Quidditch Couple

Harry awoke suddenly, with an exceptionally full bladder. He jumped off of his bunk, his eyes still adjusting to the darkness of the tent, and then realized there was no bathroom in the tent Mr. Weasley had managed to borrow for the Quidditch Cup. He threw on a dressing gown and a jacket, then peered his head out of the tent flap, hoping a bathroom had magically appeared outside the tent in the several hours since the match. But to his surprise, a sign had appeared several yards from the tent, on the edge of the main path. It had a bathroom arrow on it as well as one pointing in the direction of the stadium and several more written in Bulgarian. But Harry ignored these as he turned right and headed towards the direction of the bathrooms.

In the distance, over the shadowy figures of more tents, Harry could see campfire lights igniting the dark sky as well as the sounds of continuing celebrations from the Irish.

After walking several minutes, past tents with occupants snoring at various levels of disruptiveness, Harry came up an obviously magical building that must be the bathrooms. The Ministry must have magicked it there to accommodate the thousands of spectators from the match, because there was no way a building of this magnitude of splendor had been at the campgrounds before. It was a great golden building, with at least three stories. Windows with lush maroon curtains covered most of the outside walls, and the remaining portion had been plated in what looked to be gold.

Harry walked inside the men’s bathroom and was greeted by even more luxury. There was thick carpeting on the ground that led to a magnificent room full of urinals and stalls, looking deserted, thankfully. Harry had not wanted to be spotted outside in his dressing gown, but his urges had forced him to venture out. Harry had figured the bathroom would be empty, as their tent was in an area of primarily Bulgarians, most of which had gone immediately to sleep after their embarrassing defeat. He heard a strange sound from a doorway beyond, unable to see anything but fog through the narrow portal.

Harry groaned out loud as he realized the sound he heard was water slapping against tile, meaning that there must be adjoining showers in this bathroom. But the sound of cascading water meant that there must be someone in there, and that he might risk the possibility of getting embarrassed in his dressing gown.

After a moment’s indecision, he walked to a urinal and began to let loose, relieving the feeling that had previously been close to explosion. He looked over his shoulder as he whizzed, expecting to just see the foggy steam blocking the doorway again. But this time, the steam had parted just enough to see the person showering within.

Even from just seeing the back of his head, Harry knew who it was. Cedric Diggory. After losing his first Quidditch match last year against him, Harry had been captivated by the older boy. At first, it had been anger at the fact that he had lost, but quickly changed. At 14, Harry had never had a sexual experience with anyone, and began to feel a strange fluttering in his stomach whenever he was near Cedric. Being so inexperienced then, he hadn’t realized what it meant. But all these months later, at the Quidditch Cup, Harry knew what these feelings were.

He wanted Cedric Diggory.

Quickly finished his piss, Harry zipped up and retreated to the doorway to the showers, watching his Quidditch rival shower through the fog. But the thick fog was hardly giving him a clear view. Harry knew he had to get closer. He went to enter the showers, but then realized that he would not be hidden from that point and plus, he had no reason to be in the showers to begin with.

Suddenly, it clicked in Harry’s mind. He had to take a shower. This would give him an excuse to be in the showers and give him the vantage point he wanted.

Harry quickly pulled off his clothes and set them in a corner as he stepped into the showers, greeted by the warm breath of steam on his naked form. Before Cedric saw him, Harry unconsciously rubbed his cock, hoping it wouldn’t spring to attention in front of Cedric. He was incredibly horny but just wanted the mental image of naked Cedric to take back home and masturbate to. Quickly looking down at his growing manhood, Harry saw to his horror it was beginning to grow.

The pink head was slowly starting to emerge from its sheath, amid a short clump of black pubic hair that grew in a tangle around the base of his dick. His balls hung just below his shaft, dangling between his legs that were predominantly hairless at his age, but still coated in a small amount of hair.

He inspected Cedric’s muscular ass and back as he stood, undetected, behind him. Thick brown hair laced up his ass crack, stopping below the small of his back and spreading out ever so slightly over his muscular cheeks. His meaty thighs, even from behind, were covered in wet hair, giving him the look of a Greek god that had just gotten out of the ocean.

Harry had just managed to get his penis under control when Cedric noticed him standing behind him.

“Oh, hey Harry.” Cedric said with surprise. “I didn’t think anyone would be here this late.”

“’Lo Cedric. Me neither.” Harry lied, with a small smile, as he stepped under the blasting showerhead next to Cedric. Cedric had turned every shower head in the room on when he entered, which was the reason for the thick blanket of steam that coated the room.

“My father is on duty for the Ministry right now,” Cedric explained, as he lathered his body.

“That’s cool.” Harry said blankly. “I just left my tent for a quick loo. And a shower too,” he added as an afterthought.

"Awesome match, wasn't it?"

Harry nodded in agreement. “I’m glad we won. But Krum was amazing, though,” he said, trying to sneak a glance at Cedric as he washed his hair.

He moved a little closer to the wall as Cedric began a spirited response, and managed to see a slightly hairy chest with liberal soap suds entwined. Cedric’s dusky nipples were surrounded by sparse dark hairs, with several more coating his chest. But most of his chest hair lay on his toned, muscular stomach, from his bellybutton to below, coating his abs in wet hair. Harry noticed as Cedric entwined his fingers in the hairs as he washed the soap off. Harry followed the suds as they washed down the other boy’s body. His eyes lingered on Cedric’s crotch.

Cedric had a thick bush of curly brown hair that looked untrimmed surrounding his cock. He was cut, his rosy head lying limp between his muscular thighs, jutting out slightly due to the volume of his balls hidden beneath. His dick itself was much thicker than Harry’s and even not hard, Harry figured it was longer.

Harry came back to earth just to hear the end of Cedric’s reply, “Hopefully we can fly like that this year at school, I mean he really is an excellent Seeker.”

“Oh, definitely! I mean the Wronski Feint? That was incredible!” Harry said convincingly, entering back into the conversation, despite a quizzical look from Cedric that had Harry convinced he had seem him checking him out. Harry kept his eyes downcast, expecting Cedric to stop talking and hurriedly excuse himself. But he looked up after about a minute of silence and Cedric was still standing next to him, as though nothing had happened.

Harry reached over to get the shampoo from the shelf on Cedric’s other side but Cedric stopped him.

"Let me." Cedric said, reaching it first and putting a large amount into his hand.

Blushing profusely, Harry put out a hand, expecting Cedric to plop the shampoo into his palm so he could shampoo. But Cedric brushed away the offending hand and brought the shampoo to Harry’s scalp himself as he began to massage the gel in. Harry’s eyes rolled into his head and he could hardly believe his luck as Cedric’s rubbing began to produce suds all over his head.

Nearly moaning as Cedric's hands brushed over one of his ears, Harry leaned back into the jet of hot water and allowed his hair to be rinsed. But as he leaned, his entire back came in contact with Cedric and he felt a poking muscle at his lower back. This immediately made Harry hard, as he turned to face Cedric.

Cedric looked down at Harry with a smirk. “I figured as much. I saw you looking at me.”

Harry looked down at Cedric as well and gasped. His cock was so much different from before. The head was swollen and purple as the shaft had inflated and pushed outwards to the showers. Veins were popping out of the thick tool that looked to be at least 8 inches long, maybe longer.

Grinning, Cedric reached out and stroked the younger boy’s chest and moved in for a kiss.

Pushing him up against the tiled wall, Harry complied.

The passionate kiss soon turned into a struggle, which ended with both boys on the slick floor, hands and legs tangled up in one another. Harry reached out with his tongue, battling with Cedric’s as he experience his first, passionate kiss. Harry moaned with pleasure at the feeling of his erection rubbing against Cedric’s, as Cedric took advantage of his open neck to move his kisses down Harry’s jawbone. Cedric lightly bit Harry’s next and the raven-haired boy arched his back in pleasure.

Moaning, Cedric moved down Harry’s chest as his hands roamed the rest of his body. Cedric stuck his tongue out and flicked Harry’s small brown nipple. With one hand, Cedric massaged Harry’s straining manhood, flicking the head with his fingers and his palm caressed the shaft. Harry groaned at the sensation, the first touching he had ever received besides himself. Then, Cedric surprised Harry by ducking below his waist and sucking in the head of his manhood and repeatedly licking at the slit with his tongue.

It had been so unexpected, the sudden warmth and suction, that Harry nearly came on the spot.

But he was glad he hadn't when the other boy began doing things with his tongue that Harry had never imagined possible.

Caressing the Harry's balls in his hand, Cedric smiled around his mouthfull and began to hum gently, causing the other boy to moan so loudly it resounded off the walls.

But then it stopped. Oh so suddenly.

Whimpering at the loss, Harry opened his eyes to see the older boy climbing his way up his body. Once Cedric reached Harry’s face, they shared another passionate kiss that led to a fiery embrace, the two boys pressed as close together as possible on the warm, wet floor of the showers, both still as hard as rocks.

“Let. Me. Try. That,” Harry said between kisses on Cedric’s hot lips.
Harry kisses his way down Cedric’s jawbone, his inexperience showing, but making up with it with enthusiasm. He gnawed his way down Cedric’s meaty chest as the boy above him moaned in pleasure. Harry spent special attention on Cedric’s abs, loving the feeling of taut muscle under smooth skin.

Once he reached Cedric’s throbbing member, he stuck his tongue out and licked off a drop of precum collected on the tip. Then, without warning, he shoved the entire length in his mouth, inhaling Cedric’s musk deeply once he reached the hair at the bottom. Managing to glance up at Cedric’s face, Harry just saw his eyes rolled back in his head and his hands massaged Harry’s still-wet head. Harry continued to blow the brown-haired boy until he finally heard Cedric whisper urgently:

“H- Har- Harry! I- I’m coming!”

Wanting to see this through, Harry clamped his suction down even harder in response. Cedric continued to moan out loud until he finally let out his deepest one yet. With that, Harry felt his mouth fill with a wet, salty substance as he almost choked. Harry pulled off of Cedric’s dick with cum dribbling out of the corner of his mouth, while Cedric’s penis pumped out several more gobs of cum across his muscular stomach.

“Oh, Harry,” Cedric said softly as he pulled Harry towards him. “That was excellent.”

Harry smiled in response, swallowing most of the cum still in his mouth. With that, Cedric kissed Harry deeply, sweeping his mouth with his tongue, reclaiming some of his spilt cum.

Harry moved a hand down to his own cock, still throbbing and hard, but Cedric stopped him.

“Let me get that.” He said for the second time that night.

"No Ced. Fuck me," he whispered his voice deep with want and pent up passion.

Cedric was only to happy to comply.

Laying the younger boy on his back, and hooking Harry's knees over his shoulders, Cedric smiled and trailed his finger down Harry's stomach and around, resting it at the ass.

Pausing, as If to ask permission, Cedric smiled warmly.

Then he slowly plunged one shower slicked finger into Harry and shivered at the noises he elicited from the other boy. Harry moaned almost indecently, spreading his limbs out across the warm tiles, opening himself to Cedric.

Each finger was followed by another, two then three, until Cedric was satisfied with the size of the opening.

Stroking himself gently back to hardness, Cedric pressed the head against the other boy’s entrance and pushed.

As soon as he entered, Cedric roughly grabbed Harry’s cock and began to pinch and flick the delicate organ.

Calling out, Harry pushed back against the other boy, pleasure contorting his reddened face as Cedric began to thrust.

Building up a steady rhythm, thrusting hard and fast in time with his strokes, Cedric threw his head back and leaned over, smothering Harry is warm kisses. He moved indiscriminately across Harry, kissing any skin he could reach.

Harry looked down at Cedric, only seeing a damp head covered in thick brown hair licking his check while pounding his ass and stroking his cock.

Harry moaned as he released all across his stomach and all over Cedric’s hand. Cedric bent double to lick the fresh cum off Harry’s smooth stomach, as Harry clenched his body in pleasure. This extra pressure on Cedric’s cock caused his second eruption of the night as he emptied into Harry’s spent opening.

Cedric pulled out of Harry and crawled up next to him. Together they lay there, still being sprayed by the warm water pouring from the shower heads.

“That was ‘mazing Harry” Cedric said as he kissed Harry’s head.

“Thanks Ced” Harry said, his old blush returning, as he idly traced Cedric’s six-pack stomach.

Together they lay for several more minutes until screams reached the showers from outside. Harry and Cedric exchanged dark looks, hurriedly dried off using the same towel (Harry hadn’t brought one), got dressed, and ran outside.

“Blimey…” Was all Cedric could come up with when greeted with the scene outside.

Tents lay burning across the ground and in the distance, they could faintly see several small figures floating in the air. Screams still wrought the dark night air around them.

“Oh no! The Weasleys!” Harry said in shock. “They don’t know that I’ve left!”

He turned, planted a quick kiss on Cedric’s mouth and looked him the eyes.

“Thanks. I’ll see you at Hogwarts.”

And with that, Harry ran off amid the destruction and terror, leaving Cedric quite alone outside the bathroom building.

A/N: I didn’t even intend to write something like this. But it’s purpose is to serve as an opener. I want to write a Harry/Cedric/Viktor story set during the events of the cup. So there would be several stories/chapters. But I needed this to set the stage. Please review and let me know what you think. If you have any suggestions for this or the upcoming threesome pairing, please let me know!