Still, where did the lighter fluid come from? (emiime) wrote in percy_ficathon, @ 2008-06-19 10:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic, nc-17, percy/harry, slash |
A gift for juniperus! (Part 2 of 2)
Percy was true to his word; he made no effort to avoid Harry at work and their minimal interaction gave no indication that anything had ever happened between them. Percy was too busy to be bothered with Harry anyway. He had lots of things to keep his mind off what had happened. He was not watching Harry every time Harry wandered by his office, and Harry was certainly not peering in to look at him. Percy knew he couldn't be. If he appeared to be, it was just Percy imagining things. And Percy was not thinking about Harry's mouth on his neck or the firmness of his bottom. Percy was not wondering what the younger man looked like naked and he couldn't even remember what it was like to feel the weight of Harry's body on top of him, the heat radiating off him or his breath on his skin. He had far too much work to do to think about the silkiness of Harry's hair or how brilliantly green his eyes were or how strong his arm had felt around Percy's shoulders.
Percy didn't remember the journey from his office to the nearest restroom. He walked very quickly and didn't acknowledge anyone. He burst into the restroom and stopped. He looked from the stalls to the sinks and back again. What have I come in here to do? he asked himself. He knew what he wanted to do; his body was making one very clear, very obvious request as he eyed the stalls.
That's disgusting, he chastised himself. He went straight for the sink, removed his glasses and stowed them in his pocket, turned on the cold water and splashed his face several times. He stood hunched over the sink and looked up at himself in the mirror. Pull it together, Weasley. You're a man, not an animal.
He noticed movement behind him. His eyes went down and to the right and saw feet beneath a closed stall door. There was a flush and the stall door unlocked. The shoes looked awfully familiar…
"Hey, Percy," said Harry as he approached a sink and began washing his hands.
"Harry," said Percy stiffly. He'd immediately straightened up and started pretending to wash his own hands.
"You okay?"
"Yes, of course. Why?"
"Your face is wet."
"Oh, that." Percy shut the water off and went to dry his hands and face. "I was… hot. It's hot in here. Er, out there. In the office. I mean, it is to me."
"Okay. You know, I was thinking earlier about… our situation–"
"There is no situation."
"There's a bit of a situation."
Percy glanced nervously at the stalls. They were all open, which meant he and Harry were definitely alone. He put his glasses back on. "What about it then?"
"Well, there is the matter of Ginny and me." Harry finished washing up and approached the paper towel dispenser. Percy took a step back. "There's nothing serious between her and me, it's sort of an on again/off again kind of thing, but still."
"Is it on again or off again at the moment?"
"Off. I wouldn't have allowed anything to happen with you if it wasn't."
"What are you concerned about? There's nothing going on between the two of us."
"Well… okay, I guess. I just don't want things to get weird. I'm close to your family and I assume you and I and Ginny will all be in the same room at some point in the near future." Harry sighed. "It wasn't exactly nothing that happened between us."
"Yes, it was. And it isn't going to happen again."
"You know people say things like that, but things have a way of getting out of control. And to be honest, I do feel a bit weird about this. Don't you?" Harry threw his paper towel away and turned to face Percy. "Don't you feel a bit–" But Harry didn't get the chance to finish that sentence. Percy was on him in one long stride, had cupped his face and started kissing him. Harry didn't resist. He let Percy guide him back into a stall.
"Someone could come in any second," Harry whispered against his lips.
Percy broke the kiss to push the door closed and lock it. He then looked down into Harry's eyes. "Then we'd better be fast."
Harry gave him a nod and then tilted his face up to resume the kiss. He put his hands on Percy's waist and backed him up against the wall of the stall. He followed Percy's lead, giving him what he wanted. As Percy's kiss became wet and hungry, so did Harry's, his tongue probing deep into Percy's mouth. Percy pushed his crotch against Harry's, and Harry went one step further: he reached down in between them and began to unfasten Percy's trousers. He slipped his hand down into Percy's underwear and wrapped his fingers around the smooth firmness of him, and Percy sighed with pleasure and let his head fall back against the stall wall.
"You like that?" Harry whispered between soft kisses to Percy's exposed neck. "Is this what you came in here for?"
Percy could only groan as Harry's hand began to stroke him.
"Yeah, this is what you came to get," Harry growled as he stroked faster. "You knew I was in here, didn't you?"
Percy knew Harry's question wasn't serious, but he considered it anyway. Had he known Harry was in here? He could have seen Harry head this way and then forgotten about it mere seconds later. He couldn't believe he would follow Harry in here to do this with him, not even unconsciously, and yet here he was, writhing up against a wall in a restroom stall. He wanted to be disgusted with himself, but he felt too good, and Harry was too nice to look at. Harry's eyes were downcast behind his glasses, watching what his hand was doing. A few strands of his messy, black fringe hung down over his forehead, and Percy had the uncontrollable urge to reach up and sweep them away. His fingers glided over Harry's forehead and up into his hair. Harry looked up at him then, his pupils dilated. Percy slid his hand to the back of Harry's head, pulled his face close and kissed him, licking across his lips.
"I'm gonna come," Percy whispered against Harry's mouth. He looked down and began to push his clothes down a bit. He needn't have worried about making a mess of himself, however, because Harry dropped to his knees, took Percy's cock out and popped it into his mouth. Seconds later, Percy was filling his mouth with come.
When Harry finally got to his feet, he tucked Percy back into his underwear and closed up his trousers.
"I can do that, you know," Percy said softly with a lazy smile on his face. Harry smiled back.
"I don't mind. Now go. We've been lucky so far, but someone's bound to come in here."
"What about you?"
"What? Oh. No, we don't have time for me. Just go before someone comes in."
Percy unlocked the door and stepped out and away from the stall. He checked his appearance in a mirror, adjusted his shirt and made sure his hair looked okay. "Well, I suppose I'll just have to return the favour another time."
Harry stepped out and looked at him quizzically. "Oh?"
Percy didn't look at him. "Are you free this weekend?"
"Er, yeah."
"We could do dinner Friday night. I could bring dinner."
"Er, yeah."
"Good. Excellent. I'll see you then." He nodded toward the door. "You should go out first, since you came in first."
"Er… yeah." Harry went toward the door, but stopped when he got there and turned back. "I thought we weren't gonna–"
"Harry," Percy said firmly, finally looking at him. "Not here."
"But we just–"
"Friday, Harry. We can talk over dinner."
Harry closed his mouth and shrugged. "Okay. Friday it is then."
Percy watched him go and then looked back at his own reflection. Weasley, what the hell are you doing?