Smoke & Mirrors: Oliver Wood And Percy Weasley
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Smoke & Mirrors: Oliver Wood And Percy Weasley
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A/N: Smoke & Mirrors is a series of unadulterated smut based on various combinations of Harry Potter characters. If you are affended by sexual scenes of any kind, please don\'t continue to read.
Smoke & Mirrors: Oliver Wood And Percy Weasley
Oliver Wood was interested in only one thing; Quidditch. Everybody knew it, and there didn\'t seem to be anyway to change it. This was fine for most of the student body at Hogwarts, but for Oliver\'s dorm mate, Percy Weasley, it was torture.
For three years, Percy had tried everything to get the Gryffindor keeper to notice him, and every attempt had failed. It wasn\'t as if he hadn\'t tried getting over the crush; it was just awfully hard to do when your dreams were almost always steamy sex scenes involving the blok in the next bed.
Percy awoke the following day sporting wood so hard it was almost painful.
\'That\'s it; I can\'t take it anymore.\' Percy thought.
\'I\'ll tell him today!\'
After listening to see if anyone else was up yet, Percy rushed to the shower. As the cold water poured over his arousal, Percy felt himself relaxing.
\'Soon. I\'ll tell him soon.\'
As the day went on, Percy came up with a plan; it was something he hadn\'t tried before. Percy would show up at the end of Quidditch practice, and ask Oliver if he wanted to play a friendly game, claiming he needed the practice. Oliver couldn\'t resist.
As the Quidditch practise was coming to an end, Percy came walking onto the pitch carrying a broom. The Gryffindor team had assembled at the center and were quickly recapping the day\'s practise. The team broke up and started for the change rooms and Percy called Oliver over to the side.
Percy had barely asked Oliver if he wanted to play, let alone explained why, when Oliver agreed with too much enthusiasim for someone who\'d just finished practice.
They mounted their brooms; Percy clutching the quaffle and Oliver heading for the goal. Percy set his broom into motion and headed for the goal. He moved around, trying to distract Oliver before sending a quaffle sailing towards the center goal. Oliver blocked it and Percy swooped to grab the quaffle before it could reach the ground.
Percy knew he needed to keep Oliver occupied long enough for the rest of the Gryffindor team to get out of the showers and back up to the castle. He flew back up and around the goal posts, swerving and diving, thoroughly enjoying being on a broom again. He took another shot and this time Oliver dived to the right, catching the quaffle before hurling it back to him. They went on like this for a while, and Percy began to think less about the reason they were playing and more about just having fun; something he hadn\'t done in quite some time.
When it became too dark to see, the boys landed on the pitch. Both were red faced and tired. Without speaking, the two set off towards the change rooms. Once inside, Percy had a moment\'s panic, knowing that in moments they\'d step into the showers.
The Quidditch locker rooms were done up in the house colors, each displaying the house crest on the door. The Gryffindor locker room was red with a six inch gold boarder. There were seven wooden cubbies and a small office for the captain. A small passageway led to the showers. The small room done in red and gold tiles had eight shower heads, four on each side, and a bench just inside the doorway.
Oliver stripped off his scarlet robes, removed the pants and t-shirt that he wore underneath, and finally stepped out of his boxers. For a minute Percy just stared at Oliver’s backside. His short brown hair, his broad shoulders and toned arms, a nicely tapered waist, a firm butt and nice long legs. When Oliver tied a towel around his waist and turned to head for the shower area, he noticed that Percy hadn\'t moved.
\"What\'s the matter?\"
\"What? Nothing.\" Percy said as he ripped his shirt off and stepped out of his boxers and pants as quickly as he could. He grabbed a towel of his own and they started for the promise of warm water.
Percy stopped at the bench to remove his towel when a thought hit him. How would he explain his erection to Oliver? And boy did he have one; the man of his dreams was going to shower with him.
With his back to Oliver, Percy heard him turn on two showers. When Percy looked over his shoulder, he saw Oliver duck under the spray of the farthest one. Percy dropped the towel and quickly made his way to his shower, hoping the water would somehow hide him.
The water flowing over his own body did a lot to relieve the pressure, until Percy caught a glance of the water sluicing over Oliver\'s washboard stomach and impressive package which, now that Percy was looking at it, was standing at attention.
\"Perc?\" Oliver asked and Percy\'s gaze snapped back up and away.
\"Yes?\" He squeaked.
\"Could you pass me the soap?\"
\"Oh sure.\" Percy said, reaching for the soap.
Percy turned to hand it to Oliver, only to find him very close by. And when Oliver\'s leg casually brushed Percy\'s wood, Percy jumped back as if burned. Oliver gave him a once over before turning back to his shower. They went on in silence for a while; each lost in their own thoughts, until Oliver again broke the silence, this time asking Percy if he wouldn\'t mind soaping his back.
Percy only nodded, then took the soap from Oliver\'s hands and lathered his own. Then he went to work washing and massaging Oliver\'s back and shoulders. He got a bit carried away and probably would have gone on doing it forever if Oliver hadn\'t spoken up, saying it was his turn.
Oliver walked behind Percy and started to lavish the same kind of treatment on the Prefect. Somewhere along the way - and Percy wasn\'t sure where - Oliver had moved closer and Percy could feel the still stiffness of Oliver pressed into him. Percy bit down on his bottom lip, hoping Oliver would be done soon and praying that he wouldn\'t.
Finally it got to be too much and Percy gasped causing Oliver to move a bit. Behind him, Oliver gave a small chuckle and turned Percy around to ask,
\"A bit too much for you, Perc?\"
Oliver glanced down at Percy\'s erection and slowly reached out a hand, intent on stroking him. The second Oliver\'s rough hand met Percy\'s soft shaft, Percy emitted a moan of approval. That was all the encouragement Oliver needed. He stepped close and gently stroked, all the while asking if that was how he liked it and changing it if he didn\'t.
Percy had a hard time getting words out, but he managed a strangled,
\"What are you doing?\"
To which Oliver laughed and answered,
\"How long have you been fantasizing about me, Perc? Because I\'ve had a crush on you since our first year. And now that I\'ve got you, you\'re not getting away.\"
Percy stared, his mouth hanging open. \'Since our first year? But that\'s five years!\'
\"Wh-why didn\'t you tell me?\" Percy sputtered, Oliver was still stroking him.
\"I was never sure that you liked me. That is, until I saw this beautiful erection and I was the only one around you.\"
The two moved back under the water where Oliver snaked a hand around Percy\'s neck, dragging their mouths together. It was a first for both of them, but they took to it immediately. The feel of tongues meeting and teasing, of darting back and forth from one mouth to the other, of the pressure building was intoxicating. Soon they were both breathing hard and their hands were everywhere.
Percy felt his way down Oliver\'s shoulders, across his chest - quickly flicking a finger over each hard nipple - and over his washboard abs before grazing his penis and massaging the insides of his thighs. On his way back up, Percy gave a little lick to Oliver\'s head before kissing his stomach, chest and lips.
Oliver took his turn to explore, but caught Percy by surprise when he first licked him and then took his full length into his mouth. Percy shuttered as Oliver\'s mouth closed around him and gave a quick suck.
\"Oh God, Oli! I want you inside me!\" Before Percy could stop himself, the words tumbled out.
He could feel Oliver smile against his shaft, tried to stifle a moan as he dragged his teeth lightly, and groaned when Oliver answered him.
\"I know, love, but we can\'t, we\'re not prepared. But don\'t worry, I\'ll relieve this pressure - Oliver licked him again - and we can talk when we get back to the dorm.\"
Oliver started with some teasing licks, nipping him lightly from time to time. This escalated to slow sucking, which sent wave after wave of ecstasy through Percy. Finally, when Percy thought he couldn\'t take it anymore, Oliver started to take the matter seriously. His hands roamed everywhere they could reach, while his mouth devoured his length, sucking harder and harder until Percy felt himself balancing on the edge.
\"Oli, I\'m coming!\" He screamed, expecting Oliver to back off.
But Oliver didn\'t move. He kept sucking and touching until Percy felt himself falling, climaxing like he never had before, and knowing that Oliver had swallowed every bit. Percy collapsed against the wall, smiling down at Oliver, who in turn was smiling up.
Once they\'d regained their breath, they finished showering and quickly got dressed. They shared a searing kiss before they headed up to the castle and to their dorm where they could be alone.