Post party private party, August 14th, early, early

[gredisfred]

Fred had made himself a sandwich, made one for Oliver, and plopped himself down on the sofa to eat and watch his wall. It was still raining softly over his head, stopping just out of reach. He thought the colors were relaxing, and the bit of moment combined with the bit of buzz was terribly lovely. "Don't know why no one likes this.." he

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[reservekeeper]

This time, coming out of the floo was much easier with out Flynn's added weight pushing him forward. He was still lightheaded and a bit tipsy, but otherwise all right.

He brushed himself off and spotted Fred, breathing a sigh of relief. "I've been wanting you to myself all bloody night." Dropping to his knees in front of Fred he put his sandwich to the side and slid his arms around Fred's waist, pressing his face against his chest. Food sounded like a brilliant idea, but after his conversation with Flynn he needed a hug first.

[gredisfred]

Fred frowned down at Oliver's head, wrapping his arms around him instantly and bending to kiss his head. "I love you," he said, holding him close. Something had happened but he knew Oliver well enough to know that he'd tell him in his own time. "All yours. Always."

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Oliver nodded. "Good. I couldn't make it without you, you know? I'd still be in that, every fucking night. It sucks you in, and fuck me if I know a plausible way to walk away from it. Beyond being saved."

[gredisfred]

"Saved?" Fred was confused. "I just distracted you, love. You're amazing you know? Reese is an ass, but the other's seem great and they obviously are fond of you in more than a 'I know this guy from work' way." He ran one hand through Oliver's hair, almost petting him, soothing. "Anything I can do for you?"

[gredisfred]

"What things?" Fred tried to make the question sound casual. He leaned over to grab a crisp and pop it into his mouth. He personally thought the captain was just jealous.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver shrugged. "I'd liked to have known him without all this, you know? Just... he might have been a good friend if not for all this complete crap."

[gredisfred]

Fred was not certain which one of them might have been a good friend. "Who?" He thought Oliver meant Flynn, but he wasn't certain.

[reservekeeper]

"Flynn. He reminds me of myself in a lot of ways. Only... well, he's more of a desire to please than I do. He never fights, where as I'm too bloody stubborn to do anything but."

[gredisfred]

"Always make me feel..." he breathed. "Always make me feel wonderful." Fred wanted to touch him, to hold him, to drop to his knees and take that hard length he could feel against his hip, to take it into his mouth. There was something in Oliver's eyes, however, that kept him still, kept him frozen. "Anything, my love, anything you want."

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Oliver smiled at him, slowly pushing Fred's arms up and sliding his shirt off over his head. He let his hands move down Fred's arms as he dropped the shirt, over his shoulders, down his chest. He followed his hands with his eyes, licking his lips and pressing his forehead against Fred's as he simply touched him. "I want you."

[gredisfred]

Fred shivered again, drawing in a shuddering breath. There was nothing to say, nothing except, "Have me."

[reservekeeper]

Oliver brushed his lips against Fred's cheek, breath warm against his skin, moving down to his throat, his shoulder, kissing his collar bone as he reached for the string on his trousers, slowly unlacing them, letting his knuckles press against his burgeoning erection.

[gredisfred]

Fred stuck his tongue out, licking quickly around the tip of Oliver's length. He raised his head to wrap his lips around him, leaning back to let him out of his mouth. "Come on handsome," he breathed, "feed me that cock."

[reservekeeper]

"Christ," Oliver whispered, shifting forward and watching as Fred's lips stretched around his cock. "You're beautiful," he breathed, his muscles straining from the attempt to go slow. He wanted it slow, wanted this to fucking last.

[gredisfred]

Fred opened his mouth, sighing as the warm weight of Oliver began to fill it. He pressed his tongue against the vein on the bottom, feeling the pulse there race like a wild thing. He tilted his head slightly, drew a breath in through his nose, and when Oliver's length hit the back of his throat he swallowed. His eyes never left his lover's face which was lit dimly by light spilling from the living room through the open bedroom door.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver trembled as his hips shifted forward, moaning softly at the heat, the wetness, the suction. His hair fanned out over the pillow, dark against the pillow case, his eyes glittering in the soft light. "Beautiful," he whispered, reaching down to touch his cheek.

[gredisfred]

Fred hissed, back arching a bit and mouth coming open. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head. That was so good that it exceeded his wildest expectations. He had no doubt whatsoever that he could come just from that alone.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver tugged a bit harder, growling, pressing his cock against Fred's thigh. His belly rubbed firmly against Fred's prick and he moaned softly, licking his nipple firmly, stopping to tug on the ring with his teeth every so often.

[gredisfred]

"Fuck", he gasped. "You keep that up and I'm gonna come, baby." He was positively writhing now, pressing up against Oliver and yanking on his own hair in the fight not to give in and bury his hands in Oliver's.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver reached down and clasped his fingers around the base of Fred's cock, lifting away from him so that he wouldn't be rubbing against him. "No. You're not," he said, grinning before leaning down to tug at the ring a bit harder.