August 23- Owl to Fred

[reservekeeper]

The night in Paris had been lovely. Oliver hoped that Ginny had enjoyed herself. He'd have to take Fred back sometime alone, though. It had sucked not being able to sleep with him, but he'd not said a word. Oliver hadn't realized how difficult it would be to sleep alone, but it was to be expected. They spent nearly every night together

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[gredisfred]

Fred was in the back, making puking pastilles. He jerked his head at the owl treats and finished stiring the potion. When he was done he took the parchment and his face lit up. He found the color-changing ink and wrote with a flourish.

Babe,

Like you could keep me away. I miss you so much. Love you.

Fred

[reservekeeper]

Oliver grinned when he got the note and looked at the clock. Time seemed to be moving slower than normal.

Fred,

So what time do you think? Want to know where I'm lying right now? How about what I'm wearing? Or what I'm not wearing, to be more truthful.

Do I have time for a wank, or shall I wait, love?

Yours,
Oliver

[gredisfred]

Fred was up to his ears in dung bombs but he laughed, setting one off. He cast a cleaning charm and searched for a quill.

Lover,

You have time to wank...... if you send me pictures, or describe in excruciating detail precisely what you are doing.

I'll be at least an hour.

Hell, yes. You ARE mine.

Fred

[reservekeeper]

Fred,

Maybe I'll just tease myself until you get here. If I told you I was naked, in my bed, my legs spread as I stroked myself, would that make the hour go by faster?

How about if I told you I just slid my fingers out of my arse before picking up the quill to write you?

I am. Yes.

Oliver

[reservekeeper]

Thrusting up against him, Oliver draped one calf over Fred's, sliding their legs together, the toes of his other food rubbing against Fred's ankle. He let his hands drift down his back, fingers splayed wide over so much warm, soft skin, muscle moving beneath his touch. He nipped at Fred's lip before opening his mouth again, catching his sigh in his mouth, and moving his hands down to the waistband of his pants. His fingers slid under the elastic, pushign the thin material down over that gorgeous arse, groaning as he clenched his fingers, pulling him into his groin and rolling his hips up against him once more.

[gredisfred]

Oliver's hands felt amazing on his arse. It seemed like he hadn't been touched for weeks. He moaned pushing back against those fingers as the dug into him. He wanted the pants off, but he didn't want to move away enough to accomplish that. At the same time, there was something erotic about being so close but still denied full contact. Oliver was warm and firm against him and when he rolled his hips, Fred deepened the kiss and shivered. "Love you. Love you, love you, love you."

[reservekeeper]

One hand stroked back up Fred's back, up into his hair as the kiss deepened further, slow and sweet and breathtaking. His other hand slid down pushing the back of his pants down further, curling over the soft swell of his arse as he pulled his hips against his. He could feel Fred's cock through the material, hot and hard against his own naked prick, and he rolled his hips in a circle, gasping into the kiss, tongues twined together as his thighs tightened around Fred's hips.

[gredisfred]

Fred was trembling now, his whole body vibrating with a kind of primal shiver that Oliver couldn't help but feel. There was a hand in his hair, and another pressed warm agaisnt his buttocks. There were lips against his and so much soft skin, covering a firmly-muscled body. Fred wanted to meld with this man, to press them so close together that they'd never again be parted. The movement of those hips made him groan and his was hissing "Fuck me" before he'd consciously thought the words, and then saying "Love me," in a tone that indicated that his life might depend on it.

[gredisfred]

Fred smiled as he shivered, reaching between them to touch himself. "Only to you, and always for you." Fred was amazed that he could actually speak. He was so close. "Thank you."

[reservekeeper]

Oliver grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away from himself. "No you don't," he gasped, thrusting in deeper, harder. "Want to feel you come on my cock, babe." Thrusting again, he flattened his stomach, dragging it against Fred's prick as he did so, moaning as the tightness and scorching heat around him threatened to blind him with pleasure. "God, you feel so fucking good."

[gredisfred]

Fred closed his eyes and made inarticulate sounds. His hands fell where they would, always somewhere on Oliver's skin. His body arched up into that firm belly and he writhed against him. He could feel sweat falling into his hair, the thick heat of Oliver inside him, the sparks of gut deep pleasure as he moved, and before long he was spilling himself in a slick wash between them, digging his nails into those shoulders and crying out.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver picked up the pace, fucking him harder into the mattress, the muscles in his legs and back straining as he rocked forward. He was breathless, on edge, and wanted so fucking bad for Fred to come first that he could taste it.

It didn't take long. He could see it before it happened, in the arch of Fred's back, the flutter of his lashes, hear it in the soft sound he made, that sound, in the back of his throat. And then he was pumping warm and wet between them, and his arse was clenching around Oliver's cock and Oliver gave a low moan and pushed in deep, every part of them touching, as he came so fucking hard that his head spun.

[gredisfred]

"Alright." Fred kissed him softly. "What shall we talk about instead?" He rubbed his foot against Oliver's calf. "Any burning issues we should discuss?"

[reservekeeper]

Oliver rolled him again, laying half on top of him, and kissed his lips softly. "No burning issues." He brushed Fred's hair back from his face. "Beautiful." He looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. "What'd you think yesterday? When Gin mentioned kids in your future?"

[gredisfred]

Fred went very still. It felt for a moment like his heart stopped. Fred had blown the question off, joking. He'd always seen himself surrounded by a group of kids someday in the future, but he was with Oliver now. "I..." he reached up to touch Oliver's face, "I didn't think about it. You never.. you don't... what do you think?"

[reservekeeper]

Oliver watched his reaction, concerned that he'd upset him at first. "Oh. Me? I don't know. I think though, that you'd be an amazing father. Yeah. You'd make a fantastic dad." He smiled and kissed him. "I just... wondered if you'd ever thought about it."

[reservekeeper]

"Yeah. Well, I'm sure it wouldn't have been a hex that was irreversable." He slipped his fingers through Fred's hair, down over his neck, wishing he'd relax again. "You sould tense. You look tense and you feel tense. Talk to me, babe."

[gredisfred]

Fred shook his head, letting his breath out slowly and trying to let it go. It didn't work. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be. I just...." hate him more every day He took another breath and blew it out. "Probably reversable but I'd be angry if she hurt you."

[reservekeeper]

"You just what? Are you angry at me?" he asked, but he could tell he was. "Want a backrub? I'll make sure to do a good job, help you relax?" He continued stroking his neck and his hair. "She can't hurt me too bad, nothing to be upset over."

[gredisfred]

Fred sat up. "God, no. I'm not mad at you. You haven't done anything you need to make amends for. You never have to 'do a good job' at anything for me." He looked Oliver in the eye and wanted to touch him, but didn't know where. "I can't help it, love. I can't stand the thought of anyone hurting you." He tried not to put emphasis on the word anyone, but he was certain if he succeeded.