Harry Potter, Choke On It

Title: Choke On It [Marcus/Oliver]
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Summary: There’s some shouting in the locker room.
AN: Written for the 24-Hour Ficathon. retired_ego wanted Quidditch smut.

Choke On It

“Out of my way, Wood!” Marcus snarled, giving Oliver a vicious shove with his broom on his way past the Gryffindor’s Quidditch locker. Oliver glared over his shoulder at the rival captain.

“Sorry,” he snapped, “didn’t know this was the lane for Eighth Years!”

“Choke on it,” Marcus replied, who had never been much for witty repartee.

“Is that the best you can do?” Oliver demanded, knowing full well that it was. “I’ve had better arguments with Bludgers!”

“I could snap you like a twig, Wood!” Marcus growled, taking a step closer.

“I’d just love to see you try!” Oliver spat, leaning up into Marcus’ personal space.

“Loser!” Marcus snarled.

“Failure!” Oliver shouted back.

“Gryffindor!” Marcus yelled, as this were the most horrible insult he could muster.

“WORST QUIDDITCH CAPTAIN EVER!” Oliver roared.

“For the love of CRAP!” Cedric Diggory’s head appeared around the corner of the lockers, dripping hair framing his furious face. “Can’t a bloke even have a peaceful morning wank in the showers without you idiots waking the dead with your screaming!”

Cedric pushed past them, clutching his towel around his waist with one hand and his robes in the other. He stormed out of the locker room with a bang, not even stopping to get dressed.

“Thank god, I thought he’d never leave,” Oliver sighed with relief, before pushing Marcus up against the lockers and kissing the hell out of him.

“Gryffindor,” Marcus repeated against his mouth, in tones of deep authority.

“Mm, yes, Marcus,” Oliver murmured dismissively. “We’ve covered that…mmm…wait a minute.”

Oliver jerked his head back and peered at Marcus.

“What did Diggory say he was doing in the showers?”

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