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11. Fantasies and Desires

WARNING: this chapter is essentially just smut tbh

Evan:

Over the next few days, Evan's routine changes slightly, and it becomes ritualistic.

On Sunday evening, the day after Evan slept with Barty on the quidditch pitch, at lights out, Evan had a knock at his door, which was odd. It could have been Kit, but Kit goes to bed at lights out on the dot, he's very efficient, so Evan couldn't think of who it was.

Maybe he should have guessed.

When he opened the door he found Barty on the other side who had asked to come in and because Evan is like a love-sick puppy, he let him in.

There wasn't much talking, Barty would walk in and kiss him and from there it would turn to sex, Barty would lay on his chest and they'd fall asleep together until sunrise when Barty would sneak out back to his dorm.

It's now Wednesday and each time Barty has gotten more adventurous in the bedroom, leaving Evan spending his days anticipating what they'll experience next.

Barty has now also started showing up to all lessons, at least, the ones he has with Evan. And in the ones where he sits next to Evan, he'll bring his chair closer and knock their shoulders, or place his hand on Evan's leg, or brush their hands together and every time Evan has to hold back a sigh because each touch is invigorating.

Currently, the two of them are sat next to one another in Defence Against the Dark Arts, but they're going over dark creatures, so Evan is slightly zoned out given that Magical Creatures of any sort are his speciality.

He's pulled out of his own thoughts by Barty's hand on his thigh. Evan's eyes flicker over to Barty for a split second who is staring at the front of the classroom with a smug look on his face, which Evan is confused about because he hasn't done anything revolutionary, his hand is just on his thigh, but then his hand starts to travel.

Barty's hand moves to the side so that it's now on Evan's inner thigh, and then his hand moves up and stops just below his crotch which makes Evan's breath hitch in his throat, and then he shifts slightly, hoping for Barty's hand to inch further up.

Still, Barty is focused on the front of the class, the smug bastard.

Barty's hand grips Evan's inner thigh sending a shock wave through his lower abdomen, causing him to harden against his trousers. Evan begins to shift again, hoping for Barty to touch him.

Barty then leans his head over to Evan "later" he whispers.

The day seems to drag on after that.

Lights out rolls around and there it is, bang on time, the familiar knock on his door. Most people, Evan has noticed, knock three times, but Barty only knocks twice, Evan wonders why that is.

Evan opens the door to let Barty in, and as soon as he closes the door, Barty's lips are on his.

It's so familiar now, the feeling of Barty's lips against his, and Evan relishes in it. He loves the way that Barty's tongue runs across his bottom lip, loves the way Barty sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, loves the way Barty's hands run all along Evan's body when he kisses him.

This time, Barty pushes Evan up against the wall, takes both of Evan's wrists in one hand and pins them against the wall up above Evan's head, his other hand finds Evan's crotch and he begins to rub his hand up and down, causing Evan to moan into his mouth.

"God, I love it when I make you moan" Barty growls into Evan's mouth as he adds more pressure with his hand, sending more pleasure through Evan's body.