Lost in your gaze

viii

The grand hall was ringing with chattering students, the all too familiar noise played as background noise for the two boys who were so immersed in one another, stealing glances.

Marcus nibbled on his food, eyes locked with Oliver Wood's face. Marcus watched as Oliver licked his lips after finishing his meal, he felt bad for thinking it was sort of erotic. His breath hitched at the sight, his heart beating a little too fast. He could feel his cheeks start to heat up, making him even more embarrassed. He diverted his attention from Oliver's lips to whatever his friends were talking about, the image of Oliver Wood still lingering in his mind. He kept glancing back, trying to be subtle about it.

As the day went by, he couldn't get that image out of his head. He felt foolish, how could such a little thing linger in his mind?

Even at night time, he tossed and turned haunted by the ghost of Oliver Wood's sensual lips. His stared up at his ceiling, attempting to find an escape or for his mind to be tired, he couldn't get enough. He decided to sit by the window instead of tossing around his bed.

The stars glistened, the wind was racing, and the moon illuminated the earth beneath it. Marcus put his shoes on sloppily, in some sort of desperate rush to feel the night breeze. He carefully speed walked his way to the Quidditch field, standing still as he saw the same figure. The same one who with grace, dances with the broom and the wind, all completely in sync. The same one who he now knows is Oliver Wood. Without a single sound and in the familiar awe, he freezes, mesmerized by the other boy's gentle flying. He was trapped in a trance.

Oliver Wood came down from his broom to Marcus. "Hey, aren't you gonna join me?" Marcus eagerly nodded.
"Then, what are you waiting for?" Marcus got his equipment ready and set off for the sky. Both of the boys flew and began their casual session.

As they flew together, Marcus couldn't help but laugh at Oliver's (kinda shitty) jokes. Nonetheless, their time together went by as if gone with the wind. They both landed back down together, throwing themselves to lay on the grass, panting. Marcus looked over at Oliver while Oliver did the same, their eyes locking.

They were lost in each other's eyes. Marcus's eyes filled with love and admiration, though it wasn't something Oliver could necessarily see. To him, those eyes were beautiful but ambiguous, he wasn't sure how to read Marcus. His eyes were curious to him, yet mysterious that invoked a feeling in him, he couldn't pinpoint it. Marcus's eyes were hypnotic and Oliver was lost in a trance. Oliver's eyes to Marcus were as if the earth decided to put itself inside his eyes, his mind drifted off into the forests of his pupils, delicately observing. Without much thought, his mind unconsciously longed for more. He wanted more than to look inside those eyes but to travel in them. He wanted to not only observe his lips bit caress them with his own. Marcus moved closer, too charmingly to the point it wasn't very noticeable. His lips were giving in, they yearned for their other halves, and with that, they reunited.
Marcus had kissed Oliver Wood. His mind felt as if it had exploded, his body was warm. He was too lost. As if breaking himself from the spell, Marcus pulled away. In a panicked state, he ran. He fled as quickly as he could, without saying a word or even looking back. Marcus had left Oliver dumbfounded. Oliver remained frozen, it had taken time for him to process what just happened.
"Marcus! Wait up!" Oliver shot up, but it was too late. Marcus had already left