HP fic: Air Game (George/Oliver), NC-17, 3388 words

[octopussy]

Fic. Harry Potter fic. Yeah, I don't know what got a hold of me. It's porny and long, if not the best George voice I've ever managed. I just felt like doing a quick bit of smut but Oliver needs a little sweet-talking to get down and dirty, it seems.

glockgal is always an inspiration. For you, my dear.

Comments

[vexingvixen]

gah. that was just...gah. And the first fic I've read with Wood (Oliver, that is). *smiles*

[octopussy]

Wow, thanks. :D I'm glad I'm your intro to the pornish possibilities of dumb jocks. <3

[ook]

Hah! Same for me! I'd never read an Oliver Wood story before.

I really liked your fic. Very clever! For some reason, I pictured the two brooms dumping both boys into the woods and then flying up into the sky for some private broom time. :)

[octopussy]

Haha! Yes, I was definitely walking the line as to how involved the brooms were in the nature of these activities. ;)

Thanks for reading!

[birmansan]

that was great :)
I loved it, just as muche as I love Oliver *___*

Does anyone know where I can post this?

yes, I'll be honoured if you'd post it in the Oliver community I manage ^^
it's quidditch_love :)

[octopussy]

Thanks muchly! And again for directing me to your community, I'd love to post there. :)

[karabou]

Very nice, Jack. I suck at fic feedback, but I wanted to let you know that I really like it. Very clever idea with the brooms, and if it were canon I have a feeling it would lead to many hilarious scenarios. *g*

[octopussy]

Dude, feedbacking is major work if you get all dedicated about it and then you don't do any of it at all. If you're uh, me, anyway.

Thanks babeling! XD You're so nice to me.

[karabou]

Feedbacking is an art in and of itself. I'm okay at feedbacking the visual stuff, but not so much with the word-involved.

You're welcome! What are friends for?

[octopussy]

Um, doing comic projects with? ^_^;;

[glockgal]

Oh. My. God. Okay first? You wrote fic. Second? You wrote HP fic. Third? You wrote jockluv fic....for me.

I still don't get it, man. I don't deserve your love, simple like that. I just don't.

However, because you seem so full of lovely selfless gestures, I am not exactly going to reject them, because George and Oliver and broomsex and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I loved it. I love the pacing and the brooms with personalities (fantastic idea! triggered, perhaps, by a naming of said broom?) and the hot hot smutty hotness that is George.

Make it natural for him, like it makes it kinky for George.

AND EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD. And also--

Because the truth is, he'd be lying if he said he'd never fantasized about fucking Oliver with full Quidditch gear on, all sweaty and out-of-breath.

Um. Yeah. What more is there to say about this than a fervent agreement? Perhaps I should sing it Usher-style.

"Right," says Oliver, getting his bearings. He tries to straighten and handle this professionally, but falls over and onto George again

[glockgal]

Wizards' jock straps are magically accomodating. George's grip isn't.

So good and clever and to the point but not nasty, I nearly died with glee.

George feels soft flesh and slick moisture and their shared warmth and the chilling air and rapid puffs of breath and sticky sweat and silky hair and calloused fingers and Oliver's solid weight and his lean limbs everywhere.

Mmmm, the run on sentence and the rush and feeling of the continual sentiment is just so incredibly intoxicating. It's all just sensations and images flashing and gaaaaaah. I love it.

"Are you... MAD?!" And for Oliver to get so worked up about anything not involving Quidditch is quite remarkable.Okay, this entire part? BWAAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Oh my god, like I said, if I loved George before? I am completely obsessed with him now. I love it! I love Oliver's helpless reaction! I love that Goerge wants to make Oliver say the things George wants to hear. I love that George knows how to bait and knows what to say and it so utterly, totally cocky and blase, but

[glockgal]

But George was loathe to leave her, financial issues aside. Beyond venerating her master and having grown over time a familiarity with him that allowed for her to respond to the most subtle flexes of hands and thighs, Esmeralda was a flirt.

Ohhh, it's just so fantastic. The personality and vivacity with which you summarized Emerelda is just so perfect. And almost, like. You can't tell where George Weasley ends off and where the broom begins, because she is so much a part of him. And yet not. Those darn Slytherins! That she has a name and personality only makes their hurled insults that much more angering.

So while Esmeralda suited him just dandy, it was quite another thing to find the right womanfriend at Hogwarts. Or the British Isles. Or, in fact, the world. He wasn't really looking, anyway.

Bless him. You always get the George-tone so spot-on. There's never anything I can do to describe it more, it's just. Fantastic.

She made George look good.That she did. Eee, I love broom-and-owner symbiosis! And the switch from George's POV

[glockgal]

I'm confusing myself! This feedback is all mixed up, If only they allowed more than 9000 words in a comment, damn them. I hope you can figure it out, I'm just gonna go read your fic again, kthxbai.

<3333

SMILE

[reishin]

Years later, made maudlin by drink and giddy with success, Oliver would begin his litany of toasts. First he would toast Harry - for winning the Quidditch Cup in Oliver’s last year and thus beginning Gryffindor’s marathon run of wins. At this point, an anonymous voice in the crowd had to shout out, “And defeating You Know Who

So much better!

[octopussy]

Hey, for some reason I totally missed this. Sorry!

Oliver carrying around a piece of Bruce in his thick, already-woody skull! <3 <3 <3

I adore this! I can just imagine their cuddly drunken pawing in the wee after-party hours. I <3 twins in love. Their emotion seems so much more special because they're usually so flippant.

George's near-heart attack. Oh. <3