ollypop (ollypop) wrote in occultus,
@ 2011-11-14 17:57:00

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Who: Oliver and Fred
What: Quidditch practice
Where: Oliver's house
When: Backdated to Friday night
Rating: ....
Status: Incompelte

Flying down towards the ground Oliver picked up the quaffle that he has missed, he had had to dodge it due to a bludger flying towards his midsection. Muttering under his breath he flew skywards once more, the ball tucked under his arm. Glancing around for bludgers Oliver threw the ball, rather forcefully, at the other man that was flying around with him. For once Oliver wasn't at training, Fred had stopped by and the pair had decided on quidditch.

Flying back to the hoops, Oliver turned, guarding them as he watched the other man's movements. "I have to say, as wrong as it is, I felt safer when you and George were the beaters on my team than I do currently," Oliver had been hit with several bludgers over the last few matches before the season break, silly mistakes made by the beaters. Mistakes that were very rarely made by the twins.

Sweeping back and forth before the goal posts, Oliver waited, it wasn't very often that the red head before him played chaser, but he enjoyed it when he did.

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forgeous
2011-11-14 08:15 pm UTC (link)

Fred loved being in the air, flying was amazing, playing Quidditch was fantastic and he missed it. As the Bludger came flying towards him he brought out his bat from where he'd tucked it inside his robes and smashed the angry iron ball to the other end of the pitch. He'd barely had time to put the bat away when the Quaffle was thrown at him, hard.

'That's because we're the best. Could have played for England, but we come as a pair. Not many teams want two beaters at a time.' Tucking the red ball under his arm, he leaned low over the broom putting on a burst of speed as he headed goal-ward. Dropping his right shoulder a little he feinted towards the left hand goal, before flipping and sending the ball sailing towards the right hand one instead.

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ollypop
2011-11-14 10:57 pm UTC (link)

Oliver smiled, he knew the twins came as a pair. He was a lot closer to Fred than he was George, but he knew never to come between the two, or try and stop one from seeing the other. Being good friends with both of the twins lead him to realise that they were two parts of a whole, not just a set of twins.

"That you could have done, I will annoy the beaters on our team til two fuck off, how does that sound. Then I will tell the boss man I know two red heads perfect for the position?" Oliver chuckled as he watched Fred closely, he had gotten used to talking while paying attention to what was happening before him in school when he was captain, shouting out calls while watching the game.

Smirking Oliver turned last moment and caught the ball, "Almost," he chuckled softly, throwing the ball back to Fred. "You would make a pretty good chaser you know, maybe its your calling after being a beater," he winked at the red head, not sure if he would be able to see it or not.

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forgeous
2011-11-15 07:55 am UTC (link)

'You trying to seduce me onto the League?' Fred shook his head slightly. 'I'm tempted, but I don't know if George would be. We have Wheezes and Never Land to look after.'

Fred wasn't accustomed to being beaten. Of course Oliver was a professional, but it didn't stop him being annoyed when the goal was saved. 'Have to understand Chasing to be a Beater.' Catching the Quaffle, he turned his broom and flew beck up the pitch, plotting his next move and tracking the Bludger’s progress. As it dived towards him, another powerful smash sent it slicing up and over the trees that bordered the pitch, blocking it from the house and main garden.

Perhaps he should think more like a Bludger... Kicking his broom forward, he picked up speed, banking high, forcing Oliver to look up if he wanted to keep track of him. Then he dropped, tipping the nose forward he accelerated into a dive heading straight for Oliver. Not the goals. Intimidating the goalie was an old trick, one that Flint had perfected over the years, though Olly had always been fairly unshakeable. There was a significant difference between Fred and Flint though, Fred wasn't as controlled.

His hair and robes whipped out behind him as he plummeted towards the Keeper. Thirty meters, twenty, ten at two meters away, he swerved left the tiniest ammount, getting past Oliver and tossing the quaffle through the hoop. 'YEAH!'

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ollypop
2011-11-15 07:46 pm UTC (link)

"Maybe I was, or at least the next charity match that Puddlemere play in.." Oliver had seriously debating getting the old Gryffindor team together once more even if it was just to play in some sort of charity match. As the owner of Quality Quidditch supplies he could likely arrange such a thing, though he would just have to sign it, 'Owner of QQS' as nobody knew he owned it.

"I suppose you do," Oliver called out, slowly making his way back and forth in front of the rings as he watched Fred's movements. As Fred shot upwards, Oliver tilted his head up to follow him. Oliver raised as eyebrow as Fred started straight for him, he knew most chasers would change direction between ten and twenty feet.

Oliver's eyes widened as Fred drew closer and closer. Keeping his ground, Oliver moved forward a little to meet Fred, not anticipating him to go left, ususally someone playing chaser would fly to the side they were weaker on, and then be able to throw the quaffle across their body.

Watching over his shoulder, Oliver saw the ball sail through the hoop and grinned at Fred. "Nice shot, much braver than most chasers."

"So what do you want for scoring?" He asked with a cheeky wink.

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forgeous
2011-11-16 08:32 pm UTC (link)

'Charity match?' That had him interested, he'd seen a couple of Charity matches and they were usually entertaining. Retired players against youth sides and the like, even former Hogwarts teams reunited. Maybe they could get the Gryffindor side back together.

Flashing Oliver a grin as he passed him, Fred couldn't help but feel elated when he scored. Playing Beater, he never got the glory like the Chasers or Seeker did. Letting out a crow of delight -much like Peter Pan- he stood on his broom and bowed. 'Thank-you, thank-you very much.' Dropping back onto it, carefully, he pretended to consider Oliver's question.

'Hot, rough, sex on the pitch?' Fred lay along his broom, smirking at the Keeper, wondering how long it would take him to crack. 'I could ride you like a Firebolt or I could have you shouting till you lost your voice, those long legs tight round my back.' He ground against the broom a little, licking his lips.

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ollypop
2011-11-17 06:06 pm UTC (link)

"Yup Charity match, I've heard on the grape vine that QQS is possibly arranging some in the near future," Oliver called through the light wind that was beginning to pick up. He had been thinking of arranging some charity matches, he wasn't sure what causes to give the money too, that he would need to research before the plans went ahead.

Clapping as Fred stood on his broom, Oliver quickly wolf whistled at him.

"Hmmm good choice!" Listening to the option he was presented with, Oliver couldn't help but lick his lips as Fred moved against his broom. "The latter I think... to start with," Oliver flew over without a second thought and pressed a hungry kiss to Fred's lips.

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forgeous
2011-11-17 08:22 pm UTC (link)

'I'll have to sign up then, seeing as they're just down the road.' Fred called back, shivering momentarily at the November breeze. Winter was definitely coming.

The wolf whistle spurred him on, as did the way Oliver watched his every move and the tongue darting across the older man's lips made him very nearly lose his own composure. Olls' mouth was just plain sinful. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind, then that mouth was on his and he gladly kissed back, lips parting readily tongue sliding against Wood's, stud teasing.

If he'd stopped to think about it, he would have been a little surprised by Oliver's choice. As far as Fred could gather, the Scot wasn't much of a Switch, usually sticking to the Dom role in the bedroom. But Forge rarely stopped to think, about anything. The fact that he was now trying to press as much of himself as he could against the Keeper, despite the fact they were still a hundred foot up in the air was testament to that.

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ollypop
2011-11-18 09:29 pm UTC (link)

"You will, the rumour is they are going to try and get the Hogwarts teams back together, that will be interesting..." Oliver trailed off, getting Fred's feedback on his idea was helpful, especially since nobody would know it was his idea. It would appear to be Max's, the manager at the shop.

Groaning against Fred's lips, Oliver raised a hand and laced it through Fred's hair, being a keeper allowed Oliver the confidence to be on his broom one handed, or without any hands at all.

Slipping his other hand around Fred's waist, pulling him as close as possible Oliver apparated them both to the ground, he liked danger, but didn't fancy plummeting 100 feet to the ground any time soon.

"Fuck I want you," he groaned softly, tilting his head to nip Fred's neck, their bodies still pressed tightly together.

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forgeous
2011-11-20 07:53 pm UTC (link)

'Hogwarts teams?' Seemed like a great idea to Fred. He was sure lots of others would feel the same, especially if they had moved into careers other than Quidditch.

As Oliver's fingers tangled into his hair, Fred pressed closer, one hand taking hold of the older man's hip. He felt Olly tighten his grip and moaned softly into the kiss. A familiar sense of disorientation made the world spin momentarily then a second later he was on the floor with the Keeper trapped beneath him.

'Mmm want you too,' Fred growled slightly as his neck was bitten, moving to sit back on his heels. Tugging at the laces that kept his robes closed, he untied them and shrugged off the garment. Biting down on the index finger of his left glove, he tugged his hand free, before doing the same with his right. 'You need to get those clothes off.'

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ollypop
2011-11-22 07:22 pm UTC (link)

"From what I hear yeah, even the pro players are going to be allowed to play," Oliver grinned at the thought, he was ever so excited about his idea now. He was sure if the red head liked it that others would.

Oliver groaned as his body connected with the floor, his plan was for them to be standing, but obviously his mind was already on the red head he was holding and the position he wanted to be in.

Licking his lips as Fred began to remove his quidditch robes, Oliver began to tug at his own, struggling a little since Fred was on top of him, but he managed to get rid of his boots and gloves with ease. Arching his back Oliver wriggled beneath Fred, able to get the robes up his body before pulling them over his head, tossing them to the side out of the way.

Reaching up he ran his fingers up Fred's stomach, "I wanna be screaming out your name" He licked his lips as he looked up at the red head, Oliver's fingers searching for contact with his skin.

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forgeous
2011-11-23 06:59 pm UTC (link)

All thoughts of charity Quidditch matches soon flew from his mind as he felt Oliver's body arching beneath his. Watching him strip, Fred smirked lifting himself off the Scot a little so he could move better. Twisting a little, he tugged off his own boots, shivering slightly as fingers ran up his stomach.

'Mmmm, you will be.' Looking down at the older man, he smirked, grinding his hips down into Oliver's. His hand slid between them, rubbing Olly's cock beneath the tight fabric of his Quidditch chaps. 'These are so fucking hot, you look amazing...' Fred continued to stroke as he muttered a banishing spell, fingers loosely curled round his wand. His own jeans were feeling way too tight, but he could wait a while longer.

Crushing his mouth against Olls' lips, he teased with his stud, tongue sliding against the Keeper's. The kiss was hot and dirty, then Fred broke it off suddenly, staring down at Oliver with dark eyes. 'Touch yourself for me.'

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ollypop
2011-11-27 07:53 pm UTC (link)

Oliver groaned as Fred began to stroke him, the friction it caused making him even harder. "I only wear them at home when I'm playing with you," Oliver smirked a little, he knew the red head liked his chaps, so Olly would make sure to wear them.

Shivering as his clothes were banished, Oliver arched his back to get away from the cold grass. Returning the kiss, Oliver slipped his hand around to rest on Fred's back, trying to pull the smaller man closer to his body. Oliver didn't care that he could taste the smallest amount of blood in the kiss, not sure whether it was his or Fred's. He enjoyed the roughness.

His eyes shot upwards as Fed spoke, the look in Fred's eyes told him he should do as he was told. It wasn't often that Fred took control but Oliver always enjoyed it when he did. Slipping his hand away from Fred's hip, Oliver ran his hand down his own body, reaching for his cock. Oliver looked up into Fred's eyes as he began to tease himself.

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forgeous
2011-11-28 08:36 pm UTC (link)

'Good.' Fred smirked, liking the fact that only he got to see the deliciously tight trousers. As Oliver arched against him he groaned slightly, letting himself be pulled down against the older man. He could taste blood, feeling his lip split slightly under the pressure of the kiss.

As Olly looked up at him, Fred held his gaze, knowing that the man beneath him liked it when he took charge. Bracing his hands on the ground either side of the Keeper's shoulders; his eyes tracked the movement of Oliver's hand. Watching as he stroked himself, Fred's eyes darkened even more and he licked his lower lip unconsciously, wincing slightly at the pain.

'What do you want?' Leaning down, Fred crashed his lips into Oliver's again.

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