Quiddich. Hots and Impure Thoughts

Disclaimer: Candy Canes are stripped, Christmas trees are green, and I swear they're not mine, I'm only 15…

" Doncha just looooooove Quiddich?" Oliver Wood asked Charlie as he stepped out of the locker room shower. Charlie couldn't quite answer though because Oliver was wearing absolutely nothing and didn't seem to mind a bit. Not that Charlie minded either. Oh God.

" You know if you think about it, Quiddich is actually quite naughty," Oliver whispered in a voice that had gone from hyper to super seductive in a split second. He walked over to the captain of the team and looked at him. " Don't you think so Charlie?"

Charlie could only grunt as a response. Oliver was so much younger then him. Five fucking years, and all he wanted to do right then was jump him. Merlin. He wouldn't look at Wood. No he refused to look. He looked. Merlin.

"What do you mean Ollie?" He managed to get out. " Quiddich isn't naughty" Oliver shook his head. " Haven't you ever heard the old song? When Charlie didn't respond he continued. " You take two people that are actually together, it doesn't work if they aren't. Oh bugger, I'll just sing it for you" And then he began.

Fred and George were on the team

Thought Quiddich was quite swell

The brothers were both beaters

And they really played it well

One afternoon at practice

Fred turned to George and said

Sticks and balls and exercise

With this talk we could be in bed

George turned to face his brother

And realized he was right

Oh the fun the boys would have

With sticks and balls that night

So what's the moral of the story?

Well there aren't any tricks

It's quite simple really

Us Quiddich players love to fool with balls and sticks

"Have I explained it to you well?" Oliver asked as Charlie turned bright red. He got over his Weasly embarrassment quickly though and asked. " So you like to play with balls and sticks eh?"Wood nodded. " More then you know" Damn that boy. He was still standing there totally starkers. Erg. " How about this stick?" Charlie asked with all the courage he could muster. He got up and put his hard on up against Oliver's ass.

Oliver licked his lips and grinded into Charlie. " Those are my favorite," He whispered. Charlie went to kiss him then yelped. " Wait are Fred and George…

A/N- don't kill me darlings, I know the ages don't figure in at all. Just suspend disbelief for a moment, and dream… Happy Holidays and a Healthy New Year to all…