Freedom To Enjoy: Part 3
Title: Freedom to Enjoy
Chapter Title: Compensation
Author: Bizarity
Pairing: Seamus/Oliver
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,111
Summary: Oliver's having a little trouble at Puddlemere United. He decides to change the way he lives and go after something he's always wanted.
Warnings: None
Notes: For themadedevil for making me write my first multi-part fic.
The image of Seamus with a lanky blond fan wrapped around him was one Oliver couldn't get out of his head. Somehow, it was alright that Harry had adoring fans because he was the best Quidditch player Oliver had ever met and he'd saved the wizarding world from destruction. But Seamus, Mallory, Fields and the rest of them? Oliver didn't see what they had that he didn't. Sure, Seamus was entirely too attractive for his own, or Oliver's, good. But Fields looked like he'd been painfully stretched out and wasn't even a particularly good player. So, why did Fields get so much more out of the game than he did? Oliver didn't care about the money or the girls but he wanted some of that recognition. He wanted little kids in the street to ask for his autograph and tell him he'd made them want to be a keeper. Perhaps that was the problem; no one really ever wanted to be a keeper. Except for Oliver.
Now that Harry was on the team Oliver couldn't get through a practice without some reminder of all that he was missing out on. Alan Sheedy, the assistant, would stagger past under a sack of fan mail or some giggling girls would break into the stadium to watch Harry. Although most of the attention was focused on Harry the rest of the team still got an equal share. Mallory got crayon scribbles that were apparently supposed to be of him holding the Quidditch World Cup trophy which was fair enough as he was captain. But Seamus had mail stuffed with girls' under-things and he'd only played one public match! Harry had made the team famous overnight but not all the fans had chosen to favour him. The grating thing was that none of them seemed to have chosen Oliver. At first, Oliver had just felt sorry for himself but after an intensive shooting practice during which he'd saved every single goal his feelings started to change. While the hot water of the shower relaxed his tense muscles Oliver started to wind himself up. None of the other players had been at this team as long as he had. None of them had given up as much of their lives to serve the team as he had. Why were they recognized and adored?
"Alright, Oliver?" Seamus stepped into the shower stall next to him. Oliver averted his eyes in time to avoid seeing a very naked Seamus. But the thought of naked Seamus remained in his head. This was what he had to give up in order to do what was best for the team. Slowly, Oliver opened his eyes. There was obviously no point making sacrifices for the good of the team if no one was ever going to appreciate him for it. He turned his head to face Seamus's back and let himself take in the figure of his team mate. The hair was shades of gold clinging and dripping. The shoulders invited Oliver to run his hands over the curves. Oliver couldn't believe he was letting his eyes slip lower and lower. As the water cooled down Oliver's self-control started to return. He tore his eyes away from Seamus before he could get caught staring. He let himself settle back into his usual routine of getting dressed.
He couldn't exert quite the same degree of control over his thoughts. If he wasn't going to get any recognition for all that he gave to Puddlemere then it made more sense to get on with his own life and forget about the life of the team. He should go for what was best for him, what he wanted. What he wanted was currently still naked in the showers. He'd been training himself for so long not to think of Seamus that way that he couldn't let go. He couldn't let himself think of what he could do, might want to do. Well, they were going to the pub tonight. Maybe if he got drunk enough he'd be able to think without all these inhibitions. That was what drink was supposed to be for, after all, and Oliver had never really allowed himself to take advantage of that.
A few of his team mates raised their eyebrows when Oliver ordered a firewhisky instead of his usual beer. It was strong stuff; he could tell from the burning feeling it left in his throat. By the time Seamus arrived Oliver was on his second and could only think that Seamus had chosen to stay naked for a very long time. Still, his mind wouldn't quite allow his body to react in the normal way to that thought and so Oliver ordered himself another. When he ordered his fourth he was pretty sure Fields made some cocky remark but by then he was feeling a little too blurry to understand it properly. What he could understand was that Seamus's leg was pressing against his own and that it felt good. So, when another lanky school-boy came to try and wind himself around Seamus Oliver pushed him away. He tried to wind himself around Seamus's neck but didn't seem to move from his seat.
The evening slipped away and Oliver still couldn't seem to get his body and his brain to communicate properly but he did push another three fans away from Seamus and he managed to order a few more drinks. When it finally came time to go home Oliver found he couldn't quite walk straight and was intensely happy to find that Seamus offered to help by winding an arm around his waist. They were the last two to make it out of the doors and Oliver stumbled, sending him and Seamus into the wall. Oliver's body suddenly jumped to obey orders and he smashed his lips into Seamus's face, missing his lips by several inches. The next time was more successful; Oliver found Seamus's open mouth and pushed his tongue into it. Oliver thought he was enjoying it, particularly Seamus's hands pushing hard into his chest. Until he realised those hands were pushing him away and Seamus's mouth had been open to tell him to get off.
"But why?" Oliver had lost all control and the only thing keeping him from pressing Seamus into the wall was Seamus's strength.
"Because you're drunk," said Seamus. "And I'm sober enough to stop you from doing this." Oliver felt a tugging on his wrist and eventually figured out that Seamus was dragging him towards the floo. Holding him upright Seamus took him home, letting him collapse onto his neatly made bed.
"Seamus..." But he was gone.
Chapter Title: Compensation
Author: Bizarity
Pairing: Seamus/Oliver
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,111
Summary: Oliver's having a little trouble at Puddlemere United. He decides to change the way he lives and go after something he's always wanted.
Warnings: None
Notes: For themadedevil for making me write my first multi-part fic.
The image of Seamus with a lanky blond fan wrapped around him was one Oliver couldn't get out of his head. Somehow, it was alright that Harry had adoring fans because he was the best Quidditch player Oliver had ever met and he'd saved the wizarding world from destruction. But Seamus, Mallory, Fields and the rest of them? Oliver didn't see what they had that he didn't. Sure, Seamus was entirely too attractive for his own, or Oliver's, good. But Fields looked like he'd been painfully stretched out and wasn't even a particularly good player. So, why did Fields get so much more out of the game than he did? Oliver didn't care about the money or the girls but he wanted some of that recognition. He wanted little kids in the street to ask for his autograph and tell him he'd made them want to be a keeper. Perhaps that was the problem; no one really ever wanted to be a keeper. Except for Oliver.
Now that Harry was on the team Oliver couldn't get through a practice without some reminder of all that he was missing out on. Alan Sheedy, the assistant, would stagger past under a sack of fan mail or some giggling girls would break into the stadium to watch Harry. Although most of the attention was focused on Harry the rest of the team still got an equal share. Mallory got crayon scribbles that were apparently supposed to be of him holding the Quidditch World Cup trophy which was fair enough as he was captain. But Seamus had mail stuffed with girls' under-things and he'd only played one public match! Harry had made the team famous overnight but not all the fans had chosen to favour him. The grating thing was that none of them seemed to have chosen Oliver. At first, Oliver had just felt sorry for himself but after an intensive shooting practice during which he'd saved every single goal his feelings started to change. While the hot water of the shower relaxed his tense muscles Oliver started to wind himself up. None of the other players had been at this team as long as he had. None of them had given up as much of their lives to serve the team as he had. Why were they recognized and adored?
"Alright, Oliver?" Seamus stepped into the shower stall next to him. Oliver averted his eyes in time to avoid seeing a very naked Seamus. But the thought of naked Seamus remained in his head. This was what he had to give up in order to do what was best for the team. Slowly, Oliver opened his eyes. There was obviously no point making sacrifices for the good of the team if no one was ever going to appreciate him for it. He turned his head to face Seamus's back and let himself take in the figure of his team mate. The hair was shades of gold clinging and dripping. The shoulders invited Oliver to run his hands over the curves. Oliver couldn't believe he was letting his eyes slip lower and lower. As the water cooled down Oliver's self-control started to return. He tore his eyes away from Seamus before he could get caught staring. He let himself settle back into his usual routine of getting dressed.
He couldn't exert quite the same degree of control over his thoughts. If he wasn't going to get any recognition for all that he gave to Puddlemere then it made more sense to get on with his own life and forget about the life of the team. He should go for what was best for him, what he wanted. What he wanted was currently still naked in the showers. He'd been training himself for so long not to think of Seamus that way that he couldn't let go. He couldn't let himself think of what he could do, might want to do. Well, they were going to the pub tonight. Maybe if he got drunk enough he'd be able to think without all these inhibitions. That was what drink was supposed to be for, after all, and Oliver had never really allowed himself to take advantage of that.
A few of his team mates raised their eyebrows when Oliver ordered a firewhisky instead of his usual beer. It was strong stuff; he could tell from the burning feeling it left in his throat. By the time Seamus arrived Oliver was on his second and could only think that Seamus had chosen to stay naked for a very long time. Still, his mind wouldn't quite allow his body to react in the normal way to that thought and so Oliver ordered himself another. When he ordered his fourth he was pretty sure Fields made some cocky remark but by then he was feeling a little too blurry to understand it properly. What he could understand was that Seamus's leg was pressing against his own and that it felt good. So, when another lanky school-boy came to try and wind himself around Seamus Oliver pushed him away. He tried to wind himself around Seamus's neck but didn't seem to move from his seat.
The evening slipped away and Oliver still couldn't seem to get his body and his brain to communicate properly but he did push another three fans away from Seamus and he managed to order a few more drinks. When it finally came time to go home Oliver found he couldn't quite walk straight and was intensely happy to find that Seamus offered to help by winding an arm around his waist. They were the last two to make it out of the doors and Oliver stumbled, sending him and Seamus into the wall. Oliver's body suddenly jumped to obey orders and he smashed his lips into Seamus's face, missing his lips by several inches. The next time was more successful; Oliver found Seamus's open mouth and pushed his tongue into it. Oliver thought he was enjoying it, particularly Seamus's hands pushing hard into his chest. Until he realised those hands were pushing him away and Seamus's mouth had been open to tell him to get off.
"But why?" Oliver had lost all control and the only thing keeping him from pressing Seamus into the wall was Seamus's strength.
"Because you're drunk," said Seamus. "And I'm sober enough to stop you from doing this." Oliver felt a tugging on his wrist and eventually figured out that Seamus was dragging him towards the floo. Holding him upright Seamus took him home, letting him collapse onto his neatly made bed.
"Seamus..." But he was gone.