Harry Potter, Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood, opposites attract
The first time Percy jumped up and rushed to the shower after sex, Oliver thought the man was ashamed and trying to wash off the evidence of what they’d just done. But after a while, he realized that it didn’t have anything to do with sleeping with a man.
As soon as they were finished with dinner, Oliver wanted to kick back and watch television or raid the freezer for desert—preferably both. Percy, however, wanted to do the dishes straight away. When an owl delivered mail, Oliver was eager to read the letter. Percy, however, made a production out of offering it water, adjusting the curtains after it had flown off, and cleaning off the perch to make sure it shined. In the mornings, sometimes they would wake up horny and fuck, and Oliver would be content with a spell or two to clean up. Percy, however, insisted on cleaning, changing the sheets, and making the bed before heading off to work.
Oliver loved Percy dearly and there were plenty of things they had in common. Back in Hogwarts, they had shared a dormitory room, after all. And Oliver respected Percy’s obsession with his work and his strong ties to his family—two things Oliver could claim to have. The differences between them were far more noticeable than the similarities, though.
Oliver sat in the bathtub, thinking when he should have been relaxing. He’d had a shower after Quidditch practice, but then he’d spent a few hours wandering the streets and the summer heat had made him sweat again.
“You’re wasting water,” Percy observed, inviting himself into the bathroom; Oliver had left the door wide open so it wasn’t precisely an invasion of privacy. “Here, I’ll help.” And he stripped off his clothes, just like that. He squeezed into the tub with Oliver and picked up the washcloth. After rubbing the bar of soap over it repeatedly, he began rubbing the cloth over Oliver in slow, sensual movement. He applied just a bit of pressure, and Oliver smiled.
He relaxed into Percy’s arms, leaning against Percy’s warm body, and closed his eyes. Oliver felt the hand on his cock, underwater, stroking vigorously. This was warmth and wetness and all things wonderful. He clung to Percy, burying his face in Percy’s shoulder with a “Nngh!”
“This cleanup’s right up your alley, isn’t it?” Oliver joked, as they climbed out of the tub and pulled the stopper up to let water drain.
Percy blushed and wrapped a giant towel around them. They huddled together, cold now that they were out of the warm water. “I can’t help it,” Percy said, sheepishly. “I like my things to be in order. You included.”
Oliver cocked his head and hugged the towel tighter around them. “Me, huh?”
“Mmm hmm. You especially.” They kissed deeply. Arms wrapped around bodies. Tongues lapped. Hearts raced. The kiss turned into a dozen as the two men began to move towards their bedroom. They snogged and groped and somewhere along the way the towel fell. But Oliver scooped Percy up a second later. They laughed as he carried his lover out of the bathroom.
The water drained out of the bathtub with a satisfying, gurgling sound. From the hallway and bedroom came noises. Not the usual love-making noises by any means, but an argument—a playful argument. From the bathroom, the words were indistinguishable. But then there were fast footsteps that grew louder as Percy raced back down the hallway, chased by Oliver.
Percy grabbed the towel, folded it in half, and tossed it over the bar on the wall. Oliver grabbed Percy around his middle. They both laughed as Oliver spun them around. But his feet slipped on the tile floor of the bathroom and they collapsed there together.
“You hurt?” Percy asked, concerned but giggling a bit.
Oliver shook his head. “No. You?”
“No,” Percy said. “You horny?”
Oliver grinned and his cock stirred excitedly. “Yes. You?”
“God, Oliver. Fuck me.”
“You’ve got it. Messy and unrestrained.”
“Hm. Just so long as I can clean up afterwards.”
Oliver chuckled and kissed him. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, Perce.”