The lump was a little harder to swallow this time, though Peyton didn't really mind. He was too preoccupied to mind. The space he had closed between them was even smaller now as Nicholas moved his hand from his shoulder, down his arm and to his side. His skin tingled everywhere the other teen touched and he realised that this was it. This was his moment to make it or break it. He either went for it now or got left with a what if for the rest of the school year. He had been looking to distract the Gryffindor and he certainly seemed to have found the right distraction.

With a slight hesitation he move his own hand from the other teens shoulder and brought it up to cup his cheek, "Good." So it wasn't the most clever or romantic or sexy line but it was the most he could manage before closing the bare inch of space between them and leaning in. He pushed his lips to Nicholas', open to the other teens signals. If he wanted more, he'd be willing to give more. If he had somehow completely misread the situation he was also willing to back off. He was unsure and not the most experienced but it had felt like the right thing, the thing that the other teen had been looking for.

Nicholas leaned into the kiss–whatever confidence Peyton might have lacked, Nicholas made up for with his own single-mindedness.  The hand on the hip staying there as the other hand found its way just under the hem of Peyton's sweater.  All thoughts but one driven firmly into the background.  Though he wasn't sure if Peyton was up for that yet, and the chilly weather and current locale weren't ideal either.

He pulled back from the Ravenclaw, ending the kiss momentarily.  "You know, there are probably better, warmer, places."  And in complete contradiction to what he'd said he leaned back in though instead of going for another kiss, his hand moved further up between layers of clothing and he rested his forehead on Peyton's shoulder.

"And besides, I seem to be very lucky and some clothing is supposed to disappear."

This certainly wasn't what he had expected of his day. Had anyone asked him, even the day before, if he ever expected to be snogging Nicholas Bevans in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch he likely would have laughed them off. Not that there was anything wrong with what was happening, like at all! He just never expected it. It was a pleasant surprise to say the least, one he was thoroughly enjoying.

As the smaller teen accepted the kiss, Peyton went into it full force. He was a good Chaser and even better Team Captain. He was well adept at reading a play and adapting to it. He had recently found that when it came to situations, like this, it wasn't much different. He had moved his own hands down to Nicholas' waist. His breath caught as he felt a hand under his sweater, his skin breaking out in goosebumps despite the warmth of his sweater.

Peyton used the break in kissing to catch his breath and leaned his own head against the Gryffindor's. His voice, when he finally spoke, was deep and husky, "My place or yours?" He joked. He doubted either of them would make it as far as the Gryffindor or Ravenclaw towers, "Or you know, the locker rooms are heated." He knew there weren't any team practices scheduled for the day and a few quickly cast spells could make sure they weren't interrupted.   

Nicholas shivered, whether from the cold breeze or Peyton's hands moving he wasn't sure but he also didn't care because at the moment he felt good.  No, he was feeling great.  And on fire.  And Peyton's firm chest and arms and back and everything.  He was feeling a lot of things and all of them good, even the cold.

"Heated sounds great.  And much closer." Nicholas said muffled by the other teen's chest before he tilted his head up and kissed Peyton's neck.  "Lead. the. way. Captain."  He said laughing and punctuating each word with kiss along Peyton's jaw till the last one landed back on his lips.

Peyton let out a soft groaning growl. With Nicholas giving the go ahead he allowed himself to stop thinking. He moved on instinct instead. Deepening the kiss he dropped slightly, moving his hands from the Gryffindor's waist to the back of his thighs. Securing a good grip he picked up the smaller teen pulling on his legs so that he'd be straddling him. He readjusted his hands again so that he had him by the backside and walked him towards the lockers. Breaking the kiss to nibble along the other teen's neck as he went.

Once inside he dropped Nicholas off on one of the benches. He drew his wand from the holster on his wrist where he usually kept it whenever he knew he'd be on his broom. A few swishes, flicks and muttered words and the entries were locked and a charm was in place to keep them from being overheard.

He stalked back to the other teen with a smirk and straddled the bench next to him. He removed his own sweater before resuming their kissing. He was no longer clumsy or inexperienced as he had been even a year before. After spending a Spring Break and a good chunk of his summer with a former fling Peyton was well versed in what he was doing. It also afforded him certain . . . expectations over what was about to come. With an uninterrupted afternoon ahead of them to two were free to do anything and everything they wanted or needed to do to each other.

[Fin]