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I suspect some people might stab me with spoons for this... Apologies in advance.
Adrian/Ravenclaws galore!
Rated R
650wds
the_second_war and very AU
Something To Do
The sixth year Ravenclaw boys are an odd lot. Adrian can't help but notice this; it's obvious and rather intriguing. There's something about scholarly lads that interests him inexplicably, especially when they're all so shaggable.
It starts with Terry Boot and a surprise blow job behind the stands. Boot looks right on his knees, and Adrian really doesn't mind being waylaid and sucked off, not when it's that good. Afterwards Adrian wonders what brought it on, but since Boot shows no sign of ever doing it again he chalks it up to restless boredom.
He doesn't think of it again, not until he wanders into the Ravenclaw changerooms looking for someone else entirely and catches the Ravenclaw Keeper alone in the showers, wet and bruised and frustrated. Adrian blinks, smirks, and strips, and the Ravenclaw (Cornfoot?) stares at him, speechless right up to the moment he finds himself pinned against the tiles.
"What are you--" but he breaks off with a moan when Adrian wraps a hand around his cock, and that's all Cornfoot can manage until he comes on Adrian's stomach, startled and pink with embarrassment.
That doesn't lead anywhere either, and Adrian marks it off in his head: one blow-job, one hand-job, three bookish sixth years to go.
Now it's a game, a something-to-do between lessons and homework and Quidditch practice. He lays bets with himself, which is rather pointless, about which of the others will be next.
It turns out to be last of the Quidditch lads, the bouncy one, and he's so incredibly pretty and innocence-defiled that Adrian can't help himself, sliding down to tug Goldstein's trousers open with his teeth. His victim gasps and giggles, fingers winding in Adrian's hair and afterwards they kiss and kiss and snuggle each other for ages. Every time Goldstein sees him after that he grins and Adrian winks at him, but Adrian has other things to do so he lets it go.
Michael Corner is the hardest, hard to get alone, hard to flirt with, hard to lure into a dusty corridor, and then not so hard to grope and fondle. They never manage to get under each other's clothes, just rub and rub and throb, and when Corner comes he makes the most amazing noises, looking so unspeakably confused that Adrian has to bury his face in Corner's shoulder to keep from laughing. No grins from him in the corridors, only blushes and stammering hellos and Adrian thinks it's just too funny.
Which leaves the other one, who hides behind books and slouches around the place alternately not making eye-contact and glaring at everyone. He's suspicious, wary, prickly and rude, and Adrian wonders if, maybe, it isn't worth the effort, but it turns out to take nothing more elaborate than a winning smile to open him up and expose his weaknesses.
When he finally does drag the boy into an unused classroom Adrian is taken by surprise. It's so easy to kiss him gasping and breathless, to tease him out of his clothes and bend him over a desk, and he's a virgin which is wonderfully delicious and so very wrong that Adrian forgets himself and says some things he doesn't really mean.
It isn't until he's pulled on his clothes that it occurs to him that he might have gone a bit too far. The boy gazes at him with a sort of hopeful broken-hearted yearning, and Adrian feels ever so slightly guilty.
"So ... um ... d'you want ... I mean, I bet you, you don't, but I ... that was ... and I'd really," but Adrian doesn't want to hear it, not now, and mutters an excuse. The Ravenclaw bites his lip and nods as if he hadn't really expected anything else. " ... 'kay. I ... I guess I'll see you around then, Adrian?" and Adrian realises that he never even knew the boy's name.
(What do we think, rather weak on the dismount?)
Adrian/Ravenclaws galore!
Rated R
650wds
the_second_war and very AU
Something To Do
The sixth year Ravenclaw boys are an odd lot. Adrian can't help but notice this; it's obvious and rather intriguing. There's something about scholarly lads that interests him inexplicably, especially when they're all so shaggable.
It starts with Terry Boot and a surprise blow job behind the stands. Boot looks right on his knees, and Adrian really doesn't mind being waylaid and sucked off, not when it's that good. Afterwards Adrian wonders what brought it on, but since Boot shows no sign of ever doing it again he chalks it up to restless boredom.
He doesn't think of it again, not until he wanders into the Ravenclaw changerooms looking for someone else entirely and catches the Ravenclaw Keeper alone in the showers, wet and bruised and frustrated. Adrian blinks, smirks, and strips, and the Ravenclaw (Cornfoot?) stares at him, speechless right up to the moment he finds himself pinned against the tiles.
"What are you--" but he breaks off with a moan when Adrian wraps a hand around his cock, and that's all Cornfoot can manage until he comes on Adrian's stomach, startled and pink with embarrassment.
That doesn't lead anywhere either, and Adrian marks it off in his head: one blow-job, one hand-job, three bookish sixth years to go.
Now it's a game, a something-to-do between lessons and homework and Quidditch practice. He lays bets with himself, which is rather pointless, about which of the others will be next.
It turns out to be last of the Quidditch lads, the bouncy one, and he's so incredibly pretty and innocence-defiled that Adrian can't help himself, sliding down to tug Goldstein's trousers open with his teeth. His victim gasps and giggles, fingers winding in Adrian's hair and afterwards they kiss and kiss and snuggle each other for ages. Every time Goldstein sees him after that he grins and Adrian winks at him, but Adrian has other things to do so he lets it go.
Michael Corner is the hardest, hard to get alone, hard to flirt with, hard to lure into a dusty corridor, and then not so hard to grope and fondle. They never manage to get under each other's clothes, just rub and rub and throb, and when Corner comes he makes the most amazing noises, looking so unspeakably confused that Adrian has to bury his face in Corner's shoulder to keep from laughing. No grins from him in the corridors, only blushes and stammering hellos and Adrian thinks it's just too funny.
Which leaves the other one, who hides behind books and slouches around the place alternately not making eye-contact and glaring at everyone. He's suspicious, wary, prickly and rude, and Adrian wonders if, maybe, it isn't worth the effort, but it turns out to take nothing more elaborate than a winning smile to open him up and expose his weaknesses.
When he finally does drag the boy into an unused classroom Adrian is taken by surprise. It's so easy to kiss him gasping and breathless, to tease him out of his clothes and bend him over a desk, and he's a virgin which is wonderfully delicious and so very wrong that Adrian forgets himself and says some things he doesn't really mean.
It isn't until he's pulled on his clothes that it occurs to him that he might have gone a bit too far. The boy gazes at him with a sort of hopeful broken-hearted yearning, and Adrian feels ever so slightly guilty.
"So ... um ... d'you want ... I mean, I bet you, you don't, but I ... that was ... and I'd really," but Adrian doesn't want to hear it, not now, and mutters an excuse. The Ravenclaw bites his lip and nods as if he hadn't really expected anything else. " ... 'kay. I ... I guess I'll see you around then, Adrian?" and Adrian realises that he never even knew the boy's name.
(What do we think, rather weak on the dismount?)