|Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven,|
@ 2007-10-04 19:34:00
|Entry tags:||hp fic cedric/percy, hp fic exchanges and fests, hp fic harry/percy|
HP fic: Once Upon a Time [Harry/Percy, Cedric/Percy, adult]
Title: Once Upon a Time
Pairings: Harry/Percy, Percy/Cedric
Warnings: wanking, blow jobs, frottage, first time, a smidgen of dirty talk
Summary: Harry persuades Percy to tell him about the first bloke Percy loved.
Author's Notes: Written for nqdonne for the 2007 percy_ficathon. I really enjoyed trying to work in many requests as possible into this fic.
Boxing Day, they decided, would be a day for the two of them. Between the whisky and the fire and the relief at having survived the hubbub of another Christmas at the Weasleys', Harry was feeling relaxed, almost playful, when he asked Percy, "Who was your first love? I promise I won't go all jealous on you or anything, I'm just curious; want to hear you tell me about it."
Percy's arm tightened around Harry's shoulders. "It was so long ago..." He took another deep gulp of his whisky.
"It can't have been so very long, unless you fell in love when you were three. You're not that much older than I am," Harry pointed out. He took Percy's right hand and brought it to his mouth, using his tongue to trace across the lifeline on Percy's palm. "Come on, tell me about your first time. I'll make it worth your while," he added persuasively, with another lick that caused Percy to shiver against him despite the warmth of the room.
"Cedric Diggory," said Percy. "It was Cedric."
Harry twisted around so that he could look at Percy's face. "Really? I had a terrible crush on him in my fourth year, when we were both in the Triwizard Tournament. I thought he was straight, though; I had no idea that the two of you were ever together."
"Oh, yes." There was a softness around Percy's eyes as he gazed into the fire. "Not many wizarding families around Ottery St. Catchpole, you know, so Cedric came over quite often. He was closer to the twins' age than mine, but he had a lot of spirit, and he wasn't so much into the practical joking and rough-and-tumble sorts of things that they always liked, so he played with me quite a bit when we were little, and even as we grew older." He shrugged. "It was flattering, actually. Fred and George were always so self-sufficient with each other, but Cedric always seemed to look up to me."
"So, what happened?" asked Harry. He stroked Percy's thigh with one hand and raised his drink to his lips with the other, then set the glass aside.
"He was the one who kissed me first," said Percy, bending to put a swift kiss on Harry's forehead. "The summer I was sixteen, so he would've been fifteen, I suppose."
"And? Come on, Perce, details. You're not going to tell me that you don't remember the details."
"What, you want to hear about every bit of snogging and groping we ever did?" Percy laughed, but it sounded forced.
"No, just the highlights. What did the two of you do? You know I never had a chance to do much fooling around during school, always too busy with the whole Boy Who Lived thing." Even after so long, Harry still felt a trickle of resentment at the way those years had been stolen from him. "Did you just snog? Hand jobs, blow jobs, more?"
Percy bit his lip. "More," he said. "But only once. We were going to, at the Quidditch World Cup..."
"You're kidding," interrupted Harry. "At the Quidditch World Cup?"
"Mm-hm," said Percy, nodding. "In the woods, you know?"
"So, tell me what happened." Harry tucked his head under Percy's chin, feeling the rise and fall of Percy's chest against him as Percy began to tell the story.