Fic for the Harry Potter & yaoi loving crowd... meaning like maybe a handful of people on my list.
"Whew, great practice guys!” shouted Oliver Wood, as the boys made their way to the locker room. The Gryffindor Quidditch team had just finished a very long and tiring practice section. Even though Harry had caught the Snitch within two minutes of it being released, with a captain like Oliver, no practice would ever be that short.
“You were brilliant Harry!” praised George, as he patted Harry on the back; almost a little too hard, making him stagger.
“He’s right, mate,” chimed in Fred. “If you can pull off a few of those moves against the Slytherins this weekend, we’ll be able to brag for weeks! Imagine wiping that smug little look off of Malfoy’s face just minutes into the game.”
Harry thought about this, a wide grin appearing across his face. But that grin slowly faded as he remembered what Hermione told him before leaving for practice. “Don’t forget to come straight back to the common room after practice. We need to work on all of that Potions homework you’ve been putting off! And I don’t care how much you hate Snape! He’s the one that gives you your grades!” Sighing, Harry quickly changed, explained the situation and was on his way.
“Poor kid,” said Fred. “Not only does he have to worry about Snape breathing down his neck, he’s gotta worry about The Brain harping to him about his homework as well.” He sat down on a bench and began removing his practice robes.
“Well, we’ve got O.W.L.S. to deal with this year,” said George, also removing his robes.
“Since when have we cared about school, bro?” joked Fred, as he punched his twin on the shoulder. This little gesture caused George to punch him back in a playful way. Soon, Oliver was laughing as the twin’s wrestled with each other around the small changing area. Clad only in their boxer-briefs, the twins worked up a nice sheen of sweat on their slightly muscular bodies, a thing that Oliver couldn’t help but notice. He looked away as the twins, finally done with their fight, walked past him, stripped down and headed for the showers; towels draped over their shoulders. Oliver took a quick glance to the side, his breathed hitched in his throat as he saw the twins identically well toned backsides walking into the showers. He felt himself being to stiffen slightly, closing his eyes to try and remove the picture from his mind.
Once he gained his composure, he walked to the shower head between the twins. Fred and George we’re already lathering up with soap when he turned on the water. Letting the hot wetness run down his body, he took a chance and peeked a little to his right, where George stood. The way the water ran down George’s back and spilled off of him made Oliver quiver a little. Feeling himself get turned on again, he looked straight ahead and closed his eyes.
“Come on, think of something really horrible,” he told himself. “Um, losing the Quidditch match this weekend. Having the Slytherins ragging on me for months.” That had worked. But when he opened his eyes, he was surprised to see George standing in front of him and Fred behind.
“Hey Oliver, you look a bit tense, doesn’t he Fred?” said George, with a mischievous smile on his face.
“Most definitely George,” replied Fred, as he worked up a lather of soap in his hands, the same smile spread across his face. “How about a nice little rub down, Wood?” As he said this, Fred began to message Oliver’s shoulders with his slick hands.
At Oliver’s front, George started to rub Oliver’s upper arms. Oliver had never felt so good in his life. Having two pairs of very powerful hands soothing his aching muscles was amazing. Slowly, Fred worked his way to Oliver’s back, kneading his flesh like dough. Oliver was in for another surprise, as George slid his hands from Oliver’s arms to his chest, leaving a trail of soap in their wake. Oliver’s lips trembled and a small moan escaped them.
“Like that do you?” breathed George, his voice heavy with lust. “Well then, you’re gonna love this.” Slowly he pushed the foam from Oliver’s left nipple and barely scraped his tongue across it. This caused Oliver to moan louder and his length to perk up. From behind, Oliver felt Fred plant butterfly kisses along the side of his neck. He rose more from this attention, until he was at full length. George let one finger go down Oliver’s chest, past his stomach, to his tip. Instinctively, Oliver leaned into George’s touch, wanting more.
“Hey Fred, have a feel of this,” said George, grabbing one of his twin’s hands. He brought Fred’s hand down to Oliver’s base and moved it up and down.
“Oh God,” gasped Oliver. “More, please, more.”
“He wants more, dear brother.” said Fred. Taking his hand off of Oliver’s front, he spread Oliver open from behind. Using one finger he massaged Oliver’s hole, causing Oliver to move back into his hand. A small trail of pre-come leaked from Oliver’s head.
“Fuck me Fred,” pleaded Oliver. “Please, I want you so bad.” Oliver felt something rub along his shaft, it was George, up and ready to go. George reached a hand behind Oliver’s head and grabbed Fred’s hair, pulling him forward into a jaw crushing kiss. Oliver almost came right then and there, watching as Fred forced his tongue into his twin’s mouth. From behind, he felt Fred’s length come in contact with his rear. The twin’s broke apart, and while George caught Oliver in a steamy kiss, Fred spread him open once again. First inserting one finger, then two, getting Oliver ready for him.
Oliver moaned into George’s mouth, as Fred finally plunged inside him. Oliver tightened around Fred, causing the redhead to bite down on his shoulder. Oliver cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Seconds later he swore his legs were going to give out, as he felt George take hold of his length. Adding to this wonderful sensation, was the fact that George had taken hold of the soap again and slicked up his hands, causing him to quickly pump Oliver. With the combined acts of George’s hand and Fred’s cock, Oliver finally came with a cry that sounded almost animal-like. As he came, his rear muscles clenched around Fred’s cock so tight that Fred came soon after. As Fred slipped out of Oliver, Oliver fell to his knees in front of George. Looking in front of him, he saw George’s length rock hard and wanting attention. Completely taken over by some force, Oliver took George’s head in his mouth. George moaned and caressed Oliver’s hair, as his captain began wrapping his tongue around him. Oliver bobbed up and down on George, alternately sucking and swirling. George could only handle so much of this attention, and came into Oliver’s mouth.
All three boys sat on the floor of the shower room, each coming down from the high they were riding. Once they had regained their composure, they finished their shower and heading back to the changing room. No one said anything as they changed and headed out of the locker room back to the school. Just as they were about to reach the common room door, Oliver pulled the twins aside.
“I’ll be looking forward to another great practice session with you two tomorrow night,” he said, patting them both on the back.
“I think we can manage to do better than tonight’s performance,” winked Fred.
“Most definitely,” said George.
Laughing, the three friends headed into the common room, knowing full well that they had just started a new tradition between the three of them.
Very much of the NC-17 kind, just a warning.