Who: Oliver and Percy What: Aftermath of a dream. When: Backdated to Tuesday Eve Where: Their Room Rating: SOME SEXY TIEM
After the dream, Percy woke up mortified with himself and his appalling behaviour. Was that what he wanted to be? No better than a common street strumpet? Touching boys, touching girls, wearing floozy get-ups, waltzing with professors flirtatiously, and...
Sweet Circe. Oliver. Percy couldn't erase from his mind the look of anger or the hurt that had been on his face. He had acted so indifferent to it, in his dream. Oliver's jealousy had fueled the monster.
Percy thought that was horrific enough, and then the worse of all possible scenarios came to be. He learned his nightmare wasn't just his nightmare. Hannah Abbott, Anthony Goldstein, Angelina, Oliver, and who knew who else – they had shared it with him. They had seen him transform into that animal. Dream or not, Percy felt spectacularly ashamed and humiliated.
It made perfect sense when Oliver wasn't there when he woke up. But when Oliver's absence continued through noon, into the evening, and then past that..
Percy remained as he was for hours. Curled up with the blankets over his head. He had ruined the one good thing happening in his life because of a stupid idiotic dream.
It was just a dream. A dream that everyone seemed to have shared. A dream that prompted Anthony Goldstein to leave flirty messages in Percy's journal... messages that made Oliver wonder what else had gone on in the dream when he wasn't present.
He knew he shouldn't be upset, he knew he shouldn't feel so utterly betrayed but those feelings still followed him around. In the morning he couldn't even bare to look at Percy. The dream had felt so real that for a moment he forgot it wasn't. But as the day wore on and he realized that people had shared the dream it was even harder to pretend it hadn't happened.
There were many distractions in Hogwarts. Many places to get lost but nothing could distract him from images of Percy touching and grinding with others.
He returned to their room late in the evening, mostly because he knew it was dangerous to be out and he was worried that Percy might try to find him... although, why would he? He seemed far more interested in Anthony... or even that old biddy.
The room was unnaturally quiet, despite the late hour, when he slipped inside. He removed his outer robes and moved to the bed. More specifically to the lump on the bed, "I guess... we should talk," He said softly as he sat on the end of the bed and leaned down to tug off his boots.
Percy didn't even hear Oliver come into the room until he spoke in a soft and decidedly un-Oliver like voice. He slowly inched down the blanket to peer out at him. Or rather, Oliver's back. Keeping the blankets up to his chin, he sat up, leaning back against the headboard.
"I fully understand if you intend to end all relations with me," Percy stated past something thick and cottony in his throat. It was a well of emotion threatening to burst. His eyes were already faintly red-rimmed from earlier, but Percy didn't cry in front of others. Or ever admit he cried.
Oliver rubbed at his legs, honestly he'd been considering it. "Where... where I'm having trouble... what I'm struggling to understand..."
He sighed and rubbed at his face, "we all shared your dream. It was your dream... right? But... you can't control a dream so I shouldn't be angry... or hurt or any of those things. A dream is just a reflection of someone's subconscious mind. The problem," he couldn't bear to look at Percy, even now. He tried, but his eyes flickered to that red hair, and then away, "is that if that's your subconscious desire I'm not sure where it leaves us."
Percy had desired Anthony and that girl first... and then remembered Oliver as a kind of after thought. And even then Anthony had been all over him. What did that mean? The problem of how they all shared a dream wasn't the first thing on his mind, the contents of the dream was what had haunted him all day.
"I don't share," he murmured, "so if you want Anthony I think it's best I move out... and we not do this thing anymore."
"I don't want Anthony!" Percy protested at once, eyes stinging. Even if Oliver wouldn't look at him, he wasn't looking anywhere but at Oliver's face. He wanted Oliver to see his sincerity in the off-chance he glanced up.
"I've barely ever spoken a word to him. Or Hannah Abbott for that matter. It's like they decided to invite themselves into my dream. All of them. I would only have wanted you there. Maybe I wanted to know what it feels like to be comfortable in my skin, to not care what other people think.. but I don't subconsciously want to waltz with Professor Vector or inappropriately dance with Anthony. I certainly don't want Angelina to take you away from me."
Afraid though he was of Oliver pushing him away again, Percy found his hand and held it. When he was sure his voice wouldn't break, he murmured, "I only want you."
Oliver carefully twined their fingers together as Percy took his hand. His lips tilted up in a small smile. He finally managed to look up and he didn't feel hurt or anger... he just felt relief. Percy looked like HIS Percy. Complete with those adorable glasses. He climbed onto the bed, moving closer, "how did a dream get me this worked up?" he wondered as he settled beside Percy, so that they were arm to arm.
"I'm really... only two things can upset me. Losing a Quidditch game... and feeling like I've lost you." He pulled Percy's hand onto his lap.
Even though he was relieved to hear Percy say that Oliver was the one he wanted, the memory of the dream still left a certain sadness in him that he just couldn't seem to shake.
"I'm really attached to you, Percy Weasley... really, really... to the point of insanity."
Just seeing the smallest of smiles from Oliver made relief wash over Percy. It was infectious, too. His own mouth quirked up in a faint smile. No more saddling the brink of tears unless they were happy ones.
"That wasn't me in my dream, so you couldn't have lost me," Percy reasoned, because he had felt like a completely different person. He was convinced someone else had taken over the wheel to his body. Percy would have to be the King of Idiots to ever let go of Oliver.
Letting out a shuddery but relieved sigh, Percy dropped his head against Oliver's shoulder, face burying in the crook of his neck while his lanky arms came to wrap around the other man's torso, hands still twined. He didn't care that Oliver smelled like sweat from his runs. Right then he didn't care about anything but holding Oliver and assuring him he wasn't the asinine Percy of the dream.
"Do you remember what you told me a few weeks ago?" Percy asked.
"Hmm... no, not really," Oliver admitted, "I mean, I told you a lot of things so which one am I trying to remember?" He chuckled and rested his head against Percy's.
Already the dream was fading from his mind. This wasn't the Percy of the dream. It was very hard to imagine Percy harboring a desire to run about in mesh shirts, and dance with anybody who cared to. His Percy was hard to get, but oh so wonderful to hold once you'd managed to grasp him.
He wanted to apologize for letting the dream bother him so much, but for now he was content to cuddle. A cuddle Percy had initiated and that felt so good.
Now that he had to say it, Percy turned a tinge bashful and uncertain. It seemed like a foolish thing to have to remind someone of. Conceited to boot. What if Oliver didn't remember? What if he didn't want to remember?
"When, ah.. you told me you're falling for me," prompted Percy, very certain his face was at least some shade of pink. Especially with where he was going with this..
"I'm not though," Oliver said easily, "you can't fall for someone you already love," he smiled softly at Percy. Now probably wasn't the time for a love confession but there it was.
He wrapped both arms around Percy, wiggling his hand out of Percy's hold to do so. "I just didn't want to freak you out with love confessions too soon."
"Oh," Percy said dumbly. Oliver made his heart stop and then start hammering again in the same beat. Hammering and fluttering.
"I.. I'm not freaked out. I was going to say– I mean, I want to say that I'm falling for you too," he said, fumbling the words out before he lost his nerve.
"Perce..." Oliver was happy to hear that, the night he told Percy originally he'd received only a kiss in response and really that had left him feeling a tad bit uncertain. To actually hear it was a relief.
"Do you... do you wish that..." it was a hard thing to ask and his throat tried to close up and stop him from asking but he forged on, "do you maybe... I mean." he sighed heavily, "do you want an open relationship?"
"Heavens, no!" Percy was agog at the mere suggestion. He sat up straight to look at Oliver, searching his face with wide eyes behind his horn-rimmed glasses. "Do.. do you?" he asked, absently worrying his lip.
Percy did not want to share Oliver with Angelina in that way. In fact, he did not want to share Oliver Wood with anyone.
"When I saw Anthony touching you I wanted to kill him and then go in a corner and cry," Oliver laughed softly, "do I seem like the sort who'd want an open relationship?"
Even if it was a dream, he couldn't stop himself from talking about it as if it had actually happened. He squeezed Percy close, "I want you. I only want you. That's it... you're enough for me, Percy. More than enough."
"I wanted to do the same to Angelina when she touched you," Percy admitted without mirth.
"I only want you too. Just you. No one else. Godric knows you're a handful, Wood," he lightly teased, because Percy could do that sometimes without the influence of substances or dreams. "I couldn't imagine being with anyone else or seeing you with anyone else. I don't want to."
Oliver snorted, "I'm a handful huh?" He murmured, but he was so relieved to have worked things out. So relieved that he didn't have to say goodbye. He flopped down, pulling Percy down with him. "I've just... been sick with worry. All day. I didn't know if that was something you wanted... if I was somehow holding you back."
He sighed, "It was just a stupid dream... just a dream. I mean, outside of dreams, Angie doesn't come on to me like that for one thing... and I would NEVER give you up that easily. Just so you know. I don't even know... I don't understand why I just ran. I wouldn't. I never give up. I fight to the end!"
Percy smiled. It wasn't just a faint sorry excuse for a smile, but a real smile. The kind that reached the eyes.
"I know you do," he assured Oliver, and deciding to be bold, he crawled on top of the other man and began to pepper his neck with little kisses. It was, for Percy, very forward. He usually let Oliver initiate this sort of thing.
It was extraordinarily forward for Percy and quite frankly a little shocking but Oliver definitely liked it. He rested his hands on Percy's hips and tilted his head a little to give Percy easier access, "Hey," he murmured, swallowing nervously, "what are you doing Mister?"
"Kissing your neck?" Percy didn't know why he said it like a question. There was no doubt about it. He was exploring every inch of Oliver's neck with his mouth, and when he was given more access, he decided to be a little adventurous. He wanted to taste Oliver's skin. He flicked his tongue over just a small patch of Oliver's long column of neck and then peered up.
"Is that okay?" Maybe Oliver didn't want his tongue on his neck. Percy didn't know! He scarcely knew what he was doing.
Oliver ran his hands down Percy's back, "Yeah, it's fine," he swallowed with some difficulty. He'd done this before. He'd had sex, but somehow Percy's little kisses on his neck really made him... scared.
"I guess.. the right question would be, why are you doing that?" Percy was never like this, so Oliver wanted to know what was going on. He shifted a little, making himself a little more comfortable with Percy draped over top of him.
Percy paused and sat up straight, brow pinched in confusion. Did Oliver not want him to do this? Was he doing something wrong? "Because I want to," he answered a trifle uncertainly.
"Usually you're the one doing this," Percy made a vague gesture, "to me, and I want to make you feel.." pleasured somehow seemed too dirty, so he racked his brain for another word and settled on, "good too."
Oliver smiled. He sat up, wrapping his arms around Percy's waist. "Perce," he murmured, "do you really want to?" He asked softly, "because if you really want to go for it! That'd be fantastic! But... if you want to because you feel like you should or you're obligated then... please don't. I want you on your terms, not mine."
He nuzzled his lips against Percy's cheek and then kissed his ear. "So... which is it love?"
"I do. Really," Percy said, voice a little breathy from what Oliver's mouth was doing to his cheek and ear and not to mention the way he was now practically straddling Oliver's hips.
He turned his head to catch Oliver's mouth for a kiss, and while he timidly ran his tongue across the upper lip, he gently pushed Oliver back down against the pillows. It was, for Percy, all a learning process. His instruction manual was Oliver and the recollections of all the things Oliver had done to him that he'd liked.
Oliver had been enjoying that kiss, and more importantly that tongue when suddenly Percy pushed him backwards and a soft, breathless laugh escaped him. He ran his hands down Percy's sides to rest on his waist. "I can't believe... I wasted the entire day worrying," he said softly, his fingers sliding up under Percy's shirt to run up his bare spine.
"Makes two of us," Percy pointed out, because misery loves company and all that. Or maybe it was some other cliched phrase. He didn't know or care, too focused on trailing a path of kisses across Oliver's strong jaw, down his neck, and over a peek of collarbone. Percy wondered what a little teeth would do, and decided to find out. Right in the junction where neck connected to shoulder, he nipped Oliver experimentally.
Oliver yelped when those teeth scraped his skin. He felt like he was about to come OUT of his skin. Those little kisses, those teeth... Percy was going to drive him to distraction. Dream? What dream? He couldn't remember anything but Percy and how amazing he was.
"Oh man..." he moaned.
Taking the moan to mean good feedback, Percy nipped and nibbled his way down to Oliver's clavicle. While he smoothed his lips back over the path his teeth pioneered across Oliver's salty but sweet skin, his fingers fumbled to start sliding Oliver's shirt up. It was in the way of his mouth.
"Ha," escaped Oliver in a gaspy little sigh as fumbly fingers reached under his shirt. He sat up and pulled Percy into a tight hug. "Ah, okay... stop for a second..."
"... we... uh... okay..." he shivered. He was so hard he thought he was about to explode just from this. He would die of embarrassment if he did so he tried hard to gain control of himself.
"you're driving me crazy," he whimpered, resting his head on Percy's shoulder.
"I am? I didn't mean to–" And then Percy realized what was digging into his thigh wasn't a misplaced tube of toothpaste, but Oliver's hard-on. Had he made that happen? "..Oh."
Percy's face was a study in satisfied embarrassment. "I thought of apologising, but I can't say I'm sorry," he admitted, threading fingers through Oliver's hair.
Oliver laughed softly and held Percy just a bit tighter, "just hold still a minute. At least until I can get my pants off or something." He nuzzled his head into Percy's petting hand, or tried to but it just made him feel silly so he gave up and lay his head on Percy's shoulder again instead.
"This is ridiculous... isn't it?" Oliver asked softly. To get so worked up over so little.
"What is?" Percy was obtuse when it came to all things related to You-know-what. He saw nothing wrong with Oliver's erection. It was natural bodily reaction. And just feeling it against his leg, knowing he was the cause of it, was stirring up one of his own.
Oliver lay back down on the bed and rested his hands on Percy's hips again, "two seconds and I'd have quite the mess in my pants... but I think I'm okay now."
He felt like he was probably as red as a human could be, but he was at least in control again. "Do you ever masturbate?" He wondered aloud.
It took Percy a beat to register what Oliver meant. When it registered, he felt his ears warm to the tips. "Oh," he said eloquently. Percy never knew he could do that to someone with just a little teeth and mouth.
He was just smiling at how red and rather adorable Oliver's face was when Oliver asked a question that made him look pale in comparison to Percy's face.
"I beg your pardon!" Percy sputtered, amazed by how casually Oliver could ask such a thing. It just wasn't something you discussed in polite society. Touching yourself, that is.
"I-I.. well," he stumbled to find the right words, head dipped and eyes on Oliver's shirt, "it's only natural, sometimes, isn't it?"
Oliver ran his hands up Percy's arms, laughing softly at Percy's adorable response. "It is, but I just wondered." He rested his hands on Percy's warm cheeks, "I haven't since I started sleeping with you. I didn't think you'd want to wake up to that..."
His hands slid down to rest against Percy's neck, "I want to watch you."
Percy was about to say he wouldn't mind so long as Oliver cleaned up his mess, but Oliver's next statement left him reeling.
"You want to watch me touch myself?" Percy parroted back, eyes wide. He felt like he was missing a vital piece of information. Like why that would be enjoyable for Oliver.
Oliver smiled and he nodded, "Yeah... I do. Can I?" He felt bad for even asking though. They weren't really there yet. Still, on the off chance Percy MIGHT say yes he had to try didn't he?
The idea of watching Percy pleasure himself was enough to make Oliver's bits jump and quiver. It would get him off, he knew, but he didn't care.
"I..." Percy trailed off, conflicted. A struggle of shame and wanting to please Oliver ensued. And then a solution came to mind. "Can we do it together? You watch me and I watch you?" That would make it a little less horribly embarrassing.
Oliver grinned, and by answer he sat up and in a flurry shucked his pants. He struggled to get his underwear off then lay flat on the bed, naked from the waist down and a little embarrassed but he refused to show it.
"Your turn," he smiled.
It took a bit more time and fumbling and a lot more blushing for Percy to remove his trousers and his pants. Which he neatly folded before he stood, hands in front of his bits, awaiting instruction. "Where should I..?" Percy wasn't sure how to position himself. Next to Oliver? In front of Oliver?
Why was he so adorable? Oliver didn't understand, and he didn't know why Percy's shy was so alluring. Instead of being a turn off, it was just a bigger turn on. He grabbed the pillows and plumped them up, then made another plumped up spot on the other end of the bed. "We'll sit end to end... so we can watch each other," He decided.
He sat at the foot of the bed, and smiled at Percy. He wanted to cover his own bits too but didn't want to make Percy even more uncomfortable. If he seemed confident, maybe Percy would start to feel more confident too.
"I might touch you a little too, just your feet I mean... if you don't mind?" He knew he wouldn't be able to resist.
Oliver seemed to know what was best, and so Percy crawled onto the bed and leaned back against the pillows without argument.
"I'm a bit ticklish there," he admitted bashfully, bits still shielded. "But I don't mind." Percy was waiting for Oliver's lead on this. He felt quite absurd, sitting there in just a shirt and trying to avoid looking down at Oliver's groin. Something seemed wrong about just looking at it when nothing was happening to it.
Oliver chuckled, he stripped off his shirt, "Feels silly to be sitting here half naked, huh?"
Once his shirt was gone he reached down and grasped his semi-hard dick. Funny how something he never had much interest in was suddenly so very, very exciting when Percy was there to see. "You can watch, it's okay..."
Now Percy couldn't keep his eyes off Oliver. With his shirt off, followed by his hand on his cock, Oliver was a sensory overload for Percy. "Okay.." he breathed, voice catching a bit as his arousal pooled around his groin.
Oliver flushed as Percy finally looked at him but he kept lazily stroking himself. "Hey," he said, nudging Percy's arm with his foot, "You too."
His free hand rested at his side originally but as he spoke he moved his hand to Percy's knee.
Hopefully that wasn't a ticklish touch, because laughter might ruin the mood a wee bit.
Percy bit the inside of his mouth. His knee was ticklish too, but Oliver's touch seemed to have a different effect. "Just like this..?" Worrying his lip, as if afraid he might be doing something wrong, Percy wrapped his fingers around his half-hard prick and began to stroke himself.
Oliver nodded, "Just like that," he wanted to smile to reassure Percy but now he had quite the view to watch. His hand slid down under Percy's knee and his fingers just lightly rested against that sensitive flesh.
"Hmm... fricking hell, Perce..." This shouldn't have been sexy but it was. It's not that he was gay though, it's just that something about Percy was special. Very special.
His fingers ached to be holding Percy's cock instead of his own, but he just stroked his own harder to stop himself from reaching out.
"O-okay," Percy said breathlessly. Watching Oliver was making him think less, and thinking less gradually let Percy lose himself to the feelings. His hand was almost pumping as fast as Oliver's. Sweet, sweet Circe. Touching himself had never felt this good, but there was something incredibly and undeniably erotic about Oliver watching him while he watched Oliver.
"Perce," Oliver groaned after a few minutes, "... look at me..." although he wasn't so sure he could bear to meet Percy's eyes. He turned red just thinking about it. Why was it harder to look him in the face then to watch what they were doing to themselves?
Somehow it was all just very intimate.
He began to gently rub Percy's calf, "Ah man..."
Percy lifted his chin to meet Oliver's gaze straight-on, and found the sight of his face flushed with pleasure to be ten times more arousing than watching his hand. Sharing a very vulnerable, intimate moment made Percy want to kiss Oliver on the mouth. Without thinking lest he talk himself out of it, Percy crawled forward and did what he wanted to do. He kissed Oliver on all fores.
The moment Percy's eyes met his Oliver thought he might explode. There was something in Percy's eyes that made his insides warm up to an almost unbearable degree. Then Percy was moving, and crawling towards him. This wasn't the plan, Oliver didn't care. He wrapped both his arms around Percy and pulled his beautiful redheaded boyfriend onto him as they kissed.
"Straddle me," he whispered against Percy's lips, a soft groan escaping him. Touching Percy was enhancing his pleasure tenfold and he was already so close from so little. It was embarrassing.
Percy knew he wouldn't last. The moment he crawled onto Oliver's lap and their cocks brushed and Oliver made a noise that shot straight to his groin, the climax was inevitable. He knotted a hand in Oliver's hair, whimpered against his boyfriend's mouth, and came shuddering in his palm.
"Holy fuck," Oliver gasped against Percy's lips as his hair was tugged lightly and Percy's body jerked over him. He grasped Percy around the waist, pulling him close and riding out the pleasure with his boyfriend.
"Hah... oh god..." it was difficult to think, to feel... but he realized as his ears stopped buzzing that he had come as Percy did. The pleasure he'd been feeling hadn't been completely from feeling and hearing Percy's pleasure.
A soft, startled laugh escaped him, "now that... was relaxing," he murmured, kissing Percy lightly, then bending down to kiss and gently nip at Percy's neck.
Percy had to admit Oliver was right. After release, he felt more relaxed than he had in ages, utterly boneless. Murmuring a spell to clear away their messes, he wrapped his arms around Oliver and sagged against him.
"That wasn't as horrible as I thought it'd be," Percy conceded in a murmur, tilting his chin back a bit. Oliver's mouth really was talented. Admirably so on his neck.
"Hm, you thought it'd be horrible to be naked with me... to touch yourself while I watched?" Oliver chuckled, "I was a little embarrassed too," he admitted, "but Perce, it was great." Oliver would want to do that again. In fact he could lay around watching Percy jack off all day any day.
He squirmed down a bit until he was laying flat with Percy acting as a blanket on top of him. Percy's tilted neck was distracting him though, he licked and nibbled the pulse beat he found there. He was so glad he'd found Percy, really. Before Percy came along he'd been overwhelmed by the idea that he wasn't meant to be in love, to have love. Now here he was.
He was in love from his toes to his hair and it was the most fantastic sensation. Better then Quidditch. Not better then winning grand tournaments, but definitely better then your average game.