ROSEKILLER, JEGULUS AND WOLFSTAR oneshots

◇Rosekiller◇ • Bandages

for ellboes <3

"Barty, what the hell did you do?" asked Evan, rubbing more antiseptic on his forearm. Barty hissed in pain.

"Quidditch is a hard sport," he said.

"No its not. Its only hard when you try to play it with your eyes locked shut," Evan snapped, dropping his arm in frustration. Barty grinned.

"It was pretty fun tho," Barty said. "And my merlin does Roland McGregor look good in a Quidditch kit-".

"Barty, shut up," Evan yelled. Barty blinked several times, not really knowing what to say.

"Goodness what's got your stockings in a twist?" Barty muttered. Evan stood and moved to sit behind Barty on the bed, legs on either side of him, pushing Barty forwards slightly in the process. Barty felt his skin tingle were Evan grabbed his waist to pull him back.

"Nothing. Just your stupidity and idiocy and foolishness," Evan grumbled. Barty felt his long slender fingers massaging cream into his shoulders. He had to fight not to comment or let out the moans that were building up in his throat.

"Evan," he said, finally managing to calm down the sensations in his body.

"Yes, love," Evan replied, half-heartedly. Barty made sure to remind himself it was a pet name Evan gave to everyone.

"Why do you - fuck - know how to do this so well?" Barty managed to breathe out. Evan snorted.

"Simple stuff that everyone should know,". Barty felt Evans breath brushing against his neck. Evans hands were now running down Bartys sides, rubbing circles softly with his thumbs as he went along.

"No but... you're like madam Pomfrey level good," Barty said. His head was spinning. His heart was beating. Evan hummed.

"Years of practice I suppouse," he murmured, tracing a bruise on Barty's inner thigh.

"How'd you do that?" Evan asked, brushing his fingers over it. Barty took a deep breath, swallowing his moans, before he answered.

"It wasn't... it wasn't from the Quidditch,". Evan looked up, he and Bartys eyes locking.

"Doesn't answer my question," Evan said. Barty sighed and looked away from him. Evan smirked. Barty knew exactly how the bruise had gotten there, he just wasn't sure how to address the situation as they had never properly talked about it.

It had started the night before Barty was due to go home (earlier than everyone else as his father had business elsewhere and needed Barty to to with him)...

"Do I have to go home for Christmas?".

"No," Evan replied, threading their fingers together. Barty snorted.

"It was rhetorical, Ev, of course I have to go. I never get a choice,". Evan sighed.

"Then can we spend tonight together. Before you go?". Barty smiled and looked at Evan.

"Of course we can,". Their first kiss.

After Christmas break, they got drunk and hooked up.

They hadn't talked properly since.

Evan glanced at Barty, a smile crossing his lips as he realised Barty was reminiscing. He could always tell what was on his mind and Barty never knew why.

Then this afternoon had happened and Evan had reluctantly agreed to patch up Barty.

"Its fading," said Barty, slowly. Evan smirked.

"I can put more," Evans fingers dug into Bartys thighs, his lips ghosting his ear. "Would you like that, Barty, hm?".

"-Ev".

"What? Tell me what you want me to do to you,". Barty could feel his cock hardening by the second and Evan rubbing up and down his body was not helping.

"I- I- I want you to...".

"Want me to what?". Evans voice was deep. Thick with lust.

I want you to fuck me,". Evan smirked, kissing Bartys neck.

"I want doesn't get. But beg for it and maybe I'll give in,".

A/N: THIS TOOK SO LONG I've been suffering from writers block for like a month, this idea was given by ellboes a WHILE ago but I really wanted to get out a one-shot and I haven't done rosekiller in a while. pls give more ideas