Chapter Three
"So, I won you huh?" Percy chuckled as he opened his apartment door, pushing it open with a scrawny hip and gesturing for Oliver to enter first. The athlete moved past, giving a quiet thanks and toed off his shoes, shrugging off his jacket. Percy locked the door behind him and followed Oliver in taking off his shoes and suit jacket which he threw over the back of a chair in the dining area, whilst Oliver's sat with Percy's jackets and winter coats on a coat rack. Oliver watched Percy's back for a moment as he moved towards his kitchen. Oliver was sure the red head was shaking his hips, just slightly.
"Aye, Perce, You've won me. Don't you just feel honoured" Percy's laughter carried in from the kitchen as Oliver sat himself on a large black leather couch, the breakfast bar of the kitchen was located a short space away from the back of the couch. "Any rules then, stud?" Percy blushed slightly but carried on laughing, he'd drunk a little too much. Oliver let out a sigh and rolled his shoulders, unbuttoning his shirt to cool himself down slightly. He also hated having things around his throat. Percy came and sat next to him, placing to mugs of what smelled like Hot Chocolate made with milk on the coffee table. Oliver grinned and instantly took a cup, sipping. "You remembered" He looked fondly at Percy as he put down the mug and Percy gave a wordless nod. Oliver felt his stomach tighten, butterflies attacked his stomach as he looked on at Percy. He blushed slightly and wrapped an arm loosely around Percy's shoulders, experimental. Percy smiled up at him and the two gravitated towards each other.
This kiss was shy and timid, almost as though they hadn't snogged in a club only twenty minutes ago. Oliver let out a quiet groan from the back of his throat and Percy pulled away, panicking that he'd injured the other man or that there were second thoughts. Oliver blushed a deep red. "Sorry, felt nice" He offered Percy a smile and the red head was releaved, shifting his legs over the brunette's lap as he pulled at the collar of Oliver's shirt. Oliver took the hint and maneuvered his legs to straddle Percy, pushing his weight to his elbows with Percy trapped beneath him. He kissed the red head again, holding back the urge to roll his hips against those beneath his own. He instead reached a hand between them to pull the hem of Percy's shirt from his pants, noticing that the material was as soft as it was shiny. Percy stiffened slightly beneath him and the redhead pulled his lips away. "Oliver… I.. How… Is this just a one off thing or?" Percy's large blue eyes stared up at Oliver holding so much confusion and wonder and fear that Oliver wanted to melt into a blanket and wrap himself around the young man in protection.
"I'm yours for as long as you want me, Perce" Oliver kissed Percy's forehead, keeping his lips against the slick warm flesh for several moments. "I've wanted you for years, Percy. Years" Oliver pressed his forehead now to Percy's, their breath's mingling. Percy shifted his head, kissing Oliver's adam's apple. The athlete groaned as the man beneath him massaged his throat with lips and tongue. "Perce.. Stop that.. It feels so.." Oliver broke out into another moan as Percy began to unbutton Oliver's own white shirt and pressed cold hands to warm skin. For someone who'd always been prudish and quiet, Percy was also very sensual.
Oliver shifted, straddling Percy's hips and pushed the cold hands above the other's head. He moved his own back to Percy's throat and undid the stark red tie that was the only colour in his actual outfit. He threw it aside, and pushed his own shirt off his shoulders, throwing it to the black leather armchair before turning back to Percy. The Weasley's eyes were as big as saucers as they fell on the Athlete's toned and tanned body. Oliver blushed slightly, he always had been a bit wary of showing off his body, he hated vast amounts of attention and was often regretful that quidditch had rocketed him to stardom. Percy sat up and placed a kiss in the centre of Oliver's chest, hands grasping the keeper's hips for stability. Oliver put a hand to the other man's hair, tangling it for a moment in rich curls before gently pushing the other back to the cushions of the settee, and continuing his task of stripping him. "Your freckles.. Are they everywhere?" Oliver quirked a brow, he'd seen the freckles on Percy's torso when they were at Hogwarts but now they were less prominent due to the healthy tan that made Percy look less pallid. Percy gave an embarrassed nod and chuckled "You'll have to see for yourself". Oliver grinned wolfishly, he had every intention to do just that.
It wasn't long before Percy and Oliver grew fed up of the limited space of the sofa and Percy suggested they move to somewhere a little more spacious. Percy had slid himself from underneath the keeper and kissed the athlete on the lips before dashing off down a nearby corridor. Oliver followed, slowly for once, and found the doorway at the end of the hall was open and letting out a soft golden glow. The glow of candle light.
Oliver stepped carefully into the room, his movement quiet and easy, steps seemingly measured as they were silent. Percy had lit several red candles, in the corners of what must have been his master bedroom. The décor itself was cream and red with the use of deep, dark mahogany to separate colours.
Percy was perched, cross legged on the centre of the bed. He'd stripped off his trousers and was left in dark green boxers that were complimented by the scarlet sheets beneath him. Oliver let out a low whistle of appreciation. He moved towards the bed, paused to kick off his jeans then crawled onto Percy's bed, kissing the other man. "Hey, Perce" His voice was soft but there was a playful charm in it that made Percy want to hear more "What's the difference between a hard on and a Ferrari?". Oliver was already chuckling to himself as Percy shrugged his shoulders. There was the obvious difference between an erection and a fast car but there were always links between them like Men buying fast cars to compensate what they lacked. Percy had no clue. "I don't have a Ferrari" Oliver laughed and Percy couldn't help following suit. It was just too cheesy not to laugh. He swatted Oliver's shoulder and kissed the other man, falling against his pillows. Oliver settled down next to him and touched his feet to Percy's. Percy instantly wrapped his legs around Oliver's, pulling them closer together.
"Perce, I don't wanna go any further, not till we've sorted this" He gestured vaguely about them with his hands "out". Percy knew what he meant. He meant their status, relationship even. Percy furrowed his brows slightly, his face muscles relaxed when one of Oliver's rough hands brushed his against his cheek. "You make my dreams, Ol" Percy blushed, feeling cheesy but it seemed to be all Oliver really needed to hear because the keeper pushed forwards and pulled the lithe Weasley closer. He kissed Percy harshly before putting his forehead to Percy's. "Of all the dreams I've had, they've never been like this" He slipped his hand down to the waistband of Percy's boxers and kissed a freckled forehead.
All he'd ever wanted was right in front of him.
"Can you catch love, Ol?" Percy snickered to himself as Oliver looked at him in cofusion. "You've got a couple of balls coming your way"
Author's Notes: One thing I love about this story is that I got to go look up millions of stupid chat up lines teehee.. will eventually get something for you all that is really rather erm raunchy lol.. eventually