Hot Blooded Harry

Title: Hot Blooded Harry part 2

Pairing: Harry/Oliver, Harry/Draco, Harry/Seamus, Harry/? (Possibly more.)

Rated: NC-17 over all

Warnings: Slash- male on male sex. Yup. That’s it. PWP.

Date editted: June 10, 2005 (I am editting this fic on here today because of grammar and mixed up word problems)

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters; J.K. Rowling is the one who does! She owns them all! I am making NO money off of this; this is merely for my perverted (and others) minds.

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Flushed, and out of breath, Harry steered himself back down to the ground as he followed his coach. He did well in his training, but there were times when Harry had caught himself staring at Wood, and even, although he thought he was hallucinating, he had noticed Wood looking at him. Word had traveled fast, and it seemed that all of Hogwarts knew that The Boy Who Lived, was The Boy Who Also Liked Other Boys.

During classes, at least mainly the last class, Harry had noticed the whispers and giggles from boys as well as girls. Harry was sure that by the time the last class was starting, almost everyone in Gryffindor and Slytherin had heard. He was sure that most of Hufflepuff knew now too, since they had Herbology with them. And it won’t take Ravenclaw long to find out, since they had Arithmancy with them (But Harry still didn’t take that class).

Harry placed his broom over a shoulder and sauntered into the locker room. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Malfoy heading for the Slytherin locker room. He looked a bit pale from the side, and then when the blond stopped and turned to look straight at Harry, the pale complexion turned pink. Draco ducked into the room with his bottom lip quivering slightly. Harry had no idea why Malfoy was so distraught, but he had a clue that he might have done something to the other boy’s self-esteem, or something. Harry snickered into his hand as he went in his own locker room.

The others had already left, Harry realized right away. The only one left in the locker room was Oliver Wood. Harry swallowed hard.

“Those were some great moves, Harry.” Oliver said immediately when he noticed Harry.

“Thanks,” said Harry. It was the only thing he could think of at the time. His knees were shaking slightly, so he decided to lean against a row of lockers. He watched carefully as Wood started to take his gloves and arm braces off. Harry never thought about it before, but he really did like leather. He eyed his own protective gear, his own leather arm guards, and smiled softly. It would be pretty kinky to keep the gear on while him and Oliver… Harry stopped that train of thought when he felt his own cheeks tint crimson. He was becoming a pervert!

“You’re welcome, Harry,” Oliver said, looking back up at him. “I liked that one move you did, where you twirled, and then you were upside down on your broom when you caught the Snitch. I think Malfoy saw you perform that move, because he almost fell off of his broom when he was ogling you.”

Harry gasped. “Malfoy was staring at me?”

Wood nodded, smiling. “Yeah. He was watching you a lot actually. He must have heard about your preference.”

Harry blushed, “Yeah, he already asked, and I told him that I was bisexual. I started to flirt with him, just to get his hackles up. I don’t know if he really liked that I did that,” he chuckled at the memory.

“Fraternizing with the enemy,” Wood tutted, shaking his head. “Shame on you, Potter.”

“Sorry, but the look on his face was too funny.” Harry smiled.

“I’ll bet.” Oliver fell silent. Harry continued to watch him. He felt his legs start to give way, so he sat himself down on the bench, next to Wood. Harry blushed a bit, when Wood turned his head, and their eyes met. He smiled and then went back to taking off his other arm guard. “You know, Harry, I … I know it’s wrong and everything, but since this is a day for coming out, I suppose I should let you know,” he turned his head, staring intently into Harry’s deep green eyes. “I’ve—I’ve always had feelings for you, since you helped us win the Quidditch Cup in my seventh year.”

Harry wrung his hands nervously in his lap. He hadn’t taken his Quidditch gear off yet. “You-you like me, too?”

“Too? What do you mean?”

“Um, Seamus likes me,” Harry blushed. “And I like…” Harry looked up again. He felt his lips quivering slightly when he tried to continue his sentence, but he found himself faltering.

“Who do you like, Harry?” Oliver whispered.

Harry’s eyes darted back and forth, ogling Wood’s handsome features. He already bantered with himself about it, so he might as well go with it, right? Harry gulped a lump in his throat and said softly, “You.”

Wood’s eyes widened in disbelief, “M-me? You like me?”

Harry nodded. “I know, it’s kind of… crazy, but…”

“No, it’s not crazy, Harry.” Wood said, sliding closer to Harry, forgetting about taking off the rest of his Quidditch gear. He gently placed a thumb and forefinger underneath Harry’s chin and lifted his head up so that he could look into Harry’s eyes better. He watched as Harry’s cheeks tinted pink as he smiled nervously. “I’m glad that you do like me.”

“And I’m—I’m glad that you like me.”

“How can I not?” Oliver said, running his thumb just under Harry’s bottom lip. “You’re beautiful,” Harry’s eyes widened at that, and Oliver stuttered, “I-I mean that you have beautiful features. Your whole face is handsome, you just have beautiful… um, eyes.”

“My eyes?” Harry fluttered his lashes unknowingly.

“Yes. They’re so green and … bright.”

Harry smiled, a bit embarrassed. “Just my eyes?”

“No. There’s your lips, and your cheekbones, and your nose is very cute, and…” Oliver leaned closer, eyes half-lidded as he continued to stare into Harry’s surprised looking ones. “May I?”

Harry breathed in, suppressing a shiver that was coursing through his body, “Yes, please.”

Very tentatively, Wood pressed his lips against Harry’s. He gently kissed Harry’s lower lip first, and then took Harry’s top lip between his and sucked lightly. Harry softly kissed back, nibbling on Wood’s bottom lip while Wood sucked on his top. Harry did shiver then, and the action got Oliver’s attention. The Quidditch coach brought his hands up to Harry’s shoulders and grasped them tightly, and then pulled him closer.

Harry groaned as Oliver took his entire mouth into his. He opened his own mouth, then, and their tongues quickly found each other. He felt one of Oliver’s hands in his hair, and the other one on his back, pressing him closer, into his broad chest. Harry’s heart began to beat faster, thumping hard in his chest, making his ribcage vibrate. The kiss heated up as Harry’s hands roamed Wood’s shoulders, the back of his neck, and his abdomen.

Wood let go of Harry’s lips and immediately started to attack Harry’s chin, and then down his throat, pausing to softly nip at Harry’s Adam’s Apple. Harry gasped and his eyes fell shut. “Oliver?”

“Yes, Harry?” Oliver’s hands roamed southward, finding the hem of Harry’s trousers. He was making his way back up to Harry’s flushed lips.

“Have you… have you done this before?”

Oliver stopped short, just inches away from Harry’s slightly parted mouth, and then whispered, “I’ve had some experience, I’m sorry to say…”

“That’s good,” Harry interrupted, noticing the regretful look in Wood’s eyes. “Because I’ve never done this before. And you’ve just given me my first boy kiss.”

Oliver smiled, “Well, I’m honored to have given Harry Potter his first boy kiss.” Oliver closed the small space between them, kissing Harry lightly again, “And hopefully many more.” He kissed Harry a little more fiercely then, “and more, and more…”

Their lips locked again. Harry slung his arms around Oliver’s neck, pressing himself as close as he could against the older man’s body. Harry moaned, a bit more loudly this time. Wood took advantage of the blissful situation and started to move his hands down to Harry’s backside, gripping and shoving the raven-haired boy against his pelvis.

“Oh, Harry,” Oliver breathed against the boy’s lips, “Harry, Harry, Harry…”

Harry groaned, rubbing his straining erection against Wood’s stomach, “O-Oliver… oh, my, god…”

There was a shuddering gasp behind them. They froze in their lip-lock, and then Harry slowly turned around. He gasped.

It was Seamus.

“Oh, excuse me,” Seamus was grinning like an idiot. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you, but Ron’s been looking for you, Harry. It looks like you’ve got your hands full, so I’ll just go and tell him then?” Seamus was about to leave.

“Wait, Seamus!” Harry shouted, feeling the panic rising within him. Seamus stopped and turned to look back at Harry. “Please don’t tell anyone you saw me and Oliver… you know…” Harry blushed.

“Oh, I suppose.” Seamus sighed. He looked like he was just told that he couldn’t go around telling everyone that he had found a cure for something. “You sure know how to ruin a person’s fun.”

“Seamus, please… I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about me.”

“You mean that you’re going around snogging any pretty face you see?” Seamus grinned. It looked like he was forcing the wide smile on his face, but Harry noticed the sad look in the Irishman’s eyes.

“I-I’m not like that.” Harry said gently, “We were just talking, and it just happened. It’s the first time I’ve ever been with another guy and… I haven’t done anything wrong.” He looked back up into Seamus’ face, giving him the best pleading look that he could muster.

Seamus sighed forlornly, “I know. I’m sorry, Harry. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. I-I’ll just go and tell Ron that you’re busy talking to Wood about… Quidditch tactics and stuff.”

“Thank you, Seamus. I really appreciate it.” Harry gave him an embarrassed smile. “Um, see you in a bit.”

“Yeah. See you. Don’t have too much fun.” Seamus snickered, forcefully, and then he left swiftly.

“Great,” Harry said when he faced Oliver again. “Now I feel bad.”

Wood rubbed Harry’s back softly. “Please, don’t be. You have nothing to feel bad about.”

Harry nodded, “I’ll make it up to him, somehow.”

“Oh?” Oliver looked a bit put out, placing his hands on his hips. “And just how are you going to make it up to him?”

“Huh? Uh,” Harry blinked, “Oh! I-I don’t know! I really don’t know if I’m going to do anything like that! Quit looking at me like that!” Harry furrowed his brow.

Oliver ran a finger across Harry’s cheek, feeling the soft texture underneath his calloused skin. He made a trail all the way down to Harry’s jaw. “You’re even more enticing when you’re irate.”

Harry’s eyes widened in surprise, and then he blushed. “Stop it. I am not.”

“You are.” Oliver leaned forward and gently placed a kiss onto Harry’s lips. Harry shivered slightly from the touch, and then slowly mirrored the older boy’s actions. They kissed tenderly for a while more, delighting in the taste of each other, and then Wood wrapped his long fingers around Harry’s skinny waist and pulled him against his body. The kiss became more urgent and hungry, and before Harry knew what was happening, he was being laid down on the bench. Automatically, Harry put his legs around Oliver’s torso and hooked his ankles together. They did all of this without breaking contact.

Wood ran a hand down Harry’s face, and stopped at Harry’s Quidditch robe. Carefully, Wood begun to untie the string which held the robe closed, and then slipped it off of Harry’s shoulders. Harry arched into the touch, groaning softly into Wood’s mouth. Oliver brought his other hand down and started to undo Harry’s trousers.

Harry squirmed slightly as he felt his excitement growing with each gentle sweep of Oliver’s hands and lips. Wood took his glasses off of his face, and then slipped his top over his head. Minutes later, Harry felt Oliver’s hands sliding his pants off his hips. He opened his mouth, gasping, and Wood took that opportunity to glide his tongue inside. Harry grumbled in protest of the advance, but then his annoyance turned into pleasure as that tongue started to do some exploring, playing with Harry’s tongue.

Oliver moved smoothly, and effortlessly, over Harry’s skin, and Harry’s sensitive areas. Harry shivered involuntarily, and then inhaled sharply when Wood wrapped his hand around his erection. He tilted his head back from the shock and let out a long, loud breath. Their kiss was broken, but Oliver continued to taste Harry’s chin, jaw line, and neck. Harry shut his eyes tightly, from both embarrassment and pleasure. He felt his face flush hotly, his legs shaking, as Oliver stroked him again and again. The leather braces and kneepads were starting to slip under his bare skin. He licked his lips, tasting a bead of sweat.

“O-Oliver,” Harry panted. He wanted to warn the older man that he was getting close to climax, but he couldn’t get the words out right. Fortunately, Oliver did know that Harry was getting close, so he halted his movements. Before Harry could voice something that he was thinking, Oliver brought his hand lower and slowly started to massage Harry’s opening. “Oliver!”

“Yes, Harry?” Oliver breathed hoarsely.

“What-what are you do- ooohhh…”

Oliver slipped a sweaty, sticky finger into Harry’s body. “I’m getting you ready.”

“R-ready?” Harry gulped. “Ready for what?”

“For,” Oliver slid in another finger, “… me.”

“Ohh,” Harry felt his heartbeat speed up, having an idea about what Wood was talking about. “Sh-should we do this… here?”

“Yes.” Wood said, kissing at one of Harry’s nipples. “I’ve always dreamed about taking you in the locker room.”

Harry raked his fingernails up Oliver’s back, “Oh, god… Oliver…” he bit his lower lip, feeling his coach’s fingers brushing against something inside of him. It felt incredible. “I-I want you…”

“I want you too, Harry.” Oliver slipped his fingers out of Harry’s body. Harry’s legs were shaking even harder. “Hold on, I’m getting you prepared,” he took his wand and used a substance spell. It oiled them both, and in one gentle thrust, Oliver had slid the head of his cock into Harry’s opening.

Harry gasped loudly, his chest rising quickly from the intake of air. His eyes were wide and blinking quickly as he stared up at Oliver. He started to feel himself fall off of the bench, so he lifted his legs up higher, placing one of them over Oliver’s shoulder. Oliver put a steady hand onto that one leg, and then placed the other onto Harry’s hip. Very carefully, he started to enter Harry.

“How’re you holding up, Harry?”

Harry’s mouth was parted slightly as he breathed in and out evenly. He continued to stare into the handsome face above him. He couldn’t hold it in any longer, and he groaned, but he wasn’t sure if it was from pleasure, or pain. It might have been both. “I’m—I’m just fine.”

“Are you sure, Harry? You want me to stop?”

“No,” Harry gasped. “Please don’t. I want it all.”

“All of it?”

“Yes,” Harry moaned in anticipation. “Every bit of it.”

Oliver smiled. “Then you shall have it all,” and at that, Oliver drove into Harry, all the way.

“OH, Bloody Hell!” Harry’s inner muscles clamped over the base of Oliver’s cock, squeezing it. “Oh, Oliver!”

Oliver Wood trembled. “Damn, Harry… don’t—don’t do that. You’re going to make me come.”

Harry gripped Oliver’s biceps as he tried to steady his heartbeat. When he was finally more relaxed, he nodded up at the Quidditch coach, “O-Okay, I’m ready.”

It started out very slowly. Each thrust was short and quick until Oliver felt Harry’s body responding, loosening every time. The thrusts became longer, and soon, Oliver was pushing all the way in, and then all the way out, without much resistance. He could pull it out until only the tip was at Harry’s entrance, and then plunge it back in to the hilt. Every thrust would touch Harry’s prostate in some way or another, bringing a sharp jolt throughout his entire body. Harry was on the brink of screaming, especially when Oliver hit his Soft Spot at the right angle. He knew he was being loud enough, though, because his voice was starting to give way.

Oliver held onto Harry’s slim hips as tight as he could, feeling Harry sliding from under him. This was something that Oliver had always dreamed about, ever since he had seen Harry catching the Snitch in his last year of Hogwarts; right after Harry performed an advanced magic spell on the so-called Dementers. The team was so happy that they had failed to notice how turned on Wood got by just looking at Harry, drenched in sweat, holding onto the vibrating Golden Snitch. He wanted Harry right then and there, on the Quidditch field, naked and bent over.

Now he was living his dream, and he was fucking the boy of his dreams.

“Oliver,” Harry breathed, getting the older boy’s attention, “Oliver- I’m not going to last… Oliver…”

“Harry,” Wood reached down to wrap his fingers around Harry’s hard length, but he found that Harry had already had his hand there, stroking himself in earnest. Oliver decided to join him, and he did, wrapping his hand around Harry’s, helping him. Oliver sped up his hips, thrusting long and hard, then deep and fast, making sure he hit Harry’s Spot every single time.

“Oliver… Oh, fuck, OLIVER!” Harry screamed, and then his hips jerked up into Wood’s and his hands, spilling out over his stomach as it seeped through their fingers. Harry squeezed Oliver’s length as he came, making Oliver shiver in delight, and then he came deep inside Harry’s body.

Wood sighed in satisfaction, and then leaned down to catch Harry’s mouth with his. Harry kissed back with more passion, thanking Oliver as best he could, with all of his heart.

“Harry…” Oliver sighed. He looked down at Harry, staring at the sated and flushed expression on the younger man’s face. “You were magnificent. Outstanding. Incredible. Unmatched…”

“Thanks, Oliver.” Harry said quickly, interrupting Wood’s jabbering. “You were wonderful, too.” He gave a tired sigh, “But I think I need to go back to the dormitory before anyone wonders why we’re taking so long.”

“You’re right, Harry,” Oliver smiled. “Besides, you look like you could fall asleep right here. And I don’t think you should stay here, like this, with only your protective leather gear on.”

Harry chuckled, “Yeah. It was kind of kinky, in a way, wasn’t it?”

Oliver smiled, “It was. I think I know what to get you for your birthday next year now.” He winked.

Harry shook his head in amusement, laughing nervously. “No kinky presents, please. I don’t want to try explaining things to Ron when he sees them.”

“Okay.” Wood said, sniggering as well. “Leather knickers are out of the question, then.”

Harry shook with laughter, blushing slightly. “Shut up and give me my glasses.”

~TBC~