August 9th, Ireland

[gredisfred]

Fred shifted slightly, kissing the warm skin under his cheek. He shifted slowly, disentangling himself by inches. He could tell from the light in the room that it was still very early. Fred tiptoed from the room, grabbing his jeans off the chair and snagging a T-shirt out of the open bag on the floor

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[reservekeeper]

Dark, warm, quiet... Oliver squeezed his arms tighter around what turned out to be Fred's pillow as his world was jarred. Or perhaps it was just the bed.

"Wassat?" he mumbled, peering blearily up at the earthquake, who also happened to be his lover. "Why're you up there and not my pillow?"

[gredisfred]

Fred kissed him on the nose and then bounced, setting the bed to jumping. "You were the pillow. I have breakfast. Lunch is downstairs packed, and you are still in bed. Now, you can leap right up and eat with me and we can run off to find something to do." Fred kissed his forehead, "Or you can convince me to let you wake up a bit more slowly and then we can follow the above plan."

[reservekeeper]

Oliver blinked a few more times, trying to shake the lingering sleep from his brain. "'t time is it?" he asked, yawning and slowly releasing the pillow. "Did I make a good pillow?" He stretched and yawned again before wrapping his arms around Fred and pulling him down. He leaned up to brush his lips against Fred's neck, parting them and sucking softly before gently nipping him. "Get undressed and eat with me?"

[gredisfred]

"Since when do I have to be undressed to eat, Keeper?" Fred shimmied backwards, squirming out of the arms and yanking the covers off Oliver. He cupped him intimately. "I could eat you while still dressed. Alternatively, I could fetch the food. If you don't want coffee there are fixings for tea downstairs."

[gredisfred]

"I've never been a player. We've had this discussion. Just love me, Oliver. I don't care how."

[reservekeeper]

"Just because you look, doesn't mean your a player." He pulled Fred tight against his chest. "I do love you."

[gredisfred]

"I know. Do you know that I love you? Do you?" Fred leaned up to look Oliver in the eye.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver opened his mouth and closed it again, leaning up to kiss Fred before pulling back once more. "Yes... I don't understand it. But I know that you love. Feels like a dream."

[gredisfred]

Fred offered Oliver his hand, bracing his legs against the bed. "Mmmm. I do feel you, odd not to see you, not to taste you."

[reservekeeper]

Oliver circled his hips and drove into him slowly, twining his fingers with Fred's and pressing them against his cock as it slid into Fred's body. "You can hear me though... and feel me..." He pressed deep to punctuate this, undulating his hips. A think layer of sweat had developed between them and their bodies slide together. He turned his head and nipped Fred's ear softly.

[gredisfred]

Fred shivered, head to toe. "Fuck, Oliver. Damn you are so sexy." He writhed, up and down, pressing himself against his lover. He turned into the bite, arching his neck and catching the side of Oliver's mouth.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver laughed softly. "Yeah?" he whispered, licking against Fred's lips. "You're sexier." He moved his and Fred's hand up Fred's body, slowly moving over his cock and up his belly, pushing Fred's fingers against his own skin. "Touch your nipples," he said softly, his other hand moving up to Fred's throat, fingers splayed wide, not pressing down at all, but simply wanting to feel his heartbeat, his breath, to feel his throat work under his touch as he swallowed. He tilted Fred's face up just a bit and licked his jaw.

[gredisfred]

Fred smiled, ignoring the plea and picking up pastries before searching for his wand to summon cups. "Nonsense," he said, sounding very like Molly though he didn't realize it, "you need to eat something." He caught the cup and frowned slightly, though his back was turned to his lover. He'd meant there to be two. The shaking had stopped but his magic was apparently still in the process of catching back up. He scooped up the rest and sashayed back over to sit crosslegged on top of the blankets. "Only one cup, I like sharing with you."

[reservekeeper]

Oliver watched him closely, laying a hand on his thigh and taking the cup. "Are you being straight with me?" he asked, point blank. "Cause if you are... then okay, but if you're not telling me something... I want to know, all right? I'm not... don't think I can't take something. I'm tougher than I look."

[gredisfred]

Fred looked at the hand on his leg. Oliver wouldn't like it and making him feel better had been the whole point of the last five minutes. Still, he owed him the truth. "I was floating or something. It was dark and soft and felt good. I couldn't really remember anything, and wasn't really thinking anything, wasn't sure I could think, but I didn't mind. It started getting cold. I think the cold was the adrenaline wearing off. I had the reaction once before, when I was little, made me cold after. Took Bill's broom and... doesn't really matter, but I got cold. Anyway, if I lay back down I'm going to go to sleep." He picked up the bag and pulled out something long and sticky and smelling of sugar. "Want some?" he asked.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver kept his eyes on him, looking him over. "Adrenaline rush. It happens after... well it can happen after intense pain, what you're describing. I didn't hurt you did I?" He reached up to feel Fred's head before letting his hand drop once more. He took the pastry. "You sure you don't want to lie back down? We have plenty of time, you know?"

[gredisfred]

"We'll start with always and then renegotiate after that." Fred kissed Oliver's neck. "You do realize that with that other hand of yours still firmly on my arse I'm not terribly motivated to move."

[reservekeeper]

"All right," Oliver said, tilting his head to the side to give Fred more room. "You could wiggle around a bit." He squeezed Fred's arse and grinned. "I'd not be opposed to that. At all."

[gredisfred]

Fred wiggled accomodatingly, kissing his neck again. "I do want to go sailing though. At some point, though."

[reservekeeper]

Oliver hummed. "Don't worry. I can control myself. I just like feeling you against me." He smiled and sat back taking another bite of the apple thing, feeding a bite to Fred as well. "How about a quick shower? I promise not to let my cock run the show. Then we'll get out there on the ocean."