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Still, where did the lighter fluid come from? (emiime) wrote in percy_ficathon, @ 2008-06-14 10:39:00

A gift for iamisaac!
Author: ???
Giftee: iamisaac
Title: Chasing the Snitch
Pairing/Characters: Percy/Oliver
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,445
Warnings: Outdoor Sex/Public Sex
Disclaimer: brunette from the States
Summary: Percy and Oliver… a beginning.
Notes: Many thanks to m for the beta and brit pick and to e for herding the commas into another story.


Percy slipped into his seat, before glancing around. The stands were fairly empty; of course, it was mid-week and mid-afternoon to boot. He was lucky his present position allowed him some freedom. In truth, he was lucky and happy to have a job at the Ministry at all. He wasn’t in a position to ‘have someone’s ear’, but after all was said and done he didn’t want that anyway.

He hated to think about the things he done, who he’d been. Being important was no longer an imperative. The middle child syndrome had finally run its course, when he realized he was not his accomplished older brothers and cute younger siblings. He couldn't be them; he didn't want to be them. What he could do was be a decent wizard and be himself. Sibling rivalry had its place and Percy had decided that its place was fighting with his brothers and sister over the last of their mum's mashed potatoes. He’d been arrogant and pompous if the two were even any different All the things he’d blinded himself to in the name of furthering his career haunted him, although not daily anymore. Percy liked himself for the first time in his life; it felt good. Reflection was tiring. He turned his attention back to the playing field.

The match was Puddlemere United vs. Chudley Cannons. It was Puddlemere that held Percy’s heart, although they hadn’t been his favorite in childhood. In truth, it was a man who possessed his heart. A man he hadn’t told, one he didn’t even speak to. Percy didn’t even know if the man was gay. But, Percy came to watch the game and admire the man whenever he was able.

A voice on a loudspeaker introduced the teams, they flew in causing the crowd to cheer as they dipped and wove about on their brooms. The game was exhilarating; with Oliver Wood blocking all but three shots, while the capturing of the snitch decided the match. Puddlemere won! Percy adjusted his glasses; they’d been knocked sideways, as he’d cheered the victory. He made his way down the stands and underneath to the spot where the team would exit the locker room.

Percy had a spot that he took, every time. It was close to a support post with a small nook next to it. He felt the post gave him an advantage over the legions of fans waiting for the team. The women gawked and swooned as they waved their arms and breasts. The men were more restrained and awkward as they waited for autographs. He appeared to be the only man watching the Quidditch players in the same way that those female fans were. The wait today was unusually long, and the group that lingered was becoming obviously smaller. Percy knew his patience would be rewarded.

The doors finally burst open and several players spilled out at once; they were immediately surrounded. Percy hung back; his quarry would have to walk past him to the Apparation point. He spotted the sandy hair before he saw Oliver’s face, his heart leapt at the sight. Oliver pressed through the crowd purposefully, signing autographs and politely answering questions, but it was apparent that he tried to keep moving. Percy caught Oliver’s eye when they were about five feet apart; Percy nodded but didn’t move closer or speak. It was the same every time. He watched Oliver until he Apparated, and then walked over to the egress and Apparated himself.

Ten days later, Percy stood in the same spot waiting. This time Puddlemere United had taken a bludgering by the Falmouth Falcons. The fans still waited, although, this time they were fewer in number and more subdued. The double doors popped open and camera bulbs flashed. Percy straightened; he didn’t see Oliver yet. He knew from experience patience was key. Suddenly, he was roughly shoved into the niche next to the pole. Oliver held him pinned to the wall. The Quidditch keeper made Percy feel small, the other man was three inches taller and at least two stone heavier. He was most definitely trapped.

“What are you watching for, Weasley?” Oliver asked in a low growl.

Percy swallowed, trying not to be distracted by the warm hands on his shoulders.

“What does the Ministry think it will find here? Or is this just a Wizard hunt? Trying to get your foot up one more rung on the Ministry ladder.” Oliver asked.

Percy gulped. “Ah.. No, no.. I’m not like that anymore.” He blurted out.

Oliver looked at him quizzically. “Then why are you here for all the games, and why do you wait and observe when we leave?”

“It’s personal.”

“Personal?” Oliver shook his head. “So you’re just a fan? I didn’t think you even went to the games when we were in school.”

Percy opened his mouth again.

“Oliver, Oliver.” A woman’s voice said as she poked him in the back with her finger.

“Excuse me, madam. We’re having a spot of bother here.” He grasped Percy by the scruff of his neck and shoved him towards the apparition point.

Oliver side-along apparated them, Percy didn’t have time to enjoy the moment. They arrived in an alley that Percy didn’t recognize.

“All right, Weasley. You were explaining your personal problem.”

Percy blushed red to the roots of his hair. “I….it’s just….”

“You’re a lousy liar, Weasley.”

Percy found his backbone. “I’m not lying, just embarrassed.”

Oliver quirked one eyebrow and waited.

“Could we go and sit somewhere, a pub, maybe?”

“Do you have to get drunk to say this?”

“No, I have to sit down so when I have to sink through the floor I won’t hit my head.”

Oliver laughed. “Wit, Weasley? I could do with a pint myself, after that game. I know a place. Come on.” He released Percy and they walked down the block.

They entered the ‘Kob and Dance’; it wasn’t a Wizarding pub. Oliver led them to a booth, and went to the bar to get their beers; he kept one eye on Percy. He plunked the glasses on the table and slid in across from Percy.

“So you’re seated. What is so personal and embarrassing that involves Puddlemere United?

Percy took a couple of long pulls on his beer before answering. He took a deep breath before starting. “I.. that is…well…I’ve been watching you.” He face coloured a bright red again and he dropped his eyes so he could study his beer foam.

“Me?” Oliver sounded incredulous.

Percy nodded but didn’t look up.

“You haven’t spoken to me since fourth year, except to threaten to take house points.”

“I know. I know what I was like then. That’s not me anymore.” He paused. “Well, my brothers and sister will tell you I’m still anally-retentive, but I’m not mean or entirely self-serving any longer.”

“But me?”

“I like boys, er.. men.”

“And you thought I did too?”

“Well, no. I…it’s just that…. I saw you in the battle at Hogwarts. You were unbelievably brave.”

Oliver interrupted “I think everyone in that battle was unbelievably brave.” He stated quietly.

Percy continued. “Then I saw you at the celebrations and the awards banquets. You were compassionate, and not as dim as I was led to believe Quidditch players were.”

“Not only are they not all dim, but they’re not all straight.” Oliver stated in a whisper.

Percy’s eyes became as big as saucers.

“I don’t advertise, it’s not good in my current line of work.”

Percy nodded. What did that mean? What should he do next? Why was he sitting here like bump on a log? “I…well…I…”

“Do you stutter often?”

“I was trying to ask you out. I believe it’s time for me to sink through the floor.”

“Was that your first attempt?”

Percy nodded.

“It’s not like dating girls, if we see something we take it, and if we decide we want more, then work our way back.” Oliver stated firmly.

Percy eyes were wide. He could see a certain logic to that. Oliver was busy scribbling on a beer mat, he handed it to Percy.

“Right now I have to meet the team for dinner. I’m free Sunday at two, if you’re interested we can meet there.” He indicated the napkin.

Before Percy could think of anything to say, Oliver slid from the booth and winked. “I like you gingers.” He said in a low voice, and then he was gone.

Percy downed the last of his beer. He wondered what Oliver meant by more, and he was almost blushing again at the idea of taking. Sunday couldn’t come fast enough.

Sunday by one o’clock Percy had tried on every one of his half a dozen sets of robes. None seemed right; none of them boosted his confidence. Perhaps, he should just wear trousers and a jumper. A park was a very casual place, right? He slipped his midnight blue jumper over his head, and looked in the mirror. He freckles were practically leaping off of his skin, was it the jumper’s fault or simply fright? His eyes did look more blue, even though his glasses slightly obscured them.

Percy arrived early taking several turns around the parameter of the park. He jumped when a voice in his ear asked if he was alone. Nodding furiously, he whispered 'Yes."

Oliver pressed a hand to his back and guided him along a path, which led to a secluded copse of trees and a wooden bench. They sat down side by side.

"So you don't want to change your story?"

"No."

Oliver cast a quick notice-me-not charm and warded a small area. Percy's eyes widened in surprise.

"I'm not just another pretty face, you know." As Oliver said it, he ran a finger behind Percy's ear and then down his neck.

"I know. Your actions are what attracted me first." He tilted his head down and looked through his lashes. "You are quite handsome, though."

Percy thought their first touches would be fingertip to fingertip or perhaps their lips would touch. Oliver was squeezing his shoulder and biceps, and seemingly casually running one finger over finger over his lips. Percy was breathless and parted his lips involuntarily. Oliver reached back and pulled Percy's hair from its thong, the wavy hair had been just long enough to make into a ponytail. A curly strand was wrapped around Oliver's finger in a moment. He tugged lightly.

"Same story?"

Percy straightened, he knew he was different, but not many others did. They would just have to learn. He nodded and said 'yes' firmly.

Oliver kept the strand of hair trapped between his fingers and dipped his other hand down to the bottom of Percy's jumper. He slid two fingers under it, along the sensitive skin of Percy's belly. Percy shivered and reached to still Oliver's hand.

Oliver looked up into the wide turquoise eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"

"I just…I never.."

"Stuttering, again?"

"No, don't stop."

Oliver released Percy's hair and slipped both hands underneath the midnight blue jumper, the probing hands pushing the material up almost to Percy's chest. Percy was taking gulping breaths. Oliver murmured soothing nothings as he stroked Percy's chest. The breathing became gasping as Oliver's fingers played with the peaked nipples he encountered. Percy's cock was taking a decided interest in the proceedings; he wiggled as he tried to make the bulge in his trousers less obvious. Oliver wasn't fooled at all, as he ran one finger down the length of Percy's torso to his cock.

"Nice." Oliver said as he squeezed. "Very nice."

Words escaped Percy for the moment as he canted his hips up to press he cock harder into Oliver's hand.

"Like that, do you?"

Percy nodded and rocked his hips.

"More?"

Percy made a mewling sound.

Oliver's grin went from sly to slightly perplexed, and he unfastened Percy's trousers. Percy remained perfectly still as he watched, it was as if he was watching someone else or having a dream, a really wonderful dream. Oliver turned his head, scanning the area. There was no one about. He reached into Percy's pants and pulled out his cock, letting the elastic band slip up between Percy's cock and balls. Percy gasped and held his breath. This was he had wanted, perhaps not on display in the park, but this man touching him.

With the touch of Oliver's tongue, Percy gasped and reached down to clasp Oliver's shoulders. One confident lick followed another. Oh, Merlin he was going to disgrace himself. Percy's cock bobbed toward the attentive mouth. Oliver sucked just the head into his mouth and started is own bobbing motion. Percy's fingers twisted in the fine jersey of Oliver's jumper. Another swipe of the tongue brought a low moan from Percy. He hoped Oliver hand used a silencing charm as well, the thought drifted away before he could voice it.

Now, Oliver sucked more and more of Percy's cock into his mouth. Percy tried to keep his hips from thrusting, but it was the natural thing in the world to cant up into Oliver's warm, wet mouth. Percy could feel the sweat pooling at the base of his spine as he tried to hang on. Oliver had changed his sucking and was pulling Percy into his throat on the down stroke. Percy moaned, he was going to have to warn Oliver. He was so close, as the talented tongue teased him.

Finally, Percy had to force himself to say the words. "Oliver." He pulled on the shoulders he was gripping as he spoke. "I'm going to… I can't wait…"

Oliver chucked a low chuckle around Percy's cock. "More stuttering?" Oliver sucked Percy's cock all the way down, and set up a relentless pace of bobbing and sucking. Percy didn't last another minute, before he cried out and spilled himself in a torrent into Oliver's throat. Oliver swallowed it all down, and Percy began to soften in his mouth. At long last, Oliver pulled back and looked into Percy's face.

Oliver could see the honesty of the moment there, as Percy looked at him unflinchingly.

"Thank you." Percy whispered.

Oliver continued to search the blue eyes the radiated earnestness and innocence. Percy tucked himself back into his pants, and then reached for Oliver's hand to pull him back up onto the bench. Oliver still hadn't said a word. Percy pointed to Oliver's fly as he slid onto the ground.

"May I?" Percy asked shyly.

Oliver nodded "You have changed." His voice was a husky whisper. Percy looked up and gave him a small smile, before he started on the business at hand.