Next day at the pitch

[gredisfred]

Fred bribed the gate guard and snuck up into the stands. He had a strange yen for Mexican food and he'd decided to come grab Oliver and spirit him away. After practice, of course. Seeing Oliver on a broom was always a good thing. He counted more than once and came up with only six players. He mastered his expression and took a seat near one of

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[reservekeeper]

Practice was winding down and it had been a good day. Flint hadn't been hungover thanks to Fred's potion, and Holly had ribbed him all day. And they'd all fucked about more than usual, because Cap didn't show. The owners floo'd to say he was sick. Stomach flu.

Must be pretty fucking bad for him to miss. Oliver couldn't remember him missing a practice before.

But it was coming to a close and he saw a familiar flash of red as he swept past the goal posts, catching the quaffel and tossing it back to one of the chasers. A few of the others landed and he circled the goals before coming in for a landing in the stands.

"Hello, gorgeous," he said, beaming at Fred. "Missed you. How was your day?"

[gredisfred]

Fred stood at once, wrapping his arms around Oliver and giving him a kiss. "My day was fine. Did a bit of yawning because for some reason I didn't get much sleep last night." Fred grinned.

"How was your day? Practice okay?"

[reservekeeper]

Oliver let his broom lean against the stands and he pulled Fred flush against him. "'m sorry love. I'll let you get more sleep tonight, I promise," he muttered, kissing him softly.

"mmmm, my day is better now," he whispered. "Practice was fine. How long you been here?"

[gredisfred]

"You aren't sorry. Was brilliant. I wanted you and Mexican food, not necessarily in that order, and so I nipped on over here and voila. I haven't been here very long."

[gredisfred]

Fred held him close. "Ask me. Ask me, Oliver."

[reservekeeper]

Oliver pulled back and looked at him before smiling. "I... I trust you. I don't... I don't have to know, all right?" He brushed Fred's hair back from his face. "It didn't cross my mind at all til Holly said what she said... did you say something to her?"

[gredisfred]

"I didn't say anything to her. I wasn't planning to say anything to you." Fred looked at him, "The fact that you are stuttering tells me that maybe you don't entirely trust me. Maybe you shouldn't. It's possible I slipped someone something toxic. It was a prototype. I threw up for four days. Mimics the flu. Perhaps you should get the flu. Or perhaps I should just obliviate you."

[reservekeeper]

Oliver stared at him for a moment, hurt that he'd say such things. "Ah. I um... honestly don't care that you made him puke, Fred." He swallowed, it felt tight. Perhaps you should get the flu. Or perhaps I should just obliviate you. "And I trust you. Sorry if I came off otherwise. If you feel the need to obliviate me, you're welcome to, but I'd prefer you didn't." He pulled his shirt off. "Sorry. Just... let me grab a shower, all right?"

[reservekeeper]

Oliver led him to the bathroom, pausing to turn on the shower and then pulling Fred's shirt over his head. "Love you," he whispered, wishing he hadn't fucked things up. "'m sorry, love." He kissed him as he undid his jeans, pushing them down over his hips before doing his own. He kicked off his trainers and knelt, pulling Fred's shoes off, nuzzling his thigh, his belly, as he helped him step out of his jeans.

[gredisfred]

Fred brushed his hands through Oliver's hair. He didn't want sex, couldn't really remember a time when he was less interested, but he'd give Oliver anything he needed. "Come kiss me, yeah?" he said, touching his shoulders, rubbing his neck. "Please?" Kissing Oliver always made things better.

[reservekeeper]

He sounded bad, and Oliver had gotten no response whatsoever from Fred's body. He stood, finished undressing, and kissed him softly before guiding him under the spray. "I'll dry you off and redress you for keeping me company in here," he said, smiling and grabbing the soap and a flannel. He washed Fred's chest and back, sticking close to him, kissing him occasionally. "What restaurant you taking me to?"

[gredisfred]

"Thought I was supposed to be washing you," Fred said, cupping his hands around Oliver's face and kissing him. "Let me get your back." He reached for the flannel and stepped close enough to mold himself to Oliver, reaching around to wash his back. As he did this he laid his head on Oliver's shoulder and the washing became something of an extended hug, with Fred spinning them slowly so that the water ran over his lover's back.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver rolled into his arms, kissing his lips. "Hey, you were supposed to be outraged that I tossed you down like that. You were supposed to have already pinned me and began torturing me." He grinned. "Love you, you know that?"

[gredisfred]

"I think I've tortured you enough for one day," Fred said, kissing him soft. "'m sorry I've been so... felt like I was drowning there for a minute. Thanks for saving me, yeah?"

[reservekeeper]

"You haven't, and don't be. Please don't be sorry. I'd never let you drown. Never." He kissed him, smiling, feeling immense relief that Fred seemed more himself. "You're my heart, do you know that. The very reason I get up in the morning." He kissed him again and again. "Love you. Always."

[gredisfred]

Fred smiled, but it was a bit tremulous. "Me too," he said, holding him close and hard and tight. "Me too." Fred knew suddenly what he wanted. "Bite me. Mark me. Want visible signs that I'm yours. Please?"

[gredisfred]

"That's it." Fred managed to pry his eyes open long enough to watch Oliver's face as he finished. "Love you. So perfect." He kissed his face, his lips, his neck.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver laughed breathlessly and kissed him back, nuzzling against him. "Love you too, babe." He rested against him, uncaring of the mess and brought his fingers to his lips to lick them clean. "You taste good," he said, kissing his cheek.

[gredisfred]

Fred followed suit, licking his own fingers. "So do you." They definitely needed a shower now. "My lips are jealous," he said, pouting just a bit though his eyes sparkled.

[reservekeeper]

"Mmmmm, can't have that." Oliver leaned down andn licked his lips as well. "You're beautiful. Are you sufficiently famished enough that you'll let me feed you now?"