Post party private party, August 14th, early, early

[gredisfred]

Fred had made himself a sandwich, made one for Oliver, and plopped himself down on the sofa to eat and watch his wall. It was still raining softly over his head, stopping just out of reach. He thought the colors were relaxing, and the bit of moment combined with the bit of buzz was terribly lovely. "Don't know why no one likes this.." he

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[gredisfred]

"What things?" Fred tried to make the question sound casual. He leaned over to grab a crisp and pop it into his mouth. He personally thought the captain was just jealous.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver shrugged. "I'd liked to have known him without all this, you know? Just... he might have been a good friend if not for all this complete crap."

[gredisfred]

Fred was not certain which one of them might have been a good friend. "Who?" He thought Oliver meant Flynn, but he wasn't certain.

[reservekeeper]

"Flynn. He reminds me of myself in a lot of ways. Only... well, he's more of a desire to please than I do. He never fights, where as I'm too bloody stubborn to do anything but."

[gredisfred]

"Which likely makes him both more and less of a target, right?" Fred refilled Oliver's glass and his own. "He as good on a broom as you are? Seems like you already are friends. I don't mind if you have friends, love. You know that, right? That I don't expect you to spend every moment not on the pitch with me? I trust you. I just want you to be happy."

[reservekeeper]

"It makes him more of a target when I'm not around to attract attention away from him," he said bitterly. Sighing, he took another bite. "He's good. Real good. And we're... I don't know, Fred. We've never hung out sober. We took care of each other out of necessity, nothing more."

[gredisfred]

Fred knawed on his lip for a bit. "I guess we could knock off your Captain. Try to get Flynn a steady lover?" Fred shook his head. "I dunno. I'm glad someone takes care of you when I'm not around. He's welcome to hang with us. They all are."

[reservekeeper]

"I just wish Flynn would see that he doesn't have to do that shit all the time. That it's okay to be sober once in a while." He shrugged. "I'm just feeling a bit guilty, you were right. But not cause of him, or anything he did. I'm glad you got on with him."

[gredisfred]

"He seems like a nice guy," Fred scooted closer to Oliver and wrapped an arm around him, leaning into his lover. "Anything I can do?"

[reservekeeper]

"Love me," he said at once. "Let me love you." He smiled and kissed Fred, soft and careful. "Finish eating. You're going to need your strength."

[gredisfred]

"Forever. Forever and ever." Fred ate his last bite and smiled. "I can't wait to need my strength."

[reservekeeper]

Oliver finished off his water and placed everything onto the coffee table before standing and holding his hand out to Fred. "Come to bed with me? Please?"

[gredisfred]

Fred took the hand, letting Oliver pull him up and into his arms. "Never have to ask me twice, Captain."

[reservekeeper]

He smiled at the name and pulled Fred after him into the bedroom, turning at once to take him into his arms. "You're amazing, you know that. And you impressed everyone, standing up to Reese like you did."

[gredisfred]

Fred chuckled. "That wasn't why I stood up to him. He pissed me off. You know me, I'm a Weasley. Plus, if he ever came after me I'd just hex him. Betting he's like Charlie and he'd try to hit me, still seemed mostly bluster to me." Fred kissed Oliver's jaw. "What'er you going to do to with me, handsome?"

[reservekeeper]

"He is a lot of bluster. But he's got a mean streak. And well, we can't hex him. He's our boss more or less. I do punch back after hours though. And he knows it."

Oliver's fingers strayed to the hem of Fred's shirt, pulling it up and letting his fingers move over warm, soft skin. "I'm going to make you beg," he said quietly.