"The same, huh?" Harry's mind conjured an image of Oliver, overstimulated and frustrated, maybe trying to resist the inevitable by pacing until he flung himself down on a bed and let his hand dive into his trousers, head thrown back in ecstasy from just the first touch, while his other hand-
The fire popped, and Harry blinked. He'd always considered Oliver a handsome bloke, but maybe he could bear further contemplation. At night. With his door closed.
His face was flushed, but he managed pick up his wine glass and look Oliver in the eye. "Well, here's to close calls. May they be even closer calls next year." He held his glass aloft and then took a shallow sip of the smooth red wine. He wasn't interested in ringing in the new year with a hangover potion.