The Dark is Hogwarts - FFA Post #311
Will Stanton should have been at Hogwarts at the exact same time as Lily Evans and James Potter. The Drew siblings were the steadfast foundation of the Ravenclaw social order. No one even noticed Bran Davies albinism. They had fought and won their secret war before the Potters even figured out that Voldemort was returning.
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The rest of the team must have agreed, because they began to applaud, which was pretty embarrassing. On the other hand, it was making Varly turn red, too, and Matt was glad that for once he wasn’t the only one.
“Jeez, you guys,” the goalie complained, ducking his head. “Okay, okay, I do it.” He grinned at Matt. “Okay, so . . . make Dutchy naked, then.” He waved an imperious hand like he wanted the guys to unwrap his candy for him.
Pauly saluted and looked stern. “We’re on it,” he said, and before Matt knew what was happening he had several guys pinning him to the bed and unbuttoning his clothes while he laughed, squirming. He was pretty sure Pauly was going out of his way to get Matt in all the places he knew to be ticklish as he undressed him.
“Pauly! Knock it off! Stop that,” he spluttered, snickering.
Pauly gave him his widest, most devilsh smile. “Who, me? What am I doing?” he skittered a finger along Matt’s ribs. “It’s not my fault you’re so sensitive. I mean, I’m barely touching you.” Matt was snorting, and contorting himself, trying to get away from Pauly’s impish fingertips.
“Hey, he say I go first,” Varly said crossly. “Don’t be . . . don’t be all hands on him.”
“Handsy?” Pauly laughed. “Am I getting too handsy with your man?”
Varly was blushing, but didn’t back down. “Yes,” he said in a very definite voice, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Uh-oh, looks like Varly’s turning into a diva just ‘cuz Matty likes him best.” Stastny backed off all the same, sitting back on his haunches. “All right, he’s all yours.”
Matt was nude now, except for his underwear, but all the laughter had set him at ease, put him back to feeling comfortable with the guys. He was sprawled out on his back with Varly near his head. He looked at him, upside-down, and grinned. “So how do you wanna do this?”
The goaltender narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, giving him a rather intimidating expression. “Hands and knees,” he decided.
Oh! Oh! Also! I thought of a title for it! And I really like it! Everything Went In For Us Tonight hahah, sorry, I'm just not good at titles, so I'm delighted to have come up with one.
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