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The Weight of Living	By : percyplusoliver Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Percy/Oliver Views: 4738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This can also be found at AO3. I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters. I am not making any money from this story. I just do this for kicks :) Note: This begins around HBP-era

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“Give me a minute,” Oliver said, pushing Percy gently back onto the sticky sheets. “Not sure if the loo is presentable.” He grinned cheekily and walked out of the bedroom.
Percy nodded, enjoying the view as Oliver walked away. He wondered what might come next. Would it just be a simple ‘rinse the sticky away’ shower, or would it be more of the same? As before, he’d never showered with anyone in his life. Not even as a small child. Percy had always been a very private person, and had insisted on taking baths and showers alone – with the door locked – as a child. The prefects’ bathroom had been a dream come true for him. A bathroom that he hadn’t had to share with six siblings had been a wonderful gift. No more of the twins’ joke supplies, Ron’s toothpaste stains in the sink, Ginny’s hair everywhere…
“All right!” a voice called from down the hall, and that snapped Percy back to reality. “Come on in!”
Percy stood and stretched again, pushing the sheets back onto the bed. He felt a slight shiver of nervousness. Don’t be nervous, he told himself. You’ve just been intimate with Oliver! Why are you nervous? Maybe because he was never naked with anyone, not even really himself. Maybe because he hadn’t been intimate with anyone until Oliver. Maybe because he felt vulnerable, all of his flaws out on display for Oliver to see and critique. Maybe because he was self-conscious, as always – of course he couldn’t measure up to Oliver Wood, physically or otherwise. He had never been in the same league as Oliver; he was never attractive, popular, gregarious, anything that would bring him into the same social circle as the man waiting for him in the bathroom. So what made Oliver choose him tonight? Percy didn’t know, and that was why he was nervous.
When he entered the bathroom, he saw a room entirely different from his own bathroom. The walls were not quite white, but not quite beige. What was that colour called? Eggshell? Percy didn’t know. There was a single burgundy towel hanging on a rack across from the door, and at least two more were in a pile on the floor. The counters were littered with empty or partially empty bottles – Percy saw toothpaste, deodorant, moisturiser, face wash, cologne, and hand cream. If Oliver had tidied up, what did it look like before? Percy wondered. The shower curtain was half-open and the shower was running, causing the mirror to steam up. Inside the shower, Percy saw a crooked, slightly rusty shower caddy overflowing with various bottles – some shampoo, some shower gel, some unidentifiable substances – and there were more likely empty bottles in the corners of the shower. Percy raised his eyebrow. This is clean? he thought.
Oliver grinned. “Yeah, I know,” he said. “Bit disorderly.” He nudged Percy toward the shower. “You’re all sticky. Hop under the water and I’ll clean you off.” He looked at Percy hungrily. Even though they had just gone four rounds, Oliver was already ready for several more. The redhead‘s freckled body was irresistible. Oliver wanted to ravish Percy over and over, until neither of them could speak. “Go on,” he urged, seeing Percy hesitate. “The water’s warm, promise.”
Percy stuck his hand under the shower. Yes, the water was warm. Why, then, was he hesitating? He had no idea. Hurry up, he told himself. No use wasting water; just get in and rinse off. He followed Oliver’s command and got under the water. The warm shower felt good. Percy hadn’t realised how much of a mess he actually was until he was standing in the steamy shower. He closed his eyes, allowing the water to run over his face and down his body.
“Budge up,” Oliver said, gently pushing Percy to the side and stepping in with him, pulling the shower curtain closed after him. Another first, thought Oliver. Not only for Percy, but also for him. His … guests … never stayed long enough to even see his bathroom, much less shower in it. He could count on one hand how many times he had had people sleep over in his flat. Will this be different? he wondered. Did he really want it to be? He wasn’t sure yet. That’s a question for another time, he told himself. Don’t worry about it now; focus on the gorgeous man in front of you.
“Let’s clean you off,” Oliver said in a seductive voice, his eyes roaming over Percy’s body. He couldn’t get over how attractive the other man was. Oliver had never expected Percy to be so captivating; of course, Percy didn’t have the confidence that Oliver did, which probably contributed to his misconceptions. Oliver squeezed some shower gel into his hand – ginger mint, his favourite – and rubbed his hands together to lather it up. Once the gel had lathered enough, Oliver began to rub his hands over Percy’s slender frame. The slightly smaller man shivered under his touch.
“Relax,” Oliver teased, tickling Percy’s sides and planting a kiss on his lips.
“How can I relax when you’re standing naked in front of me?” Percy asked softly. Shit, he thought. That was supposed to be in my head!
“Well,” Oliver began, “isn’t that why I invited you over?” He grinned. “Turn around,” he commanded, manoeuvring Percy so he was facing away from Oliver. He started to soap Percy’s shoulders and back, adding in a gentle massage as he washed. He felt goosebumps begin to rise on Percy’s flesh, and there was a twitch between his legs. His heart was beating faster now, and he could feel Percy’s breathing getting shallower.

“Do you like that?” Oliver whispered in Percy’s ear. “Does that feel good?”
Percy shuddered. “Yes,” he breathed. “Don’t stop touching me.” Ever, he added mentally. This time he was 99% sure that was in his head. He leaned back into Oliver’s touch, not surprised to feel en erection beginning to take shape. His own erection was growing in front of him, just from Oliver’s light touches. How many erections will I get tonight? he wondered. He wasn’t complaining; no, this was the best night of his life. He was amazed that he, Percy I Weasley, was the focus of Oliver Wood’s ministrations. It had been his chief fantasy for as long as he could remember, and now it was reality.
Oliver smiled. It pleased him that he could provide Percy with such pleasure. It also surprised him, at least a little bit, that it made him feel so good when he made Percy feel good. Since when did that matter to him? He slid his hands down Percy’s sides, lathering as he went, making sure to wash off the sticky ejaculate and sweat. He lingered on Percy’s hips, lightly resting his hands on the prominent hipbones. Percy was a pleasing mix of bony and muscled, Oliver thought. Not too scrawny, but also not too brawny. He allowed his right hand to slide forward and graze Percy’s hardening cock, and he heard a gasp.
Good, Oliver thought. He’s in the same state I am – almost permanently, it seems. Oliver smiled to himself. This really was turning out to be a satisfying evening.
Percy didn’t want to wait any more and he turned around to face Oliver. He looked in his partner’s eyes, trying to read his mind. What was going on behind those deep blue eyes? What could he be thinking? Now is not the time to be psychoanalysing him, he chided himself. Just enjoy the moment.
Trying to take his own advice, Percy leaned in and kissed Oliver deeply. No matter how many times he had kissed the other man that evening, he still couldn’t get tired of it. His lips were soft; his tongue gentle and rough at the same time. If Percy died tonight, he would die a happy man. But he hoped that wouldn't happen and instead would get to spend many more nights—and days—like this with Oliver.
Oliver kissed Percy back ferociously, needing to taste the other man, wanting to feel him, touch him, have him again and again. He was hungry for Percy’s touch, his kiss, his hands, and, more than anything else, his cock. Merlin, it had felt good to be fucked by him. He pulled Percy as close to him as physically possible, feeling their cocks rub together and shuddering in pleasure. “Oh, fuck, Percy,” he groaned through the kiss. “I need you...” Fuck! he thought. I want him, I don’t need him...do I? Fuck it, I don’t care as long as he fucks me again.
A shiver ran down Percy’s spine at those words. “Not yet,” Percy whispered. “First I get to wash you off. Then we’ll see if you’ve been good.” Where was this dominance coming from? he wondered. He reached around Oliver for the shower gel and squeezed a small bit into his hands, lathering up quickly. He started with Oliver’s shoulders, using light touches designed to drive Oliver wild. Percy slid his hands down Oliver’s back, his fingers tracing small circles on the soft skin. The soapy water ran off Oliver’s back slowly, rinsing away their combined juices. Percy allowed his hands to move to Oliver’s chest and lightly pinched the other man’s nipple.
“How do you like that?” Percy asked suggestively.
Oliver’s cock twitched at the pinch. Gods, but it was hard not to thrust into Percy’s groin. His cock was so hard and needed release. “Yes...” he managed to croak, knowing it wasn’t a proper answer to the question but not really caring. Sentences were not something he could form at the moment. He was lucky he could get words out. He nudged closer to Percy, just to feel their cocks rub together again. The sensation sent electric shocks down his spine, and he almost cried out, it felt so good.
“No,” Percy ordered him. “Not yet. If you do that again, I won’t fuck you again...” Tonight, he added mentally. Could he keep that promise? No, he couldn’t. He’d had a taste of Oliver, and now he didn’t want to give it up.
Where had this Percy been all Oliver’s life, Oliver wondered. That doesn’t matter, he thought, as long as he’s here now. “I’ll be good,” he promised, and took a step back. He wanted Percy to fuck him again; he wanted to feel Percy’s cock inside him, to be filled by the freckled man over and over, to have Percy take him however he wanted.
“Good,” Percy replied. “Because I want to fuck you, and I would be disappointed if you were … bad.” He laid extra emphasis on bad, raising an eyebrow at Oliver as he said it. Where was he getting this confidence from? Was he siphoning it from Oliver somehow? Percy didn’t know, and honestly, he didn’t care. He was taking charge, and it seemed that Oliver liked it. That was what mattered to him – Oliver’s pleasure. His own pleasure was secondary.
Percy lazily washed Oliver’s torso, taking what seemed to be an eternity, drawing out every sensation. His fingers traced the prominent muscles of Oliver’s abdomen: years of Quidditch training had made Oliver exquisitely muscled, and Percy wanted to – no, had to—explore every hardened inch.
Gods, this was torture – but delicious, sublime torture. Oliver had to focus on keeping himself still; otherwise, he would be pressing his agonisingly hard cock against Percy’s, and he would lose his chance to be fucked again. And I can’t have that, he thought desperately. I need it...now.
“C’mon, Perce,” Oliver groaned. “That’s enough!”
Percy grinned. He was pleased that he was getting to Oliver. He guessed that Oliver was right, that it was – almost – enough. He kissed Oliver bruisingly, being sure to pull out the other man’s lower lip with his teeth, causing Oliver to gasp.
“Ohhh...yes...” Oliver moaned.
“Are you ready?” Percy asked suggestively.
“Do you...have to...ask?” Oliver said breathlessly, daring to lean against Percy. Fuck it, he needed this. And if Percy didn’t give it to him now, he was going to take it.
Percy ignored the thrust of Oliver’s erection on his own – something he found difficult, but he had to control himself. After all, he was taking charge of the situation, and losing himself just wouldn’t do. Instead, he placed his hands on the other man’s muscular shoulders. He could never get tired of touching Oliver – not now that he’d had a taste. I want to do this forever, he thought. I never want to stop.
“Well, let’s towel you off, then,” Percy said lightly, trying to keep the arousal out of his voice. He wasn’t sure if he was succeeding, but right now that wasn’t at the forefront of his mind. “Are any of these towels remotely clean?” he joked.
Oliver couldn’t think straight to answer the question. The only thing he could do was point to the towel rack. It wasn’t fresh-off-the-line clean, but it would do.
Percy reached behind Oliver to turn off the faucet and then stepped out of the shower. He shivered. It was chilly. He grabbed the lone towel from the rack and quickly dried himself off before beckoning to Oliver, who obediently got out of the shower and came to him. “Good boy,” Percy said in what he hoped was a sultry voice. He had never had to use such a tone, and trying it on for the first time, it sounded silly to him. “You’re going to be rewarded for being so good. Just be patient for a few more minutes and you’ll get your present.”
Patient? Not in a million years. At most, Oliver could wait five minutes. “I...need you...” he panted.
“And you’ll get me, Percy answered, slowly, torturously rubbing Oliver dry. He made sure to linger longer than was necessary on Oliver’s groin, just resting the towel there for a moment. He watched as Oliver’s face contorted into a grimace. That’s probably enough, he told himself.
“The sheets are dirty,” Percy said suddenly, just remembering why they had been in the shower.
“Don’t care,” breathed Oliver. “Doesn’t...matter...”
Percy grinned. Okay, he thought. I’ll get to fuck him sooner. Better for both of us. He looked down at Oliver’s groin. Especially him. Oliver’s cock was erect, standing perpendicular to his body. The head shimmered with pre-come, that ambrosial fluid that Percy longed to taste.
Percy grabbed Oliver’s right hand and led him back to the bedroom. Where was this confidence coming from? he wondered again. Wherever it’s from, I’m enjoying it. He pushed Oliver backwards onto the large bed and knelt above him, his stomach brushing the head of Oliver’s erection. Without warning, Percy planted a passionate kiss on Oliver’s parted lips, making the other man shiver with anticipation. Their tongues met, doing an extended erotic dance in Oliver’s mouth.
“Now...please...” pleaded Oliver. He wasn’t usually one to beg – in fact, he never begged; he always made his partners beg – but Percy had tormented him, exquisitely, for what seemed like an eternity. He just couldn’t wait any longer. He felt like he was going to explode at any second, and he knew that the moment Percy entered him, he would lose all control.
“Condom?” Percy asked. Oliver nodded, and pointed toward the nightstand. “Take one,” he said with great difficulty. He couldn’t – no, didn’t want to – wait any longer, but until he knew Percy was clean, they had to use condoms.
Wait, he thought. That means...that means I’ve made up my mind. I want more than just one night with him. Somehow, somewhere deep in his mind, he had known this, but now it was clear. He didn’t just want it, he needed it.
Percy reached into the nightstand and pulled out one of the strange condoms. He didn’t know if he would ever get used to them. Maybe it won’t be necessary, an annoying part of his brain nagged. There was the insecure Percy; the one who questioned his every move, who didn’t believe he deserved anything he got. Shut up, he told himself firmly. Focus on Oliver. That can be dealt with later.
He rolled the condom down over his erection, still not believing he was in bed with Oliver Wood. That he had sucked off Oliver Wood, that he had fucked him and been fucked by him, and that he was about to fuck him again. He hadn’t expected something so fantastic when he stepped into that dingy Muggle pub hours ago. His terrible week seemed a lifetime ago. His old life, that of straitlaced Percy Weasley, seemed miles away. He was thrilled – ecstatic – that he had run into Oliver tonight.
Before entering Oliver, Percy squeezed a Knut-sized portion of lube onto the head of his cock and slowly, sensually, rubbed it up and down the shaft. Stroking his erection increased his sense of urgency – he needed to fuck Oliver, and he needed to do it now. He looked down at the other man. Oliver’s lips were still parted and his cheeks were flushed. Percy ran his fingers down Oliver’s chest, circling each of his nipples just once.
“Get on with it,” Oliver moaned. He thought he would die if he had to wait any longer. Every touch from Percy sent electric shocks through his body. If this was what he could have with Percy, he never wanted to let the redhead go.
Percy looked at Oliver through half-closed eyes. “Get on with it?” he asked. “Well, you’ve been such a good boy… and so patient...so I guess I can fuck you silly.” With that he pushed his cock into Oliver’s asshole, reveling in the exquisite tightness of Oliver’s sphincter. He reached down and grabbed Oliver’s hips for balance. “You like that?” he sighed. “You like being fucked in the ass? Your ass feels so fucking good...”
That kind of language would never cease to surprise Oliver. He hadn’t thought Percy had it in him to be so vulgar, and he loved it. He didn’t think he could get more aroused, but every time Percy opened his mouth, it seemed he got even harder. He had wanted to make this the best night of Percy’s life, and it was turning out to be the best night of his own life, thanks to Percy. How could this have happened? Oliver wondered. He was supposed to be the best – but being attended to by Percy was fine by him. As long as he got release – and SOON.
“Fuck me, fuck me silly, do what you want to me,” Oliver groaned.
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you,” Percy replied seductively. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk. And when I’m done, I’m gonna make you beg for more.”
Oliver shuddered. Gods, this side of Percy was hot. Why hadn’t he ever noticed Percy before? He could have had this for years. Doesn’t matter, he thought. Have it...him...now. That’s all that counts.
“I can’t...last...much longer...” Oliver moaned.
Just what Percy wanted to hear. He adjusted his position in an attempt to reach Oliver’s prostate, to push him over the edge to an earth-shattering climax – to make him remember this night, even if it never happened again.
There it was, that nagging voice again. Percy pushed it away as he thrust, feeling the tip of his cock nudge Oliver’s prostate. Perfect, he thought. He took his right hand off Oliver’s hip and wrapped it around Oliver’s erection. This should do it. Percy smiled. He began a slow, steady stroke of Oliver’s cock, all the while still pounding away at his hole. “How about you help me with this?” he asked, taking one of Oliver’s hands and placing it on top of his own, allowing the other man to guide his touches.
This was heaven. Oliver never wanted it to end, but he knew it would, any second. He tried to warn Percy with an urgent grunt, but Percy either didn’t notice or didn’t care. A moment later, Oliver lost all control and went over the edge into the throes of a toe-curling orgasm.
“Oh fuck, Percy,” Oliver choked out, his orgasm causing his whole body to spasm, grasping Percy’s cock tightly. Merlin, that felt – and looked – good. Percy could probably come just from watching Oliver’s orgasm. But feeling his climactic spasms squeeze his erection was even better. Not a minute later, waves of pleasure washed over Percy and he was lost in his own orgasm. He forced his eyes open so he could see his partner as he came. This, his third orgasm of the night, was probably his most intense – ever. He never wanted the sensations to stop.
Like all good things, however, it came to an end. When Percy was sure he wasn’t coming any more, he pulled out and removed the messy condom, throwing it in the bedside trash can. He realised he was absolutely exhausted and collapsed on top of Oliver, breathing heavily.
“Fuck,” Oliver said. “Where did you learn how to do that?”
“From you,” Percy answered with a grin.
Oliver furrowed his brow. He knew Percy was smart, but to make him come three times in one night?
His confusion must have been visible, because Percy laughed and said, “I’m a quick study. How else do you think I got all those N.E.W.Ts?”
Oliver smiled. “Should’ve expected that,” he said. “Smart guy like you.” He kissed the top of Percy’s head and ruffled his fine ginger hair. “I’m exhausted,” he announced. “And sticky as fuck. How about you shower and I change the sheets?” Had he really just invited Percy to stay the night? It seemed like it...and Oliver didn’t want to take back the offer.
“Sounds good,” Percy answered, trying to keep the anxiety out of his voice. He could be confident when he was fucking Oliver, but the rest of the time, he was a nervous wreck. And had Oliver just implied that he should stay over? He didn’t want to jump to conclusions; that was a good way for him to be disappointed.
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While Percy was in the shower, Oliver removed the soiled sheets from the king-sized bed. What in the world had possessed him to ask Percy to stay over? he wondered. Had he somehow changed in the last – he looked at the clock – six hours? He didn’t think so, but his behaviour certainly was unusual. Just see where the night takes you, he ordered himself. It’s not as if he’s your boyfriend or anything…
Boyfriend. For once in his life, that word didn’t fill him with dread.
He changed the sheets to his only other clean set – light blue stripes. There, he thought. Perfect for...sleeping.
Percy took a short shower, soaping and rinsing himself quickly. This bathroom is disgusting, he thought. If this becomes a...regular thing, Oliver will have to tidy up his toilet. Or we’ll have to go to mine…
After he toweled himself off, he called Oliver into the bathroom. “Your turn,” he shouted. There was no answer. He walked into the bedroom, towel around his waist, to find Oliver fast asleep, lying diagonally across the bed. Percy smiled. He dropped his towel and climbed into bed next to Oliver, nudging him over. He closed his eyes. His last thought as he drifted off to sleep was this has turned out to be a very good night indeed.
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