Chatlog--Oliver and Percy--Burned to embers.
Chat Fic/log between sixfootwood and true_rebellion
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
The clock chimed the hour on the seven as the embers in the fireplace changed. "ollie?"
Oliver, who'd been napping on the fireside couch, gave a startled snort and a loud call of "NOMORE NOUGAT" and sat bolt-upright, head cocked. "Perce?..." he mumbled sluggishly, rubbing at his face.
"Ollie you there?" He called
Oliver noted the softly flickering odd colours of the firelight and grinned madly, rolling from the couch to flop belly-down beside the fire, chin in his hands. "Yeah, m'here Perce...good to hear your voice.....everything a'right?" He hesitated to ask about the conference, as he'd forgotten exactly what it was about, and what Percy was doing there. Such was the attention span of Oliver when in Percy's presence.
Percy's face softened , well as much as it could do in coal and he smiled softly. "Hello." He repeated again gently. It's going well. There's wonderful speakers sucjh as um..." He trailed off.
Oliver blew gently upon the coals and watched them brighten then dim slightly. "bored out of your knickers, aren'tcha? Without me." he grinned and waggled his brows expressively, watching as an ember near Percy's left cheek flared. "when're you comin' home"
Percy smiled and glanced away. "Soon a week at most...I...Ollie I..."He breathed before looking up at him plaintively his eyes catching his again.
Oliver grinned, shimmying as close to the banked pile of embers as he could without hurting himself, his bare bellly and chest smeared with ash. "yeah...." he said in return, the soft sound echoing inside the fireplace's stone surround. "say it, Perce."
Perce looked up at him, his eyes fearful. How this man totally bared him open he was at a loss to explain. "I ...I miss you." He whispered softly
The smile spreading across Oliver's face rivalled the embers for brightness. He nodded slowly, lips quirked and replied. "wasn't so hard, was it? I miss you too, Perce, awful, I'm so pitiful. Been drinking too much, and I won't admit it to anyone else, but I slept in your bed last night--with your pillow." he gave Percy a look that said he'd best not repeat that or he'd get a severe tickling.
Percy smiled softly, "You know your quidditch jumper you can't find..." He trailed off looking at him meaningfully.
Oliver blinked slowly for a few moments, then broke out in helpless laughter. "OH YOU DIDN'T!! Hopeless!! We're both HOPELESS!"
Percy laughed before his smile faltered. "A week should not seem so far away." He whispered.
"Ah I know you're out there with your well-dressed and proper-speaking friends, probably even now, having rollicking conversations about papers and projects and how many modern cauldrons fall below recommended guidelines. You don't need me! Probably won't even notice I'm gone 'til it's time to go." He gave Percy a slightly sad smile and sat up, dusting himself off. "it's forever. Can I come get you? Right now?"
"I wish you could...I so want you to. But I can't this is important. Don't be daft I always need you. Look what happens when you're not there."
"yes well, I suppose I must stay around to make sure you don't get yourself into trouble. Such a bad seed you've turned out to be, tsk tsk." he grinned merrily and stretched his hands out, warming them by the heat of Percy's cheeks. "don't think you'll get rid of me any time soon, if this trip's any indication, Perce. I think my underwear's already mixed with yours." He darted a quick sly gaze around and leaned forward. "you alone?"
Percy glanced back and nodded, "yes" He replied confused
Oliver leaned back on one arm and ran his hand down the tight expanse of his abdomen, making clean fingerprint lines in the light dusting of ash there. He hesitated at his waistband, greygreen eyes dancing in the firelight. "are you sure, completely alone?"
Percy's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. "Ollie..."
"Percy.." he said back, whisper turned to growl as his fingertips slid into the front of his soft pyjama bottoms. "you don't want me to stop, do you?"
Percy's voice caught in his throat and he shook his head helplessly
"can't stop" he nearly groaned, pulling his hand out of his waistband by sheer force of will and cupping himself for Percy to see. The dark fabric was already tented around him, and he leaned back on one hand, rolling his hips forward to give Percy an uninterrupted view.
The coal vision bit his lip with a whimper. "Oh Ollie. " He whimpered.
"I need you."
The words poured over Oliver like molten lead, turning his blood hot and making his hips thrust forward without his permission. After a moment he squeezed himself, letting his eyes come back open to stare into the embery eyes of his boyfriend. "seven days. Seven days of me waiting for you. Like this.." Oliver pulled at the waistband of his soft pants, slowly revealing a line of sparse dark hair leading down to a close-shaved lower abdomen. The fabric shifted aside, and Oliver's cock, painted red-gold in the firelight sprang free. He didn't touch himself, not yet, just spread his legs, bracing his feet on each side of the fireplace, and watched Percy watch him.
Percy closed his eyes with a shudder before opening them up again, heavy lidded and hungry, whimpeing as the effects of what he was doing to himself showed on his face.
He could only see Percy's face, but that's all Oliver needed to know where his quiet, contemplative boyfriend's hands were. The sound wasn't that sensitive, but he could hear the soft swish of skin against skin, as if Percy were right beside him. "Merlin, Perce...can't make it a week, want you now..." He ran his fingertips along his shaft, tracing the sensitive vein beneath, groaning as familiar callouses abraded the skin. He squeezed himself at the tip and spread the sparse drop of precum down his shaft in one long, slow, slick movement.
The cry was caught in his throat as he whimpered. His mouth opening in panting pleasure.
"want that to be my hand, Perce.." Oliver panted, eyes half-lidded and glassy, mouth parting. "fuck, Perce....want to be there with you, want.....want.." he slowed his strokes, bending his knees as an intense wave of pleasure crashed over him, and he had to pause a moment to catch his breath. "want you in my mouth, imagine, yeah? Imagine you're in my mouth." He began his strokes again, as slow as he could make them, his cheekbones gaining a red flush as he imgagined Percy's hands on his prick.
Percy whimpered almost sobbing as he stroked his eyes closing as his head moved with the rocking of his body curls moving in the coals as he gasped and cried out stroking hard the edge perilously close.
"watch me" Oliver rasped above the sound of his own fist, and Percy's soft sobbing moans. "open your eyes Perce. now..watch...m--" Oliver's eyes went wide as his back bowed, taking him by suprise, his eyes locked to the flickering embers of fire-Percy's eyes. He let out a choked sound, a plea, something inbetween Percy's name and a wordless sound of pleasure, and came, gleaming streams of come splattering against the warm slate beneath his ass. One tendril touched the shimmering embers that made up Percy's lower lip and chin, and sizzled before dissipating.
Percy whimpered watching him, unable to look away before his mouth opened in a silent scream and released thick and hot slumbing into the ash
Oliver's head hung heavy against his chest, fist sicky and warm against his skin. He let out a soft huff of laughter and managed to pick his head up enough to give Percy a cheeky grin, dimples highlighted in the dwindling firelight. "tomorrow night, same time?"
Percy glanced up a smudge of ash across his cheek. "Yes." He whispered.
Oliver ran his thumb over his bottom lip, smiling around the digit. "bloody insatiable, you. Can't wait to get you home."
Percy looked up at him sighing softly. I can't wait to be home...I love you."
"love you too" Oliver replied, not hesitating one moment. He'd always thought it was a silly, female thing to say--something girls needed to loosen their legs and soothe their guilt. But for Percy, for Percy it really meant something. "'night" he yawned out, stretching. "gotta get cleaned up.....talk to you tomorrow?"
Percy nodded, "Its your fault if all I can think of is you through the next budget meeting."
"serves you right, leaving your poor Oliver all alone and wanting..." he smiled into the flames and pulled at his damp shorts. "don't let your colleagues see how much you miss me, they might take it the wrong way. And definitely don't imagine me under the table, naked and on my hands and knees, sucking you off..."
Ollie!" he complained too tired to glare at him properly
Oliver laughed mischeviously and began to get up, noting his Percy's tired look. "you're knackered, Perce. Go on, go to bed....can't have you missing any important information vital to all of wizardom.
Percy nodded before smiling softly and blowing a rare kiss. "I'll be home soon." he murmured
"I know" Oliver whispered back, watching the embers fade. "s'the only reason I'm not apparating there right now. Night, Perce."
"Good Night" He whispered before the embers cooled and he stumbled to bed
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
The clock chimed the hour on the seven as the embers in the fireplace changed. "ollie?"
Oliver, who'd been napping on the fireside couch, gave a startled snort and a loud call of "NOMORE NOUGAT" and sat bolt-upright, head cocked. "Perce?..." he mumbled sluggishly, rubbing at his face.
"Ollie you there?" He called
Oliver noted the softly flickering odd colours of the firelight and grinned madly, rolling from the couch to flop belly-down beside the fire, chin in his hands. "Yeah, m'here Perce...good to hear your voice.....everything a'right?" He hesitated to ask about the conference, as he'd forgotten exactly what it was about, and what Percy was doing there. Such was the attention span of Oliver when in Percy's presence.
Percy's face softened , well as much as it could do in coal and he smiled softly. "Hello." He repeated again gently. It's going well. There's wonderful speakers sucjh as um..." He trailed off.
Oliver blew gently upon the coals and watched them brighten then dim slightly. "bored out of your knickers, aren'tcha? Without me." he grinned and waggled his brows expressively, watching as an ember near Percy's left cheek flared. "when're you comin' home"
Percy smiled and glanced away. "Soon a week at most...I...Ollie I..."He breathed before looking up at him plaintively his eyes catching his again.
Oliver grinned, shimmying as close to the banked pile of embers as he could without hurting himself, his bare bellly and chest smeared with ash. "yeah...." he said in return, the soft sound echoing inside the fireplace's stone surround. "say it, Perce."
Perce looked up at him, his eyes fearful. How this man totally bared him open he was at a loss to explain. "I ...I miss you." He whispered softly
The smile spreading across Oliver's face rivalled the embers for brightness. He nodded slowly, lips quirked and replied. "wasn't so hard, was it? I miss you too, Perce, awful, I'm so pitiful. Been drinking too much, and I won't admit it to anyone else, but I slept in your bed last night--with your pillow." he gave Percy a look that said he'd best not repeat that or he'd get a severe tickling.
Percy smiled softly, "You know your quidditch jumper you can't find..." He trailed off looking at him meaningfully.
Oliver blinked slowly for a few moments, then broke out in helpless laughter. "OH YOU DIDN'T!! Hopeless!! We're both HOPELESS!"
Percy laughed before his smile faltered. "A week should not seem so far away." He whispered.
"Ah I know you're out there with your well-dressed and proper-speaking friends, probably even now, having rollicking conversations about papers and projects and how many modern cauldrons fall below recommended guidelines. You don't need me! Probably won't even notice I'm gone 'til it's time to go." He gave Percy a slightly sad smile and sat up, dusting himself off. "it's forever. Can I come get you? Right now?"
"I wish you could...I so want you to. But I can't this is important. Don't be daft I always need you. Look what happens when you're not there."
"yes well, I suppose I must stay around to make sure you don't get yourself into trouble. Such a bad seed you've turned out to be, tsk tsk." he grinned merrily and stretched his hands out, warming them by the heat of Percy's cheeks. "don't think you'll get rid of me any time soon, if this trip's any indication, Perce. I think my underwear's already mixed with yours." He darted a quick sly gaze around and leaned forward. "you alone?"
Percy glanced back and nodded, "yes" He replied confused
Oliver leaned back on one arm and ran his hand down the tight expanse of his abdomen, making clean fingerprint lines in the light dusting of ash there. He hesitated at his waistband, greygreen eyes dancing in the firelight. "are you sure, completely alone?"
Percy's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. "Ollie..."
"Percy.." he said back, whisper turned to growl as his fingertips slid into the front of his soft pyjama bottoms. "you don't want me to stop, do you?"
Percy's voice caught in his throat and he shook his head helplessly
"can't stop" he nearly groaned, pulling his hand out of his waistband by sheer force of will and cupping himself for Percy to see. The dark fabric was already tented around him, and he leaned back on one hand, rolling his hips forward to give Percy an uninterrupted view.
The coal vision bit his lip with a whimper. "Oh Ollie. " He whimpered.
"I need you."
The words poured over Oliver like molten lead, turning his blood hot and making his hips thrust forward without his permission. After a moment he squeezed himself, letting his eyes come back open to stare into the embery eyes of his boyfriend. "seven days. Seven days of me waiting for you. Like this.." Oliver pulled at the waistband of his soft pants, slowly revealing a line of sparse dark hair leading down to a close-shaved lower abdomen. The fabric shifted aside, and Oliver's cock, painted red-gold in the firelight sprang free. He didn't touch himself, not yet, just spread his legs, bracing his feet on each side of the fireplace, and watched Percy watch him.
Percy closed his eyes with a shudder before opening them up again, heavy lidded and hungry, whimpeing as the effects of what he was doing to himself showed on his face.
He could only see Percy's face, but that's all Oliver needed to know where his quiet, contemplative boyfriend's hands were. The sound wasn't that sensitive, but he could hear the soft swish of skin against skin, as if Percy were right beside him. "Merlin, Perce...can't make it a week, want you now..." He ran his fingertips along his shaft, tracing the sensitive vein beneath, groaning as familiar callouses abraded the skin. He squeezed himself at the tip and spread the sparse drop of precum down his shaft in one long, slow, slick movement.
The cry was caught in his throat as he whimpered. His mouth opening in panting pleasure.
"want that to be my hand, Perce.." Oliver panted, eyes half-lidded and glassy, mouth parting. "fuck, Perce....want to be there with you, want.....want.." he slowed his strokes, bending his knees as an intense wave of pleasure crashed over him, and he had to pause a moment to catch his breath. "want you in my mouth, imagine, yeah? Imagine you're in my mouth." He began his strokes again, as slow as he could make them, his cheekbones gaining a red flush as he imgagined Percy's hands on his prick.
Percy whimpered almost sobbing as he stroked his eyes closing as his head moved with the rocking of his body curls moving in the coals as he gasped and cried out stroking hard the edge perilously close.
"watch me" Oliver rasped above the sound of his own fist, and Percy's soft sobbing moans. "open your eyes Perce. now..watch...m--" Oliver's eyes went wide as his back bowed, taking him by suprise, his eyes locked to the flickering embers of fire-Percy's eyes. He let out a choked sound, a plea, something inbetween Percy's name and a wordless sound of pleasure, and came, gleaming streams of come splattering against the warm slate beneath his ass. One tendril touched the shimmering embers that made up Percy's lower lip and chin, and sizzled before dissipating.
Percy whimpered watching him, unable to look away before his mouth opened in a silent scream and released thick and hot slumbing into the ash
Oliver's head hung heavy against his chest, fist sicky and warm against his skin. He let out a soft huff of laughter and managed to pick his head up enough to give Percy a cheeky grin, dimples highlighted in the dwindling firelight. "tomorrow night, same time?"
Percy glanced up a smudge of ash across his cheek. "Yes." He whispered.
Oliver ran his thumb over his bottom lip, smiling around the digit. "bloody insatiable, you. Can't wait to get you home."
Percy looked up at him sighing softly. I can't wait to be home...I love you."
"love you too" Oliver replied, not hesitating one moment. He'd always thought it was a silly, female thing to say--something girls needed to loosen their legs and soothe their guilt. But for Percy, for Percy it really meant something. "'night" he yawned out, stretching. "gotta get cleaned up.....talk to you tomorrow?"
Percy nodded, "Its your fault if all I can think of is you through the next budget meeting."
"serves you right, leaving your poor Oliver all alone and wanting..." he smiled into the flames and pulled at his damp shorts. "don't let your colleagues see how much you miss me, they might take it the wrong way. And definitely don't imagine me under the table, naked and on my hands and knees, sucking you off..."
Ollie!" he complained too tired to glare at him properly
Oliver laughed mischeviously and began to get up, noting his Percy's tired look. "you're knackered, Perce. Go on, go to bed....can't have you missing any important information vital to all of wizardom.
Percy nodded before smiling softly and blowing a rare kiss. "I'll be home soon." he murmured
"I know" Oliver whispered back, watching the embers fade. "s'the only reason I'm not apparating there right now. Night, Perce."
"Good Night" He whispered before the embers cooled and he stumbled to bed