A gift for aylaranzz!
Author: ??? Giftee: aylaranzz Title: The Benefits of Wearing a Kilt Pairing/Characters: Percy/Oliver Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 1507 Warnings: Oral sex and anal sex Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Percy and Oliver. Summary: Oliver shows Percy the benefits of wearing a kilt Notes: Thank you to my beta, and to Emi for her patience with me. I hope you enjoy the fic, aylaranzz. I tried for skirts, but kilts seemed to make more sense.
“Remind me why I have to do this?” Percy Weasley grumbled to his lover as he looked disdainfully at his outfit. “This is humiliating!”
“You lost the bet, remember? I told you that Puddlemere would beat the Arrows, and not just because I’m biased!” Oliver Wood laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Besides, you are part of the family, and this is family tradition. You will insult my father if you don’t. Furthermore,” he said with a cheeky wink, “you look rather hot in a kilt. Plus, there are benefits to wearing a kilt.” He winked.
Percy just rolled his eyes. “You better be grateful that I am so crazy about you,” he said. “Promise me that there will be no pictures that get back to my brothers. The last thing I need is their jokes.” I’ll never live this down if they find out about it
”Come on, love, I can’t promise that. I personally won’t take any pictures, though the thought is quite tempting, but I can’t vouch for anyone else,” Oliver silenced his lover with a kiss. “Now, come on, let’s go, my sister is only getting married one time.”
With that, he walked to their fireplace and grabbed some floo powder and was gone.
Percy shook his head and went after him. “I see no benefit in this,” he muttered.
A few hours later, the reception was in full swing. The alcohol was flowing and sappy romantic music was playing.
Oliver was bored and had lost track of Percy. He had been bombarded with relatives who he hardly knew or had never met before, and they all wanted to play 20 questions with him. It was annoying. He was cursing because his boyfriend had just given him a smile and managed to slip away, leaving him to fend for himself and drink way too much champagne and rum punch.
A few hours later, he found Percy engaged in conversation with a man from the Irish Ministry of Magic. He tried to listen in on the conversation as he put an arm around Percy’s neck, but found that he was getting quite bored. His eyes glazed over as he started playing with the curly red locks on the nape of Percy’s neck.
The latter was all too aware of Oliver’s presence but continued to talk to the other gentleman, trying to pretend that Oliver wasn’t there playing with his hair. This was his way of getting even for the fact that he had to wear the kilt, which was awfully breezy. Not to mention that he hated the fact that it showed off his knobby knees. Sure he was being a sore loser, but he didn’t really care.
This went on for about 20 minutes before Percy excused himself from the gentleman, and turned to Oliver. “Bored?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
“Terribly. Just because you are the Minister’s Undersecretary doesn’t mean your job is very interesting. It was obvious that Oliver had imbibed too much alcohol. “Undersecretary…what exactly does that mean? Do you sit under his desk?”
“You’re drunk,” Percy said, a smirk crossing his face.
“Am not,” Oliver rested his chin on Percy’s shoulder. “You know, the kilt makes you look really, really sexy,” he said, giving his lover a wet, sloppy kiss on the cheek.
“Oliver…” Percy pushed the other man away. “You are totally drunk. You know how much I hate it when you drink, especially because you are such a monster afterwards.” His tone of voice, and the way he glared through his wire-rimmed glasses, made Oliver feel like a little boy.
“You aren’t my mother Perce,” he slurred. “She isn’t sexy like you are…you’re sexy…”
Before Percy could further express his disapproval, Oliver had dragged him off behind the house. “Where are you going? Shouldn’t we go mingle with the guests now?” Percy was trying to resist, but Oliver was much stronger than he was.
The next thing he knew Oliver had him up against a wall and was kissing him with a furious passion. His hands were fumbling and groping Percy, as if he were unsure of whether he wanted to cop a feel or tear his lover’s clothes off first.
Oliver had always been up for trying new things, but this..was…different…kind of hot even. Percy found himself getting lost in the kiss and the euphoria of emotion until he felt a cold breeze on his cock, and was reminded that they were in public. “Oliver,” he protested. “Not here, not where everyone could possibly see us.” He tried to push the man off of him.
”Shut up, Percy,” Oliver mumbled as he felt himself being shoved back. Without a word, Oliver pulled out a piece of rope and quickly moved to tie Percy’s hands together, making sure the bonds were secured. “No one is going to see us,” he whispered before his lips crashed against the redhead’s again in a rougher and longer kiss. “You like that?” he whispered when he pulled back.
Percy could only nod.
Oliver smiled again. “Good. You need to loosen up a little and take a few risks. Life is too short not to.” He kissed his lover again before he got down on his knees and lifted the kilt a little bit.
“What are you…oh!” The redhead let out a small moan as Oliver began to slowly and deliberately stroke his cock. “Merlin,” he whispered.
Oliver looked up for a moment before continuing his ministrations. His breath ghosted across Percy’s erection, before he took the other man in his mouth. He nibbled and licked and sucked, using every trick he knew to pleasure his lover.
It was all Percy could do to keep from sliding down the wall of the house. This was turning him on more than normal. He grabbed his lover’s hair and tugged on it, encouraging the other man to go faster. He bit back another moan as he felt his balls and his muscles tighten as the most excruciating tension started to build up. He fought to hold back as much as possible, wanting the sensation to continue.
Oliver felt him tense up and knew he was close. He sucked harder, reaching up to fondle Percy’s balls, and press lightly on the skin right behind them. That was the one thing that always got his lover off.
His actions proved to be the Percy’s undoing. As Percy’s climax subsided Oliver stood up. “Turn around,” he said, his voice soft, but commanding. “Don’t say a word.”
The taller man nodded, his mind a bit muddy and foggy from the intense pleasure he had just received.
When he had turned around, the Quidditch player smirked and undid the bindings. He nipped at his lover’s neck and tweaked a nipple as he inserted first one, then two fingers into him, taking his time to prepare his lover. When he was satisfied and could tell that Percy was ready, he slid into him and began to thrust slowly, letting seconds pass between each thrust. “Now do you care that we are in public?”
Percy gasped as Oliver took him. This was torture. “Don’ care,” he muttered. “Wan’ more, Olv’r,”
Oliver’s thrust sped up slightly. He wasn’t going to give in so easily. He felt like he was putting on a show, though no one was around, and it was arousing. He hadn’t expected Percy to start thrusting against him in an attempt to get him to move faster. Not yet, though. He wasn’t ready to give in to the other man’s wishes. “Say my name,” he whispered as he continued at the same pace.
This was a new experience for Percy Weasley. He never thought that he would find himself in a kilt, being fucked against a wall, at an excruciatingly slow speed. Their sex life had never been dull, but his was something beyond what they normally did. It was kinky, and wrong, and incredibly good.
“Oliver,” the other man whispered. “I need more…please.”
“Say my name louder!”
”Oliver.” It sounded like a moan, and Oliver sped up a bit more.
“Say it again! Louder!”
Percy’s eyes were closed, but he could see blindingly bright colors and flashing shapes as Oliver moved inside him. He moved with his lover, his fingers clutching at the wall in front of him, doing everything that he was told to do.
As his moans built up in volume, Oliver sped up and fucked him harder and faster, until he couldn’t take it anymore. When Percy finally screamed his name, he came hard, biting the other man’s shoulder until he was spent.
Slowly, he pulled out and cast a cleaning charm on both of them, and turned Percy around.
“That..that was hot,” he whispered as he fell limply against the wall. “I guess there are benefits to wearing kilts.”
Oliver just laughed and kissed his lover. “I told you so.” He pulled Percy into his arms. “Let’s go home and I’ll show you all of them.”