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The One Who (Percy/Harry, R)
Title: The One Who
Pairing: Percy/Harry
Rating: R
Word Count: 706
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: Harry's overwhelmed and incoherent his first time with Percy.
Author's notes: For the daily_deviant Birthday Celebration!

Originally posted to LJ on 4/20/07



There are so many reasons Harry's wanted to fuck Percy for as long as he can remember, and they start out rational and logical like Percy, individually: slender hips, long, pale fingers, the way he bites his lip and shoves his specs up on his nose when he's concentrating hard. And then they start to run together with questions: he has nice eyes; I never noticed that before, and I wonder how well he can see without his glasses? And then—

—and then—

—then that's when Harry starts to get in to trouble, when his mind drifts and suddenly he discovers he's imagining his own skin under Percy's fingertips instead of dry, crackling parchment, wonders if Percy's fingertips would be hot or calmly cool, wants to shout and fling things and force himself—

—force himself to stop, stop it, Harry, please stop oh god he's looking at me oh god.

And somehow time keeps passing, and there are months apart and moments together and Harry realises it's not sex he wants (well but he does, he does, but it's different now, the way Percy's standing too close, his freckled skin stretched too tightly over his knuckles as he points to something that once was important on the parchment that is not Harry's skin, a funny stain on Percy's index finger and it takes Harry far too long to realise it's only a smudge of ink and now he's missed half of what Percy's said about—about whatever Percy's said, and)

Harry wishes he could say Percy kissed him first, but Harry was the one who (I was the one who—)

This is all very, very weird.

But it's good and he knows it, though they both must break through layers of lies in their way to lying together, or is it laying Percy would know but Percy's occupied layinglying on top of Harry breathless panting unbuttoning

un—

zipping and Harry panics and Harry moves away too far it's too much too much but Percy's got that look, the one Harry tries to forget he's got, the one that Harry suspects Percy doesn't know shows sometimes, the one that proves Percy's real, that makes Harry love him, no, not love, want, maybe need, but this isn't. It's not oh shit oh bugger oh god oh please he's—

He's got Harry in his mouth and Harry's not sure how that happened and then he's not sure why he's wondering how it happened and an accidental scrape of teeth jerks Harry away from any occluding wonderment and Percy's sorry no I'm sorry Perce I'm—but god, no time for sorries now, not for anything, not for years of distance and miles of not understanding and ohgod just, there, yes.

Yes.

Perce.

And Percy's half-naked against him and rubbing, kissing, murmuring HarryHarryHarry and half-naked is also half-dressed and Harry tears at clothing, his, Percy's, he doesn't care, but Percy's calmer in his controlled franticness and there's just enough opened, parted, discarded, that there's—

oh, and there's—

that's—

ouch! And, but, oh—

There's nothing like this, nothing ever will be, because it's Percy and Harry and Harry's got what he's wanted and it's far from perfect and therefore, therefore it is, it is perfect and ohfuck don't let me—not yet—

Of course Percy holds out longer of course he does god but not much longer not much at all until the sticky spread of seed doubles between their bodies and Harry's

not can't think any

more.

The bed is wide.

Percy's up and zippingtuckingdressing already. But it can't—they can't.

End it like this. Perce?

A series of fumbles and half-words and stuttering apologies later, Harry's kissing him again (I was the one who—)

And there'll be time for talking later, time for figuring out if it's laying or lying not lying not anymore they're doing with each other, back on the bed again, lazylong fingers on freckleflushed skin and maybe Percy doesn't always have the answer and Harry's a bit surprised how much he's found out already about that.

I was the one who kissed him I was the one who fell in love with him—

He's the one who fell in love with me.