Re: The Quidditch Pitch

[Viktor Krum - Inactive]

Viktor frowned and flew over towards Reg, gently kissing him on the cheek. "I'm sorry, Regulus. You could alvays stay vith me, you know," he said quietly, not sure how Regulus would react to this.

[Guest]

Regulus looked at Viktor with a blank expression on his face. "Stay... stay with you? But- your parents..?"

[Viktor Krum - Inactive]

"You don't have to. But this is my last year at school, and I've already found a place to live on my own. I'd love for you to live there too, but it's your choice if you vant to or not."

[Guest]

Regulus nearly falls off his broom, he's so happy. He regains his balance and flies over to Viktor, squeeing with joy. "VIKTOR-- THAT- IF I WANT TO? HAVE YOU GONE MAD?! OF COURSE I'D WANT TO! I LOVE YOU! OMG! Just think, me and you- we could, we could fall asleep together, every night- wake up, in your arms- with you, you could have me, whenever you wanted- that's a bloody paradise, Viktor," he gasped, and threw his arms around Viktor, holding the broom up with his thighs so he didn't just fall off.

[Viktor Krum - Inactive]

Viktor smiles widely at the thought of spending every night with Regulus in his arms and hugs him tightly. "I love you, Regulus," he says as he gently kisses his neck, pulling away to look him in the eyes. "I'm glad you like the idea. I've been thinking about it for avhile but I didn't vant you to feel rushed to make a decision."

[Guest]

Regulus kissed him deeply then returned his hands to his broom before he fell off because he's not Viktor Fucking Krum. "Viktor, how could I not want to? I love you- and spending the whole summer, in your arms- well, other than when you've got quidditch, I suppose- that's amazing," he said with a wide grin. "Oh. Oh dear. What will your teammates say when it's not a girl waiting for you after every game?" he said with a wink.

[Viktor Krum - Inactive]

Viktor smiled happily, looking lovingly into Regulus' eyes. "I can't even imagine how amazing that'll be," he said smiling. "Um. I don't think they'll be able to say anything. They'll be too jealous for vords," he said with a wink.

[Guest]

Regulus rolled his eyes. "Are all quidditch players gay!?" he exclaimed, looking for the snitch again, with a smile on his face.

[Cormac McLaggen]

[NO THEYRE NOT]

[Viktor Krum - Inactive]

Viktor laughs. "Not on the Bulgarian team, but here at Hogvarts I vould say just about all of them- Oh. Be right back, gotta catch the snitch," he says quickly before taking after the small golden ball flying near the goal posts.

[Guest]

Regulus sped after Viktor, but his eyes simply would not focus on the snitch- and how could they, when his vision was blocked by Viktor's muscular form? The tight shirt was wet with sweat, clinging to his skin, the contour of every one of those perfect muscles visible through the damp fabric as Regulus increased his speed to catch up with him. Viktor's eyes were on the snitch, and Reg's eyes were on Viktor's torso, his eyes wandering from the slight curve of his neck, down his muscular back and resting on the top of his jeans as the man leaned forward on his broom, providing Regulus with a most splendid view- a view that held all of Reg's attention, much to his misfortune, as he promptly crashed into the goal post and nearly fell off his broom. He bursts out laughing at his own stupidity and flies to the ground, tumbling off his broom and laying face up in the mud, laughing hysterically as Viktor swerved down after him, the snitch forgotten.

[Viktor Krum - Inactive]

Viktor landed next to Regulus and sat down beside him, still laughing. "Really now. You go avhile vithout flying and you forget to look vere you're going. Then again, I know how much of a distraction I can be," he said with that sexy smirk and an equally sexy wink. He took a deep breath and reached out to take Regulus’ hand in his. “Regulus, I know this is hard, but I think I have to leave you. I honestly don’t think I can be with someone who can’t stay on a broom. I’m sorry it has to end this way,” he said as he tried to keep a serious face but failed as his lips twitched into a small smile. He gently patted Reg’s hand. “You’ll find somevon else. Somevon who vill love you no matter how much you fail as a Quidditch player. It’s been fun, but you just aren’t the Quidditch player I fell in love vith anymore.” He looks Regulus in the eyes, smiling at his well played ‘break up’ and wondering how he’s not laughing yet.

[Guest]

Regulus faked a shocked expression and pouted at Viktor, slinging his hands around his waist. "Oh, woe is me. How I've failed you, my hunky, gorgeous, sexy, talented international quidditch star. I'm sorry I can't live up to such high standards, trying to focus on flying when I've got this-" he slips his hand down to Viktor's arse, giving it a small squeeze- "right in front of me, being flaunted in my face, not to mention the sweat dripping down your neck," he continued, pressing his lips to the nape of Viktor's neck and licking away a sweet droplet of sweat, "and the way your shirt shows off your every muscle," his hands slide back up his back, feeling the taut muscle beneath, "and of course, the constant reminder that this is all mine," he finishes, throwing his arms around his neck and kissing him on the lips full on. "I do believe all of that combined makes flying quite the challenge, you cruel, sexy man. But I understand- I see how it is- in order to be good enough for you, I need to be able to resist. And that, I'm afraid, I just can't do," he murmured, drawing the other man closer and kissing him again, slowly pushing his tongue past Viktor's lips, and into his mouth.

[Viktor Krum - Inactive]

Viktor moaned softly into Regulus’ mouth as he kissed him and forced himself to pull away, his lips not moving further than a few inches away from Regulus’. “I’m sorry Reg, but I just broke up vith you so I really don’t think ve should be doing this.” He leaned in closer and kissed Regulus on the lips, sucking on his top lip before pulling away again. “First of all,” he said, “it’s not helping vith the whole resisting problem.” He kissed Regulus again, longer this time. “And second, I don’t vant other, more experienced and single Quidditch players that I could be vith right now to get the wrong idea.” He smirked and ran a hand through Regulus hair as he leaned in to kiss him, gently pushing his tongue through Regulus’ lips and flicking the other man’s tongue with his own.

[Guest]

Regulus whimpered slightly as Viktor entangled his fingers in his hair, their tongues entwined as well, their bodies pressed together. "Oh, but could those other, more experienced quidditch players do the wronski feint? I didn't think so," he mumbled into Viktor's mouth, refusing to break the kiss as his hand lost grip on his broomstick, letting it fall onto the grass with a soft thump. "And besides, you like my lack of experience- you wouldn't have near as much fun with me without teasing me for my innocence," he said with a wink, looking up at him to stare into those gorgeous, dark eyes when a glint of gold caught his eye over Viktor's shoulder, and his lips contorted into the tiniest smirk as he removed his arms from Viktor's neck, instead snaking one hand around his waist and the other tickling the back of his neck, his eyes fixed on something behind Viktor. He pressed his lips to Viktor's again, nibbling lightly on his lower lip and looking up at him with puppy eyes, keeping an eye on the snitch out of the corner of his eye. "And how am I supposed to get more experienced anyway, if not by taking lessons from the god of *quidditch* himself?"

[Viktor Krum - Inactive]

Viktor smirked and kissed Regulus again, still keeping his fingers intertwined in Regulus’ hair. “I guess you’ll have to find somevon else to give you lessons. Not that anyvon could ever be as good of a teacher as me.” He ran one hand down Regulus’ back and gently grabbed his arse, too distracted to notice that Regulus was paying attention to something behind him. “Besides, you can barely stay on a broom now. I highly doubt you could pull off the wronski feint anymore,” he said with another smirk before kissing Regulus. He kept his lips pressed to Regulus’ and mumbled, “And you call yourself my biggest fan. You don’t even have my autograph. Sad, really. I’m not sure how ve ever thought this could last.”

[Guest]

Regulus pouted his lips again, then planted a kiss on his cheek, slowly releasing his grip on Viktor's neck and stretching his arm outward steadily, so as not to alert Viktor to what he was doing, the arm around the other man's waist yanking him forward as Regulus crushed their lips together and thrusting his tongue into his mouth, kissing him passionately, beginning to grind himself against Viktor. He breaks the kiss but quickly places his lips on Viktor's neck, sucking softly at the skin as his eyes flutter open, focusing on the silent, fluttering wings that were approaching, the tiniest smile etched on his face as he hears a satisfying moan from Viktor, reassurin him that the man was entirely distracted at the moment. "True enough. I could never, ever, ever be able to do this-" Regulus breaks into a wide, smug grin as he suddenly pushes Viktor forward and lunges to grasp the snitch, his fingers curling around the tiny, winged ball- "Without you as my teacher," he continued with a laugh, shoving Viktor in the chest with force and breaking away from him to shove the golden ball in his face. "Viktor Krum, I do believe I win our bet. I told you I'd beat you someday. I think it's about time you appreciated your darling boyfriend's talents at this game. I've improved."

[Viktor Krum - Inactive]

Viktor’s eyes widened in shock and his jaw dropped. “You- you caught the…snitch,” he stammered in disbelief. “You actually caught it,” he repeated, feeling what felt like a million emotions. Frustration, irritation, annoyance. Viktor always caught the snitch. Always. Every time. As annoyed as he was feeling right now he couldn’t help but feel extremely turned on by the man standing in front of him, holding the golden snitch in his hand. He’d never been beaten to the snitch before and now that he had been, he couldn’t help but to feel tremendously aroused by it. “I. Alvays. Catch. The. Snitch. No von has ever beaten *me,* Viktor Fucking Krum, before. You—you tricked me,” he said with a smirk. “That vos a dirty, little trap right there, and I’m not sure if I’m going to let you get avay vith it,” he said as he took a step closer to Regulus.

[Guest]

Regulus grinned mischievously and dangled the snitch by its wings in Viktor's face, then hopped back a step and dodged Viktor with a smirk. "Dirty little trap? Why, I would never," he said teasingly, leaping forward to plant a tiny kiss on the man's cheek before dashing away, snitch in hand, in the general direction of the bleachers. He ducks behind them, watching Viktor chase after him between the steps and doubling over in laughter.

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[Guest]

Oliver walked on the the pitch, Nimbus in hand. He dumped the quidditch ball case on the ground and took the quaffle out. He hopped on his broom, wand in his pocket, quaffle in one hand, and flew up to the keeper posts. He took out his wand and charmed the quaffle to shoot on him. He slowly kept saving the quaffle over and over again. Oliver was still extremly upset about the events of two nights ago.

[Guest]

Alicia wondered mindlessly onto the pitch as she had so many times before, her Comet Two Ninety resting on her shoulder. It was a minute before she realized she was not alone on the pitch. Someone was zooming left and right above her head, stopping an enchanted Quaffle from entering the tall posts behind her.

[Guest]

Oliver dove towards the left hoop and hit the ball away yet again. He looked down to see a girl on the field. "Oi! Who are you?" Oliver had never seen the girl before. As Oliver was marvelled at the new girl the quaffle whizzed by his head and flew straight through the middle hoop.

[Guest]

Alicia giggled, then waved. "Hi, I'm Alicia." she yelled to him. "I assume, based on your robes, you're Gryffindor's Keeper. I'm your new Chaser."

[Guest]

Oliver smiled and lowered his broom to the ground, the quaffle behind him still shooting at the net. Oliver stuck out his hand and smiled, "Oliver Wood, nice to meet you Alicia."

[Guest]

Alicia accepted his outstretched hand and shook it, smiling back at him. "You're pretty good, but let's see how you do against a real person." she grinned, and with a swish of her robe, toke off into the sky and snatched the Quaffle out of the air.

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