LONG: The Advantages of a Well-Fitted Suit, Percy/Teddy, NC-17 Title: The Advantages of a Well-Fitted Suit Pairing: Percy/Teddy Rating: NC-17 Summary: When you're the Minister of Magic, everyone wants favours... like getting your niece's unemployed boyfriend a job. Warnings/Kinks: workplace sex, oral sex, object insertion, sex magic, very slight D/s, wanking, rimming Word Count: 7600 Author's Notes: I wrote this in December (a birthday prezzie for nqdonne) when pornish_pixies was in between the LJ-to-IJ move, and was all sad that I didn't have anywhere to post it. So now that PP is back and better than ever, I am very happy to help christen it with some post-DH porn.
They say you always have time for family.
At that moment, Percy couldn't disagree more - as it was eleven fourteen in the morning, he still had ten things to do before noon, and Bill was still standing in his office.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Gwen, his secretary, standing in the doorway of his office, a frazzled expression on her face. She had a stack of books balanced in her arms, her glasses askew on her nose, a quill between her teeth. Percy waved a hand dismissively at her and looked back at Bill.
"I hate to rush you, Bill - " He cleared his throat and shuffled some papers on his desk.
Not that Bill seemed rushed. Rather than getting the hint, he sank into one of the chairs in front of Percy's desk instead, and said, "No problem, Perce. So as I was saying, I would consider it a personal favour. Victoire is graduating next year and it's especially important to her mother that she begin thinking about her future, which means making choices now that might guarantee her security. Me, I think it's all a little premature. They're young people, after all! If you can't be fanciful and worry-free then, when can you?"
Percy was pretty sure he'd never been fanciful and worry-free.
"Anyway," Bill continued, "do you think you could work something out?"
Percy blinked at him. "I'm sorry, work what out, again?"
Bill snorted. "Honestly, Percy. You can keep the entire Wizarding population of Britain running without a blip and yet you probably couldn't find your nose in front of your face." Before Percy could protest, he added, "I'm talking about Teddy. Teddy Lupin? My daughter's boyfriend? The one who's been coming to Weasley family Christmases since he was in diapers?"
"Right. Teddy Lupin. What about him?"
"He needs a job. Is there anything here for him at the Ministry?"
Oh, that sort of favour. "I don't know, Bill… it's not really appropriate…" That, and all that Percy could remember offhand about Teddy was that he had blue hair. Which - really! - was not the sort of image he wanted to perpetuate in his government.
"You're always saying you want to pull your weight in the family," Bill pointed out.
Percy wasn't so sure about that. He was pretty sure he'd stopped saying that after ten years or so. After all, how long could they keep punishing him? Sure, he'd made some extremely questionable decisions, he'd put the family through a lot, but that was decades ago, and he thought he'd more than made up for it. And he was Minister of Magic now, for Merlin's sake. It wasn't as if he had to prove himself to anyone anymore.
"Teddy Lupin isn't family," said Percy.
"Practically. Fleur is convinced he's going to ask us for Victoire's hand in marriage as soon as she graduates, and says that she won't give her blessing if he's unemployed. He's a smart kid, really. Just a little… unmotivated. We all thought he'd go into Auror training and take after his mum, but then he didn't quite get a potions NEWT. He's been living with his grandmother for a year!"
"If he's such a smart kid, I'm sure he'd have no trouble finding something on his own - "
"Percy." Bill leaned forward, and suddenly looked so serious that Percy remembered for the first time that he was a man in fifties now, and not some brash twenty year old with long hair and an earring. Well, okay, he did still have the earring. "Please. I'm asking as a personal favour. At least give him a shot. If he's not a good worker, then you have my permission to sack him. No favouritism, just a shot."
Percy sighed. "Okay. Okay, I'll see what I can do."
Bill's face spread into a wide grin and he stood up. Percy was relieved that he'd apparently figured out how to get his brother out of his office, at least.
"I'll send him by tomorrow," Bill said. "And keep me posted on how he's doing, all right?"
"Right," Percy mumbled, and watched as Bill turned to go and nearly collided with Gwen in the doorway. She pushed past him and unloaded the armful of books onto Percy's desk, then started to rattle off something about research on hippogriff migration patterns, Norwegian hunting laws, and Muggle fishing boats.
"And your 11:30 is here," she finished breathlessly.
"Did you have a chance to pick up my suit from the tailor?" Percy asked.
Gwen looked crestfallen. "No sir, between the research and correspondence coming in I've been chained to my desk all morning."
"That's all right," he said. "I'll get them myself on my way home. Go ahead and send in… uh, whoever it is."
"It's Ignatius Boot, sir," said Gwen. "From the Department of International Magical Cooperation."
Percy sighed. "Norway?'
"Norway." She nudged one of the books at him and flipped it to an earmarked page. "Hippogriffs."
She started back out of the office, but Percy stopped her by adding, "Can you squeeze ten minutes into my schedule tomorrow morning? I need to meet with a new potential employee."
She bit her lip. "Of course, sir. I'll see what I can do."
Percy glanced at his watch. Somehow he didn't think he was going to get a lunch break today.
*****
The next morning at nine thirty-two, Percy was standing on his chair facing the window, reaching towards a kink in the blinds. He'd tried several times now to fix it with magic, but every attempted charm left it not quite right, and every time that he caught the imperfection out of the corner of his eye, it distracted him from his work.
His right arm just wasn't quite long enough to reach, and he was thinking about transfiguring some sort of tool to help him when he heard the distinct sound of someone clearing their throat behind him.
He turned, nearly toppling out of the chair, but managing to keep his balance. Gwen was standing in his doorway, along with an… absolutely gorgeous young man. As Percy tried not to stare, his secretary said tersely, "Your nine thirty is here." Gwen had the same attitude about punctuality that Percy did. Perhaps one of the reasons they got along so well.
"Wotcher," the young man said, flashing him a charming smile as he stepped past Gwen, who looked disgruntled as she stepped back out and closed the door behind her. "Should I call you Minister then?"
That's when Percy remembered that his nine-thirty was Teddy Lupin.
"Your hair's different," he blurted. Oh, nice one, Minister. Very professional.
Teddy laughed, and dragged his fingers through his light brown hair, well-groomed, long enough to come just short of falling into his eyes. "I'm a Metamorphmagus," he said. "It tends to change to fit my mood. My grandmother convinced me that something more conservative would be appropriate for a job interview."
Percy wanted to ask if that meant that those starling blue eyes weren't real, but he had to remind himself that he was the Minister of Magic, not a modelling agent. "Right," he said instead. "And how is Andromeda?"
Teddy shrugged. "She's taken up yoga. So… surprisingly calm. Ah, if I may ask - is there a reason you're standing on your desk chair?"
Percy looked down. "Oh, there was - a, um. A kink. In the blinds." Looking sheepish, he stepped down, straightening his perfectly pressed suit.
"Shall I try?" Teddy offered. "I'm left handed; I may be able to reach better."
This was just silly, Percy thought. But he found himself stepping aside anyway, away from the desk. "If you'd like to give it a try…"
Teddy was up on the chair in a flash, reminding Percy with some amount of bitterness what it was like to be a spry twenty year old. He stretched out towards the kink in the blinds, but all Percy could do was stare at the perfectly round, tight arse nestled in Teddy's perfectly fitted beige trousers.
By the time Teddy fixed the problem and hopped down from the chair, Percy's cheeks were slightly pink. Hoping that it wasn't noticeable, he said, "Ah - thank you! That's much better."
"Does that mean I get the job?" Teddy asked with a grin.
Percy settled himself back into his chair. "Don't you even want to know what the job is?"
"Truthfully?" Teddy sank into one of the chairs in front of Percy's desk. "Anything to get Gran off my back."
"And your future in-laws," Percy added.
"Uh, right. Them too."
Percy wasn't terribly impressed with Teddy's lack of ambition, but with an arse like that, did it really matter? In any case, anticipating Teddy's blue hair, Percy had already come up with a position for him. Somewhere Percy could keep an eye on him and not have to worry about him projecting an unprofessional image on the Ministry as a whole.
"If you're interested, I'd like to offer you the position of my personal assistant," said Percy.
Teddy looked genuinely surprised. "Really? What about the girl outside?"
Percy couldn't help but think that the thirty-six year old Gwen would probably not care for being called a "girl." He cleared his throat. "She's a bit overwhelmed with the workload at the moment," he said. "I put a lot on her, and between the research and keeping track of my schedule, I don't feel comfortable asking a lot more of her. I need someone that I can send on errands, that won't mind being on call during off hours in case I need something from the office, who can basically just do whatever I need done at the moment without my having to worry about who's going to be around to answer all the owls coming in."
"Well I'm your man!" Teddy said enthusiastically. "That sounds perfect, really. I mean, I'm sure it makes me sound like a lazy lump, my girlfriend's dad having to hook me up with a job - "
Percy couldn't argue with that.
"But that's not really the case. I mean, I was a Hufflepuff! It's just that I didn't know what to do when I got out of school. I'm trying to… I don't know. Find myself?"
"Well, I'm not sure I can promise that this job will be particularly enlightening, but if you work hard and learn a lot, there could be a bright future for you here at the Ministry." That was the sort of thing that Percy had always liked to hear when he was Teddy's age.
"Thank you," said Teddy, standing and extending a hand to Percy. "Sir."
Percy offered a firm handshake, thinking all the while that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He kept flashing back to the sight of Teddy's arse as he stretched towards the blinds. Having a new assistant wasn't going to increase efficiency if it just served as a bigger distraction. He hated the cliché of men in power chasing after their secretary's short skirt. Would it be any different if Percy couldn't stop staring at the way Teddy filled out those trousers?
It wasn't exactly a secret that Percy was gay, but nor was it public knowledge. Mostly it was just something that the general public assumed - forty-one years old and unmarried, never dating, never seen to so much as turn his head towards a pretty witch. And as far as his family went, Percy had simply brought a bloke he was dating for Christmas about ten years ago. Everyone seemed more relieved than anything else.
Of course, that relationship, ten years ago, was also the most recent serious one he'd had. It was hard enough for a workaholic to find time to date, even worse so for a gay workaholic who didn't even have the time to find an appropriate dating pool.
"So am I starting today?" Teddy asked, and Percy realized that he was already distracted.
"Ah, yes. Yes, of course." Percy reached down and opened a desk drawer, flicked through a cabinet of perfectly organized files, and pulled out a blank employment form. "Fill this out and take it to the second floor. I'll see about getting you a desk."
Teddy beamed. "Thank you, sir. I'll be back in a bit."
As Percy found himself staring at Teddy's arse as he walked out of the room, he was starting to think that this might not have been the best idea.
*****
Teddy looked different every day, but he always looked just as good walking out of a room. He had apparently gotten more comfortable with his new position, because he'd veered away from "conservative" as his grandmother had insisted, and started doing more creative things with his appearance again. It really did seem to fit his mood, and even Percy was perceptive enough to know after a while that if Teddy came in with hair that was straight and a muted grey-blue, that he probably wasn't feeling quite as lively as when he'd bounce in with canary yellow curls.
Gwen didn't seem particularly happy with the new arrangement - even if it lessened her workload, she obviously regarded Teddy as inappropriate at best, perhaps even incompetent. But Percy hadn't noticed any issues with his performance - he was clearly a Hufflepuff, not a Ravenclaw, eager and hardworking more than intuitive. And despite himself, Percy was rather charmed by the changes in Teddy's appearance. It was something to look forward to as the days dragged into dull routine. What would his assistant look like today? The eye candy might serve as some distraction, but it also served to keep Percy in good spirits.
When Bill called to inquire about how Teddy was working out (Percy suspected that it was both at his wife's and Teddy's grandmother's urging), Percy was careful in his answer, indicating that Teddy was doing a good job, while not raving about him. It was almost as if he was trying to keep his brother from suspecting something. But what? That he was a dirty old man perving over his hot young assistant?
… and Percy really should not have been thinking about this when he was supposed to be writing back to the Norwegian ambassador. As it was, he was still staring down at the opened books on his desk, turned to the same page they had been ten minutes ago, when Teddy walked into his office.
"Gwen gave me a message that Madam Malkin sent this morning," he said. He had dark brown hair today, just long enough to curl around his ears, framing bright green eyes that were the same colour as the sweater he was wearing. It looked soft. Percy wondered if it was cashmere. He desperately wanted to touch it.
… Merlin, but he needed to get a grip on himself.
"Oh, is my new suit ready?" Percy asked. He hated having to take time out of his schedule for dealing with such things, and honestly, he couldn't care less if he was stylish, but he certainly couldn't let himself appear poorly groomed. So the fraying he'd found in a few of his everyday suits simply would not do. Luckily Madam Malkin had made several for him in the past, so she still had his measurements.
"She insisted that you come in for new measurements," Teddy said.
Percy groaned. "I don't have time! Doesn't she realize that I'm the - "
"Minister of Magic, yes sir," Teddy said, his lips quirking up into an amused smile. "I thought you might say that. So I went by her shop this morning and had her show me just what she needed." He pulled a tape measure out of his pocket. "I can take them now; it'll take five minutes."
Percy was rather impressed. An eye for efficiency was a huge virtue in his opinion. He nodded, getting up from his seat and walking around from the other side of the desk. He was impressed again as Teddy transfigured one of the chairs into a stool just like the sort in the robe shop.
"Step up, Minister?" he offered. "This shouldn't take long at all."
It only now occurred to Percy that this would involve, to a degree, Teddy touching him. He took a deep breath, and reminded himself that there was absolutely nothing untoward here. If it were Madam Malkin measuring his inseam, he wouldn't give it a second thought.
"Do you have your all your suits tailored?" Teddy asked as he used the tape measure to measure the length of Percy's sleeve, from shoulder to wrist. "I've always admired how well they fit."
Funny, Percy had thought the same thing about Teddy's trousers. "I do," he admitted. "I like my clothing to fit well. It makes one look well groomed."
"Do you mind taking off your jacket?"
"Oh - certainly." Percy shrugged off the green pinstriped suit jacket and handed it to Teddy, who laid it gingerly over the back of the remaining chair.
"Well you certainly do always look very put together," Teddy said as he moved behind Percy, who wondered what he was doing for a moment until the tape measure looped around his waist.
… wait, was that Teddy's hand on the back of his thigh? He must just be bracing himself.
"Your trousers especially," Teddy continued. "They always fit so well."
Percy froze. He felt Teddy's hand brush against the back of his trousers as if straightening them, but seemed to linger just a touch too long against his arse…
He had to be imagining things. Because his young, straight assistant was definitely not A) admiring the way his arse looked in his trousers, or B) touching him in an inappropriate manner.
And yet, there was a niggling part of Percy's brain thinking - what if? And it started to imagine Teddy's hands doing other things. Or even better yet, if their positions were reversed, and Percy had an opportunity to touch him…
It was just bad luck, really. Bad luck, over a year without sex, and an overactive imagination - these things working together managed to ensure that just as Teddy was starting to measure Percy's inseam, Percy was beginning to get an erection.
Percy didn't even realize it until he felt the tape measure brush against his cock. His eyes flew open, horrified, and he couldn't believe the amused expression on Teddy's face.
"That's going to skew my measurements, sir," he said.
Percy just gaped. Of all the reactions he might have expected - and the one at the top of the list involved Teddy running away straight to The Daily Prophet - this was certainly not on the list. He started to say something, but he couldn't come up with any excuse at all. He wondered how his memory charms were doing these days…
Before Percy had a chance to force himself to speak, Teddy had dropped the measuring tape, but his hand was still sliding up Percy's crotch, skidding along the outline of his erection, and then making quick work of undoing his buttons.
"No worries, sir," Teddy said, looking up at Percy as he pulled out his cock. There was a hint of a smile on his face, and it was amazingly sexy. "I think I know the most efficient way of dealing with this."
And again, before Percy could get a word out - Teddy lowered his head and wrapped his lips around Percy's cock.
Percy was so shocked that he couldn't even move, let alone protest. And he wasn't even sure he wanted to protest. Okay, he was definitely sure he didn't want to… but he should! A million things raced through his head, not the least of which being that Teddy was straight, that the door to his office wasn't locked, that he would never be re-elected if this came out, that Bill would probably kill him, and that holy fuck, that felt good…
Percy couldn't stop himself from moaning, and he actually thought he felt Teddy smile around his cock as he did. He wobbled a little on the stool, feeling his knees go weak. And as if sensing the imbalance, Teddy reached around with his free hand and grabbed Percy's arse, holding him steady.
There was no way this was the first time Teddy had done this. It was absolutely… masterful. Granted, Percy didn't do a lot of dating, but he'd had his fair share of blow jobs in the past twenty years, and this one was right up there.
He was so busy overthinking the situation that the flood of pleasure caught him by surprise. Suddenly he was far beyond the point of no return, and he found himself threading his fingers through Teddy's hair and gasping "Oh yes - " as he came.
He had squeezed his eyes shut, and when he opened them, he saw Teddy licking his lips and tucking Percy's cock carefully back into his trousers. Then he had the tape measure back in his hands and was saying, "Now, where were we…"
Percy just stared at him in disbelief. "Teddy!"
Teddy looked up at him innocently. "Sir?"
"That - that - why did you do that?"
"Because I've been wanting to for weeks and the opportunity presented itself," said Teddy, and Percy was completely floored by the sincerity of the statement. Wasn't that the sort of thing that people usually just lied about?
Percy stepped down from the stool. "You've wanted to?" he asked in disbelief, getting even more rattled in the face of Teddy's calm expression. "But I thought you were straight! You're - Victoire - "
"I'm not straight," said Teddy. "And, well, neither is Victoire. She's my best friend, and I've known I was gay since I hit puberty. But when she started to date a girl, she was scared to tell her parents."
Percy couldn't say he was entirely surprised to hear that, knowing her mother as well as he did. Not to mention the jokes that George would make. He'd suffered under quite a few of them himself.
"Anyway," Teddy continued with a shrug, "I don't mind pretending to be her boyfriend, at least for now. She says she'll tell her parents after she graduates. And… well, to be honest, I like feeling like part of the family. I mean, Harry's my godfather, but it's still not quite the same as actually being a Weasley. Hell, if I weren't such a romantic I wouldn't mind marrying her. But I've got this notion that I'll actually fall in love someday, and it won't just be all about sex."
"So you're not straight," Percy clarified awkwardly.
"Definitely not. Honestly I'm surprised it's not more obvious, what with the hair and how well I dress."
Percy couldn't argue with that. "But why…"
"Because you're sexy," Teddy laughed, "and because Merlin knows I could tell you needed it. I mean, I was perfectly content to keep my hands to myself and try not to be inappropriate in the workplace, but I'm only human. I wasn't about to just ignore you getting a hard-on right before my eyes."
Percy ducked his head, feeling his face heat up. "I - I can't even - this was completely inappropriate. Not that it was your fault. It… it was mine."
When Percy looked up again, he saw Teddy's face fall. "But I thought you enjoyed it," Teddy said.
"I did! I mean - oh, dear." Percy pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. He was sweating. "You're incredibly attractive. But you're much too young for me, not to mention… well, it's just not right, your being my assistant. And my goodness, it was Bill who asked me to give you the job! He'd have my head if he knew…"
Teddy frowned. "You're Minister of Magic! Surely you're not afraid of your brother?"
Percy looked embarrassed again. "Old habits die hard," he muttered. "Look, Teddy. Surely you see how this is completely inappropriate!"
"Oh, sure." Teddy nodded, but then took a step closer to Percy. "But that just makes it even hotter, doesn't it?"
Percy swallowed.
"You just think it over," Teddy said, and pocketed the measuring tape. "I need to get these measurements back to Madam Malkin."
As Percy watched him leave the room, he knew he was in trouble.
*****
In the weeks to come, Percy was less productive - and more satisfied - than he'd been since taking the job as Minister. Teddy had walked in the next morning after that first encounter and all he'd had to do was smile and fiddle with the button on his trousers, and Percy was gone. It had started with much of the same, Teddy giving Percy blow-jobs underneath his desk, until Percy couldn't hold back anymore and things had progressed to serious snogging and wanking each other. Then, to sex. And oh, there was nothing better than bending Teddy over his desk and shagging him. It was the best sex Percy had ever had.
In his younger years, Percy had been nearly exclusively a bottom, not surprising considering his small frame and often effeminate mannerisms. But to be honest, he preferred to top, and Teddy Lupin's arse was an absolute dream. Not only that, but Teddy was just so… responsive, and enthusiastic, it made Percy feel like he was really enjoying it, like he really did find Percy to be sexy. Irresistible, even!
It was absolutely intoxicating, and completely distracting. Even Gwen had begun to notice how his efficiency had dropped (though, thank goodness, she hadn't seemed to have noticed anything else). Still, others in the Ministry had begun to comment on how… well, pleasant he seemed to be as of late, at least relatively. It made him wonder how many times in the past five years his employees had been saying behind his back, "The Minister just needs to get laid." It was rather embarrassing that it seemed to have been an appropriate sentiment.
Still, Percy did have a job to do, and most of the time Teddy understood that, but others… well, Percy was pretty sure that another quality of a Hufflepuff was tenaciousness.
Like now, as he was going over an important document for the third time, Teddy's extremely tenacious tongue kept licking the outside of his ear.
"Not now," Percy sighed. "I have to finish these revisions by the end of the day."
"But you look so tense," Teddy countered. "You look like you need to relax."
"I can relax after this is finished."
"Think how much better you'll be able to concentrate after you’ve had a nice blow job," Teddy pointed out, sliding a hand down to Percy's crotch. "Of course, what would be even better would be if you'd fuck me. That's the most relaxing thing there is, I guarantee you."
"Teddy, I'm busy. Do I need to give you something to do just so you'll leave me alone?"
Teddy chuckled, apparently still not getting the hint. "What would you like me to do, Minister? Drop my trousers and bend over your desk?"
"If it would keep you from bothering me right now, be my guest," Percy said. It really was no wonder that Teddy was acting this way, what with how Percy generally indulged him… well, every time. And even now, there wasn't a hint of irritation in Percy's voice; he simply couldn't bring himself to be cross with Teddy at all. But he did have work to be done!
For a moment, he thought that Teddy had simply taken a seat and was behaving himself, but then Percy caught something out of the corner of his eye and looked up to see… as promised, Teddy dropped his trousers and draping himself over the front of Percy's desk, his bare arse displayed prominently towards the front door of the office.
Percy picked up his wand and locked the door just out of habit. Teddy was looking at him with those sexy lidded eyes and a "…well?" expression on his face.
"I don't have time for this," Percy said adamantly. "But…" Oh dear, the idea that was forming in his head was so very not like him… "But it would be cruel of me to deny you."
Teddy grinned.
Percy tapped his wand on the desk, said a few words, and then watched as it floated over the desk to Teddy. Behind Teddy. Obviously confused, the boy turned to look over his shoulder, but then he gasped.
Percy couldn't see it very well from where he was, but he knew that his wand had just slid snugly inside Teddy's arse.
"Fuck!" Teddy gasped in shock.
"Just because I'm busy doesn't mean you shouldn't enjoy yourself," Percy said idly, leaning back in his chair a little.
"Yes… sir…" Teddy breathed, his eyes dropped closed. Percy saw his hand drop between his legs, starting to pull himself off.
Okay, maybe Percy hadn't exactly thought this through. There was no way he could get anything done with Teddy there like that. Percy couldn't tear his eyes away. It was incredibly sexy, the way that Teddy was moving his body, the expression on his face.
And so Percy just stared, squirming a little in his seat as he felt a growing erection straining his trousers.
Teddy started to moan, and he lifted his head to look at Percy. "May I come, sir?"
Percy's mouth went dry. "Y-y-yes."
Teddy straightened a little to get a better grip on his cock, and Percy watched enthralled as his body jerked and he spilled white and sticky through his fingers… and onto Percy's desk.
That jerked Percy out of his lustful stupor. "You just came all over the treaty with Norway!" he sputtered. He picked up the parchment and held it between two fingers, watching the white substance drip down onto his desk.
Teddy had just sunk back into a chair after pulling up his trousers. "What? Oh… can you clean that up or do you need me to copy it over?" He handed Percy back his wand.
Percy cleared his throat. "I'll take care of it. Teddy, I need to get some work done. Why don't you take the rest of the day off?"
Teddy frowned a little. "Are you sure? There's, um, you don't need me to run some errands or anything?"
Percy shook his head. "No, I just really need some quiet time to get this finished."
Teddy looked slightly crestfallen, but Percy had to mentally put his foot down. As much as he would prefer to spend the rest of the afternoon shagging Teddy, the Norwegian ambassador was coming tomorrow morning and he had to be prepared. And he couldn't risk the temptation.
"All right," said Teddy, nodding. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Percy watched Teddy walk out, and he wanted to say something, but couldn't figure out what it was he wanted to say until it was too late.
*****
Percy had managed to reconstruct the treaty on clean parchment without much trouble, but the next morning he was still nervous about his meeting with the Norwegian ambassador. This sort of thing was not his favourite part of being Minister. He liked keeping things organized, he liked paperwork, he liked delegating. He didn't like negotiating, didn't like being a figurehead.
He was on his second cup of tea for the morning, and only when he'd nearly drained it did he realize that it wasn't as good as he was used to lately. Then he remembered that Gwen had brought it to him instead of Teddy. No wonder. Teddy made an amazing cup of tea.
So then… where was Teddy? Percy looked at his watch. It was nearly ten, which meant that the ambassador would be here any minute now, and Teddy should have been in at least an hour ago. Great, the last thing that Percy needed was to be worrying about Teddy when he should be concentrating on his job. But had he done something to offend him yesterday? Should he have checked to make sure he was okay?
Percy was surprised at how worried he was. Teddy was his assistant, not his boyfriend!
… right?
"Minister Weasley? Your ten o'clock is - "
Percy looked up to see Gwen in the doorway looking rather frazzled, and seconds later, two figures burst into his office. An unfamiliar man in dress robes, and… Teddy?
The strangest part was that they were prattling on in Norwegian.
Percy's mouth dropped open.
"Minister," Teddy suddenly said, breaking away and giving him a formal nod of greeting. His hair was short, light brown, and well-groomed, and he was wearing a perfectly fitted pinstripe suit. He suddenly looked like a man rather than a boy, and it was the best that Percy had ever seen him. Percy could hardly wrench his eyes away to look at who must obviously be the Norwegian ambassador.
"May I present Edvard Ibsen," Teddy continued. "Ambassador to the Magical community in the great country of Norway."
Percy was confused - first because he'd been informed that he wouldn't need and interpreted, and second because… Teddy spoke Norwegian?
But then Ibsen stepped forward and said in flawless English, "Such a pleasure to meet you, Minister. How very gracious of you to send Mr. Lupin to attend to my needs as I arrived this morning. It is so comforting to be able to converse in my native tongue when I travel."
Percy blinked in surprise, but managed to cover it quickly, and turned smoothly to look at Teddy. "Mr. Lupin is absolutely indispensable," he said, and the way that Teddy's face lit up gave him all the confidence he needed.
*****
By lunchtime, Britain and Norway had worked out an amicable agreement concerning the migratory patterns of hippogriffs and whose responsibility it was to keep Muggle fishing boats from spotting them as they fly over the North Sea. And the ambassador's parting words were more praise for the Minister's young ingénue, Mr. Lupin.
Once Percy was alone in his office, he took a few minutes to collect his thoughts, and then got up from his desk and opened the door of his office. Gwen and Teddy were both sitting at their desks. Percy nodded at Teddy. "A moment, please?"
A few minutes later, they were alone in Percy's office with the door closed, and Percy had Teddy shoved against the wall, kissing him fiercely. It was the most aggressive he'd ever been with Teddy, but he simply couldn't help himself.
When they broke apart to breathe, Teddy started to laugh. "Is it the suit?"
"Partially," Percy admitted, dropping his lips to Teddy's neck. "I didn't know you spoke Norwegian."
"I didn't, until recently," Teddy murmured, arching his neck in an incredibly appealing way. "But when I started working for you and that was the biggest project you were working on I figured it couldn't hurt…"
"Brilliant," purred Percy against his ear. "You made quite an impression."
"On you too?"
"Especially on me." Percy pushed the jacket off of Teddy's shoulders and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Well I do like languages," Teddy admitted. "They come fairly quickly to me. And I like… you know, people. I guess it's the friendly Hufflepuff in me, yeah? Or maybe just my natural charm…"
"Mmmmhmmm." Percy was licking Teddy's neck.
"Don't you have work to do?"
"It's my lunch hour," Percy said, kissing Teddy's collarbone. "And as your boss, I'll give you an extra long one as well."
"Extra long, huh?" Teddy gasped softly as Percy's fingers trailed down his chest.
Percy started on Teddy's trousers now, pushing them down his legs, pulling his underpants along with them. He wanted to take the time to be attentive. He wanted to show Teddy how much he appreciated him, that it wasn't just about an assistant helping his boss relax. That maybe…. it wasn't just about sex. At least, it wasn't for Percy. Not anymore. And he had no idea if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Once he had disposed of Teddy's clothes, Percy pulled him back to his desk. With a quick flick of his wand, he transfigured his ink blotter into a large, silk pillow. Teddy sighed as he rested his upper body on it, and Percy sighed at the sight of Teddy draped across his desk.
"No wands this time," Percy promised, kissing the back of his neck. Then he dropped to his knees, rested his hands on Teddy's thighs, and started to slowly and carefully lick at his opening. Teddy's immediate sound of surprise fell into a moan and he spread his legs farther apart as Percy fucked him with his tongue.
"Oh, Percy…" Teddy moaned, and Percy immediately decided that he preferred the way that Teddy said his name, as opposed to "sir."
Percy waited until the whimpers and moans began to sound like wordless pleas before pulling himself to his feet and dropping his trousers. Teddy was so slick and open by that point that it required little more preparation and then Percy was sliding inside, groaning softly.
"Yes…" Teddy gasped, "oh please…"
Percy began to thrust in earnest, one hand on Teddy's waist, the other on his back, rubbing wide circles between his shoulders and the small of his back. When he heard Teddy's breath begin to quicken, become more irregular, he reached around and wrapped his fingers around Teddy's cock, stroking fast in time with his quickening thrusts.
Percy felt it around his cock first, muscles constricting, tightening, milking him, and then heard Teddy's gasp, then felt the sticky warmth spill across his hand. In only moments, Percy was coming as well, groaning out Teddy's name as he emptied inside him.
There was a long beat of near stillness, and then Percy carefully pulled away, fingers trailing down Teddy's back as he straightened.
"That was brilliant," Teddy sighed, turning around on the desk and leaning lazily against it, hair ruffled, cheeks red. Looking positively debauched.
"No arguments here," Percy agreed as he pulled up his trousers and fastened them, immediately brushing out the wrinkles with his hands. He flicked his wands to levitate Teddy's clothes in the corner back to him. "As much as I'm enjoying the view, best you get those back on before that gorgeous suit gets too wrinkled."
Teddy grinned. "Yes, sir." As he pulled on his clothes, he was still beaming, and finally he looked back and Percy and said, "So what's next?"
Percy finished buttoning his own coat and regarded Teddy for a moment, then said, "You're fired."
*****
Ignatius Boot wasn't exactly thrilled to have not only a new employee, but a new position created just underneath him, in him the Department of International Magical Cooperation.
"You're obviously overworked," Percy told him sternly. "If you weren't, then you would have already had that treaty drafted for me and my secretary wouldn't have been reading a dozen books about hippogriffs."
"But Minister, you seem so hands on - "
"It's settled, Mr. Boot. I'm certain that Teddy Lupin will be a valuable addition to your department. He's already made an extremely favourable impression on the ambassador from Norway. In fact, he's asked that Mr. Lupin be sent personally to deal with any further discussions on the matter."
"Well, that may be so, but surely you see where such an impressive promotion could be seen as nepotism? Such things are frowned upon - goodness, my own nephew Terry is still working as a file clerk!"
"Mr. Lupin is a family friend, not my nephew," Percy responded patiently. "And he's more than proven himself. I promise you that if Terry makes an impression on an important political figure then I'll promote him as well."
There wasn't much more to be said after that. You don't really argue with the Minister of Magic.
"So tell me the truth," Teddy said when he met Percy for lunch the day that he started his new job. "Did you get me the promotion just because you didn't want to be shagging your assistant?"
Percy blinked at him, his cheeks colouring slightly. "I got you the promotion because you deserved it," he said. "And… well. I wasn't even sure you'd want to continue…"
Teddy laughed, and put a hand on Percy's leg. "You're joking with me, right? You think I'm going to give up the best sex of my life just because I have to go up a few floors to get to it?"
"You're twenty! You probably haven't had the best sex of your life!"
"Ooooh, really? Well in that case, I'm even more eager to keep trying."
*****
"Gwen, could you have Teddy Lupin sent to my office please? I've just had some correspondence from… Norway."
Percy wasn't sure if Gwen suspected - he should probably give her more credit and just assume that she knew - but if she did, she never said a word. She did seem to be happier now that she wasn't sharing her job any longer, though. Of course, she still didn't have the time to pick up his suits from Madam Malkin's.
When Teddy arrived a few minutes later, he leaned against the closed door and grinned that cocky grin of his. "It's pretty early in the morning for this, Minister…"
Percy snorted. "Believe it or not, I'd like you to keep your trousers on for a moment. I just got a rather interesting owl from Bill."
"Oh?" Teddy didn't look terribly surprised, as he settled into the chair in front of Percy's desk.
"Yes, it appears that the day after finishing NEWTs, Victoire arrived home with a guest."
"Let me guess… Isabel?"
"Actually, he didn't mention her name. The her was the most prominent bit of information."
"How did they take it?"
"Well, Bill just wants her to be happy. Though he may have been hedging a bit for his gay brother's benefit. Fleur, on the other hand, was pretty weepy apparently, going on and on about darling Teddy and how this would break his heart, especially after he worked so hard to make himself proper marriage material with an impressive Ministry job…"
Percy shrugged, handing him the letter. "My guess would be that Victoire didn't see it as her place to push you out of the closet."
Teddy sighed. "Oh, that dear girl. I probably have a note waiting from her at home; I was working late last night and ended up sleeping at my desk."
"This is probably something that you should deal with sooner rather than later," Percy said. "For Victoire's sake, at least. I imagine it's hard enough for her, convincing her mother that being gay isn't the end of the world, without the family thinking that she's broke your darling, marriage-material heart."
Teddy groaned. "Well, maybe wailing about me kept her from wailing about grandchildren?"
Percy quirked a smile at that. "If I didn't have so many siblings I imagine that rant would have slipped my mother's lips more than once by now."
"Well, I guess it's time to leap out of the closet," Teddy said resolutely. "Finally."
Percy nodded, feeling his stomach tightening a little. Because he'd been thinking of saying something ever since he'd first read Bill's letter, and now that he actually had the opportunity to say it, he suddenly felt like a schoolboy confronted with a crush.
"It's too bad, though," Teddy sighed. "That it has to end, anyway. It really did make me feel like I was actually a Weasley."
He certainly wasn’t going to get another opening like that.
Percy cleared his throat. "You still can be, you know."
Teddy looked up at him. "Still be…?"
"What I mean is, I'm a Weasley. And you're - "
Teddy's lips quirked up into a small smile. "Yours?"
Percy shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I'm not certain that I would put it exactly like that."
Teddy's face seemed to get brighter and brighter as he stood and walked around Percy's desk, settling neatly into his lap. "I told you once that I was a romantic," he said. "That I wouldn't marry Victoire no matter how much I wanted to be a Weasley. Because I wanted a chance to fall in love."
Percy pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, feeling a droplet of sweat forming there.
"What I didn't expect," Teddy added, "was to fall in love with a different Weasley. Oh, I love how the tips of your ears go red like that!"
Percy laughed, more than his ears going red. "Teddy, you know, I'm still…"
"Really, really old," Teddy finished for him. "No, you're not. And even if you were, you're dead sexy. I think it's the glasses. And the freckles. No, wait, it's definitely those tailored suits."
"I think I may have fallen for you a little the moment I saw you walk out of a room," Percy admitted.
"One of my best sides," Teddy said smugly. "And as for me… let's just say that the minute I decided to spend my leisure time learning Norwegian just to impress you, I realized that something was up. Something more than my cock, that is."
Percy leaned in and kissed him. "Come to my flat after work," he said.
"I'll pick up your suits on the way," Teddy promised.
"You're not my assistant anymore, remember."
"No, but I am your boyfriend."
"In that case." Percy licked his lips. "Bring your suit as well."