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nnyCharlie/Oliver
666 words. *g*
One on One
He first noticed it when he realised- from the way that Charlie was leaning, his position on his broomstick, the groups of muscles that tensed- that he knew exactly when the other man would swerve. Knew that although he was aiming for the centre hoop, it was the right he’d fly through, hoping to get the bludger to zoom after him and get him the crucial point he needed to win. Almost before Charlie had moved Oliver was beside him, cutting between him and the bludger, distracting it to follow *his* broomstick to the other end of the pitch. Charlie took too long circling the goalposts, leaving him a straight run to the goal.
It was while they were fighting the struggling bludger, Oliver lying flat on top of it as Charlie dragged the box toward him and helped him strap it down, that he started to wonder. When exactly *was* it that he’d started watching the other man so closely? It wasn’t just the way he flew- everything about him was intensely familiar. He stared at Charlie as they walked toward the showers, watched him chewing his lip, the small line that appeared between his eyebrows as he went over the game and tried to work out where he’d gone wrong, how he could play better next time. That was what had made him a good Quidditch captain- attention to detail, constant evaluation… even a one-on-one between friends was opportunity to learn.
There were the scars on his arm that he scratched with one large hand when nervous. The almost unnoticeable limp from a Chinese Fireball he hadn’t watched closely enough. The ink-blue eyes and quizzical smile as he noticed Oliver watching him…
He looked away, embarrassed. Charlie snorted quietly beside him, and as well as he knew him he wasn’t quite sure what *that* meant.
He undressed quickly, facing away from Charlie so that the other man wouldn’t see his blush- and why was it that suddenly everything so familiar was changed and different in ways he didn’t quite have the words for?
And then hot water, pounding on the top of his head, an excuse to keep his eyes closed because no matter how hot he made it the steam didn’t cover quite enough. And Charlie was standing too close because they always took showers next to each other and moving would have been noticed but not moving was making it *worse* and it wasn’t like he could suddenly change the setting and take a cold shower because *that* was bound to cause comment…
Charlie was snorting again, and he opened his eyes to see his shoulders shaking with laughter, the smoothness of his back. On one shoulder there was a rare clear patch amongst the thick covering of freckles and a faint constellation, and his blunt finger was tracing it softly almost before he could think.
“Draco.”
Charlie turned, stepped forward, kissed him, hot water running over their faces but not matching the heat of their mouths, forced constantly to break apart and snatch desperately at air before pressing their mouths together again, frantic as they pressed together, hands mapping bodies at once familiar and alien. Oliver shivered as Charlie’s callused fingers ran down his side, across his stomach, and then… God, Charlie’s wide, blunt-fingered hands were big enough to encircle them both so his hand wasn’t necessary but they felt so good together moving up and down in a rhythm that was stealing the breath he needed to survive Charlie’s kisses and he didn’t even realise he’d tipped his head back until he felt water pattering on his closed eyelids and then he was coming, crying out, his mouth filling with water as Charlie grabbed his hand and moved it faster, a constant stream of soft curses leaving his lips until he froze, came, collapsed boneless against Oliver.
“Good game.”
And this time it was Oliver snorting. Leaning against Charlie, shaking with laughter, possessor of everything he hadn’t known he’d wanted.
666 words. *g*
One on One
He first noticed it when he realised- from the way that Charlie was leaning, his position on his broomstick, the groups of muscles that tensed- that he knew exactly when the other man would swerve. Knew that although he was aiming for the centre hoop, it was the right he’d fly through, hoping to get the bludger to zoom after him and get him the crucial point he needed to win. Almost before Charlie had moved Oliver was beside him, cutting between him and the bludger, distracting it to follow *his* broomstick to the other end of the pitch. Charlie took too long circling the goalposts, leaving him a straight run to the goal.
It was while they were fighting the struggling bludger, Oliver lying flat on top of it as Charlie dragged the box toward him and helped him strap it down, that he started to wonder. When exactly *was* it that he’d started watching the other man so closely? It wasn’t just the way he flew- everything about him was intensely familiar. He stared at Charlie as they walked toward the showers, watched him chewing his lip, the small line that appeared between his eyebrows as he went over the game and tried to work out where he’d gone wrong, how he could play better next time. That was what had made him a good Quidditch captain- attention to detail, constant evaluation… even a one-on-one between friends was opportunity to learn.
There were the scars on his arm that he scratched with one large hand when nervous. The almost unnoticeable limp from a Chinese Fireball he hadn’t watched closely enough. The ink-blue eyes and quizzical smile as he noticed Oliver watching him…
He looked away, embarrassed. Charlie snorted quietly beside him, and as well as he knew him he wasn’t quite sure what *that* meant.
He undressed quickly, facing away from Charlie so that the other man wouldn’t see his blush- and why was it that suddenly everything so familiar was changed and different in ways he didn’t quite have the words for?
And then hot water, pounding on the top of his head, an excuse to keep his eyes closed because no matter how hot he made it the steam didn’t cover quite enough. And Charlie was standing too close because they always took showers next to each other and moving would have been noticed but not moving was making it *worse* and it wasn’t like he could suddenly change the setting and take a cold shower because *that* was bound to cause comment…
Charlie was snorting again, and he opened his eyes to see his shoulders shaking with laughter, the smoothness of his back. On one shoulder there was a rare clear patch amongst the thick covering of freckles and a faint constellation, and his blunt finger was tracing it softly almost before he could think.
“Draco.”
Charlie turned, stepped forward, kissed him, hot water running over their faces but not matching the heat of their mouths, forced constantly to break apart and snatch desperately at air before pressing their mouths together again, frantic as they pressed together, hands mapping bodies at once familiar and alien. Oliver shivered as Charlie’s callused fingers ran down his side, across his stomach, and then… God, Charlie’s wide, blunt-fingered hands were big enough to encircle them both so his hand wasn’t necessary but they felt so good together moving up and down in a rhythm that was stealing the breath he needed to survive Charlie’s kisses and he didn’t even realise he’d tipped his head back until he felt water pattering on his closed eyelids and then he was coming, crying out, his mouth filling with water as Charlie grabbed his hand and moved it faster, a constant stream of soft curses leaving his lips until he froze, came, collapsed boneless against Oliver.
“Good game.”
And this time it was Oliver snorting. Leaning against Charlie, shaking with laughter, possessor of everything he hadn’t known he’d wanted.
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Date: 2004-02-28 01:59 am (UTC)Did I miss something, though? Why does the name "Draco" come into it? Is it a typo? Or am I reading it all wrong? :)
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Date: 2004-02-28 02:03 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2004-02-28 02:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-28 02:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-28 02:48 am (UTC)I think they're pretty good just on their own. Two's company and all that.
The only other person I can think of is Harry. That could be interesting. :)