The Little Things

Challenge: AnneoftheIsland, who wanted a Quidditch match. I just put a perverted spin on it ;)
Rating: Mature
Warning: Toys

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It was guaranteed to distract Harry. It was a test of his concentration. It was pure evil.

And it was Harrys idea.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Cedric asked worriedly as they walked, side by side, towards the Quidditch pitch, brooms in hand. The morning was chilly with a slight breeze, and both were shivering.
“For the last time, yes,” Harry replied, rolling his eyes. “Stop feeling so guilty, I’m asking for it.”

“But it just doesn’t seem right. It’s not fair. I want to win fairly...” Harry cut Cedric off by grabbing his crotch and squeezing. Cedric was already semi-hard from the mere idea.

“And I want to be tested beyond my limits,” Harry said confidently, rubbing Cedric’s groin through his robes. Cedric groaned and grabbed Harry’s hand, keeping it pressed against him. “Stop worrying.”

Cedric sighed and released his hand, beginning to walk again at a fast pace that had Harry running to keep up with him. Damn Cedric and his very long legs.

“If you’re sure you won’t regret it...” Cedric still didn’t sound certain, but there was nothing Harry could do about that. Cedric wasn’t even doing anything, really, had no part in this plan.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Harry said patronisingly and Cedric laughed at the tone, ruffling his hair.

“Git.”

By the time they made it to the deserted changing rooms, Harry was practically humming in anticipation. He wasn’t too sure what had sparked the idea, and he wasn’t too sure why it excited him so much. It just felt... naughty.

They stumbled into the Gryffindor changing rooms, butterflies attacking their stomachs, and stood for a moment, looking around.

“No-one’s here, anyway,” Cedric murmured, grabbing Harry’s hand and dragging him over to an empty shower cubicle. Harry allowed him to, and allowed him to draw the curtains shut and check for any spaces. That boy was paranoid.

Harry grinned and undid his trousers, letting them fall to the floor with a thud. Cedric whirled around, eyes immediately narrowing upon seeing Harry stepping out of his clothes, sans underwear, and taking off his robe. Harry then lifted his t-shirt off, over his head, with a little shimmy.

Hands were on his hips, forcing him back into the partition separating this shower from others. The t-shirt was ripped over Harry’s head and falling to the floor, Cedric attacking his lips.

Harry moaned against the kiss, drawing a still-clothed Cedric closer to him. Cedric pressed into him fully, and Harry gasped as cloth rubbed over his growing erection.

“Ah, fuck, Cedric,” Harry finally got out, tearing his lips from Cedric, having almost lost sight of what they came here to do. Cedric groaned and began kissing his neck, pinning Harry to the partition with his body, forcing Harry’s legs apart.

It was far different from the nervous Cedric of ten minutes ago.

“Cedric, come on, we need to stop,” Harry said, voice strong, and pushed Cedric away slightly. Cedric rolled his eyes but complied, and turned to reach into his bag.

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Cedric smirked at him from across the pitch. He hadn’t really broken away from the dominating Cedric that only came out during sex and Harry knew he wouldn’t until after the match, until they were alone.

And Harry knew why.

A sudden vibration had him gasping and clutching at his broom. It had started, it seemed.

He flew further away from the goal posts and Ron in case he saw Harry’s cheeks flush with arousal as the vibrations, rubbing up against his prostate so sensuously, continued.

He did a few laps around the pitch, trying to keep his concentration on the game as Cedric didn’t let up with the vibrations, even increasing their level until Harry’s grip nearly splintered his broom, although even that was torture as the wood rubbed up against his hard, clothed cock.

Harry only just resisted sending a dirty glare at Cedric – it had been his idea, after all, and he knew that, in this state, Cedric would be slightly sadistic.

The vibrations stopped and Harry sighed in relief, managing to direct all of his concentration onto the game. The snitch was nowhere to be seen and a glance at Cedric confirmed the Hufflepuff seeker hadn’t spied it, either.

Five minutes later, they started again. Harry grit his teeth, focusing his attention on scanning every inch of the pitch for a flash of gold, instead of the throbbing in his arse that demanded attention. A chuckle in his ear startled him from his quest, and he turned to see Cedric had flown right next to him.

“Find anything yet?” he asked in a force-casual tone, while Harry glared at him. Admittedly, the glare was unjustified, but he was suddenly realising what a bad idea it was, trying to win a Quidditch match while being distracted so deliciously. Had Oliver Wood still been captain, Harry was certain his head wouldn’t remain attached to his body for much longer.

“Look, I can stop, if you really want,” Cedric said. Harry, however, didn’t have time to answer, as a glint of gold got his attention.

He didn’t give Cedric any time to react, taking off for the glint he’d just spied. As he got closer, he noticed that yes, it was indeed the snitch.

The snitch dived downward and Harry groaned. Bloody hell, this was going to take some skill. However, he dived after it, and the plug slid as gravity shifted, pushing even more firmly against his bundle of nerves, vibration still on. Cedric, hot on his tail, hadn’t had time to turn it off – Harry knew he wasn’t just cheating to win.

Even if he had been, it wouldn’t have worked, anyway. Just as Cedric pulled right next to him, hand an inch away from the snitch, jaw clenched, Harry’s fingers wrapped around it, and he pulled up, holding the snitch high above his head, actually managing to forget about the party in his arse as he rode out the waves of pride and happiness he always received from catching the snitch.

He looked down, a grin on his face, to see Cedric sporting a small, dangerous smirk, and a promise of more to come in his gorgeous eyes.