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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Fred's lips against his cheek and he turned his face, kissing him, tongue sliding between his teeth as he let go of one of his hands and reached down between his legs.

"Godyes," he whispered, wrapping his fingers firmly around Fred's hard prick, he stroked him from root to tip, twisting his wrist and rubbing his thumb across the head, all the while continuing the hard rhythm of his hips. "You feel... oh... can't get enough of you."

[gredisfred]

Fred cried out into that mouth, louder than he'd meant to, though he'd not actually meant to make any sound trut to be told. He sucked on Oliver's tongue, even though the angle was bad. His balls drew up so fast it made his breath catch again. "Soon," he whispered, "Gonna..."

And then the door opened again.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver heard the door and he grinned. "Come for me," he whispered, feeling Fred's body stiffen, sliding in deep and jerking him off quickly. He let go of Fred's other wrist and held his head in place as he kissed him violently, feeling the first spasms take his lover and pushing in deep, groaning softly as he came hard.

[gredisfred]

Fred had no choice. He blushed, although he was fairly certain it wouldn't be terribly noticeable because 90% of the blood in his body was in his cock. He came hard, making small helpless noises into Oliver's mouth as he did so. The increased as he felt his lover spill into him, a liquid wash hotter than blood that coated and filled him and he was near to sobbing, breathless and trembling when the spasms ended. "Fuck me!" he wheezed.

[gredisfred]

Fred blew him a kiss and winked. He made great in-roads into his second dinner, finishing nearly a third of it before he sat back again and sipped his drink, watching Oliver eat. "Agreed. You're better."

[reservekeeper]

Oliver ate heartily, cleaning his plate before sitting back and wiping his mouth with his napkin. He looked up and caught Fred's eyes, smiling as he reached for his glass. "Do I have something on my face?" he asked, wiping at it again.

[gredisfred]

Fred smiled fondly. "Nope, it's perfect as always. Just can't keep my eyes off you." Fred shifted again, wondering if he was going to have to go back to the loo to ensure that he didn't end up with a stain on the black linen. He felt wonderful. "To us," he said, raising his drink.

[reservekeeper]

"This mug? You've a skewed veiw, I'm afraid. But thank you." He lifted his drink. "To us," he said, taking a swallow and sitting it down. "You going to eat the rest of that?"

[gredisfred]

"I think that might be pushing our luck a bit much." Fred cut the last visible bite in half and popped a portion into his mouth. "Anything else around here we should eat? Or do you want to finish the drinks, get a check and find someplace less public to be? This has been wonderful, by the way. Thank you."

[reservekeeper]

"I want you to myself," he said, finishing the plate off and draining his glass. "And we don't have to do that by the way," he said, smiling and kissing him. "Not even at home if you dont' want. Now finish up. I plan to make you come again tonight, and I'd like to get started."

[gredisfred]

Fred pulled out his wallet, fishing for Muggle bills even as he signaled the waiter. "We can do anything you want. Love to touch you, love it when you touch me."

Fred nodded a thanks to the man, glanced briefly at the bill and handed the man several 20 pound notes. "No change, thank you."

[reservekeeper]

"I'd have paid," Oliver said, standing and pulling Fred to his feet. "Let's go home. I love you, you know that?" He led him to the door and out toward the area they'd apparated into.