Next day at the pitch

[gredisfred]

Fred bribed the gate guard and snuck up into the stands. He had a strange yen for Mexican food and he'd decided to come grab Oliver and spirit him away. After practice, of course. Seeing Oliver on a broom was always a good thing. He counted more than once and came up with only six players. He mastered his expression and took a seat near one of

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[gredisfred]

"I think that might be pushing our luck a bit much." Fred cut the last visible bite in half and popped a portion into his mouth. "Anything else around here we should eat? Or do you want to finish the drinks, get a check and find someplace less public to be? This has been wonderful, by the way. Thank you."

[reservekeeper]

"I want you to myself," he said, finishing the plate off and draining his glass. "And we don't have to do that by the way," he said, smiling and kissing him. "Not even at home if you dont' want. Now finish up. I plan to make you come again tonight, and I'd like to get started."

[gredisfred]

Fred pulled out his wallet, fishing for Muggle bills even as he signaled the waiter. "We can do anything you want. Love to touch you, love it when you touch me."

Fred nodded a thanks to the man, glanced briefly at the bill and handed the man several 20 pound notes. "No change, thank you."

[reservekeeper]

"I'd have paid," Oliver said, standing and pulling Fred to his feet. "Let's go home. I love you, you know that?" He led him to the door and out toward the area they'd apparated into.

[gredisfred]

"'s nice to treat you once in a while." Fred let himself be led, loving the fact that Oliver's hand fit so perfectly in the small of his back. "Home," he said at last, pulling himself into Oliver's arms, "I like the sound of that."