Tunnel Vision

This rather pathetic fic is dedicated to squaredancer once again. She’s sick and I was bored so I wrote it. Its un-beta-ed (how do you like that rather interesting word?) and its my first slash fic in the history of ever, so take pity on my abysmal job.

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tunnel vision
n.
1. Vision in which the visual field is severely constricted, as from within a tunnel looking out.
2. An extremely narrow point of view; narrow-mindedness.


Red. Oliver was livid and all he could see was red and gold and rain and dirt and red.

He’d stayed calm after Harry’s fall; well, as calm as he could be watching his dreams fall to the pitch at top speed. That prat Cedric hadn’t noticed and had caught the snitch, sealing the win before anyone could pause the game. His handsome face, grinning from ear to ear at his marvellous catch, not even seeing the commotion below would haunt Oliver for weeks to come.

The Gryffindor team dropped their things in their locker room and quickly went up to the hospital wing to check up on Harry. Oliver had tried to offer some encouraging words—tried to hold it together for them—but he’d failed dismally. They’d all been able to read his disappointment as though it was scrawled across his forehead in fluorescent ink. Even as McGonagall stopped by with the remains of Harry’s beloved Nimbus 2000, he still couldn’t believe that ignorant arse had spoiled it all for them. He set the remnants of the broom on one of the changing benches and angrily threw his wet jersey across the room. Hitting a locker, it left a streak of water as it slid to the floor and puddle. The water was still running from his tangled hair into his eyes, and he looked around the room for something else to slam.

There he was. His eyes stopped on the doorway. Warily, Cedric had pulled the scarlet curtains aside and was inching into the room as though it was against his better judgement to do so.

Red and yellow and gold. Pulling off his muddy cleat, Oliver hurled it at Cedric’s face.

“What the fuck do you want?”

He flinched, ducking just in time to avoid contact. His charming smile and the twinkling look so often seen in his eyes was replaced with concern.

“I’ve come to apologize, Wood,” he stammered, looking rather unsure of himself. “I had no idea there were dementors on the pitch, and I didn’t see Harry’s reaction to them until it was too late.”

“Maybe you should pull your head out of your arse next time! How the fuck do you miss seeing another player fall over forty meters from his broom in the middle of a match?”

“Tunnel vision!” he protested weakly, stepping a bit closer. A small pool of water was forming at his feet, and he shivered a bit from the combination of chilly air and soaked clothing. “Look, Wood, if I could take it back you know I would.”

“No I bloody don’t!” Oliver spat, jumping up. His socks and shoes discarded, he strode towards Cedric in nothing but his uniform trousers. They were plastered to his thighs, pissing him off even further. Not only had they lost, but he was soaking wet and his trousers were riding up.

Red. All he could see was Gryffindor red when he struck Hufflepuff gold with all his might. The punch cracked his knuckles as it connected with Diggory’s jaw, and he knew he’d have a bruise tomorrow, but he didn’t care.

Cedric didn’t fight back. His body slammed against the metal lockers, and he gasped in surprise from the blow, but he didn’t try to retaliate. Instead, he ran a finger over the small cut that now adorned his jaw line, smearing the bit of blood that was beginning to form. His lip was even sort of swollen, and Oliver was mesmerized as he watched one burgundy drop splash onto his yellow robes.

Red and yellow and water and blood.

Stepping a bit closer until their chins were just centimetres apart, Oliver felt an urge to lick the wound he’d created. His tongue darted out a bit, tracing his own lips as he imagined what it’d be like to run them over Cedric’s plump and parted ones. He felt his breath come quicker, and it was as though all of a sudden, his arms had taken on a life of their own. They gripped Diggory’s wide shoulders, pinning him to the wall, and the younger boy gasped again.

Oliver’s head met Cedric’s with full force, his errant tongue forcing its way through and tangling with the other boy’s. He pressed his almost naked body against Cedric’s, moaning into his mouth as he felt the chilly, wet fabric of Cedric’s uniform rub against his nipples. His stomach muscles clenched, and he moved his hands down confidently to Diggory’s waistband. Pausing just a moment, his palm dove in and grabbed a hold of Cedric’s erect cock.

He broke from the kiss and laughed a bit at Cedric’s flushed cheeks. “You didn’t only come to apologize, did you,” he murmured. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand out from between Cedric’s thighs and was pleased to see the disappointment in his eyes.

“Don’t you want to feel me?” he suggested, although from the fabric jutting out at Oliver’s crotch, only an idiot would miss his desire.

Cedric plunged both hands into his trousers, and their warmth on Oliver’s cold body almost pushed him over the edge. They were still at first, holding his length in their soft skin, and then Cedric moved his left hand to cup Oliver’s balls. He massaged them slowly while moving his right palm up and down his cock in time.

No matter how many times he wanked, Oliver couldn’t believe how much better it was when someone else was doing it. He’d already been painfully aroused, and it wasn’t long before Oliver felt himself cum in his trousers. He fell against Cedric as he kept pulling and touching and feeling until nothing was left. Oliver was keenly aware that the Hufflepuff boy was still in full gear from the match. Unclasping his robe, he pulled it from Cedric’s shoulders and revealed his naked torso. A drop of blood fell, red, and ran down his chest. Ducking a bit, Oliver ran his tongue over the smooth skin, licking up the liquid and ending at his taut nipple.

Moaning above him, Cedric braced his body against the metal of the lockers. Oliver knelt and quickly pulled down his trousers, exposing Diggory’s rather attentive cock. He fondled it for a moment, tracing paths from base to tip and enjoying every minute Cedric squirmed. Parting his lips for its rather long entrant, he let Diggory’s cock slide until he’d taken it all in. His throat muscles constricted a bit, causing Cedric to moan even louder. Oliver moved up and down his length, letting Cedric fuck his mouth. He felt the Hufflepuff’s fingers tangled in his hair, felt his hips buck wildly to meet his lips. His own erection returning, Oliver reached up and cupped Cedric’s balls with one hand, and snaked another behind him. He slid his index finger into his anus, and at that bit of friction Diggory spilled his hot seed down Oliver’s throat. Wood swallowed it all, watching the eyes of the younger boy as his orgasms rolled to a stop and his eyes fluttered open in ecstasy.

Sliding Cedric’s now limp cock from his mouth, he pushed the naked boy to the ground. The cold tile made Cedric’s rather warm skin raise in goosebumps all over, and he lay on his back to watch Oliver drop his own trousers.

The last bit of red removed, Oliver stood triumphant. His cock sprung proudly out from its restriction, and Cedric laughed.

“You’re already hard again?”

“You’re not?” Oliver growled, watching his opponents cock twitch at the sight of Oliver’s naked form standing over him.

He straddled Cedric, capturing his lips in another searching kiss. Their hands ran over each others well toned bodies, exploring each other. Suddenly, Oliver knelt and flipped Cedric on all fours. He leaned to his locker, grabbing a small bottle of lube from his spare clothes bag.

Moaning, Cedric watched Oliver drip the coating over his shaft. He rubbed it along his hard length, making sure it was ready. He then dripped a few droplets on his fingers, sliding them slowly into Cedric’s cavity. He felt the muscles constrict, head his name panting from Diggory’s lips, and he could wait no longer. Placing his eager cock at the entrance, he slid in smoothly. It was deliciously tight, and he controlled himself from coming on the spot. He felt his hands reach around to grasp Diggory’s shaft. Still slick from the lube, he moved them in time with his thrusts. The slap of his flesh against Cedric’s echoed in the empty room; their pants and moans and gasps from the sensations urged each to hold on for as long as possible, to keep the moment alive and in motion.

“Damnit, Diggory,” he groaned, gasping. “I can’t…” His pelvis slapped harder, and he felt his orgasm spilling into Cedric. Oliver felt Cedric’s cock spasming in his palm as well. He pulled his cock out from Diggory, flipping him over once again. The last bit of his cum squirted out across Cedric’s naked chest, and Oliver bent down to lick up Cedric’s cum from his emptying cock. Finished, they both collapsed on the cold tile floor, limbs thrown haphazardly over one another’s body as they lay close for warmth.

The time drifted by, and Oliver felt his focus return. He could see their red and yellow clothes piled together around the room, but the anger that had plagued him before was thankfully gone. Against his will, he pushed himself up and grabbed his spare clothes from the locker.

“Leaving already?” Cedric murmured, curling up a bit from the loss of Oliver’s body heat.

Grinning, Oliver tossed a spare shirt and set of trousers to him.

“You’re going to have to leave too, you know. I can’t leave a Hufflepuff alone in the Gryffindor area.”

They both dressed, satiated from their tumble.

“You might want to get Madame Pomfrey to look at your chin and lip,” Oliver motioned. A scab had already begun to form, but it was quite puffy and turning a bit blue.

“Battle scars are impressive,” Cedric grinned, picking up his gear from across the room. “I’ll tell my fellow housemates that you released a Bludger on me after the match in your anger.”

“I wasn’t that angry,” he tried to protest, but failed. “I suppose I just had tunnel vision. Like you, I guess.”

They both stopped at the curtain, preparing to step out and go their separate ways—Diggory to the Hufflepuff lockers, and Wood to meet up with his teammates in the hospital wing. Wood resisted the urge to repeat their actions, and instead pulled the cloth back for Diggory.

“So I guess that’s the excuse you’ll give to Potter for me?” he smiled hopefully, his handsome countenance and demeanour returning to its usual form.

Laughing, Oliver started to run back to the school through the sheets of rain that were still coming down. He called back, not sure if the boy could hear him.

“I suppose that’s an acceptable excuse.” Clutching the remains of the Nimbus a bit closer, he hurried inside to the warmth that awaited him.