August 25 - WWW

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Oliver got out of practice a bit early. They'd worked hard and he'd begged off going to the weight room after lunch. He'd flooed home and his mother had told her he needed to speak to her. He'd never made such a request and she seemed shocked, but had agreed, albeit reluctantly

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[gredisfred]

Fred turned and pulled him closer. After a longer, more appropriate kiss he grinned. "That's better. Day's fine. What's up? I can close the shop if you need me. Know I'd follow you anywhere." He smiled at him and kissed him again.

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"Ah." Oliver looked around. "You don't have to close the shop, that's... we'll do it another day. I wasn't thinking." He hugged Fred close. "I did get off from practice early though... want some help around here? I need to use the floo real quick, but then I'm all yours."

[gredisfred]

Fred flicked his wand and all the shades slid down. "It's no problem love, we're dead. Where are we going?" Fred hugged him back.

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Oliver rubbed his neck. "Nothing. I um, talked to mum. If you wanted to tell her still, we could go. But it has to be now, or else I need to set it up for another day. But right now she's off guard, and she said yeah, and it has to be while dad's not around and he won't be for a while... so you know, if you want..."

[gredisfred]

Fred conjured flowers and handed them to her, offering her his hand as well. "It's an honor to meet you Mrs. Wood. Thank you so much for having me." He wanted to shuffle his feet and look at the floor. Fred didn't get nervous. Ever. But this was Oliver's Mum, and he wanted her not to hate him."

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She shook his hand and accepted the flowers. "Thank you. I'll just put these in water. It's nice to meet you as well."

Oliver squeezed Fred's hand and led him into the kitchen behind his mother. "Sit down," he told him, and offered a smile as he went to make the tea at the stove.

Elizabeth put the flowers into a vase and filled it with water before sitting down across from it.

"What brings you by today, Oliver? You said there was something you needed to tell me. I hardly need to approve of your private life, you know?"

"I know," he said, bringing cups to the table. "But I thought you'd like to know I'm getting married. We're getting married. I wanted you to meet Fred."

She watched her son for a moment, emotionless as he poured the tea for them. "I see," she said quietly. "You know your father won't approve."

Oliver shrugged. "I don't care. It's not for him to approve."

She nodded again and lifted her cup to her lips, her eyes going to the clock for a moment. "So... Fred. What is it that you do for a living?"

[gredisfred]

Fred took his cup and spun it in his hands. "Yes, Ma'am," he said. "My brother and I own a joke shop in Diagon Alley. It's fairly successful. We make things for the Ministry, as well, shield clothing and things." He wasn't trying to brag but he didn't want Oliver's Mum to think that he was marrying her son for his money.

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Oliver grinned as he sat down. "They've done well for themselves. I'm marrying a rich man, mum."

"You're well enough off yourself," she pointed out, sipping her tea and looking at Oliver. "You seem happy."

"I am," he said, smiling and squeezing Fred's knee. "I think the wedding is going to be around the new year."

Elizabeth nodded. "Where are you planning on living?"

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"I didn't say she would," Oliver said gently, trying to sooth his lover. "I said 'what if'. I just want you to see that it wouldn't make it my fault, and it's not your fault now."

He sighed again and pulled Fred to his chest. "She let me go a long time ago. It was more important to save herself than me." He shrugged. "Her choice. I know you're not going anywhere. I'm not either, you know?" He kissed his jaw. "It's all right, love. Really. Today? It was no different than every other day with my parents."

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Except no on tried to black your eye. Fuck! Fred let himself be held against that chest, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of his lover. "So show me the stream, and please don't throw me in because I know you love the way my arse looks in these trousers."

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Oliver kissed his hair, feeling badly. "I'm sorry love. I wish... I'm sorry you're upset."

He took his hand and led him up a bit further, around the bend and into a clearing by the stream. "There it is," he said, looking out over the water. "I do like the way your arse looks in those trousers. I'd hate to ruin them by getting them wet, you're right."

[gredisfred]

"Hey," Fred noted the change in his tone. "Now I'm sorry for making you feel bad. Fucked up again." Fred held his hand and pulled out a picture of baby Oliver. "This, however, is one of my new favorite things. I'm enlarging all of them and hanging them on the wall of our new house."

Fred handed the picture to Oliver and took out his wand. A leaf on the ground got transfigured into a three-mast sailing ship. He summoned it to himself and promptly traded it for the picture. "Show me."

[gredisfred]

Fred kicked his boots to one side and covered Oliver's body with his own. "Yeah?" he murmured. "Let me taste." He dipped his tongue into Oliver's mouth and spent a few leisurely moments tasting every bit of Oliver's mouth. "This is how," kiss, "to take care of your mouth." Then he continued, repeating the process before inviting Oliver's tongue back across their teeth to explore his mouth.

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"Mmmmmmmmmmm." Oliver sucked on his tongue, gasping at the warm feel of skin on skin in the sunlight. The water made a soft rushing noise as their bodies slid together. "What did I ever do without you?" He kissed him again, pressing his own tongue between Fred's lips and squeezing his arse with both hands. "Fuck, you're brilliant."

[gredisfred]

"Whatever and whoever you wanted," Fred said, pressing back into those hands. "I love having your hands on me." The sun was warm but not hot and Oliver's hair shown in the dappled light. "Slow and soft?" he asked, "or fast... and soft. Wanna worship you today." Fred kissed his throat.

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"You, wanted you. Only ever want you. I love having my hands on you as well."

He arched up against him, grinning lazily and tilting his head back so Fred could kiss his neck. "Going to spoil me, gorgeous. Let's try for slow... I doubt we can keep it that way though."

[gredisfred]

Fred was aching. Oliver slid off of his fingers and Fred groaned. "Promise me," he whispered, sliding his oily hand over his own erection, "promise you'll stop me. And don't give me that old line about how you can take a bit of pain... promise." He held himself, hard and hot and just a breath from the sheath of Oliver's body. "Promise."

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He groaned as Fred's fingers slid free and his legs trembled. He felt open and painfully empty and her pressed back, searching, gasping as he felt the head of Fred's cock press against his stretched hole.

"Promise," he whispered, feeling him start to press inside. "But oh... you're perfect. More, give me more."

[gredisfred]

Fred raised his hips in millimeters, pressing in slowly. He pulled back before he got much more than the head through that ring, and then pressed back a bit more. His legs were shaking slightly and sweat broke out on his thighs, sheened his chest. The primal part of him wanted to slam himself into Oliver, but Fred's heart had its way.

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Slowly he thrust into him and Oliver pushed back against him, trying to take more in, groaning in protest as Fred kept pulling away, kept going slow. "Come on," he whispered, gazing down at his lover through his lashes, licking his lips, his thighs straining. "Harder. Deeper. Come on, babe. Take... please."