Not Just a Wingman

Chapter 1

As Percy slowly poured his boss's tea, he starred intently into Barty Crouch Sr.'s dazzling blue orbs. Percy thought seriously of saying: "You know Mr. Crouch, I was kind of hoping we can be more than work pals." But he decided not to.

"Weatherby," says Barty, "I was wondering if you'd like to be my assistant," he said, with a fiery daze at Percy's flaming red hair. he began to comb through his hot curls. "Yo- you mean it?" Spluttered Percy intensively.

"Oh, yes, Weatherby, you know I do." Percy began to move closer to his boss, feeling a strange attraction to him.

'Maybe Fred and George were right... Ew why did I just think that?' Barty took a sip of his tea and put it on the saucer. "Weatherby, you know, I love it when you talk like a slave to me."

"Well sir, I like it when you talk like a.. Boss to me?" Says Percy awkwardly. 'Like a boss to me?? Really? If you really like him, you have to tell him.' This went through Percy's head over and over as the day went by.

It was growing dark now, so Percy decided he'd better go home so him mother wouldn't worry.

As Percy begins to fall asleep, he dreamt about gazing into those beautiful blue orbs and began to wonder if this is love. When he was just about to fall asleep, he heard a rock hit his Burrow window. he pulled on his Gryffindor nightcap and opened the window, and there stood Barty Crouch Sr. 'It can't be,' he thought. But as Barty looked even more like himself, Percy realized it really was Barty. Percy took a deep breath and walked quietly to the window. He opened it slowly, trying not to wake anyone.

"Mr. Crouch.. Why..?" Said Percy, confused and happy at the same time. Barty fixed his gaze on Percy's green eyes. "Weatherby, I want something more than the title of business with you, i think I'm..." Barty stopped. One of the other boys turned over, but when he was sure no one else was awake, he let it out. "Weath- Weasley, Percy, I know you have.. Somewhat of a crush on me." Percy stopped breathing all together. "I.. I love you Percy. But if anyone finds out, I could lose my job, and after sending my son to Azkaban, I don't think the ministry would even let me walk free. I.."
Percy stopped him. "Barty, say no more. I'm in love with you, and I'm sick of hiding it." before Barty could respond, Percy apparated outside, threw his arms around Barty, and kissed him. They stood there, Percy's arms wrapped around Barty's neck, and Barty's wrapped around Percy's waist. It was as if their lips were glued together. Their heads shifted from side to side, causing their lips to intertwine more, and as they moved closer towards each other, Barty suddenly had an urge. An urge to lay Percy on the ground, and tear off their clothes and make love to him. So he slowly unlatched his lips from Percy's and whispered into his ear, "Let's go somewhere." Percy starred into his love's brilliant eyes and agreed. They grasped each others hand and Barty apparated them.
When their feet hit the ground, Percy found himself in a large room. "This is my bedroom," Barty explained, seeing the confused expression on Percy's face. Percy was terrified. Terrified because he had never done anything like this before, never loved another man before, and he was afraid that Barty wouldn't love him anymore if he wasn't good at it. He knew it was a stupid fear. But among them, his worst one of all was that they would be discovered. He remembered telling Barty that he didn't care if anyone knew, but he realized now that he does. Barty seemed to sense Percy's fear because he came about an inch away from Percy's face, leaned a little to the right, and whispered, "Forget the fear. Forget what people may think. Just for tonight. Only think of us. Only think of our love." And with that, they both leaned in and kissed. Percy felt his fingers run up Barty's shirt and touched his chest. Barty unbuttoned Percy's night shirt, and threw it off. He then unbuttoned his own and Percy pulled it off of him. They clasped together, and Percy, feeling his tongue enter Barty's mouth and twist with his tongue, he slid his hands down Barty's pants, through his boxers, and felt his genitals. He then pulled off Barty's pants and boxers, fell to his knees, and put Barty's penis into his mouth. Barty let out a soft groan and Percy closed his eyes and started sucking. He could feel himself cumming, and realized too that Barty cummed in his mouth. He could taste it, and he felt its warmth on his tongue and running down his throat. He liked it. He gently took Barty's penis out of his mouth and stood up, and next Barty pulled off Percy's pants and briefs and kneeled down, placing Percy's penis into his mouth. Percy moaned so loud that he was sure someone could hear him, if there was anyone else in the house. He felt Barty's tongue run up and down his genitals and he could feel a hickey start to surface. Barty unlatched and stood up. They kissed again, and this time was much more intense. Lips still attached, they slowly walked over to the bed and collapsed into it. Percy was underneath Barty, and to feel their genitals together was amazing. Barty gently grabbed his own penis and slowly covered it with lubricant. He then gently pushed it into Percy's anus. They latched their lips once again and Barty started thrusting up and down rapidly. Percy felt his finger nails tear across the skin on Barty's back. Their legs wrapped together. After a few minutes, they became very sweaty, but they didn't stop. The bed springs creaked so loud, and they were both moaning very loudly, and Percy was sure they were going to wake the neighbors.
After two hours, they both felt very tired. They laid beside one another, holding hands, their legs still intertwined. They both started at the ceiling, which Percy had accidentally bewitched to look like the night sky when Barty licked up Percy's chest.
"What are we going to do?" Percy quietly asked.
Barty looked at Percy, and gave a nervous half smile. "As long as we're together, it shouldn't matter."
Percy nodded, but he silently hoped that 'together' didn't mean both if them in Azkaban.