The stands

You have a strange sense that heading up into the stands is the correct course of action now. You begin to climb the stairs that will take you to the top of the stairs. While you walk ever upwards you ponder at why you’ve been drawn to this place. As you reach the top of the stairs, you hear familiar voices, but you can’t place them.

“There’s no way”, the first one says.

“Are you doubting my skill?” the second one replies.

“Of course”, comes the reply. “I thought that was clear.”

You step out into the sunlight at the top of the stairs and look around you. You’re standing in the commentator box, situated around halfway between the two sets of goals. Two people stand at the front of the stands. They turn when they hear you approach. Now you know why you recognised their voices – Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint. Both have graduated from Hogwarts, so you’re not used to hearing them around.

“What are you doing here?” you ask Oliver, your former team captain.

“We were asked to return for an exhibition Quidditch match”, he explains.

“Naturally, they wanted the best players from each house”, Marcus butts in, “but I guess they had to settle in Gryffindor’s case.”

He smirks at you and Oliver, who ignore him.

“That’s great!” you say enthusiastically. “I’m happy to see you.”

For the first time, you notice the box on a seat between the two former captains. It’s open and you step back when you see its contents – Bludger struggles inside a chained receptacle. Marcus picks up a Beater’s club and lazily gives it a swing.

“Wood was saying that he could hit a Bludger further than I can”, he drawls. “Of course, he’s wrong, but I want to show him.”

Marcus grins at you.

“How about you judge us?” he suggests. “I’m sure we can trust you to be impartial.”

You see Marcus hefting the club and quickly agree. You don’t want to get on the wrong side of the heavily-built Slytherin. Marcus hands the bat over to Oliver with a mocking bow.

“You first, Wood.”

Grimly, Oliver snatches the bat. Marcus waits until he is ready and points his wand at the Bludger. The chains unlock and the metal ball flies high into the air. Just as quickly, it drops down on you. Oliver is ready with the bat and swings it purposefully as the Bludger approaches, connecting with the ball squarely. It flies off over the pitch, then turns in midair and returns. Oliver gives Marcus the bat and steps back. As the Bludger approaches a second time, Marcus readies himself and gives it a resounding hit. The Bludger bounces back over the pitch.

“So?” Marcus asks. “Who won?”

Both of them look at you expectantly. In your eyes, the winner of the competition is obvious.

“I think the winner is—”

Before you can finish the sentence, the Bludger returns with a vengeance. Since none of you were focusing on it, you don’t see it approach. The ball slams into your stomach, knocking you to the ground. Immediately, Oliver jumps onto the Bludger and wrestles it into the ground. Marcus holds the container open as Oliver struggles with the Bludger and enchants the chains to snap into place once Oliver pushes it inside. Then, they rush over to you.

You’re surprised to even see Marcus kneeling beside you. In your hazy state, you realise that since Marcus is the one with the bat, he should’ve been on the lookout for it. You let out a groan and see Oliver’s face contort with worry.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

“I think so…” you reply slowly.

“We should give you a check up to make sure”, Marcus adds.

He reaches down and places his hands on your chest. You can feel through warmth, even through your clothes. You give him a startled glance and your eyes widen when Marcus winks at you. One of his hands moves to your throat, ostensibly checking your pulse; his other one slides to your groin. You let out an unintended moan when his large hand squeezes your cock. Oliver, luckily, doesn’t notice.

“Let’s get your clothes off so that you’re not so restricted”, Marcus says.

Before you can protest, he’s pulling at your clothes. You’re not sure how it happens, but all of a sudden, you’re just wearing your boxers. Oliver looks dubious, especially when he sees your hard cock tenting your underwear.

“I think Harry’s fine, Flint”, Oliver says, though you notice his eyes don’t leave your cock.

Marcus doesn’t reply. He holds your gaze as he slides his hand into your boxers and wraps it around your cock. You moan again. Marcus’s gaze flicks to Oliver and he smirks at the look on his rival’s face.

“Don’t you want to get a closer look?” Marcus says.

He doesn’t wait for a reply and pulls off your boxers. Oliver looks at you and you can see the desire in his eyes.

“There’s no need to lie to me, Wood”, Marcus continues. “I’ve seen you looking at me in the showers. I know what you want.”

“I’m sorry”, Oliver says softly.

Then, he leans down and wraps his lips around your cock. You let out another moan as your member slides into Oliver’s throat. The former Gryffindor Quidditch captain has always been in good shape and you often took a peak at him yourself in the changing room. You’re definitely not complaining about having Oliver sucking your cock now.

Meanwhile, Marcus lifts your legs up. His fingers slide between your ass cheeks before pressing into you. He manages to fit two fingers, but you can tell that it’s tight. To overcome this, Marcus takes out his wand and taps your ass, muttering a spell at the same time. Immediately, your ass opens up. It’s not long before Marcus pushes a third finger into you.

Finally, Marcus pulls Oliver off you. You’ve been so distracted that you haven’t noticed until now that he’s gotten undressed. You stare at his cock hungrily, your body filled with the desire to have it inside you. Beside you, you notice that Oliver has a similar look on his face. Marcus smirks at you both.

“Form a line”, he says mockingly.

While Oliver scrambles to undress, Marcus picks you up easily and flips you over onto your hands and knees. You feel his cock press against your entrance and then he’s pushing inside of you. You cry out as Marcus fills you up and begins to fuck you hard. The Slytherin wraps an arm around your neck, pulling you up. You let out a stream of small sounds as he pounds you. Oliver, now as naked as you, looks worried.

“Don’t hurt him, Flint”, he says uncertainly.

“Come one, Wood”, Marcus scoffs. “Take a look at his leaking cock. Potter’s enjoying this.”

Oliver’s eyes are drawn back down to your member. He licks his lips.

“If you want a go on my cock”, Marcus continues, “then impale yourself on his. Because that’s the only preparation you’re going to get.”

Apprehensively, Oliver turns around. He reaches behind him and holds your cock steady as he backs onto it. He’s tight, but it’s clear by how his hole opens up that Oliver isn’t a virgin. Marcus pauses moving for as long as it takes Oliver to push back, before resume fucking your ass. This time, whenever Marcus pushes into you, your own cock goes deeper into Oliver. The Gryffindor Keeper puts his head in his hands and lets Marcus and you take the initiative.

It doesn’t take a lot longer before your orgasm approaches. Marcus doesn’t stop fucking you as you let out a loud moan and empty your seed into Oliver’s ass. He continues fucking you for another minute until your softening cock slips out of Oliver. Then he pulls out of you and pushes you aside.

You watch as Marcus grips Oliver’s hips and sink his cock into his rival. Even being stretched by your cock isn’t enough to prepare Oliver for the pounding he’s now receiving. Quickly, it becomes clear that Oliver can’t do anything more than moan. Marcus looks over to you and winks. It’s clear that he’s exactly in the position he wants to be.

You decide to let Oliver and Marcus work out their rivalry in peace. You gather your clothes and steal back down the stairs. There’s probably more fun places you can go from here.