InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "hiya"

Jamie Lannister (celticpride) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2012-12-03 10:37:00

Entry tags:

alice ayres, oliver wood, thor odinson

Oliver's 26th Birtday
Who: Alice Ayres, Thor Odinson, Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood
When: 3 December 2012
Where: Oliver's home in Villa Park
What: Birthday bevvys
Rating: NSFW
Status: In progress.

Between Oliver and Alice - mostly Alice - Oliver's home was beginning to look more and more like an inhabitable place. At least the front room was nice enough to host guests, and the kitchen had always been fully equipped.

Though typically Oliver threw huge gatherings for birthdays, whether they were his or a friends, today's affair would be intimate. Just Oliver, his house mate and the only two blokes he knew in all of the United State. Which was perfect, because still on Vicodin and moving slowly, there wasn't much he felt up to doing except sitting around and chatting. Add to that a couple of friends and some bevvys, and Oliver felt it would be the perfect setting to accepting another year of life had dwindled down the drain as a one-armed grump-bucket.

(Post a new comment)

	loveisenough 2012-12-04 02:35 am UTC (link)
	Alice had gotten Oliver a couple of gifts - the box set of The Wire because there was no finer way to be an invalid than watching awesome crime shows - but she'd also worn something that she told Oliver she never would. The nurse costume was on as she moved throughout the living room to get herself a beer. She just casually assumed Oliver would notice. (Reply to this) (Thread)

celticpride
2012-12-16 10:40 pm UTC (link)

It took less than five seconds for Oliver to notice Alice out of the corner of his vision. Eyes snapping up from the book he was reading, a wanton grin smeared across his lips without any trace of guilt or shame. Alice was drop dead gorgeous at the worst of times, but dressed in white mesh and strutting about the house like nothing special was happening she could turn even chaste men into feral predators.

A quick glance to the clock told Oliver they still had a half hour before anyone was due to arrive; not nearly enough time to fully appreciate Alice's state of dress, but time enough for something.

Chucking his book aside on the couch, Oliver stood up and crossed the room, stalking Alice into the kitchen. Her back was turned as she rooted for a beer so Oliver, desire burning brightly in his gaze, came up behind her. Hands to her hips, chest to her back, groin against her arse, lips to her neck. He knew just what to do with this present. 'Dinnae you swear never to put one of these on?' he teased, accent thick with testosterone, teeth pulling at her skin.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

loveisenough
2012-12-16 11:03 pm UTC (link)

Even though she'd figured he'd do something with his 'present', she gasped when she felt his teeth on her neck, melting backward into his touch. She'd known that wearing the getup would be like a red bull to a tiger, but she'd assumed he'd see her, realize that his friends were coming over soon, and just sit on his hands like one of her clients.

She was glad she was wrong. A quickie against the fridge was far better. "I did, but it's your birthday," she retorted, playing it cool. It was easier to hide her arousal than it was for him to do the same. "I got you this and an actual present as well, but that's in my room."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

celticpride
2012-12-17 01:04 am UTC (link)

'This isn't an actual present?' Oliver questioned, running his left hand up her side until it slipped around to her stomach. He pulled her body back against his, purring happily despite his one-armed restriction. The shoulder was better, less swollen and irritated, but still bound tightly and a neusance when what he really wanted to do was pick Alice up and throw her over the countertop. An outfit like the one she was wearing begged for a rough shag.

'Seems pretty present like to me,' he continued, nipping along her neck. She felt so warm against him, so inviting. Oliver trailed his fingers down Alice's stomach and further, caressing her through the thin fabric of her costume. His heart pounded in his ears; her body was burning just as hotly as his. 'It's beautifully wrapped... And very much appreciated... Only question is should I fuck you against the fridge or over the butcher's block?'

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

loveisenough
2012-12-17 01:10 am UTC (link)

"It's not something that will last forever, isn't that what presents are?" Her breath hitched and she closed her eyes, moving just enough to shut the refrigerator door. It was cool against her cheek and she curled her toes in the heels she was wearing. Her legs were suddenly a touch wobbly.

Reaching up to steady herself against anything she could grip, she whimpered at his words. Usually they were playful, almost silly in their romps, but he was even hotter when he was a bit controlling. "You're already here, why should we move?" Plus she didn't think he'd hurt his shoulders against the fridge.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

celticpride
2012-12-17 09:20 am UTC (link)

The fantasy wasn't the nurse's costume. Oliver was plenty tired of nurses by this point and what Alice wore could hardly be considered proper nursing attire. It wasn't the doctor-patient intimacy either, nor any of the medical instruments which some people seemed to fancy. Nothing nearly as kinky as that. No, for Oliver what had his mouth watering were the red high heels and the stockings with garter. Alice's smooth skin still visible beneath thin layers of white sheer, her breasts not quite held back behind a flimsy top. And all of that pressed between his own body and the cold steel of the fridge.

The sight demanded more time than they had, she demanded more attention than he could give in that moment. But if not now, he'd be sure to pay her back when the party was over.

For now, it would have to be a quick shag because there was no power on earth that could keep him from her in that moment. Oliver had gone from innocent bystander to predatory headspace in the blink of an eye.

His hand fell away from her just long enough to undo the latches on his trousers, but his teeth and tongue continued to leave little possessive marks along her neck and shoulder. Small, red weals rising against her skin only to fade a minute later. Oliver's mouth eventually sought out Alice's and when he kissed her, it was immediately intense, nothing but hungry desire and demand of satisfaction. She'd put the outfit on and now Oliver wanted to rip it off.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

loveisenough
2012-12-17 07:57 pm UTC (link)

Oliver was usually quite gentlemanly, was usually kind and sweet and worried very much about her pleasure and her comfort. But his roughness was very much her pleasure and she purred when he bit her shoulder. Kissing him harder than usual, she could feel her lips start to plump from being nibbled and pressed against his teeth.

Her hand went to his hair, tugging it gently, hoping he'd continue in the rough treatment. "Hard," she murmured, hoping he'd take her advice.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

celticpride
2013-01-08 10:41 pm UTC (link)

She didn't need to say it twice. Though, Oliver wouldn't have protested to hear her breathy voice begging for his touch a second or even third time but he hadn't the patience to tease that out of her. Not had they the luxury of time, for guests would be arriving far too soon at this point. However, the immediacy only added to the desire and obediently, though he was dominating, Oliver tore aside Alice's knickers just far enough to split her body open, roughly thrusting into her as his teeth sunk into Alice's bottom lip with a growl.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

loveisenough
2013-01-08 11:00 pm UTC (link)

The growl was what did it to her, what made her legs tremble and made her gasp his name. She hadn't planned on their shagging before the guests arrived, and she really hoped that people would run a little late.

She gripped his shirt roughly, moving her hips so that he could get a little more leverage, closing her eyes and leaning back against the fridge as hard as she could.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

analretentive
2012-12-04 02:41 am UTC (link)

Oliver had said that his party would start at 6pm -- and Percy was never one to disappoint when it came to punctuality. At that exact time, he knocked on the door, a bag of goodies in his free hand.

True to his promise -- he'd brought over some extra liquor (whiskey, and a bottle of champagne; because birthdays were a celebration, right?), as well as a neatly wrapped gift. Hopefully, Oliver would like it.

(Reply to this) (Thread)

celticpride
2012-12-16 10:46 pm UTC (link)

It took Oliver a few moments to answer the doorbell, donning clothing as he dashed through the house. Curse guests, curse punctuality, curse parties. He should have just planned on spending the entire evening shagging Alice. Hindsight was everything.

Still, this was bound to be good. Oliver was starting to make some good friends in the States and his birthday was a perfect opportunity to spend more time with all of them. Alice was his flatmate - they could shag anytime.

Finally pulling open the front door, Oliver saw Percy on the stoop. 'Percy! Come on in, mate, sorry for the wait,' he grinned. Because Oliver wasn't really sorry, after all. Alice was well worth it.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

thepowerofthor
2012-12-04 05:56 am UTC (link)

Thor had brought with him recordings of some of the best 'football' games in history, along with good scotch, no, really, some really, really good scotch. Some for the day, and some for a rainy day.

Otherwise, it was just him, wearing black silk shirt, black jeans, and red bunny rabbit slippers. There was a blue pair for Oliver, and a Green pair for Alice, since those were the ones he had known about, and one spare pair of bright pink ones, just in case.

(Reply to this) (Thread)

celticpride
2012-12-16 10:55 pm UTC (link)

When Thor arrived and the guests were finally all present, Oliver made for al introductions. Thor and Alice already knew one another, but Oliver was sure Percy didn't know any of them. It was a small gathering, but just the right people, he felt. The only missing person was Verity, but she clearly did t want to be there.

'So Thor's brought some football education. We've got shepherds pie - my favourite and a Scottish classic so donnae complain. And if you feel like complaining, I've all the alcohol you could possibly think of.... Other than that... Leave your keys by the door and.. Cheers for coming!'

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

analretentive
2012-12-17 11:19 pm UTC (link)

Percy did, indeed leave his keys by the door before getting all his greetings in (smiling only a -little- awkwardly) and then depositing his liquor next to all the rest of the collection. He probably should not have worried about anyone running out.

"American football?" Percy asked, raising a brow. "I've somehow managed to miss every game of that ever since I moved to America. I'm sure I'll learn something." Or nothing, depending how drunk he got -- but that wasn't really something you advertised first off.

(Reply to this) (Parent)