Percy's
nose tickled mercilessly and he tried to sort of wiggle his nose. He carried a
tray full of hot buttered honey rolls and mugs of steaming tea, so one sneeze
would most assuredly shake him into spilling it all over. And sneezing was bad
enough without worrying about staining the carpet. His breathing hitched
uncontrollably and he had just enough willpower to hold the sneeze off until he
had deposited the tray on the bed.
Then he
turned and cupped a hand over his nose and mouth. He felt the tickle build and
his whole body tingled with the urge to sneeze. It overpowered him completely,
and then made him pull back and pitch forward. "huh-Kutchooo! H'chuhhh!" He"
straightened up with a sniffle, and then went right back over again. "ayChoo!"
Oliver sat
up in bed and carefully set the tray on his lap. "B'mordig,
Berce," he said.
Percy
replied in the form of yet another sneeze. "heh-Yehshuhhh!" He shivered, standing there in joke
white and purple checked pajama pants.
"God bless ye." Oliver yawned. Then he gave the bed beside him a pat. "Cobe od.
Get back in bed."
His nose
running against the back of his hand, Percy climbed into bed. He curled on his
side, trying to get warm again under the blankets. He sniffed wetly and "huhh-TShoo!"
"Boy," said
Oliver. "You've really got the sdeezes this bordig, haven't you?"
Percy
nodded boyishly and sniffled. "Olly, where's the Kleedex
gode?"
They had
taken a small box of tissues to bed with them, and that box was now around
somewhere. They both felt around, searching, and it was Percy who finally found
it, tucked halfway under one of the pillows.
Percy
pulled a few tissues out and handed them to Oliver. Only then did he take two
for himself and blow his nose. "Yes," he
finally said. "I guess I am feeling pretty sneezy. Sniff! And sniffly.
And all that. Sniff!
But more importantly, how are you?"
Oliver
shrugged. "Bostly just stuffed ub.
By head..." He pressed the butt of his hand against his forehead and tightly
closed his eyes. "Feels just awful." He fingered the
tissues for a brief moment, then made good use of
them. "hah-Chishhh!"
The sneeze rocked him, jostling the items on the tray but thankfully not
spilling any. "I guess I'b a little sdeezy, too."
Percy
answered with another sneeze of his own. "huhh-Chuhh!" He blew his nose and coughed a little
as congestion set in.
"Bless ye. Berce, tell be you're dot goig idto work sick."
Percy
hesitated, unable to tell him that. Oliver groaned. "I'll see how I feel on
Monday." Oliver groaned again, with a more exaggerated, dramatic groan. "They
need me at work," Percy justified.
"You're dot
the bloody Bidister of Bagic,"
Oliver pointed out to him.
"I know.
And I didn't say I would go to work. Just... we'll see."
"Berrrrrcy!" Oliver moaned, trying
for a different answer.
"Ooooliver!" Percy echoed in the
same tone, mocking him.
Oliver
sighed and decided to let the matter drop for now. He helped himself to one of
the mugs of tea and Percy took the other. "Lovely breakfast, thadks."
"I woke up
this morning feeling just miserable. And I just had to make some tea. There's
nothing like it when you're sick."
Oliver
agreed with a nod, too busy drinking.
Percy took
a sip, then rubbed the side of his hand at his nose. "yeh...K'shoo! kehShoo!
Hehh... ehh..." His
twitching nose calmed, and this time he wiggled it to try to sneeze. The urge
was strong, and he needed the release. But it just wouldn't come. He sniffed
and shook his head in frustration as the urge very slowly faded.
"I'b so sorry you
caught this bug frob be," Oliver said, trying to
sound sweet though his stuffy nose did not help any.
Percy blew
his nose with one hand, which gave him time to think. Too much time, perhaps. "How
do you know I caught it from you?"
Oliver
shrugged. "Well, I cabe dowd with it first. So you brobably
got it frob be add I obviously got it frob--"
"Charlie,"
Percy finished for him. "Right." He sounded cold.
Hurt. And it had nothing to do with his symptoms. "Obviously."
"Berce?" Oliver reached over, intending
to gently touch Percy's cheek.
But Percy
would have none of it and pulled away. In fact, he put the teacup back down on
the tray and got out of bed. He shivered again and crossed his arms over his
chest, hugging himself to stay warm. "It's okay," he said, swaying a bit. "I
understand, Oliver."
Utterly confused, "Understad what?"
Percy
looked ready to answer, but another sneeze snuck up on him. "h'yihshoo! hehhShoo! Sniff! Kutchoo!"
Oliver
wasn't going to let this go, though. "What is it you thig
you uderstad?"
"That you'd rather have Charlie. Sniff! Sniff! You spent a lot of time with him when we were
visiting my family over the holidays and it makes sense that you'd... get close
to him in that way and catch his cold."
"Are you
feverish?" Oliver asked. "Because you're talkig
dodsense. I just talked with Charlie. About
Quidditch add dragods and stuff. I dever... I would't..."
Percy shook
his head and rubbed his hands up and down his bare upper arms. "I can't blame
you. He's incredible. Those muscles and his build, compared to this scrawny
body? And he shares a lot of your interests. I should have known you two would
hit it off. And it's not like this hasn't happened before." As though he'd
developed some sort of allergy to his heartbreak, Percy turned and sneezed
freely towards his shoulder but away from the bed. "huhTChoo! H'Shoo! Sniff!
Look, let me just have a cup of tea and get dressed, and then I'll start
packing my things up."
Oliver
coughed and shook his head. "I'b
dot breakig ub with you.
Add I dod't
wadt your brother- ady of theb. Sniff! I wadt you."
Percy took
a hand off his arm and swiped at his nose, then resumed hugging himself. He
shook his head. "But... why would you? I'b..." He looked
himself up and down with self-conscious disgust.
Oliver set
the tray aside on the nightstand. Some of the tea in Percy's cup sloshed out
but didn't make it as far as the bedsheets. Oliver
got up, bringing the rose-colored comforter with him. Percy shied away as
Oliver offered it, which made Oliver uncomfortable and slightly annoyed. He
forced it on Percy and then sat down on the bed with a sigh. "Bollocks, that's
what you're talkig. Of course I wadt to be with you. You're sweet add sbart add you bake be laugh. Add you're dab sexy, Bercy Weasley."
Percy
looked incredibly doubtful but he pulled the comforter around his shoulders and
hugged the extra part to his chest. He shivered again but quickly warmed up.
Oliver
stood back up again and snuggled his way through the comforter to Percy. He
took over the task of holding it, and pressed his body up against Percy's. Black
T-shirt to bare chest, loose white jockeys to preposterous pajama pants. "You're
hadsobe- you are! The curly red
hair which matches above and below." Oliver ran his hand through Percy's
hair. Percy flinched, and Oliver continued. "Those cheekbodes
add gedtle eyes add beautiful lips." With a shared
cold between them, Oliver did not hesitate to give Percy a kiss and did not
worry that it wasn't returned yet. "Those strog, thid legs, those idcredible abs add flat stobach,
the sbooth chest add those fuckig
fabulously sedsitive..." He ran his thumb over a nipple
and Percy shuddered into him. Oliver straddled one of Percy's legs pressing his
cock into Percy's thigh and feeling Percy's stir against his own leg. "I love
your cock... and love the way it loves be." He bent his legs at the knees,
slipping lower, then straightening up again. Friction, rubbing, and tightly clenching Percy's thigh between his
legs.
Percy
whimpered and rubbed back instinctively. He sniffed and Oliver reached up,
cupping Percy's face. Percy felt another tickle, one deeper and stronger,
starting in his crotch this time. His nose was running, and he was sniffling,
so Oliver guided Percy's head over, letting the man sniffle into Oliver's
shoulder. "But Oliver," Percy whispered, wanting tissues but wanting Oliver a
whole lot more. "How can you... when you could have
someone more--"
"I've had
others, Berce. Lots of theb,
aye? Esbecially whed we
were sblit ub before. But I'b back with you add that's where I wadt
to be. I dod't wadt adybody else, add I certaidly dod't wadt your brother. The odly bersod who I've kissed or beed with sidce we got together
is you." He stepped back a few centimeters and cupped his hand around Percy's
hardness. "Have you got it through that thick skull of yours yet that I habbed to love you?"
Percy's
sniffle was long and wet and he wiped the side of his hand beneath his nose. "Oliver..."
Oliver
nodded expectantly.
Percy aimed
a light punch at Oliver's arm. "That's for giving me this cold. Thanks a lot."
Oliver smiled.
"You're quite welcobe." Percy let himself be pulled
back to bed, snuggled and tucked under the covers. "Now..." Oliver found the
tissue box again and gave it to Percy, who immediately blew his nose
thoroughly. He sighed at the relief and relaxed into the warm blankets and body
beside him. "Would you like that tea dow?"
"Nuh-uh," Percy shook his head. "Not now that you've got me
all hot and feeling so special." While still nuzzling into Oliver, he wriggled
out of his pajamas. Oliver slipped all the way under the covers where he
managed a bang-up job at fellatio despite his stuffy nose. And even Percy's fit
of a handful of sneezes didn't slow things down.
Percy
offered to return the favor, but Oliver kindly turned him down, preferring to
snuggle and nibble at the rolls Percy had brought. They drew the covers tightly
around them. Percy made another attempt at drinking the tea, only to give up
after reheating it and having a few sips.
"h'Ktchuhh! hehhChuhh! Ahh-Hih-shuhh! hehChoo!
" More tissues, more snuffling, and more cuddles from Oliver. Percy lifted
his head and gave Oliver a small kiss, which quickly turned into a more
involved one. Percy closed his eyes as Oliver's tongue found his mouth, with
lazy probing and savored strokes. When the kiss ended, Percy stayed in place,
wishing it could continue. "Thank you," he whispered again. And then, "I won't
be leaving this bed until I feel better." He sniffed,
smiling at Oliver's relieved expression. "And I won't be leaving until you feel better, Love."
With an
adoring sort of sigh, Oliver melted right into Percy.