August 13 - A night out with the team

[reservekeeper]

Oliver turned the music on soft and tossed the towel that he'd been using to dry his hair onto the bed. Fred would be there any minute and he was late getting dressed. He'd worked his arse off during practice again today and had a few more bruises to show for it. At least they were going out with some of the team, so he'd not be the only one there

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[gredisfred]

Fred had been unsure what one wore to "party with the team" so he'd settled on his own dragonhide pants, a T-shirt and soft boots. He'd gone back and grabbed a robe at the last minute in case trousers were not the thing.

He wandered into Oliver's room to find them man naked, bent over, rumaging in his closet. Fred crossed the room in two fast strides and pressed himself up against Oliver, putting his hands on his hips. "Well, Keeper, I'm fine with your bum looking just the way it does, frankly. If this is a ploy to keep us home..." Fred chuckled. "Turn around and kiss me, will you?"

[reservekeeper]

Oliver grinned and pressed back into him as he stood. He turned in the circle of his arms, slipping his own arms around his neck. "'Lo, Gorgeous," he murmured, pressing his lips against Fred's. "Miss me?" He pulled back to look at him. "You look good enough to eat. Who'd you get all dressed up for? I swear, if it was to impress Reese, the bloody showboat, I'll punch him on principle." Reese was the captain, and a bloody bastard-- but he was a very good looking bastard, and he knew it. He smiled and hugged him close. "How are you? How was your day," he asked, kissing him again.

[gredisfred]

"I didn't know what to wear, brought a robe too, in case this was wrong. Don't know who this Reese person is, but I kind of like this possessive streak." Fred kissed him, slipping his hand down to squeeze Oliver's arse. "However, if you show up like this and said bloke looks at you I'll punch 'im. S'pose I should let you go." Rather than doing that, however, Fred leaned into Oliver and kissed him deeply.

[reservekeeper]

"Captain. You've seen him, he's hard to miss," Oliver murmured, sliding his hands into Fred's hair. "He's a prat, and he looks at everyone with a pulse like that, so prepare yourself. I'll help you punch him." Fred was warm against him, the trousers soft against his drying skin. "Mmmm, don't want you to let me go. Thought about you all day, you know? Everytime I moved I could feel you in me... drove me mad wanting you."

[reservekeeper]

Oliver pulled out carefully and let Fred put his legs down before collapsing to the side, half on top of him. He kissed him gently, still gasping. "Love you, too, beautiful," he said, grinning down at Fred. "You may have to carry me around tonight. You wore me out." He brushed Fred's hair back from his brow. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

[gredisfred]

Fred groaned as he finally stretched out his legs. He cast another spell so he wouldn't get come on his dragonhide. "Killed me. Promise to do it again sometime soon?" He nuzzled against Oliver.

[reservekeeper]

"I promise to do it again tonight if you don't let me get too drunk," he said, smiling softly at him. "You smell good. Love the way you smell. When we can move again, you still have to pick me out something to wear."

[gredisfred]

"You're already wearing my favorite outfit." Fred stood, winced and managed to get back into his clothes, casting yet another spell to get red of wrinkles. "I smell, my love, like you. I'm keeping that particularly smell until just before we leave. Come one, get your arse off the bed." Fred grinned and then reached out both hands for him.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver eased up behind him, slipping his arms around his waist and placing his chin on Fred's shoulder. He smiled at him in the mirror. "I promise to get your boots off when we get back." He squeezed him back against his chest. "Come on, I told them we'd meet them at 8, so we'll be fashionably late."

[gredisfred]

Fred grinned, leaning his head back to place a kiss on Oliver's jaw. "Sorry about that, couldn't resist you. Think they'll notice if I walk funny?" He grinned and kissed him again. "Ready whenever you are, Keeper Mine."

[reservekeeper]

"Don't be sorry, love. You are worth being late. And being absent. And worth about anything, come to think of it." He caught Fred's lips in a soft kiss. "Hang on, love." He pulled out his wand and apparated them outside the pub. He hugged him again before letting him turn around and kissing him once more. "I really do hope they behave themselves."

[gredisfred]

Fred turned around and looked at the pub. It wasn't a place he'd ever been before. "They don't have to behave. I'm not your mother, I'm your lover. I have a rep as a bit of a troublemaker myself. Lead on, McDuff." Fred squeezed him and gestured grandly toward the door."

[reservekeeper]

Oliver grinned at him and reached for his hand. "Please. Can't get rid of me." He reached for his drink with the other hand, taking a few deep pulls. "The shop is amazing. You should see it. They're both really amazing." He was terribly proud of Fred and of everything he'd accomplished. "Where are the others at tonight?"

[twisting_npc]

Wood was really far gone on this guy. Reese raised an eyebrow as he watched them and sipped his own drink. "Both of them are amazing? I didn't know you had a thing for brothers." He grinned at Wood's glare. "Oh wait... yes I did. There were those two you pulled in Wiltshire, at that little hole in the wall we went to. The stories I could tell about you." He swirled his ale around in his glass. "Smith picked up a bird and I think that Sims joined them. I don't know where Bryce is, probably puking some where from over doing it, as usual."

[gredisfred]

Fred smiled brilliantly at Reese. This guy was really impressed with himself. "I like stories. For example, we're identical, my brother and I. I've been told we're quite the ride." He put a hand on Oliver's shoulder, casually running it down his chest.

"You'd be amazed at how in tune with each other we are." He took a sip of his drink and then made a point of licking his lips. "Well, you wouldn't. Taken. Sorry."

[twisting_npc]

Patrick nearly choked on his drink, managing to swallow with only his eyes watering a bit. It was rare that anyone gave as good as they got to Reese, and even Patrick couldn't help avoid touching his own tongue to his lip as this Weasley licked his own full one.

He nudged Holly with his elbow and raised an eyebrow. This had the potential to be a highly entertaining evening.

[reservekeeper]

"You'll have to fight me for him," Oliver said, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up in her lap. "And I'm fairly certain that I can hurt you." He looked at the card. "Yeah, that's doable. Not terribly comfortable though." He handed the card to Fred. "You bring one for yourself to open, love?" He asked, smoothing his fingers over Fred's arm. He took another swig of his drink and tried to relax.

[gredisfred]

Fred eyed the card and smiled. "I think with a bit of a hover charm and liberal applications of alcohol beforehand that that could be really very..." He waggled his eyebrows at Oliver.

He pulled out the last three crackers and placed them in the pretzel bowl. "I came with someone that pleases me very much. You lot can argue over the remaining crackers. You didn't open yours." Fred moved slightly so that he was pressing his leg against Oliver's feeling the tension in his lover and wanting to dispell it. "Seems this table has a fondness for things generally kept in the back room." He grinned, "I'm shocked."

[twisting_npc]

Reese took the others and slid them to Holly. "I think that she could best you in a fight, love. Here, Spence, get more girly stuff out of those." He grinned at Flynn. "You can get girly stuff out of yours if you like." He eyed Wood. "Why've you not opened yours, keeper? Scared of what will come out? Can't say I blame you. You know, a few months ago yours would have been just like ours."

He smiled at Fred and sipped his drink. "We've been to a lot of back rooms, what can I say? You should join us sometime."

[gredisfred]

Fred picked up Oliver's cracker himself, concentrating slightly. There was a way to get exactly what you wanted from these, although he never intended to advertise that fact. "Oliver's been to our back room, which is generally only accessible through owl order. I'll have to send you a catalog, Reese."

He pulled the ends of the cracker, which went off with a soft pop this time and a shower of rainbow-colored sparks. A shiny red ribbon floated to table. Fred looked nonchalant.