture and pressure.
Holding onto the arms that had always held onto him, protected him when the nights became too dark, too lonely, Percy whispered, "I want to kiss you."
The resounding groan of desperate passion slipped through those pink lips which had slightly parted. Percy's eyes stayed on those lips as he leaned in, until the last possible minute.
His eyes closed moments before his own lips pressed against the mirroring pair that had been tempting him all day since he awoke that morning to find that Oliver had stayed the night like Percy had begged in his drunkenness -the anniversary of Audrey's too much for him last night. He hadn't planned on anything more than experimenting, fulfilling his desire to know what they felt like in their totality.
However, he had been wrong before.
Once his lips knew the sensations of that kiss, his mind and body wanted more. Percy's hands went from gripping arms to wrapping around the body he knew probably as well as his own, at least by sight.
But by touch? The feeling of the body pressed against his so intimately felt so familiar, so welcoming, so very much like the home he had missed. Even though the body fitted his differently as he pulled it tighter, held it harder –it was still a home and, more importantly, was his home.
His hands needed more as they slipped up to Oliver's face. Experiencing stubble for the first time under the palms of his hands, Percy couldn't help but caress the roughened jaw that felt so different before his mouth's demands won out. Percy's hands pressed tightly to hold Oliver's face in place so he could deepen the kiss.
The way Oliver reacted to him warmed his soul. For the first time since Audrey's death, over a year ago, Percy felt like a man again. In appreciation, he pressed his tongue against Oliver's lips, asking for permission.
He didn't have to ask long as Oliver's lips granted him entrance almost immediately. Suddenly, Percy realised he couldn't get close enough to Oliver. He needed to feel all that was the man: his skin, his sweat, his hair, his touch.
The only problem was that Percy didn't think he could leave Oliver's tantalising lips long enough to make that possible.
Luckily for him, Oliver was stronger than him though Percy shouldn't have been surprised. He was, however, thankful. His hands refused to let go of Oliver's face as their lips disengaged.
Breathing heavily and feeling Oliver's hot breaths against his face, Percy slowly opened his eyes and melted into the warm chocolate brown eyes gazing back at him. In appreciation and a bit of reverence, he whispered Oliver's name.
Watching him smile and his eyes light up, the empty hole in Percy's chest filled in a little more. Just as Oliver had managed to do every day since the girls' birthday; filling in that hole with a little more life and love with every day that passed.
"Should I stay tonight?" Oliver whispered, his own hands releasing their grip on him Percy couldn't stop his appreciative moan at the way they gently caressed his skin just under his shirt and above his trousers. He closed his eyes and leaned into the man who had been his rock and salvation; enjoying the hungry pulses that coursed through his skin.
Percy had almost forgotten Oliver had said anything until a familiar and warm chuckle filled his ear before Oliver's lust-laced voice whispered, "I hope to Merlin this is a yes."
"It's a 'stay with me tonight'..."
Percy's voice trailed off as Oliver's husky purr sent indelible shivers down his skin that Percy failed to contain within seconds. With a shiver, he breathed in Oliver's heady scent as Oliver laughed. Lifting his head up, Percy smiled softly and leaned in capturing another one of Oliver's additive kisses.
That time neither one let go. Hands pushing and pulling at bodies and clothing; tripping over furniture along their way. The three sleeping children in their rooms forgotten as Percy and Oliver stumbled in and over each other into Percy's bedroom.
Their lips still didn't leave the other's as the door was closed, sealed and silenced by one of them; and the notification alarm by the other. Shoes were toed at while shirts were yanked off of bodies, before they fell into bed together. Everything in this moment feeling like they had done this a thousand times instead of this being a first. Not only a first for them together but a first for Percy too.
The grinding of Oliver's hips against his own, another hardened erection mirroring his own, though clothed, stopped Percy in his tracks. Not because of what was happening or what he hoped would happen since their frantic struggle to find the bed and some privacy, but because he had no idea what to do. He had never thought of being with another man sexually until the last few months, but his mind hadn't gotten beyond kissing and now he was diving off the proverbial cliff.
Opening his eyes, he found Oliver's concerned eyes searching his face. Percy nuzzled into the hand that started to caress his face, trying to convey wordlessly that he trusted Oliver while trying not to show that he didn't trust himself. Fear continued to build within him as he laid wrapped in the protective cocoon of Oliver's body: his arm and leg draped protectively over Percy's body.
"Talk to me," Oliver whispered so tenderly that Percy couldn't help but turn back and look at his face, whispering back:
"I've never done this before."
"You do have three children."
Percy blinked several times and in the process watched Oliver's face move from playful to concerned to terrified before Oliver started again, "I'm...It's just that...look Percy, it's all fundamentally the same."
Swallowing hard and wanting to believe him, Percy whispered, "I don't want to disappoint you."
Oliver's eyes widened instantly. His incredulity wove through his voice as he softly said, "You could never disappoint me."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because no one has touched me like the way you did tonight," Oliver whispered, his hand trailing over Percy's face, neck, and chest tenderly. "No one has kissed me with such need and desire. No one has made me feel an ounce of what I felt when you kissed me, clung to me; it felt like you wanted to crawl inside of me."
Percy wanted to believe Oliver because he had felt something too. Just like with Audrey, in Oliver's embrace, within his hold and in his kiss, Percy felt alive again.
"Oliver," he whispered, closing his eyes unwilling to see Oliver's reactions to what he was about to say. Taking a deep breath, he started again, "Oliver, you've given me so much..."
"As have you."
Percy's eyes shot open as his jaw dropped. It took several moments before he was able to even
stutter, "What?"
"You gave me a family; someone to come home to and a reason to finally leave Quidditch behind."
"But you love Quidditch."
"I know," Oliver laughed, still stroking Percy's face. "But I'm old and I'm tired of hotel rooms and travelling; especially now that I have two girls and a little boy here. But most of all there's their father..."
"What about him?" Percy didn't mean to fish. He just needed the answer to that question.
"Well besides the fact, I don't know who looks more relieved when I get home and can do the cooking – you or the girls. I've only been in love with you since I was eleven and now not only do I have him kissing me; he kisses me back like I'm his missing piece, just like he's always been my other half."
Whatever had been missing his life since Audrey left flew back into Percy's chest. With slow deep breaths, he felt the pieces of his heart start to glue themselves together. The warmth that was spreading through his chest Percy knew without a shadow of a doubt had to show in his face, too; there was no way to hide what he was feeling and even if he could, he wouldn't want to -Oliver's face at that moment was worth it. The bright smile and the shining eyes looking in his direction, making him feel adored, cherished and most of all –
Loved again.
Whispering Oliver's name, he pulled the man's face down to thank him properly.