Written for: hphumpdrabbles
Summary: Percy spent all day preparing for Oliver's return.
Prompt: Percy
Rated: R

Percy spent all day preparing for Oliver's return.

When he was home alone, he tended to let things fall out of order. It would shock everyone to know that, but when Oliver was gone Percy couldn't bother with certain things. He didn't bother cooking meals and then it seemed like a waste of water to wash just one dish. They'd pile up and then Percy would think about it: what would someone think if they stopped by?

That wouldn't happen, though, and Percy knew it.

No one stopped by to see Percy. Even his mother felt he was fine on his own. If he went too long she'd owl and invite him to dinner, but she never popped by to check how he was doing.

He was Percy. It was a given that he was fine by himself.

So the day Oliver returned, Percy cleaned up all the evidence of his self-pitying ways and restored the image that everyone had of him.

He started in the morning by sending the sheets off to wash themselves while he showered. Slowly he cleaned up every corner of their small two bedroom house as he made his way through it, starting at their bedroom. He'd start the dishes in the morning with his first cup of tea, but it took until the evening for the kitchen to be pristine again.

Oliver stumbled through the Floo and dropped his Quidditch gear by the hearth.

The gear and Oliver were clean. Early on in their relationship, Oliver would show up still covered in sweat and dirt. A part of Percy wished he still did, even though it was something he'd fought to change.

Smiling, Oliver collapsed in the chair closest to the fireplace. His eyes never left Percy's, who leaned in the doorway watching him. They used to fill the silence with all the typical welcome home greetings, but they'd grown past the need for words. Percy could tell from the way Oliver took the chair instead of crossing the room that he was too tired for much activity, so Percy went to him.

Instead of crawling into his lap that Oliver had expected, Percy kneeled in front of him.

'Oh,' Oliver said, clearly surprised. It wasn't that Percy didn't do this often but more that it was rare they had sex right away anymore. They'd kiss, go to bed, and leave it until morning.

Percy trailed his hands up Oliver's thighs and by the time he'd undone Oliver's trousers they were both hard. He quickly took Oliver's familiar prick as far as he could in his mouth and sucked him hard and fast.

It'd been long enough that Oliver would come quickly no matter what so Percy went for quick and efficient. Oliver's hand gripped Percy's hair tightly in a fist and once Percy had finished swallowing all of his come, Oliver pulled Percy up and kissed him until they both had to stop for breath.

'Fuck,' Oliver said. 'I've missed you.'