Yule Ficlet for knic26 PW/NL
For knic26 who asked for Percy with either Harry and/or Neville, and a prompt of neat freak.
I hope you like it, knic... Merry Christmas!
Title: Fastidious
Pairing: Percy/Neville
Word count: 1300
Summary: Percy is known as many things...
Rating: R
Fastidious
If you were to ask Percy Weasley to describe himself, he would invariably say, fastidious. Indeed, he took great pride in keeping his flat and office spotless. As for himself, of course he kept clean, but he also watched what he ate, got plenty of exercise, and drank nothing but water or tea. Yes, Percy was quite proud to say he was fastidious.
Now, if you asked Percy’s mother, Molly, to describe her third son, she would claim that he was particular. He’d always liked things just so. His clothes were of certain brands, his home was furnished tastefully, and even the owl he kept for post was professionally trained.
Regardless of how Molly regarded her son, Percy’s coworkers at the Ministry viewed him a bit differently. Percy knew he was called neat freak, and tight ass, and prude, but those names didn’t bother him, really. After all, better to be known as those things than slob or oaf. Why would he go out on a Friday evening with the likes of them when he could be setting his office to rights, making sure his files were impeccable, and outlining his schedule for the next day?
That he always worked Saturdays was a bone of contention for his coworkers. But what did Percy care if they were jealous of his success? If they wanted pay raises or promotions, they could put in the hours he did. Nothing was ever gained from whining, after all.
On this particular Friday evening, Percy had just set up his itinerary for the next day (arrive in office at eight, draft thread-count memo by nine…) when Adrian Pucey stuck his disheveled head in the door. “Hey, Weasley. I was supposed to check out that new gardening business today, but I got behind. Since it’s on your way home, could you stop by? Just make sure the owner’s not growing any banned plants. Okay?” The goon marched into Percy’s office and threw a file onto his desk, its contents spilling everywhere. “Thanks.” He walked out the door before Percy could protest.
Percy checked his watch and sighed. Perhaps the owner of-he checked the file-Longbottom’s Plants and Extracts, would still be at work. Percy plucked his cloak from the hook on the back of the door, locked his office, and set out at a brisk walk down the streets of London. Part way to Longbottom’s he realized the name sounded familiar. He checked the file-sure enough, Neville Longbottom, that clumsy, plump kid who was in Ron’s year at Hogwarts. Marvelous. Percy sighed yet again. That was all he needed, a former Gryffindor who’d think Percy should go easy on him because of old house loyalty. As if.
Percy rechecked the file when he found himself standing in front of an old warehouse. This couldn’t be a plant nursery. Surely not! But the addresses matched, so he knocked smartly on the door.
“Yeah. Hold on. ‘M coming.” The door opened moments later to reveal the same round face Percy remembered from Hogwarts. The dirt smudges even seemed familiar.
“Longbottom, I’m Percy Weasley, here for your Ministry inspection. I’ll need to see…”
“Percy! Of course I know who you are. Come in!” Longbottom reached out a filthy hand and pulled Percy in by his sleeve. He then seemed oblivious when Percy inspected for damage as soon as his person was unhanded. “You’ll find I have everything in order. I’m running a legitimate business. None of that illegal stuff for me. My constitution wouldn’t handle such stress.”
Percy could only nod. He didn’t remember Longbottom being so chatty. Though the man did have a nice voice…
“I suppose you’d like to see the greenhouses and my files, eh? Right this way.”
Following Longbottom through the dark, gritty warehouse, Percy finally found his voice. “How can you have a greenhouse here?”
“Artificial lighting. It’s like a miracle, really-or magic!” Longbottom turned and winked at Percy.
He really is quite cute in a round sort… No, no, no. Percy did not just think that. Clearing his throat, he chastised, “You can’t maintain enough magic to light indoor greenhouses. So much power in the middle of London could have serious effects.”
Longbottom laughed. “I was only joking about the magic. Seriously, these muggle-made artificial lights are amazing. You can turn any space into a greenhouse, really.” He pushed through a door and Percy followed him into a room that shone like the outdoors at noon on a sunny day. The heat and humidity had Percy almost wishing he was one of those people who could loosen his tie. But he wasn’t. Absolutely not.
For the next half hour, Percy listened as Longbottom explained the species he was growing, their care, and uses. Percy was pleasantly surprised at how knowledgeable Longbottom was. Unfortunately, however, Percy’s mind kept wandering. Thoughts such as, I’d like to squeeze his bum, and his lips are gorgeous,, had Percy missing much of what was being said.
Percy frowned. It wasn’t at all like him to be so unprofessional.
And why in Merlin’s name was his penis twitching? He wasn’t scheduled to take care of that little problem until tomorrow night.
It only got worse when they left the greenhouse for Longbottom’s office. The man’s office and living quarters were one and the same: kitchen table next to filing cabinet, desk next to bed.
“Here, let me clean up a little and then I’ll pull my invoices for you, yeah?” Longbottom plunged his hands into soapy water and performed a rather shoddy washing job. Percy couldn’t help but notice the dirt still packed under short fingernails, or the streak of grime that was left running up Longbottom’s left arm.
Instead of shuddering at the sight, Percy found himself wondering what it would feel like to have those hands, dirty fingernails be damned, on his body. Everywhere.
His penis did more than twitch at that thought. It very nearly jumped.
Percy licked his lips. He brought his gaze from Longbottom’s hands to his face. The man was staring back. If Percy wasn’t mistaken, and he rarely was, Longbottom looked as hungry as Percy felt. Percy shook his head and said, “Yes… the files, yes.”
Instead of turning left toward the file cabinet, Longbottom stepped forward.
Percy, unaccountably, did the same.
Longbottom-Neville-wrapped a beefy hand into the front of Percy’s robes and pulled.
Percy didn’t even look down to see if the fabric was wrinkling.
Neville pressed their bodies together with one hand and wound his other (with those dirty, sexy fingernails) into Percy’s hair.
Percy didn’t worry for a moment that he was getting mussed.
And when Neville’s lips met his, Percy didn’t even stop to wonder when the other man had last brushed his teeth.
Amazing.
And then it was panting and racing hearts. It was mouths everywhere with hands following. It was saliva, and sweat, and sperm, and…
Wonderful…
Percy woke up hours later on Neville’s bed, still naked. His bum felt stretched, but that was expected, really. But a sticky body was not acceptable. He started to climb out of bed to find the bathroom, but his partner (lover?) groaned and snuggled against his side.
Oh! And a body that was rounder, squishier, than Percy’s was quite nice, really, wasn’t it?
*******
After that fateful Friday night, Percy still considered himself fastidious. Mostly. His mum never stopped remarking on how particular he was. His coworkers still thought of him as a neat freak, even though he sometimes came back after lunch with smudges of dirt in odd places.
His lover on the other hand, saw a side of Percy Weasley no one else had ever been privy to. Neville, well Neville had several words for Percy, not the least of which was perfect.
I hope you like it, knic... Merry Christmas!
Title: Fastidious
Pairing: Percy/Neville
Word count: 1300
Summary: Percy is known as many things...
Rating: R
Fastidious
If you were to ask Percy Weasley to describe himself, he would invariably say, fastidious. Indeed, he took great pride in keeping his flat and office spotless. As for himself, of course he kept clean, but he also watched what he ate, got plenty of exercise, and drank nothing but water or tea. Yes, Percy was quite proud to say he was fastidious.
Now, if you asked Percy’s mother, Molly, to describe her third son, she would claim that he was particular. He’d always liked things just so. His clothes were of certain brands, his home was furnished tastefully, and even the owl he kept for post was professionally trained.
Regardless of how Molly regarded her son, Percy’s coworkers at the Ministry viewed him a bit differently. Percy knew he was called neat freak, and tight ass, and prude, but those names didn’t bother him, really. After all, better to be known as those things than slob or oaf. Why would he go out on a Friday evening with the likes of them when he could be setting his office to rights, making sure his files were impeccable, and outlining his schedule for the next day?
That he always worked Saturdays was a bone of contention for his coworkers. But what did Percy care if they were jealous of his success? If they wanted pay raises or promotions, they could put in the hours he did. Nothing was ever gained from whining, after all.
On this particular Friday evening, Percy had just set up his itinerary for the next day (arrive in office at eight, draft thread-count memo by nine…) when Adrian Pucey stuck his disheveled head in the door. “Hey, Weasley. I was supposed to check out that new gardening business today, but I got behind. Since it’s on your way home, could you stop by? Just make sure the owner’s not growing any banned plants. Okay?” The goon marched into Percy’s office and threw a file onto his desk, its contents spilling everywhere. “Thanks.” He walked out the door before Percy could protest.
Percy checked his watch and sighed. Perhaps the owner of-he checked the file-Longbottom’s Plants and Extracts, would still be at work. Percy plucked his cloak from the hook on the back of the door, locked his office, and set out at a brisk walk down the streets of London. Part way to Longbottom’s he realized the name sounded familiar. He checked the file-sure enough, Neville Longbottom, that clumsy, plump kid who was in Ron’s year at Hogwarts. Marvelous. Percy sighed yet again. That was all he needed, a former Gryffindor who’d think Percy should go easy on him because of old house loyalty. As if.
Percy rechecked the file when he found himself standing in front of an old warehouse. This couldn’t be a plant nursery. Surely not! But the addresses matched, so he knocked smartly on the door.
“Yeah. Hold on. ‘M coming.” The door opened moments later to reveal the same round face Percy remembered from Hogwarts. The dirt smudges even seemed familiar.
“Longbottom, I’m Percy Weasley, here for your Ministry inspection. I’ll need to see…”
“Percy! Of course I know who you are. Come in!” Longbottom reached out a filthy hand and pulled Percy in by his sleeve. He then seemed oblivious when Percy inspected for damage as soon as his person was unhanded. “You’ll find I have everything in order. I’m running a legitimate business. None of that illegal stuff for me. My constitution wouldn’t handle such stress.”
Percy could only nod. He didn’t remember Longbottom being so chatty. Though the man did have a nice voice…
“I suppose you’d like to see the greenhouses and my files, eh? Right this way.”
Following Longbottom through the dark, gritty warehouse, Percy finally found his voice. “How can you have a greenhouse here?”
“Artificial lighting. It’s like a miracle, really-or magic!” Longbottom turned and winked at Percy.
He really is quite cute in a round sort… No, no, no. Percy did not just think that. Clearing his throat, he chastised, “You can’t maintain enough magic to light indoor greenhouses. So much power in the middle of London could have serious effects.”
Longbottom laughed. “I was only joking about the magic. Seriously, these muggle-made artificial lights are amazing. You can turn any space into a greenhouse, really.” He pushed through a door and Percy followed him into a room that shone like the outdoors at noon on a sunny day. The heat and humidity had Percy almost wishing he was one of those people who could loosen his tie. But he wasn’t. Absolutely not.
For the next half hour, Percy listened as Longbottom explained the species he was growing, their care, and uses. Percy was pleasantly surprised at how knowledgeable Longbottom was. Unfortunately, however, Percy’s mind kept wandering. Thoughts such as, I’d like to squeeze his bum, and his lips are gorgeous,, had Percy missing much of what was being said.
Percy frowned. It wasn’t at all like him to be so unprofessional.
And why in Merlin’s name was his penis twitching? He wasn’t scheduled to take care of that little problem until tomorrow night.
It only got worse when they left the greenhouse for Longbottom’s office. The man’s office and living quarters were one and the same: kitchen table next to filing cabinet, desk next to bed.
“Here, let me clean up a little and then I’ll pull my invoices for you, yeah?” Longbottom plunged his hands into soapy water and performed a rather shoddy washing job. Percy couldn’t help but notice the dirt still packed under short fingernails, or the streak of grime that was left running up Longbottom’s left arm.
Instead of shuddering at the sight, Percy found himself wondering what it would feel like to have those hands, dirty fingernails be damned, on his body. Everywhere.
His penis did more than twitch at that thought. It very nearly jumped.
Percy licked his lips. He brought his gaze from Longbottom’s hands to his face. The man was staring back. If Percy wasn’t mistaken, and he rarely was, Longbottom looked as hungry as Percy felt. Percy shook his head and said, “Yes… the files, yes.”
Instead of turning left toward the file cabinet, Longbottom stepped forward.
Percy, unaccountably, did the same.
Longbottom-Neville-wrapped a beefy hand into the front of Percy’s robes and pulled.
Percy didn’t even look down to see if the fabric was wrinkling.
Neville pressed their bodies together with one hand and wound his other (with those dirty, sexy fingernails) into Percy’s hair.
Percy didn’t worry for a moment that he was getting mussed.
And when Neville’s lips met his, Percy didn’t even stop to wonder when the other man had last brushed his teeth.
Amazing.
And then it was panting and racing hearts. It was mouths everywhere with hands following. It was saliva, and sweat, and sperm, and…
Wonderful…
Percy woke up hours later on Neville’s bed, still naked. His bum felt stretched, but that was expected, really. But a sticky body was not acceptable. He started to climb out of bed to find the bathroom, but his partner (lover?) groaned and snuggled against his side.
Oh! And a body that was rounder, squishier, than Percy’s was quite nice, really, wasn’t it?
*******
After that fateful Friday night, Percy still considered himself fastidious. Mostly. His mum never stopped remarking on how particular he was. His coworkers still thought of him as a neat freak, even though he sometimes came back after lunch with smudges of dirt in odd places.
His lover on the other hand, saw a side of Percy Weasley no one else had ever been privy to. Neville, well Neville had several words for Percy, not the least of which was perfect.