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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[gredisfred]

"Nope, been aching for you to fill me. Tell me you don't want to." Fred poured shampoo into his hand and turned Oliver into the water, wetting his hair before moving him out of the water and threading his fingers through his hair. "You don't want to open me, sink that luscious cock deep into me, make me scream your name as I shake myself to pieces around you." Fred kissed his neck, "I mean if you don't want to..."

[reservekeeper]

"Evil," Oliver said, grinning and leaning his head back into Fred's touch. "I want that. All of it. I want you. I want you to have me too, you know?" He grinned at him. "We can take turns, how's that?"

[gredisfred]

"If you want. I love having you buried in me," Fred said, running his fingers through Oliver's hair and washing out all the bubbles. He moved then, soaping Oliver's chest and finally, his bits. "I know you want me to know that you trust me, but you don't have to do it that way. I love having this in me. I'd mourn the loss."

[reservekeeper]

Oliver raised his eyebrows. "You think that's why I want it? So you'll know I trust you?" He smiled and pulled him close. "Make no mistake. I'd not want to give up fucking you. Never. But... I loved it. 've never had someone take care of me like that. I don't want it all the time, but, yeah... you were... it was nice. I'd like to do it again sometime, okay? Please?"

[gredisfred]

Fred wrapped his other arm around Oliver, bringing the hanger with him. He kissed him until his lungs ached and then kissed him more, dragging a bit of air in through his nose and thinking that the spots dancing before his eyes were pretty. He kissed him until Oliver himself gasped and then he leaned his head back against the door and smiled lazily at the man in his arms. "Mmmm, perfect indeed."

He laughed aloud he looked at the item in his hand. "This, however, is not." It was a vividly colored T-shirt sporting two bludgers and a broom stood upright between them. It read, 'Firebolt! The Only Broom I Ride.'

"False advertizing, that's what that is. And now I'm jealous of your broom."

[reservekeeper]

"But it's a very nice broom," Oliver said, grinning. "You wanna go for a ride on it?" He kissed Fred's jaw, squeezing his hips. "But yeah, it is false adverting. I like riding yours as well." He kissed his throat before drawing back to look at the deep bruise and cut his mouth had left on Fred's skin.

"Ow," he said, reaching up to touch. "Want to heal that before we go? You all right, yeah?"

[gredisfred]

"Want to fuck me with your broom, lover? Bit kinky but it could be fun. Gonna need a hell of a lot of lube though." Fred ran his hands through Oliver's hair and drew him back into a kiss.

There was a growing ache low on his neck. It stung when Oliver touched it. Fred suddenly had to see it, had to. "Wanna see." Fred dragged Oliver with him to the mirror over the dresser, wrapping Oliver's arm around his waist and stepping in front of him. There was a perfect set of teeth marks laid like red jewels against his skin. This was surrounded by a red mark that was already turning purple-black in some spots. It looked angry, painful, possessive... perfect.

"Perfect," he whispered, bringing his fingers up to touch the wound, "so perfect. Yours, dammit! Anyone has any question this should solve it. I'm yours." He turned in Oliver's arms, looking into those drowingly blue eyes. "Thank you."

[reservekeeper]

"My broom? No. Oh hell no, it doesn't get your arse. That's mine." He said, grinning. "But if you have anything in that shop of yours you'd like me to use that won't actually hurt you... then maybe we'll see."

Oliver raised an eyebrow as Fred tugged him across the room and then they were standing in front of the mirror and Oliver squeezed his arms around Fred's middle, both of them looking at the bruise.

When Fred turned around, Oliver kissed him softly. "You're mine. Not cause of that though. But you're welcome, anything that makes you smile like that is worth it."

[gredisfred]

"Mmmm," Fred came out of the kiss licking his lips. "I second the feeling, but if I start on your toes I'll have to work my way up and by the time I'm done the food will be gone and the people asleep. Put your own shoes on. I promise to take them off you later." Fred kissed him and wandered to the living room to find his wallet. "Mind, I may let you take me to the loo and fuck me between the appetizer and the main course. Never can tell."

[reservekeeper]

Oliver sat down and put on his shoes. "You," he called, "are a viscious tease. D'you want me hard all night?" He finished and stood, trying to get his prick to go down a bit, and walked intot he living room as well. "You ready, babe?"

[gredisfred]

Fred turned, putting his wallet in his pocket and stashing his wand up his sleeve. "Misery loves company and all that. Who said I was teasing?" He spread his arms and turned slowly so that Oliver could look at him. "Am I? Do I look alright?"

[reservekeeper]

"You're gorgeous," Oliver said. He meant it. "I never quite understand how I ended up with someone who looks so damn good. I'm hoping you don't come to your senses." He slipped an arm around Fred's waist and tugged him in for a slow kiss. "I'm in your hands, babe. Take me anywhere you like."

[gredisfred]

Fred grinned. "See, you only like the teasing when it's at my expense." Fred kissed him sweetly and signaled for drinks. "I want to be the one draped over something. Though I do LOVE the way you taste." Fred remained sitting close enough to touch him.

[reservekeeper]

"I like what comes after the teasing. Doesn't matter to me who gets teased as long as the end results are the same." He slid his hand over Fred's thigh. "Sides, you were the one who wanted me to put on these knickers. It's your fault, love." He grinned and squeezed his fingers over Fred's knee.

[gredisfred]

Fred lay his head sideways on Oliver's shoulder. "You were the one who mentioned them in the first place, and that was while you had my bits in your hand. Mind I love having your hand there, so that's not a problem. What looks good to you? I'm fairly peckish."

[reservekeeper]

"I want enchiladas," Oliver said, looking over the menu. "Chips and salsa to start off with. This was a fantastic idea." He grinned and kissed Fred's cheek. "I mentioned them in jest. You were the one who told me to put them on, babe."

[gredisfred]

"We'll order more. I'm a bottomless pit, remember?" Fred took a forkfull but took time to blow on it, given Oliver's reaction. It was still hot... too hot... but it was savory. Fred sipped his frozen drink to take away the burn. "Have some of this. It's colder." He offered to drink to Oliver and took another bite, this time of rice, which was a bit cooler.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver hummed as he sipped Fred's drink, sitting back as the waiter brought them each a new glass. "I want the food though. Think anyone would notice if I cast a spell to cool it off?" He grinned and took another bite, humming. "Good. And we may have to order more. You've worked up an appetite on me."

[gredisfred]

"No spells. Mind, I don't think the Ministry has half a brain between the lot of them, but I'd rather have leisurely dinner than have to run for it." He took a dollop of sour cream and plopped it onto his enchiladed before taking another bit. "Mmm," he said, mouth still half full, " 'his helps." He then proceeded to have a few more bites before he simply had to stop and have a long pull on his new drink. "Think my taste buds will grow back," he teased.

[reservekeeper]

"Agreed," he said, chewing another bite. The rice was wonderful, and the sauce over the enchilada and the guacamole... he moaned as he took another bite. "God. Did I say this was a good idea?" He took a few swallows of his drink before wiping his mouth on his napkin and reaching for more chips. "I think they'll have to. I'm not slowing down just cause it's hot."