percyficmod (percyficmod) wrote in percy_ficathon, @ 2007-08-30 15:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic, nc-17, percy/oliver, slash |
A gift for graceland428!
Title: Wet Dream
Author: TBA
Giftee: graceland428
Pairing/Characters: Percy/Oliver
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 2348
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters don't belong to me.
Summary: Percy goes to talk to Hogwarts Quidditch coach Oliver about his
son's aptitude in that sport. Random nakedness and wetness results.
Author's Notes: Special thanks to R. for the beta! DH-compliant.
Percy stood off to the side as the children poured out of the
Quidditch showers, offering his son Reginald an encouraging smile that
belied Percy's inner turmoil as he passed with his schoolmates. He still
didn't think it was a good idea to let the boy play on the Quidditch
team, but Penny had insisted that Percy give his consent. His ex-wife
was usually the best mother his children could have, but Percy wasn't
sure she was entirely sane in this case. He reckoned he needed to
investigate the matter for himself and speak with his old classmate
Oliver Wood, Reg's Quidditch coach.
As the last straggler left the showers, Percy slipped inside, looking
around at the mess the players had left with a grimace. It was dangerous
and encouraged sloth, he thought, gearing himself up mentally for
the inevitable fight with Penny. Not to mention smelly. Squaring his
shoulders, he passed by the boys' and girls' shower rooms to where he
vaguely remembered the coach's office to be. When he reached the door,
he knocked and pushed open the door without waiting for an answer.
"Hallo, Wood," he said. "I was just-"
He stopped short and at the sight before him. Oliver was standing near
the open door to the private shower off his office, in the middle of
pulling his shirt over his head. His torso was trim and muscled and all
Percy could do was stare, his mouth going dry. Unbidden, a sense memory
of a hand on cock--Oliver's hand--as his own mapped those very
same planes... Percy shook himself mentally. That had never happened, he
thought firmly. It had all been a rather vivid fantasy, that was all.
"Oh, hey, Percy," Oliver said with a slow grin, tossing aside his shirt.
"I thought I saw you in the stands. Come to see Reg play?"
A blush suffused Percy's cheeks, but he wasn't sure if it was because of
Oliver's bare chest or his Scottish brogue, which sent shivers up and
down his spine, just as it always had. Like it had that night.
"Uh, yeah, amongst other things..." Percy's voice trailed off as he
tried to think of a way to broach his topic. Instead, he found himself
gazing at Oliver's body again, cursing inwardly as he felt himself start
to grow hard. Resolutely, he ejected the memories--or daydream,
rather--from his mind and forced himself to focus on the matter at hand.
"He's a natural," Oliver said. "As good as Ginny and Charlie, if not
better. You have a future Quidditch pro on your hands, Perce."
"Oh, God!" Percy said, forgetting Oliver's state of near-nakedness for a
moment. "That's the last thing I need--Oliver, do you realize how
dangerous this sport is?"
Oliver started to laugh, but then his face grew serious. He came around
his desk to face Percy, reaching out to squeeze Percy's arm.
"It's not as bad as when we were at Hogwarts. It's much safer now. I'd
never let anything serious happen, you know that." Oliver gazed at Percy
for a moment as he rubbed Percy's arm. "You trust me, don't you?"
Percy's eyes widened and his heart started to pound wildly. "Yes, I--I
do. I trust you."
"Good," Oliver said softly. His eyes dropped to Percy's mouth and he
licked his lips unconsciously before looking away again.
"Good," Percy repeated dumbly. "I... um... I guess I should get going."
"Oh..." Percy's heart sped up as he thought he detected a note of
disappointment in Oliver's voice. "If you must, you must, I suppose."
"Well," Percy said slowly, letting his eyes drop to Oliver's torso. "You
are half naked."
"I know," Oliver said with a sudden smirk. "I was just getting in the
shower when you came by." He gazed at Percy for a moment and then seemed
to come to a decision. "You can keep talkin'... or you can join me. Just
like that one time when we got drunk at the leaving fest."
Percy just stood there with his mouth hanging open, struck speechless by
Oliver's revelation. It had happened, it hadn't just been a
dream, and, really, if he were honest with himself, Percy had known that
all along. And not only had it really happened, Oliver wanted it to
happen again.
As Percy watched, Oliver quickly stripped, dropping the rest of his
clothes onto his desk chair. Giving Percy one last, intense look, he
walked into the shower and turned on the water.
For a moment, Percy didn't do anything but stare at Oliver's backside,
swallowing hard at the site of the other man's muscled buttocks as he
tried to tamp down his rising fear. A part of him wanted to turn around
and run out of the showers, run out of the school, and never come back,
but he couldn't--not when Reginald was expecting to see him afterwards.
He closed his eyes and drew in a ragged breath. Penny had always said he
was too controlled, not spontaneous enough. Maybe it was time he did
something about it. He'd wanted Oliver since long before that fateful
even seventh year, and apparently Oliver had wanted him, too.
Almost unconsciously, he started to unfasten his robes, pushing them off
his shoulders and letting them pool at his feet before the rest of his
clothes followed suit. He resisted the urge to take the time to gather
up his clothing and fold it meticulously and then followed Oliver into
the shower, reaching out and touching Oliver's wet shoulder tentatively.
Oliver started and inhaled sharply. "I was starting to think you'd run
off again," he murmured, turning to face Percy. He reached up and cupped
Percy's face, pulling the other man into a deep kiss.
Percy froze for a moment, surprised by the feel of Oliver's mouth on
his, not soft and gentle like Penny's kisses, but hard and demanding.
After a moment, he responded as well, making up for his lack in skill
with his enthusiasm as he kissed Oliver back, reveling in the other
man's taste and in the moment itself. Finally, Oliver pulled away,
licking his lips as he grinned at Percy.
"I've been waitin' a long time to do this again," he said, gazing at
Percy from hooded eyes as he skated his hands up Percy's sides. Despite
the warm water, Percy shivered, his cock now so hard he thought he'd
explode if Oliver touched. But then Oliver did touch it, and
Percy thought he'd die. He put his hand on Oliver's to still it before
he spurted and then he stepped back.
"Let me look at you." He ran his fingertips over the smooth planes of
Oliver's chest, reveling in the feel of Oliver's skin. "You're perfect,"
he murmured, mesmerized by the sight. "A piece of art."
Oliver snorted as a blush suffused his body. "M'not perfect," he said,
shuddering as Percy's nails scraped down his sides. "God, Percy..."
Percy shivered at Oliver's reaction, surprised that he had caused
it. Emboldened, he pushed Oliver up against the wall and gazed down at
the other man's body, swallowing hard as he saw. Oliver's cock was red
and hard and perfect--no matter what Oliver thought--all Percy could
think about was touching it.
"It's gorgeous," he said, reaching down to stroke it. "I've never seen
anything like it, then or now."
Oliver made a funny little noise deep in his throat and pushed into
Percy's hand. Percy's heart skipped a beat as he realized that he
was eliciting this response from Oliver. He knew what he wanted
to do, but he was sure he'd be any good at it. He hesitated for a moment
as he tried not to give in to his panic and run away before he made a
fool of himself.
Just then, Oliver keened, "Percy, please... Need you. Need you to touch me."
"Okay," Percy said, grasping Oliver's erection. He gave it a few
strokes, watching Oliver's face intently for a few moments before he
realized that he wanted to do more to Oliver than just give him a hand
job this time. He wanted to taste Oliver. Dropping to his knees,
he stared at Oliver's cock--even scarier and sexier up close than it had
been from afar--stroking it slowly. Finally he took a deep breath and
licked the tip experimentally.
Oliver let out a soft cry and twisted his hands in Percy's hair.
"Please, more, Perce. Use your mouth."
Percy licked around the tip, trying not to make a face at the taste, and
then sucked it into his mouth, sliding his head down the shaft too
quickly and gagging as it hit the back of his throat. He instinctively
pulled away too fast, scraping Oliver's cock in the process.
"Ow!" Oliver cried. He loosened his grip on Percy's hair and gave him a
rueful smile. "S'okay. Just watch the teeth."
"Sorry," Percy said, blushing furiously. He let Oliver's cock slide into
his mouth once more, going slowly this time, working it over with
meticulous care.
"Oh, God," Oliver breathed, pulling Percy's hair as he thrust shallowly
into Percy's mouth. "Don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop. I'm so close."
Percy's jaw had started to ache, but he redoubled his efforts, anxious
to give Oliver as much pleasure as possible. He was soon rewarded as
Oliver let out a strangled cry and started to come, spurting into
Percy's mouth. Percy started to swallow, but choked, making a face as
the bitter, viscous fluid filled his mouth. Holding his breath, he
opened his mouth reflexively and let Oliver's come dribble out of his
mouth and down his cock.
"Oh, fuck," Oliver breathed. Percy looked up and blushed as he caught
Oliver's eyes fixed on his come-covered cock.
"Sorry," he said. "I-I-"
"Shut up," Oliver said, dropping to his knees. "That was the sexiest
thing I've seen in ages." He pulled Percy roughly into his arms and
thrust his tongue into Percy's mouth, moaning as he kissed him. Percy
returned the kiss with enthusiasm, pressing against Oliver excitedly. He
gasped as he felt a warm, wet hand grasp his cock and slide up the shaft.
"M-Merlin," he whispered against Oliver's lips, reaching up to grab
Oliver's shoulders.
Oliver grunted and pushed Percy back onto the wet tile, shaking his
hair out of his eyes.
"My turn," he said, his hungry gaze running over Percy's body. He slid
his hand up Percy's thigh and grabbed Percy's cock, giving it a few
experimental strokes. Percy cried out and writhed under Oliver's
ministrations. This was brilliant, so much better than anything
he'd ever done to himself, anything Penny had ever done to him, and he
was sure he'd never be able to get enough.
Percy's muscles tensed as Oliver touched him and he gazed at Oliver
raptly. Water had plastered Oliver's hair to his head and he was gnawing
on his lower lip in concentration as he fisted Percy's prick.
"Do you like that?" Oliver asked, looking up to meet Percy's eyes.
"God..." Percy said between clenched teeth for a moment as he pressed
into Oliver's hand. "It's perfect. Better than I'd imag--remembered.
Please, don't stop, Oliver. Please, I--God, I'll do anything you
want."
"I won't," Oliver promised, a tender smile ghosting over his lips as he
continued to stroke Percy, his other hand sliding up Percy's chest to
tweak first one and then the other nipple. Percy grunted and moved his
hips faster, incognizant of the water raining down on him and Oliver.
"S'good," he breathed. "Your hand on my cock... s'bloody brilliant.
Never felt anything like it."
Oliver grinned. "There's more where that comes from." He dragged his
finger through the water pooling on Percy's chest and then slipped it
between Percy's arsecheeks, pressing it against his hole and pushing it
inside. He touched a spot deep within Percy, sending sparks through his
insides. Percy came with a strangled shout, spurting all over his
stomach and Oliver's hand, white lights flashing behind his eyelids as
he shot again and again again. When he was spent, Oliver raised his hand
to his lips and licked off Percy's semen before leaning over the other
man and pressing his lips against Percy's, thrusting his tongue into
Percy's mouth. Percy gasped at the taste of himself on Oliver and
deepened the kiss with a groan.
"I love the way you come undone," Oliver said breathlessly as he came up
for air. "It was even better than I'd remembered, too, and I'd thought
the first time was pretty brilliant." He kissed Percy again, soundly,
and then pulled away. "I, uh, don't have any detentions or hall duty
this weekend if you'd like to go out to dinner." He reached over and
caressed Percy's cheek. "And you did say you'd do anything I wanted."
Percy nodded as he struggled to regain control over himself, his spent
cock twitching at the thought of what he could do for Oliver. There was
so much he had to learn.
"That would be acceptable," he said with formal haughtiness, letting out
a sputter of weak protest as Oliver pounced with a laugh and claimed his
lips.
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