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
2011-11-16 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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