August 13 - A night out with the team

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Oliver turned the music on soft and tossed the towel that he'd been using to dry his hair onto the bed. Fred would be there any minute and he was late getting dressed. He'd worked his arse off during practice again today and had a few more bruises to show for it. At least they were going out with some of the team, so he'd not be the only one there

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Fred had been unsure what one wore to "party with the team" so he'd settled on his own dragonhide pants, a T-shirt and soft boots. He'd gone back and grabbed a robe at the last minute in case trousers were not the thing.

He wandered into Oliver's room to find them man naked, bent over, rumaging in his closet. Fred crossed the room in two fast strides and pressed himself up against Oliver, putting his hands on his hips. "Well, Keeper, I'm fine with your bum looking just the way it does, frankly. If this is a ploy to keep us home..." Fred chuckled. "Turn around and kiss me, will you?"

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Oliver grinned and pressed back into him as he stood. He turned in the circle of his arms, slipping his own arms around his neck. "'Lo, Gorgeous," he murmured, pressing his lips against Fred's. "Miss me?" He pulled back to look at him. "You look good enough to eat. Who'd you get all dressed up for? I swear, if it was to impress Reese, the bloody showboat, I'll punch him on principle." Reese was the captain, and a bloody bastard-- but he was a very good looking bastard, and he knew it. He smiled and hugged him close. "How are you? How was your day," he asked, kissing him again.

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"I didn't know what to wear, brought a robe too, in case this was wrong. Don't know who this Reese person is, but I kind of like this possessive streak." Fred kissed him, slipping his hand down to squeeze Oliver's arse. "However, if you show up like this and said bloke looks at you I'll punch 'im. S'pose I should let you go." Rather than doing that, however, Fred leaned into Oliver and kissed him deeply.

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"Captain. You've seen him, he's hard to miss," Oliver murmured, sliding his hands into Fred's hair. "He's a prat, and he looks at everyone with a pulse like that, so prepare yourself. I'll help you punch him." Fred was warm against him, the trousers soft against his drying skin. "Mmmm, don't want you to let me go. Thought about you all day, you know? Everytime I moved I could feel you in me... drove me mad wanting you."

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Fred blushed scarlet. He could feel the heat starting in his chest at Oliver's final comment. "You're Captain, far 's I'm concerned." Fred ran his hands up Oliver's naked back, then back down to his arse, and repeated the process, including his arms and the tops of his thighs in his explorations. "Love the way you feel." Fred moved lastly to gently cup those perfect cheeks, fingertips resting just along the crease. "Didn't hurt you, did I? I know a couple of spells that could ease that." Fred was used to the ache, missed it when it left him, but he also didn't spend his days on a broom.

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Oliver watched the color spread over his neck and face and he grinned widely at him. "God, you're beautiful." He leaned in and kissed his lips, his cheek, his throat. "You didn't hurt me," he whispered, pressing more kisses to the warm blushing skin. "And I don't want a spell. Wanted to feel you. Loved every second of it."

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Fred smiled, bending his knees, locking his arms under Oliver's tush and standing, pulling his boyfriend off his feet. "You are the beautiful one. 's not fair, you know. I have my arms full of georgous naked man and I'm going to burst out of this trousers. You should either get dressed or undress me for a little pre-party, party." Fred walked backwards until he could press Oliver against the nearest wall, whereupon he bent his head and pulled a warm clean nipple into his mouth.

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Oliver tossed his head back against the wall and groaned as warm wetness engulfed his nipple. "Oh," he whimpered, feeling his cock fill as Fred's belly pressed against him. "'m too heavy for... oh... do that again..."

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Fred didn't reply, moving his head to the other side and kissing, licking, sucking and finally biting the other nipple. "Fuck!" he hissed, feeling Oliver's length grow and harden against his stomach. "Gonna get jiz on my shirt, lover." He took the nipple back in his mouth and shifted one hand to slide between Oliver's cheeks until his fingers just brushed the back of his balls. "Want you in me," he growled, "cuddled last night and never fucked me." He should either set Oliver down and go splash some cold water on his face or he should take off the shirt, and everything else. He decided to let Oliver decide and moved up to suck on that tempting pulse point.

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Oliver slid down, his feet touching the ground and he was moving at once, guiding Fred back across the room, pushing him down onto the bed. He followed him down, thrusting against him as soon as their bodies pressed together. "God, yes," he hissed, kissing him deep, sweeping his tongue inside Fred's mouth. His fingers went to the ties on his trousers, tugging them lose. "Want to fuck you, want that so much."

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Fred shifted, bucking Oliver up and off of him. "Let me." He shoved his trousers down to mid thigh, and flipped his legs up over his head, thankful that he'd always been flexible and trying to remember if they'd ever done it this way. "Try not to get come on my shirt."

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Oliver nearly came all over him and he reached down to grab his balls, tugging roughly. "Fuck." Fred's arse was lifted up, his hole exposed, pink and tight. His balls were drawn up against his body and his cock tip was pressing against his stomach. Oliver wanted to devour him. He groaned, leaning in, shoving his tongue inside him with no preamble, pushing as fucking deep as he could, trembling with want.

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"Oh Merlin, God!" Fred reached to pull his own shirt up to his chin, at least in the front. His position didn't allow him much movement but he groaned, stomach clenching and cock jerking as Oliver tasted him. "Just... oh you're... use... mmmmm.... spell..." His head trashed against the pillows and Fred whined, wanting Oliver in him NOW.

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He dug his fingers into Fred's arse, spreading him obscenely as he ate him out. "Oh," he gasped, slurping around his hole before pulling back and grabbing Fred's wand and diving back in, unable to tear his mouth away. "God, you're..." he pulled back panting, whispereing the spell and slicking himself as well with trembling fingers. "Gorgeous," he hissed as he lined himself up and pushed in fully in one sharp, deep thrust.

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Fred keened, pressing his head back into the bed and clenching instinctively around Oliver. This, of course, increased the burn and he felt full, so full, so hot, so.... He was beyond speech in an instant, hands going to grab onto Oliver's biceps as his lover's balls slammed into his arse. He nodded, licked his lips, gasped and made what he hoped were encouraging noises. Oliver looked amazing, and felt even better. Fred wondered if the team would notice if he was limping when the arrived. The thought made him smile even broader.

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The possition didn't allow him to lean forward, but it was going to happen to fast to matter. He was completely out of control, thrusting roughly at once, his fingers digging into Fred's hips as he held him still, wanting to fuck him through the mattress. "God, you're so fucking tight, always so tight. Never seem to loosen up at all, no matter how many times I fuck you," he murmured, tilting his head back and staring down at Fred through heavily lidded eyes. "You're perfect."