... between a rock and a hard cock ...
(Dare Response) ... between a rock and a hard cock ...
Author: physixxx
Title: ...between a rock and a hard cock...
Warning: None, really.
Summary: Cedric catches the twins in mid-tomfoolery
Prompt: "Do you Really Need One"
Pairings: Fred/Cedric/George (in that order)
Characters: Fred, George, Cedric, and a gaggle of giggling Quidditch girls!
Written For: sesptwd
Word Count: 1647
Author's Notes-1: I use terms that were once used for Roman bathhouses, which I actually think that's what the Hogwarts Founders would have used, since they would have been alive around that time, methinks. Plus, it's cooler than just calling it 'a shower'. ;wink;
Author's Notes-2: Originally posted on hpdrabble_dares. Decided to re-post here to archive permanently.
Third-year Cedric Diggory wanted nothing more than to be on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. So much so, he agreed to be the team’s ‘manager’, which really only meant having more responsibilities than should be humanly allowed.
He had to make sure the balneum remained clean and the equipment properly locked up. But, he doesn’t mind, really. He gets to hear all of Tibbet Witherbee’s speeches, privy to all of their plays, and can watch as they train. Sometimes, when one of the team-mates is ill and cannot make it to train sessions, he gets to stand in for them.
The girls on the Ravenclaw team decided to scrimmage with the Hufflepuff girls (which was happening more frequently seeing as sometimes, the boys would monopolize the field). Cedric, being the head manager, volunteered to make sure the balneum was fit for the girls. That meant cleaning spells for the women’s showers and proper heating charms on the tepidarium (warm bath) and the caldarium (hot bath) while they practiced, so it would be ready for them.
Making sure that the locker rooms were properly stocked with towels, Cedric was about to check on the in-chamber (the room below the showers where the coals for the caldarium and tepidarium were heated) when he heard whispers in the hallway.
“Certainly they’re not done already,” he thought as he made his way to investigate.
Sticking his head out of the door and peering down the vestibule, he heard scurrying from the opposite end of the hall. He turned in time to see a pair of shoes entering the chamber that housed the tepidarium. But those weren’t girls’ shoes he saw. Besides, he could still hear them practicing outside.
Stepping into the hallway, he heard a giggle, then another voice whisper, “Hurry, before they come.”
Cedric recognized those voices: Fred and George.
“Why, those little buggers,” he said, exasperatingly as he huffed after them.
He could already feel the warmth from the coals burning in the chamber underneath when he made it to the trepidarium. Entering the showers, he saw the door along the far wall in front of him close.
“What in bloody hell...?”
Cedric walked over to the door and could hear the frantic whispers of Fred and George arguing. Wrenching the door open, Cedric saw the twins facing each other with a shocked look on their face.
“Oh, Cedric,” one of them said, his expression turning lascivious.
“Here to see the show, then?” asked the other, matching his sibling’s mischievous air.
“What in Godric’s name do you two think you’re doing here?” Cedric asked with his hands on his hips, tapping one of his feet rapidly.
“We could give you a list of excuses”
“-and reasons”
“-but do you really need one?”
“Besides, we would have”
“-thought that it”
“-would be perfectly clear”
“-by now”
“-what we are about to do, really.”
A semi-disgusted scowl crept up on Cedric’s face as he realized exactly what they were doing.
“Oh, this is low,” he said, shaking his head. “Even for you lot.”
The twins began to defend their honour vehemently when Cedric held up his hand and cocked his head to the side, whispering “Shh!”
They stood silent, listening hard. Soon, it was clear that they were hearing the girl giggles getting louder and louder.
“Quick, someone’s coming,” Cedric said in a hushed voice, “get out, now!”
“No, you get in,” the twins whispered at once, each grabbing one of Cedric’s arms and pulling him in the closet.
“Oh, no,” Cedric thought as the door slammed closed behind him, “what have I gotten myself into???”
•Š•
“Oi, Fred! You can see the entrance better than I.”
“Ahh, here they come! I knew they wouldn’t want a hot bath.”
“Ack! All tits ‘n’ arse, that one!”
“Blimey, legs straight up to her neck!”
“Will you keep it down?! They’ll hear you!” Cedric whispered in a loud, sibilant hiss.
In an old, rarely used closet in the girls’ trepidarium, the twins settled Cedric between them. It was a tight fit and dark. When Cedric felt shelves poking his side, he realized the brilliance of their plan: the twins could see out of the space between the door and the wall, the small crack of open space where light shone through. Cedric, on the other hand, was trapped - sandwiched snug between the two third-years, his back pressed against one and his chest against the other.
Cedric could see Fred squinting as he peered through the crack on his side of the door. Suddenly, his expression contorted into one of pure excitement as he began to giggle exuberantly, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.
“Ack! Look at the arse on that one?”
“Julietta? She's a butter face.”
“Butter face?”
“Everything's fit about her... but her face.”
“Oh hoy! Good one!”
“Shh!” Cedric whispered, “They’ll hear us!”
The clamour of giggling, gossiping girls grew louder before being drowned out by the spray of water through the shower faucets.
“Look at the knockers on that one,” George asked from behind.
“I knew Jessica shaved,” Fred whispered with a giggle, “Nature don’t shape ‘em like that.”
Cedric’s mouth opened in horror. He couldn’t believe they were talking so casually about other people’s bits and pieces.
“Oh, is that Marietta Edgecombe?” Fred asked.
“I think so... ooh, look! I told you. Permanent T.H.Os that one.”
Cedric grimaced, “Oh, you lot are disgusting.”
But something was happening to Cedric. He constantly felt George’s moist, hot breath dancing along the nape of his neck. And, when Fred turned to speak Cedric could feel his hot breath on his face, too. He closed his eyes and concentrated on keeping his heart rate (and his cock) down.
It was no use.
“Oh, there’s Angelina,” whispered George, excitedly.
“Oi! Eyes off,” Fred admonished, “I’m gonna marry that one, I am.”
“She’d have little to do with the likes of you,” Cedric said, jokingly - or was it ‘jealously’.
“Point,” Fred said with a smile before returning to look through the crack.
Suddenly - almost too sudden, in fact - the three boys were quiet, save for their hard breathing. Cedric closed his eyes, again then jerked when he felt something hard pressing against his arse. He tensed at first before relaxing, his own cock hardening against Fred’s groin.
“Oh, no,” Cedric thought, “not now!!!”
•Š•
Cedric felt George rest his hands on his hips, pulling him closer and grinding into the crack of his arse. He let out a low guttural moan, which caught Fred’s attention. Sparse though the lighting was, it was enough to show Fred’s eyes narrow as he surveyed Cedric. A wide, shite-eating grin stretched across his face as he pushed his hips out, pressing them against Cedric’s groin before returning his gaze through the crack.
Reaching behind him, Cedric took a handful of George’s arse and pulled him tight against his back, making rotating movements with his hips; these coincided with both twins’ movements. They seemed conjoined by one rhythmic cadence, Cedric losing himself in the hot, moist breath hitting him from all sides.
It was hypnotic until Fred broke the trance by reaching under Cedric’s shirt, gently caressing the soft flesh underneath. Cedric’s breath hitched when nimble fingers latch on to his nipples, twisting and pulling almost to pain. George’s hands crept around Cedric’s waist and began to rub at his crotch, occasionally gripping at the hardened cock hidden in his too-tight trousers.
Cedric was lost, enjoying the feeling of four hands groping his body, touching him in ways he’s only touched himself. Somehow through all the pleasure, he managed to hear one of the girls speak above the showers and the giggling (man, do they giggle!).
“Oi, Angelina! Where’s the towels?”
“Wasn’t Cedric supposed to have them ready?”
“Isn't that the closet right there?”
“I bet there’s some extras in there, yeah?”
Suddenly, the door swung open and three hot and bothered - not to mention quite shocked and dishevelled - boys fell to the floor, to the alarm and horror of the girls in the shower.
Screams filled the room; girls covered their bits and pieces and scurried out of the shower. Of the ones who remained, Marietta and Angelina (who had opened the closet door and was standing beside the fallen boys, glaring down at them) remained dauntless.
"What do you think you doing?" Angelina screamed, hands on hips.
Fred looked at the firm, fit form of Angelina, with her creamy brown skin and flowing black hair, stuck to various parts of her body by her wetness. Her nipples shot straight out, as if they were army officers saluting their superior.
He licked his lips, "I can give you a millions reasons... but do you really need one?"
If he didn't know better, he could have sworn he saw the corners of Angelina's lip twitch.
“Why you little...!” Marietta seemed at a loss for words, looking back and forth between George and Cedric as she grabbed the two lads by the ears and lifted them bodily from the wet floor.
“Ow!” Cedric exclaimed with a grimace.
“Gedd’orf me!” shouted George.
“You will be rue the day you pulled this little stunt, you!” Marietta proclaimed, dragging the boys with her out of the shower, starkers and dripping wet.
Fred began to follow but a hand pressed firmly against his chest. His eyes shot to Angelina’s, who was looking behind her to the shower room's entranceway. Once she was assured they were alone -- and forgotten -- she slowly turned to face her captive.
A leer stretched across her voluminous brown lips as she pushed Fred back in the closet. “In you go, then,” she said, turning around and backing into the cupboard.
If anyone were left in the showers after she closed the door, they would have heard more giggling followed by a very happy boy's exclamation, “Ohhh... An-ge-li-na!”
•fin•
Author: physixxx
Title: ...between a rock and a hard cock...
Warning: None, really.
Summary: Cedric catches the twins in mid-tomfoolery
Prompt: "Do you Really Need One"
Pairings: Fred/Cedric/George (in that order)
Characters: Fred, George, Cedric, and a gaggle of giggling Quidditch girls!
Written For: sesptwd
Word Count: 1647
Author's Notes-1: I use terms that were once used for Roman bathhouses, which I actually think that's what the Hogwarts Founders would have used, since they would have been alive around that time, methinks. Plus, it's cooler than just calling it 'a shower'. ;wink;
Author's Notes-2: Originally posted on hpdrabble_dares. Decided to re-post here to archive permanently.
Third-year Cedric Diggory wanted nothing more than to be on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. So much so, he agreed to be the team’s ‘manager’, which really only meant having more responsibilities than should be humanly allowed.
He had to make sure the balneum remained clean and the equipment properly locked up. But, he doesn’t mind, really. He gets to hear all of Tibbet Witherbee’s speeches, privy to all of their plays, and can watch as they train. Sometimes, when one of the team-mates is ill and cannot make it to train sessions, he gets to stand in for them.
The girls on the Ravenclaw team decided to scrimmage with the Hufflepuff girls (which was happening more frequently seeing as sometimes, the boys would monopolize the field). Cedric, being the head manager, volunteered to make sure the balneum was fit for the girls. That meant cleaning spells for the women’s showers and proper heating charms on the tepidarium (warm bath) and the caldarium (hot bath) while they practiced, so it would be ready for them.
Making sure that the locker rooms were properly stocked with towels, Cedric was about to check on the in-chamber (the room below the showers where the coals for the caldarium and tepidarium were heated) when he heard whispers in the hallway.
“Certainly they’re not done already,” he thought as he made his way to investigate.
Sticking his head out of the door and peering down the vestibule, he heard scurrying from the opposite end of the hall. He turned in time to see a pair of shoes entering the chamber that housed the tepidarium. But those weren’t girls’ shoes he saw. Besides, he could still hear them practicing outside.
Stepping into the hallway, he heard a giggle, then another voice whisper, “Hurry, before they come.”
Cedric recognized those voices: Fred and George.
“Why, those little buggers,” he said, exasperatingly as he huffed after them.
He could already feel the warmth from the coals burning in the chamber underneath when he made it to the trepidarium. Entering the showers, he saw the door along the far wall in front of him close.
“What in bloody hell...?”
Cedric walked over to the door and could hear the frantic whispers of Fred and George arguing. Wrenching the door open, Cedric saw the twins facing each other with a shocked look on their face.
“Oh, Cedric,” one of them said, his expression turning lascivious.
“Here to see the show, then?” asked the other, matching his sibling’s mischievous air.
“What in Godric’s name do you two think you’re doing here?” Cedric asked with his hands on his hips, tapping one of his feet rapidly.
“We could give you a list of excuses”
“-and reasons”
“-but do you really need one?”
“Besides, we would have”
“-thought that it”
“-would be perfectly clear”
“-by now”
“-what we are about to do, really.”
A semi-disgusted scowl crept up on Cedric’s face as he realized exactly what they were doing.
“Oh, this is low,” he said, shaking his head. “Even for you lot.”
The twins began to defend their honour vehemently when Cedric held up his hand and cocked his head to the side, whispering “Shh!”
They stood silent, listening hard. Soon, it was clear that they were hearing the girl giggles getting louder and louder.
“Quick, someone’s coming,” Cedric said in a hushed voice, “get out, now!”
“No, you get in,” the twins whispered at once, each grabbing one of Cedric’s arms and pulling him in the closet.
“Oh, no,” Cedric thought as the door slammed closed behind him, “what have I gotten myself into???”
•Š•
“Oi, Fred! You can see the entrance better than I.”
“Ahh, here they come! I knew they wouldn’t want a hot bath.”
“Ack! All tits ‘n’ arse, that one!”
“Blimey, legs straight up to her neck!”
“Will you keep it down?! They’ll hear you!” Cedric whispered in a loud, sibilant hiss.
In an old, rarely used closet in the girls’ trepidarium, the twins settled Cedric between them. It was a tight fit and dark. When Cedric felt shelves poking his side, he realized the brilliance of their plan: the twins could see out of the space between the door and the wall, the small crack of open space where light shone through. Cedric, on the other hand, was trapped - sandwiched snug between the two third-years, his back pressed against one and his chest against the other.
Cedric could see Fred squinting as he peered through the crack on his side of the door. Suddenly, his expression contorted into one of pure excitement as he began to giggle exuberantly, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.
“Ack! Look at the arse on that one?”
“Julietta? She's a butter face.”
“Butter face?”
“Everything's fit about her... but her face.”
“Oh hoy! Good one!”
“Shh!” Cedric whispered, “They’ll hear us!”
The clamour of giggling, gossiping girls grew louder before being drowned out by the spray of water through the shower faucets.
“Look at the knockers on that one,” George asked from behind.
“I knew Jessica shaved,” Fred whispered with a giggle, “Nature don’t shape ‘em like that.”
Cedric’s mouth opened in horror. He couldn’t believe they were talking so casually about other people’s bits and pieces.
“Oh, is that Marietta Edgecombe?” Fred asked.
“I think so... ooh, look! I told you. Permanent T.H.Os that one.”
Cedric grimaced, “Oh, you lot are disgusting.”
But something was happening to Cedric. He constantly felt George’s moist, hot breath dancing along the nape of his neck. And, when Fred turned to speak Cedric could feel his hot breath on his face, too. He closed his eyes and concentrated on keeping his heart rate (and his cock) down.
It was no use.
“Oh, there’s Angelina,” whispered George, excitedly.
“Oi! Eyes off,” Fred admonished, “I’m gonna marry that one, I am.”
“She’d have little to do with the likes of you,” Cedric said, jokingly - or was it ‘jealously’.
“Point,” Fred said with a smile before returning to look through the crack.
Suddenly - almost too sudden, in fact - the three boys were quiet, save for their hard breathing. Cedric closed his eyes, again then jerked when he felt something hard pressing against his arse. He tensed at first before relaxing, his own cock hardening against Fred’s groin.
“Oh, no,” Cedric thought, “not now!!!”
•Š•
Cedric felt George rest his hands on his hips, pulling him closer and grinding into the crack of his arse. He let out a low guttural moan, which caught Fred’s attention. Sparse though the lighting was, it was enough to show Fred’s eyes narrow as he surveyed Cedric. A wide, shite-eating grin stretched across his face as he pushed his hips out, pressing them against Cedric’s groin before returning his gaze through the crack.
Reaching behind him, Cedric took a handful of George’s arse and pulled him tight against his back, making rotating movements with his hips; these coincided with both twins’ movements. They seemed conjoined by one rhythmic cadence, Cedric losing himself in the hot, moist breath hitting him from all sides.
It was hypnotic until Fred broke the trance by reaching under Cedric’s shirt, gently caressing the soft flesh underneath. Cedric’s breath hitched when nimble fingers latch on to his nipples, twisting and pulling almost to pain. George’s hands crept around Cedric’s waist and began to rub at his crotch, occasionally gripping at the hardened cock hidden in his too-tight trousers.
Cedric was lost, enjoying the feeling of four hands groping his body, touching him in ways he’s only touched himself. Somehow through all the pleasure, he managed to hear one of the girls speak above the showers and the giggling (man, do they giggle!).
“Oi, Angelina! Where’s the towels?”
“Wasn’t Cedric supposed to have them ready?”
“Isn't that the closet right there?”
“I bet there’s some extras in there, yeah?”
Suddenly, the door swung open and three hot and bothered - not to mention quite shocked and dishevelled - boys fell to the floor, to the alarm and horror of the girls in the shower.
Screams filled the room; girls covered their bits and pieces and scurried out of the shower. Of the ones who remained, Marietta and Angelina (who had opened the closet door and was standing beside the fallen boys, glaring down at them) remained dauntless.
"What do you think you doing?" Angelina screamed, hands on hips.
Fred looked at the firm, fit form of Angelina, with her creamy brown skin and flowing black hair, stuck to various parts of her body by her wetness. Her nipples shot straight out, as if they were army officers saluting their superior.
He licked his lips, "I can give you a millions reasons... but do you really need one?"
If he didn't know better, he could have sworn he saw the corners of Angelina's lip twitch.
“Why you little...!” Marietta seemed at a loss for words, looking back and forth between George and Cedric as she grabbed the two lads by the ears and lifted them bodily from the wet floor.
“Ow!” Cedric exclaimed with a grimace.
“Gedd’orf me!” shouted George.
“You will be rue the day you pulled this little stunt, you!” Marietta proclaimed, dragging the boys with her out of the shower, starkers and dripping wet.
Fred began to follow but a hand pressed firmly against his chest. His eyes shot to Angelina’s, who was looking behind her to the shower room's entranceway. Once she was assured they were alone -- and forgotten -- she slowly turned to face her captive.
A leer stretched across her voluminous brown lips as she pushed Fred back in the closet. “In you go, then,” she said, turning around and backing into the cupboard.
If anyone were left in the showers after she closed the door, they would have heard more giggling followed by a very happy boy's exclamation, “Ohhh... An-ge-li-na!”
•fin•