FIC: A Warm Welcome
Title: A Warm Welcome Author: Alliekatgal Pairing(s): Harry/Charlie/Fred/George/Oliver Rating: R Warnings (if any): group masturbation Summary: Harry receives the special welcome to the Quidditch Team. Prompt: There's a special initiation ceremony for new Quidditch players, before/after their first game. PS/SS Harry is a bit younger than the usual new player, but he's not exempt from the ceremony. Author Note (if any): A huge Thank-you to joanwilder for beta-ing.
Harry entered the Gryffindor locker room in the midst of his euphoric teammates. He still could hardly believe that he had caught the Snitch, and that Gryffindor had won the match. Well, to be honest, he had almost swallowed the Snitch, but still, he had caught it.
Ron was following closely on Harry’s heels, and both boys were surprised when Oliver turned around and held up his hand for them to be quiet.
“Great work out there today, all of you. Ron, Harry will see you back in the common room after he showers. We need to have a quick team meeting before we clean up, and I’m afraid it’s only for team members.”
Ron crossed his arms over his chest in frustration. “Fred and George are on the team, and Harry’s my best friend. I’ll hear it all when Harry gets back, anyway. Why can’t I stay?”
Oliver gently pushed him toward the door, saying, “We’ll be back in the common room soon. Tell Lee to raid the kitchens for us. Off you go, now.”
Ron left reluctantly, grumbling about the unfairness of it all.
Harry watched as Oliver cast a locking spell over the door. He didn’t know if this was normal or not, as this had been his first game. They’d had practices before, but Oliver had wanted to keep them private, so there had never been great hordes of people milling about outside the changing rooms.
Looking back over his shoulder, he could see that Fred and George had already begun to strip off their sweaty clothing, leaving their scarlet robes entangled on the floor.
Harry spoke hesitantly. “Are we really having a meeting?”
Oliver smiled and rested his hand on Harry’s shoulder for a moment.
“Nah, it’s simply tradition that we have just the team here after the first game, especially when we’ve a new player. Go get out of your uniform and take a hot shower. Your arse and thighs will be sore tomorrow, no doubt.”
Harry sat down on a bench near Fred, or maybe it was George, and pulled off his boots. His Quidditch cloak and gloves were dumped onto the floor. He had his jumper over his head, in the middle of pulling it off, when he heard one of the twins speak.
“Oi, Oliver. We’re having a special welcome for Harry, right? Charlie’s coming, yeah?”
Harry pulled the jumper off, and looked up at Oliver.
“Nah, I don’t think so.”
“But we got the special welcome last year! Might be bad luck if we skip it.”
“Fred, he’s only eleven. I think we should wait until next year.”
“Me and George were twelve last year when we joined the team. And Harry’s way more mature than we were.”
Harry looked around, confused.
“What’s the special welcome?”
Oliver shrugged, pushing down his Quidditch trousers. “We’ll give you a special welcome next year, Harry.”
“I’m not a baby, Oliver. Whatever it is, you don’t need to wait.”
There was a brief rapping on the shower room door. Oliver opened it and Charlie Weasley slipped in.
“Sorry I’m late. McGonagall was trying to drag me back to the castle with her.”
Oliver shook Charlie’s hand. “I wasn’t sure if you’d make it today.”
“Well, how can you give Harry a special welcome without me? You always need the last person to leave the team for a proper greeting to the newest member.”
Fred and George whooped with glee and called to Harry to hurry up and shuck his kit already.
Harry nervously slid his pants off, fighting the urge to keep his hands over his cock. The twins were both taller than him, with thick patches of curly red hair covering their groins.
Oliver was much taller than he, looking more like a man than any of them, with a dusting of dark hair across his chest, and a cock that was bigger than any Harry had ever caught a glimpse of.
And Charlie. Harry tried not to stare as Charlie peeled his clothing off, revealing his firm, stocky body. The light caught certain patches of Charlie’s skin just so, making them shine. Harry thought they must be burn scars, but he didn’t want to be caught staring. It was bad enough that his palms were sweaty, just seeing Charlie’s bare skin.
Oliver’s voice was soothing and quiet as he spoke to Harry.
“Nothing to worry about, Harry. We won’t be hurting you. Just kneel here on the floor for us. Try to relax. Just sit back on your heels, there’s a good lad.”
Oliver and Charlie were now standing directly in front of Harry, and the twins were on each side of him. Harry swallowed nervously as Oliver grasped his own cock and began to pull on it gently. Harry could see his thumb pressing into his cock as he slid his hand downward, tugging on his foreskin before letting go and starting the process over again.
The twins seemed to prefer milking their cocks, never letting them out of their hands, and somehow maintaining exactly the same pace.
Charlie stroked his cock with a slight twist as he reached the head of it. Harry could hear him give a small grunt, almost under his breath, each time his fingers brushed over the tip.
Harry’s eyes opened wide as his vision became filled with four erections, each one being worked a bit harder and faster as he watched. He looked up and saw Oliver had his eyes closed as he rubbed his free hand across his nipple.
The twins were watching Harry with huge grins on their faces. Fred lifted one eyebrow enquiringly while looking down at Harry’s lap. It was only then that Harry realized his own cock was half hard already. Charlie had his eyes closed, seemingly lost in his own pleasure.
Oliver’s voice startled him when he spoke.
“Ready, boys?”
Harry was watching Oliver now, but caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye, and assumed Fred and George had just nodded their heads to Oliver.
“Now.”
All of them took a step closer to Harry, until they were almost touching him with each pull on their cocks. His eyes slammed shut as something landed on his face, first his forehead, and then both cheeks, and across his chest.
He opened his eyes a moment later, and had to wipe one of them to be able to see. He couldn’t believe they had just tossed off onto him! It had been obvious they were going to do it in front of him, but on him?
Hands helped him up onto his feet. Fred and George began wiping down his cheeks, spreading the stickiness down his arms and chest. Oliver wiped the front of Harry’s face, spreading it down his chest. Charlie used his thumb to anoint Harry’s forehead with some of the mixture from his chest.
“Fraternitas.”
Harry felt a tingle across his skin as Charlie quietly spoke the spell, followed by warmth in his chest.
“Your turn, Harry.”
Harry looked at Charlie in confusion. His turn for what?
“We’ve shared a part of ourselves with you. Now you share with us. Sort of keeps the circle going, you know? Makes us brothers, yeah?”
Harry was still half hard, but reluctant to touch himself in front of the others.
“Come on, Harry. Don’t tell us you’ve never pulled your pud, eh? We’re all friends here.”
Harry blushed, even as he gave the twins an irritated look. Surely they didn’t think he was that young, did they?
Harry gave his cock a careful tug, then another. It took very little before he was completely hard and trembling.
He moaned as a small amount of thin liquid spurted into his hand. It seemed so pitiful compared to what the other boys had produced, and not at all reflective of how good it had felt.
“Now, Harry, just smear a bit on each of us, and say ‘Fraternitas’.” Charlie showed Harry the wand movement, and then let him touch each one of them. When he was finished, Charlie and Oliver pulled them all into a group hug.
Charlie leaned his head in close to Harry, and whispered in his ear, “You did well, Harry. Welcome to the team.”
They all showered, pestering Charlie to tell them stories about his dragons, and then finally they were back in the Gryffindor common room.
Lee had indeed raided the kitchens, bringing back small cakes and pumpkin juice.
Ron pulled Harry aside as soon as Harry entered, wanting to know what he had missed after he had been sent away.
Harry gave Ron’s arm a squeeze as he smiled and said, “They just wanted to welcome me to the team, Ron.”
Harry looked around and smiled as one of the twins caught his eye. He felt a small pulse of warmth in his chest, and smiled as he realized he would always have this connection to them. Perhaps next year Ron would join the team and Harry would be able to join his teammates in welcoming him, too.
Someone raised a glass, with a mighty cheer for Gryffindor, and Harry joined in loudly. It simply didn’t get any better than this, he thought.