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Who: Percy Weasley + James Wilson
What: Having a holiday
When: 6/21
Where: A hotel
Rating: R - there’s some kinds of sex in here. Also a lot of general banter.
Status: Complete



Finally! A vacation! There was something thrilling about the idea of more than one day off in a row with absolutely no need to get any work done. Percy had, of course, still brought with him his laptop and a neatly organized folder of paperwork, but he wasn't exactly planning on going through the stuff. Not really.

They'd settled on Monterey. Far enough away to feel like they were going somewhere, but not so far as to take forever to get there. Checked into the hotel properly, Percy was squinting at a little glossy pamphlet of highlighted attractions he'd gotten in the lobby. "Do we like aquariums? Apparently this one is nice." That he had to ask Wilson whether or not he liked them probably was rather telling, but one never really knew, did they?

“I kind of like them, especially if they have aquatic mammals.” Wilson looked very much the same on vacation as he did at home - khakis, polo shirt, but less hair product. “Fish are boring, but who doesn’t like sea lions?”

Moving to the bed, Wilson set their bags down on a nearby chair before stretching out. They’d done well in selecting this hotel; the bed felt like a cloud that still had fantastic lumbar support.

Percy perched on the bed next to him, eyes still on the pamphlet. “I suppose I do like otters,” he agreed. “They’re like enthusiastic... underwater cats.” He glanced over at James -- whose hair with less product in was really just fuzzier looking. It’d been very hard not to just touch it all day. “Comfortable?”

“Did you know they hold hands while they sleep so they don’t drift away from their mates on the current?” Wilson smiled, rolling over so he could put his head on Percy’s lap. “I’m very comfortable. We may have to abduct this bed.”

“I hadn’t. That’s sickly adorable, though.” Really, it was. Possibly the cutest fact he’d ever heard. Percy settled the little booklet down so that he might finally get his chance to pet at Wilson’s hair while neither of them were currently encumbered. Goodness, it was soft.

“I don’t think it’s possible to abduct an inanimate object, however. Stealing a bed seems like a lot of effort.”

Purring low in his throat, Wilson craned his neck into Percy’s fingertips. “Maybe we should get a new one, then.” Shopping for furniture together was terribly domestic, the sort of thing that Wilson loved.

While Percy had no real issues with the domesticity of it, shopping for things of that nature never really crossed his mind. Why would it? They had a bed already. It wasn’t broken. What was the practical point of it?

Idly, he scratched his fingers into Wilson’s scalp - an actual petting, really. To go with the purring. “If you’d like? I can hardly object to more-comfortable, can I?”

“Exactly. And we’re supposed to replace beds every five years.” Wilson stood up a lot at his job, so he did appreciate a comfortable bed. “I think mine’s due.”

“Oh. Okay.” Percy shrugged in vague acceptance, if only because he liked the idea of wandering around a furniture store and playfully testing all the model mattresses with Wilson. Kind of an odd thought, but it seemed -- fun. “Well. Sleep on this one for a night first before you make up your mind completely.” As if he’d really needed to say that.

“Mmm. Do you really think we’ll be doing a lot of sleeping?” Wilson took Percy’s hand into his, kissing the palm gently. “I love you, you know.” He looked up at Percy’s eyes, staring for a moment. And in that moment, James Evan Wilson looked like the loving puppy that was likely his spirit animal. Not that Wilson was into that sort of thing.

Of course he wasn’t; that would be silly. Percy gave a tiny sort of smile - just a slight upturn of his lips really. “I do know.” But that didn’t mean he didn’t like hearing it. He did, very much in fact. “Love you, too.” He leaned down to kiss the older man, feeling a little pleased and smug about things, as was his wont. “And no, not as such. But being in the bed is close enough to try it out.”

“I suppose that’s a fair point. Oh, we’ll have to order room service as well.” Wilson bit his lower lip, grinning to himself. He loved room service. It was the pinnacle in laziness, having someone make him a sandwich and bringing it to him. It was a bit like being royalty, albeit in a terribly American way. He still had to tip, after all.

Percy could hardly consider Wilson lazy, considering even his quickly made meals at home still involved sandwiches with homemade pesto and god knew what else. If he wanted someone to bring him a goddamned sandwich to their room while they were on vacation, Percy certainly couldn’t find a reason to object. “Of course,” he murmured, amused, even as he toed off his shoes and pulled himself into the bed more in order to cuddle close to the other man. The bed really was comfortable.

Wilson snuggled closer, reaching around Percy to find the room service menu. He smiled as he scanned it, but not smiling at the menu per se. He was smiling at the constant lub dub sound of Percy’s heart against his ear, he was smiling at the fact that he was away on holiday with his boyfriend. His fiancé. He was just smiling because this was his life.

“Do you ever just sit back and think about how ... damn lucky we are?”

"I consider often how different life is than I expected it to be," Percy admitted, wiggling around until he was laying on his stomach next to Wilson so that he might look him in the eye and raise his eyebrows. "I do feel lucky for that."

“What did you expect it to be?” Wilson’s eyes grew sad. Percy deserved something so much better than what he expected.

Percy considered the question carefully, noting the look that Wilson got over it. His boyfriend - fiancé - wasn't stupid. Even for as much as Percy didn't say, Wilson still got more than the redhead generally told. In the end, he just gave a vague sort of shrug. "Well. I'm sure I'd have been a lawyer by now, anyway."

“You are a lawyer,” Wilson smiled. “A damn fine one, if I do say so myself. Even my friends know it, you’re getting referrals now.” The doctor glowed with pride.

“Thank you.” Percy had the grace to look just pleased about it rather than smug. But it was true enough -- for some reason people did come in asking for him by name. It seemed strange to him sometimes, considering he was less than socially adequate on occasion. “I do like it,” he admitted, even though that was obvious.

“That’s good. Lots of people hate their jobs, and less stressful ones at that. But if you love your job, it’ll carry you through the hard times.” Wilson ran his fingers through Percy’s hair, smiling fondly at him. “I’m sure just like me you’ll get cases you want to strangle someone about.”

He leaned into the touch, closing his eyes for a moment and giving another almost smile. Even Percy liked his share of hair pettings. “Oh, I definitely do, even now. Some people are just horrible by nature. Having to see a lawyer or a doctor doesn’t usually help anyone be in a better mood in most cases.” It was like going to the grocery store when you were already in a poor mood, Percy thought.

“Oh, I’m sure there’s some types of law that just bring out the worst in people. Divorce law being the first sort that comes to mind. Really, any civil case must just suck.” Wilson’s hand didn’t stop stroking; he liked the dreamy contentment that came across Percy’s face.

Percy tended to like the little touches the best -- just small gestures that reminded him that they were both here and happy with each others’ company. “It could be worse,” he said, nearly absently. “I’d hate to deal with real criminal law. Or medical malpractice.” He’d take divorce over either of those any day.

“God, I can’t even imagine. Well, I can. I think that’s why the idea seems so terrible.” Wilson sighed. “I’ve got my insurance, and I’ve had suit brought against me, but nothing that sticks. I get why grieving families do it, though. Sometimes it must seem better to do something than just ... cry more.”

“I suppose,” Percy said, opening his eyes back up only to look vaguely perplexed. Sometimes he really didn’t understand emotion very well -- couldn’t get behind the idea of why anyone would be intentionally cruel to another just to be ‘doing something’. It just seemed so pointless. He frowned over it. “I could never do something like that.” Then again, he wasn’t really the sort to cry, either.

“You’re logical. You and I prize that above most things.” But for Wilson, his feelings were a close second. Most of his friends in med school and afterward (House, cough, House) prized deductive logic, their minds, above all things. But Wilson knew that brains also held the capacity to feel, and that was something he treasured. It made his life worth living.

Percy found logical suited him. It was easier, in any case. Just because he didn't always understand emotions didn't mean he didn't have an awful lot of them, anyway. Sometimes he liked them. Lately more than ever. But still. Sometimes too much was just that. "Logic is nicer than being overwhelmed, in any case." He settled his head on Wilson's chest and closed his eyes again. "Find anything worth ordering?"

“They’ve got quiche,” Wilson murmured. He didn’t seem too interested in ordering anyway, judging by the way he was snuggling Percy closer and kissing the top of his head.

Considering that Percy hardly had his heart set on it in the first place, it likely wouldn’t be an issue. “Mm. Only if it’s the vegetarian kind.” Why everyone felt the need to put ham in things was behind him. Oh well. He wrapped his arms around Wilson’s waist and nuzzled a bit.

“Spinach and tomato, for you,” Wilson smiled. He was stroking Percy’s hair, and it occurred to him. “I don’t want to be anywhere but here right now.”

“Good thing we didn’t have plans to be anywhere, then?” But really, Percy knew what he meant. He was happy to just be here. Not even technically the location. Just with each other, and not needing to think of anything beyond this second. It was terribly nice, really. Removing his glasses, Percy leaned back a little to set them on the nightstand. Vision was nice, but frames not digging into his face while he pressed closer was equally optimal.

Wilson helped Percy move his glasses the rest of the way before pulling him closer for a snog. He liked that Percy understood the sappy things he said, that he didn’t mock him for them. He liked that they were engaged, that neither of them were inclined to stray. Wilson loved the stability, got off on it.

Just because Percy was rarely inclined to speak aloud his thoughts over the two of them didn't mean he didn't have them at all -- he could hardly mock Wilson for saying things that he often considered.

Giving a little sigh, he tilted his head up a little more for a proper snogging angle. No. Kissing angle. Wilson's Britishisms were the worst.

Smiling, Wilson tangled his fingers in Percy’s hair and snuggled even closer. He loved that they’d gone on vacation, traveled very far, to do exactly what they were doing at home. It felt deliciously taboo, like they were breaking some sort of rule.

Truly they were deviants, doing only the unheard of and the unthinkable.

Percy liked it quite a bit. They didn't need to go out and do things every second of the day while on vacation -- the both of them were a bit more keen on staying in, anyway. So this was nice in a different but same sort of way. And their voyeur of a cat wasn't here to dig her claws in, so that had to count for something. "Let's just do this the whole vacation."

It was lovely being a homebody in love with another homebody. “Mmm, that sounds like a wonderful plan. I’m kind of excited that Baxter won’t start sniffing my hair in the middle of sex, too. I miss him, but I don’t miss that.”

“You need to stop giving him ways to manage getting onto the bed, then,” Percy was a wise soul. Also, Baxter had too short of legs to jump up quite that high. Logic won out again.

Unless they were talking about couch sex. Because then, yeah, there was no fixing it. Logic only half won.

“I have to have the little doggy stairs by the bed, otherwise he jumps up and sprains his little ankles. It’s a sad thing to have to see a dog waddle around with sore ankles, Perc.” Wilson nosed into Percy’s neck, nibbling and smiling.

Tilting his head to the side for more effective nibbling, Percy actually gave a smile. “It’s also sad to think you’re about to look up into your lover’s eyes, only to get dog tongue in the face.” It’d only happened once. But it’d been very traumatic. Although Percy still wasn’t sure who for the most.

“That was awful, but it’s kind of funny now,” Wilson grinned. “You have to admit.”

“I don’t have to.” But the fact that he did sound a little amused ruined that line completely.

“Mmhmm,” Wilson grinned, turning Percy’s head to kiss him. He loved when Percy sounded begrudgingly amused; it was probably his favorite tone on the man.

Which was good, since it tended to be a tone that Percy managed and awful lot. He scooted up a bit more in order to have a real and proper kiss about it.

Real and proper kisses were something that James Wilson loved. They were also something he was very good at doing. He wrapped his arms around Percy, untucking the younger man’s shirt from his slacks.

Wilson was good at kissing, and Percy rather liked it himself. He certainly didn’t mind the casual beginnings of undressing either. The younger man could look at that pamphlet of things to do all he wanted -- but he knew he’d much prefer to just stay here in bed with Wilson the entire time they were here by far.

They could go to the aquarium when their legs were worn out from sex, when their muscles were achy and sore. In that moment, Wilson wanted to gnaw on Percy’s neck, kiss his clavicle, slowly unbutton his shirt.

All of those things seemed very nice to Percy - who had moved on from the kiss in order to press tinier ones to Wilson's jaw and neck, even while he untucked his polo shirt. That'd be coming off in just a moment. In fact, why wait. "Off." He tugged nearly petulantly.

Smiling, Wilson tugged off his polo shirt, leaving his fluffy hair even moreso. “Better?”

“It’s certainly a start,” Percy murmured after appraising the situation for a moment. He petted the overly fluffy hair until it was down a bit more into the realm of normal.

“It’s kind of doing what it wants since I didn’t mousse it,” Wilson groused. But he submitted to affectionate pettings, running his fingers over Percy’s bare chest while he waited.

"I noticed," Percy murmured, but did not sound like he minded terribly. Once he felt like he'd done a decent job, he shrugged out of his own shirt. Button up shirts were good for the hair and the soul.

There was nothing sexier than watching Percy shrug out of a button-down shirt. Wilson just sprawled backward, watching him move, smiling to himself. He usually felt like the luckiest man in the world; this moment was no exception.

Percy had never really gotten the hang of making a show of things, and so instead only blushed a little over being watched, and settled his shirt to the side appropriately. He did offer a tiny smile though, peeking at Wilson through eyelashes and no glasses. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Wilson rolled a little closer, moving to kiss Percy’s hipbones above his trousers, nibblign gently. “You’re always ridiculously hot when you think you’re not.” In the little, unassuming moments, Percy was the most handsome man in the world. Wilson couldn’t help but touch him constantly.

Bemused over that, Percy furrowed his eyebrow a bit, but looked oddly pleased with the compliment. "Oh. Well." He played his fingers through Wilson's hair again, undoing all his work from a moment earlier. "Flattery."

“Honesty.” Wilson nipped Percy’s hip, grinning wolfishly.

“That too.” He scooted back a bit to avoid more bitings (really, it was a bit ticklish there, and laughing ruined everything) and instead leaned down for another kiss. Percy approved of wolfish on Wilson.

Undoing Percy’s belt, Wilson moved so that he could kiss along the flat of Percy’s stomach. “It’s not flattery if it’s honest, Percy.”

"It's honest opinion. Which is still flattery." Percy never was good at not debating semantics. It was just a thing he did. Either way, he removed his belt completely and set that to the side, too.

“Shhh,” Wilson grinned, tugging Percy’s trousers down and kissing his stomach again. He liked teasing him a little bit before going down on him, but he didn’t want to tease too much.

Percy let out a little huff of a laugh. He was pretty sure he’d just been hushed. He was also pretty sure he didn’t mind it. Wriggling a little until he was sans pants completely, Percy only thought it fair that Wilson did the same. “Off,” he repeated, because it had seemed to have worked so well the last time around.

Nodding, Wilson moved to wiggle so he was naked as well. He was still only as long as it took to de-trouser; soon he was wiggling back toward Percy again so he could pump him gently in one hand. “Think the check-in clerk knows what we’re up to?”

Breath hitched for a moment over that one, eyes closing even as Percy settled his hands easily on Wilson’s waist. It should not have been more of a turn on to think of someone else thinking on this scene. And yet, there it was. “Two men, one bed,” he murmured, voice as even as it might be in a situation like this. He dipped his hips into Wilson’s hand a little. “I’d say he’s an inkling.”

“He thought you were hot,” Wilson murmured, pressing a kiss to Percy shoulder. “Not that I blame him. I wonder if he’s eavesdropping.” Wilson smirked, appreciating Percy’s appreciation of the benefits of being a bit of an exhibitionist.

“You’re just saying that.” But the idea of being found attractive or listened to by strangers clearly was one that Percy found appealing in his own way -- he pressed his hips in a little more sharply into Wilson’s hand, and then tilted his head down for a heated kiss.

“I’m not.” Wilson really wasn’t; he’d thought he’d seen the clerk stare a little too long at Percy’s bottom, that he’d bitten his lower lip when Percy had bent over. No coincidence. Arching upward to kiss Percy a little more firmly, Wilson squeezed his fingers a little more tightly, all the better for Percy to thrust his hips into.

Percy whimpered a little into Wilson’s mouth -- the noise muffled between lips and tongues -- dug his thumbs a little more sharply into the older man’s hip bones. He couldn’t really help himself. After a moment, he had to breathe, pulling away just enough to do so. “Aren’t you jealous?” he asked, tone hushed and more lusty than it was curious.

“No. I’d stare at you too if I were him. Hell, I do stare at you.” Wilson moved so he was standing up, pressing hard into Percy’s hip, breathing hard into his shoulder. “Besides, he’s not here right now, is he?”

“You’re allowed to stare at me,” Percy said, amused. Then again, so was that other man, he supposed. Not like he could stop someone looking, particularly when he’d been oblivious to it in the first place. He kissed at Wilson’s neck and ear. “And -- no. Just us.” Which was perfect.

“But if he was eavesdropping, well. It’d be rude not to make it worth his while, wouldn’t it?” Wilson smirked, taking a looser grip on Percy’s erection so he could let his own rub against it in turn.

Normally, Percy might have thought to point out that actually it was quite rude for the other man if he was eavesdropping. But that clearly was not the point of this hypothetical exercise, and so he was going to be a sport about it and not go with the logical answer. Anyway, this was hot.

"Yes," he agreed, tilting his hips forward and then back for some very nice friction. "Very rude. We really should be more polite."

“Mmhmm,” Wilson murmured, nipping Percy’s earlobe. “It’s only fair to give him something to visualize.”

"Right," Percy said, kissing Wilson's shoulder and half sighing his approval out. He was really a bit of a failure when it came to dirty talk of any kind, but he found he really liked it when Wilson did it. That had to count for something, he was sure. He did try though. "I expect we'll have to find ways to be a bit louder then. The door seemed fairly thick." Tried. Not really succeeded.

It was good for Wilson, and that was all that mattered. He groaned loudly, and not for the bellhop’s benefit. “C’mere,” he murmured, all breathless and strung out, pushing Percy toward the bed and dropping to his knees.

Breathless and strung out suited Wilson, and so Percy couldn’t help but comply. Well, not that he wouldn’t have anyway. He settled himself on the bed and watched Wilson with an expression that was a bit too anticipatory to be innocent like he’d sort of been going for. Clearly, he liked this part.

Nine times out of ten, Wilson liked to tease Percy - to let his tongue wander for a while before sucking Percy into his mouth. But this time, the teasing was in starting right away. Percy would have no choice but to hold on and cry out because that was all Wilson would leave for him to do.

Percy wasn't an exceptionally vocal man in bed -- sure, he made noise and did his fair share of chatting but he didn't do anything very loudly. He just wasn't the sort of it. But here, now, they'd just been talking about it. It was part of the set goal for the moment, and so he didn't really have to try holding back, did he? It'd be nearly a disappointment if he did.

He'd get there. Once he figured out how to get past the tiny panted out huffs of noise and hitched breaths. In the meantime, he saw no reason not to curl his fingers into James' hair with a tight grip.

And Wilson had a goal he’d set for himself: speed and depth at all costs. He groaned around Percy, using his hips for leverage, trying to get Percy to grip his hair a little tighter.

Getting Percy to hold on tighter wasn't difficult. For some reason, even when he was seated properly or even laying down, Percy occasionally felt like he just might lose all sense of balance and fall over during moments like these.

James' goal was an obvious one -- and while Percy didn't disapprove, he was getting very worked up very quickly about it all. "Oh, god," a half groan through gritted teeth. His boyfriend was incredibly talented with his mouth, so much so that it sometimes seemed unfair.

Percy could get off and be ready to go again in ten or fifteen minutes - why not exploit that? Wilson hummed a question around Percy, looking up at him as he bobbed his head.

Oh, as if you don't know what's going on here, James. Percy wouldn't have bothered answering even if he'd have thought to. Which he didn't.

Instead, he tugged at James' hair -- something between encouragement and half warning (sometimes, even Percy wasn't sure - but that was okay, because Wilson always seemed to know anyway). "You're -- amazing." And yes, he said it louder than he probably needed to.

The warning wasn’t needed. Wilson was busy focusing on sucking deeper, on flicking his tongue faster, on tracing his fingers over his testicles, making them draw up tighter. Wilson groaned around him; the heady rush of making Percy groan was better than his own orgasm.

There were few things in the world that made Percy Weasley actually come down to swearing -- it wasn't a thing he did normally. Wilson working at his cock like it was the only thing that possibly mattered on the planet was something that left Percy lacking for proper words and terminology and verging toward uncouth. It was just so perfectly good.

"Holy fuck," he gasped, moaned, nearly whimpered when he came. Sometimes he sounded so terribly surprised, as if really he just hadn't seen it coming. It was silly, but a thing he did nonetheless.

Wilson looked up, gasping and groaning a little himself. Nothing turned him on quite so much as Percy swearing. The way Percy’s fingers twitched and gripped his shoulders made Wilson’s own cock twitch in response. “You okay?” He couldn’t help but tease.

Percy realised of course that the teasing was all in just good fun, but feigned a bit of a pout anyway. It was short lived, but still. “Oh,” he said, a bit breathy. “Wherever did you come from?” He offset his words by leaning down for a kiss.

That made Wilson chuckle. He liked the happy dreamy voice Percy had used, and he pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him. “I love you,” he sighed, voice fond and aching. There was no teasing, no subtext, just naked honest emotion. It made Wilson feel more than a bit vulnerable.

"Oh." Not like 'oh, neat' -- more the kind of Oh, that Percy gave when he got terribly overwhelmed in emotion and didn't quite know what to do with it all or how to respond to it. He settled his chin on James' shoulder and pressed himself as close as possible. Lips brushed against neck when he spoke. "I know. I do. I love you, too."

Closing his eyes, Wilson wrapped his arms around Percy’s body. It was just a strange feeling; he’d been married three times, and each time he’d thought he was very much in love with the person he’d wedded. But being there with Percy made him realize that he’d never loved a single one of those women half as much as he loved Percy Weasley.

Pressing his cheek to Wilson’s neck, Percy closed his eyes and just enjoyed the embrace for a time. There was little else nicer than knowing he was so clearly loved. Sometimes it really was a bit overwhelming. That could be a good thing, of course. He viewed it as such. After a time though, he nuzzled closer. “You okay?” He wasn’t really teasing.

“I’m fine,” Wilson smiled. “Just happy. I haven’t been on vacation with someone I love in a very long time.” Decades, even.

Percy gave a happy little sniff (it was a thing. a thing he did.) and then half nodded. “I like it too.” Even if it was still just California. It was nice to be away for a while.

“So. Hungry? Quiche really does sound good right now.” Wilson lived for sappy and sentimental moments, but had a tendency to get stuck inside them.

"Okay." Percy didn’t really make any movements to unwrap himself from the other man though. He'd get to it eventually, he was sure.

“Mmm,” Wilson replied, closing his eyes and curling up closer to Percy. Best vacation indeed.