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WHO: Ernie and Linus
WHAT: True colors and intentions show themselves.
WHERE: Classroom, Hogwarts Castle.
WHEN: After classes. 12-16-97.
STATUS: Incomplete.
PLEASE NOTE: The first portion of this post was completed in GoogleDocs.
His wand was at the ready, sweat glistened upon his unhaired upper lip. Linus narrowed his eyes only slightly ( Read more... )
WHAT: True colors and intentions show themselves.
WHERE: Classroom, Hogwarts Castle.
WHEN: After classes. 12-16-97.
STATUS: Incomplete.
PLEASE NOTE: The first portion of this post was completed in GoogleDocs.
His wand was at the ready, sweat glistened upon his unhaired upper lip. Linus narrowed his eyes only slightly ( Read more... )
Ernie looked up at the sound of his friend's voice and managed a smile in his direction. He had gotten used to the second badge on his friend's uniform almost to the point of no longer noticing it. It had bothered him at first, but he understood where Linus came from. They all were doing what they could to survive, him included.
"We're always busy, aren't we?" he replied almost teasingly. "If we're not trying to figure out ways out of DADA class, we're in detention, or worse... You know what they say about idle hands."
When Linus spoke of Hannah, however, Ernie felt a combination of lightness - from the weight being taken from his shoulders - and gratitude that Linus would help Ernie's best friend in such a way. "You didn't," he exclaimed in disbelief but with a wide grin, feeling a little heady from his mingled emotions. "I can't believe you managed to help her. Merlin, thank you so much!"
He reached out and pulled Linus to him for a big hug, probably holding him a little tighter than he should, but he was just so relieved that something was being done so that Hannah was all right. Now, if only they could get news of Justin... but he would take what he could get. "And I haven't gotten you anything yet. Name it, and its yours. I just can't believe you did that for Han..." He sighed.
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The hug was foreign to Linus, who though embraced tried not to be stiff to the advance. He was simply so shocked, his mind trying to intellectually analyze these emotions. He of course hugged, he was Human. But he hadn't expected it from Macmillan. It took him time then to realize he should do something, and pat Ernie's back in a masculine way- two wraps with his palm before he motioned to pull away. "You're welcome." Linus stated dismissively. "We must protect the things that we hold dear, and then of course hold ourselves to a higher moral ground." Linus' head bowed then, a simple shrug.
Linus withdrew his book from his binder, seeking no further thanks, for praise so often embarrassed him. He opened the large book. "I see you often with that Corner lad these days. More than before. I know of him only by reputation. He was sweet on Theodore. I recall quite the liplock in the Great Hall some time ago, actually. He's had his hearing I assume. My deduction is that the Ministry found him a loyalist?" Peering at Ernie, Linus sought confirmation. "He isn't being escorted by the MLE to the station at any rate."
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Ernie let go of Linus and hoped he hadn't embarassed his friend with the display, but he'd just been so glad to hear some good news for a change. He smiled as Linus simply tried to dismiss what he'd done - Ernie wouldn't forget it anytime soon, and he did vow to repay his friend somehow. He didn't have to, but he wanted to.
"I guess Michael's become one of my best mates of late, especially since Megan and I broke up," he added with a shrug. "You're right, he was sweet on him, but then the bastard played him like a piano and left him with a million pieces to pick up. I know he's your cousin, but that doesn't make him any less of a git bastard who should just sod off and leave Michael alone. Just yesterday they'd paired up in DADA, and you know what the bastard does? He hexes him!" He pouted. "Of course, Michael hexed me too, but that was just a fainting hex, and it's because I was trying to make a point to Carrow. He was afraid she'd hurt me as a result."
A sigh. "Yeah, they haven't kicked him out yet, thank Merlin. Though at times, I wonder if it just might be better for him out there. But he's my mate, and I'd miss him. Just like I miss Justin." His arms crossed over the book before him, no longer even pretending to read it. "Han had an interview too, but it didn't go bad. I suppose after what your Mum said, it was just for show in the end. She couldn't afford to look like she was taking things easy on Half-bloods, even if it was by order of the Ministry."
He looked over at Linus, a look of wistful longing in his eyes. "I'm so tired of this, all of this. I wish, for just a day even, that we could all go back to how things were before. Or at the very least, at times I want to escape, just immerse myself into something that would make me forget all about it. Just feel happy for once instead of afraid, and hurt, and guilty." Even just speaking the words brought him guilt. "It's wrong of me to feel that way, though, not when my friends are risking themselves every day just by showing up to class.
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Weakness. Wish. And a need for raw Hedonism. A longing for escape. His eyes flared subtly, mouth opening just barely agape as he sensed prey within Ernie. That he had never suspected. Ha. How interesting. And perverse. The young boy considered, mouth paralleling in a smile as Ernie recounted how much he seemed to care for Michael, and so wanted the world to go away for but five minutes.
"Oh no. No, its definitely not wrong of you in any way," Linus coaxed coyly. "We all want to escape the unpleasant. It keeps us sane, don't you think? If even for five minutes. Ten minutes. An hour." With each of these fragments, Linus drew just a hair closer. His viper-like sense could taste the sweat. The pent up energy. The painfully suppressed need for a little escape. "Don't think for a moment that your friends would blame you if you needed just a minute to rebuild. You wouldn't deny them such a thing if the roles were reversed." Linus smiled. A hand was placed upon Ernie's shoulder and there it rested. Then he kneaded the shoulder in a warm, pinching motion, palming into the knotted, tense muscle a swirl, "You're tired and we all see that. I'm your friend and I'd certainly hope you'd take a break for a moment."
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Ernie nodded, knowing everything Linus said was true. The hand on his shoulder felt warm and comforting, and it was a rare gesture of affection on Linus' part that Ernie recognized and appreciated. "They'd be the first to agree with you, too. I do have this tendency - just a little one, mind you - of taking on my friends' problems as my own. They'd want me to let go and refresh myself, but, I just feel like I'm letting them down if I do."
He sighed. "It was easier before, you know. Back when Meg and I were together. We didn't get alone time very often, but when we did, it was like I could forget the rest of the world existed when I was with her. I hate to admit it, but I miss that sometimes." A small smile crept onto his lips. "She spoiled me, I guess you can say. Before her, I was able to just go on living with school and my friends, but now... I guess I'm just a little lonely, is all." He waved his hand as if waving the problem away. "I'm fine, really. Merlin, here I am babbling my problems away while we're supposed to be studying Transfiguration. I'm sorry, mate."
He sat up straighter and moved his hand back to the textbook, though he didn't really wish to do so. Thoughts of school led to thoughts of teachers and detentions and... but he would do anything for his friends, even if it meant studying when he didn't truly wish to.
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Linus listened because to listen was to unburden, if even with a gentle gesture such as a nod that brought with it assurance. Assurance that one was not alone, and they were being listened to. All the while, a powerful Quidditch-trained hand produced a vent for that tension to release by way of first Ernie's shoulder, gradually working way to the back of the neck.
"Loneliness is the mind killer," Linus whispered steadily, blue eyes equally affixed on Ernie's. "I know that well enough. You have friends. You have close friends. Surely they help with that." A drop in the gaze, chaste but direct in intention, for Linus gazed at the movements of Ernie's mouth. "Unless you mean something more intimate." He whispered, head tilting.
Ernie's hand slid to the textbook. Linus' hand intercepted, giving him advantage of both position and line of sight. "You're not fine." Linus whispered, studying Ernie's face with his soft whisper. His hand shifted, brushing with the faintest notion of touch against Ernie's before he shut the book. Then there he stood his ground, hand next to the Hufflepuff's. Eyes upon him, unrelenting. Demanding the presence be acknowledged. The closeness doubly so, as chemical receptors fired in the minds and senses of both young men. The closeness that did not increase but instead stayed. "I'm telling you as a friend." Linus whispered, words like silk against Ernie's ear, "You're taking a break now. You're not crashing and burning on my watch." Inch by painful inch... hair's breadth by hair's breadth, Linus drew closer. His scent inescapable, his visage like a dawning sun encompassing the sky. Eyes like pools of lucid, cool water beckoning.
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"They do help," Ernie said instinctively, "except when they... don't. Things have just been so tense lately, and even the closest of friends can fray the others' nerves from time to time."
And then Ernie heard the word 'intimate' coming from his friend's lips, and his eyes caught the direction where Linus' were looking. His breath caught for a moment, feeling a strange tightening, nervous sensation in the pit of his stomach. For some reason, his mind conjured up an image from his second year, that of a dueling club, and a snake making its way toward Justin. But this time, it wasn't Justin but Ernie that the snake was approaching, tail flicking as it slithered along toward him, forked tongue scenting its environs. And as the snake approached, he simply couldn't decide whether to run for his life, or stay where he was.
But he quickly allayed any nerves he felt. Linus was his friend, he cared about him and was concerned for him. Perhaps he was simply reading too much into things, what with it being a month or so since the last time he'd snogged anyone. But then his eyes met Linus', and there was something in their depths that demanded his attention and drew him in. This was a side of Linus he couldn't remember seeing before, or perhaps he'd just never looked before.
He swallowed hard, then unconsciously sucked on his bottom lip a moment before forming a response. There was little doubt in his mind that he was reading things properly and that it seemed another aspect of history was trying to repeat itself again. This time, however, was different. Linus wasn't Colin, and... Ernie knew his own mind better than he had back then. The only question was... did he flee, or did he succomb? There was no sherry, no upset over Megan's comments, and no questioning of his own person - and therefore, the decision was truly his own. Crashing and burning, Linus had said... he could definitely feel his cheeks burning now.
"You never gave me any indication before..." he trailed off. "What did you have in mind? For a break, I mean." He had an inkling, of course... but he wanted to hear specifically what Linus had in mind.
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"You never asked," Linus whispered matter of factly, face jutting forward before it was turned to the diagonal. "Does it matter? I know you're attracted to sameness. All you have to do is listen to how you speak. Where your eyes go when you think no one is looking. The piece of the puzzle I'm intrigued about is..." Linus moved close, his lips puffing soft hot breath against Ernie's analogous parts, "... I'm onto you regardless of that piece."
A smirk and a rise of a single eyebrow. "You're going to forget your problems for at least the next thirty minutes, is what I had in mind. After that I suspect you'll have more questions, but it might distract you for a time, before the next DADA class." Linus shifted, and it wasn't to kiss Ernie. Those phantom blue orbs shifted down. Over Ernie's lips. Over Ernie's chest. Farther south. Linus' body followed his line of sight, his parallel to the slinky snake in Ernie's vision impossibly similar. His body slid and bent with serpentine grace. It wasn't long before the cobra-like, hypnotic sway of a boy's lithe frame was found in Ernie's lap, straddling it with a poise and grace that was distinctly in-effeminate. Eyes glowed down upon him, hovering and waiting for the next move.
Warmth. Oh Hades, sweet warm contact against one's thighs and groin, upon which was being applied stirring friction and subtle gyration. It banished the cold of the castle in December, instead inviting the warmth of spring. "Undo my tie, and open my shirt." Linus stated, first in assertive neutrality, eyes returning to Ernie. The lesson- the experiment would begin. With it, the command and focus Ernie required and it came in one gentle, patient word. "Now."
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Holy bloody fucking hell!!!
Ernie had been rendered into utter and complete speechlessness. His head felt so light, as if he were intoxicated by every word Linus spoke. It was so appealing, the idea of simply forgetting the world for half an hour, to feel something other than pain and fear, but more than any of that, to feel someone's touch again. He had been able to deny it during his waking hours, but his dreams - which once upon a time he had never been able to remember - now reminded him almost nightly of what it felt like to feel lips along his neck, and a hand other than his own stroking him to completion.
But this was Linus, his mate who had shown no interest in him before now, at least none that Ernie could glean from their interactions. The long look that had moved down Ernie's body had left nothing to the imagination in terms of what Linus wanted, and Ernie was quite frankly in shock that he wanted it from him. He couldn't help but feel self-conscious, what with the weight he had regained in the last month, but it obviously didn't deter his friend.
Ernie wanted to quip 'What, no dinner first?' or some such thing to break the tension in the air, but the intensity of the moment was so heavy that it weighed down his tongue, making him incapable of speech. And then Linus was in his lap, moving in a way unlike anything Ernie had ever felt, and any hope of hiding his reaction to the moment was banished. There were so many questions in his mind, most of which revolved around the fact that Linus was his friend, and what would happen afterward, and what did this mean, but the physical need for closeness with somebody went a long way toward shutting them up.
There was no way Linus could have known how the very thing he did next was the very thing to break through Ernie's worries and doubts. The words he spoke were simple, but commanding, driving straight to the heart of Ernie's deepest desire to let go of his own self-control. Before he even realized it, his hands had moved to rest on Linus' thighs, then as if controlled by a mind other than his own, they lifted up, fingering the green and silver tie. As the knot came undone in his trembling hands, he looked up at his friend with veiled eyelids. His blue eyes seemed to ask every question he could not speak, and beneath it all, a plea for understanding at his own vulnerability and limited experience.
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Linus was tender, but he was not feminine. His hands were sinewed and calloused from a life of Quidditch. His body was sleek, masculine and chiseled by a soft technique. "You've never really undressed another man before have you?" It was a gentle tease, for Linus smiled and not even vaguely in a malicious way. "You're doing fine." He assured when the first of his buttons began to reveal to Ernie the fair-tanned flesh of another male. He had no breasts, something that Linus seemed perversely interested in pointing out to Ernie by taking his hand and guiding it onto his pec.
Hardly was hardly a professional, but for a sixteen year old he was well versed. He knew motion and friction were essential, and tapping that very theory he assured that the betweens of his legs and rump situated warmly against Ernie's pelvis. They hardly stayed still either, for subtle movements were capable of delicious sensation- increasingly Linus came to believe they were not known to Ernie either.
A shrug of the shoulder came from Linus to begin dislodging the modest film that people placed themselves in. Creamy white, pale flesh with narrow shoulders and a trickle of black hair falling over their shape. In a double take... no, hardly. Strong, athletic but not overzealous in structure. Healthily hued without extravagance or the work of leather. Squared in their shape, not a hair on its surface. Descending from it, well-sculpted, flat but strong was Linus' pec.
Fingers found the back of Ernie's neck, drawing him up to sit. "Touch...." Was the sole instruction, though so much more was implied when Linus pushed Ernie's face and lips against his diaphragm, pec and the nipple which resided there.
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Ernie closed his eyes when Linus told him to enjoy the moment. He breathed in deeply, trying to bring some steadiness to his thoughts, and was comforted by the reassurance that Linus would 'go easy' on him. When he opened his eyes, the strange intensity had lessened in strength, and the predatory snake-like creature seated upon him had transfigured back into his friend, Linus. "I've snogged a bloke once," Ernie admitted, " but nothing more."
He continued focusing on his breathing as the pads of his fingers slid against Linus' skin. Pale skin, sleek with muscle that almost begged to be caressed. A lock of black hair against a pale shoulder, and undeniably male features... Ernie's other hand reached out to touch the dark hair, fingers threading through the strands as his eyes absorbed the contrast of darkness against light. There was something almost familiar in the topography of the flesh beneath his fingers... but wait, that couldn't be it. Ernie shook his head as if pushing back a memory and simply did as instructed, living in the moment.
He made a soft moan as Linus' fingers moved along his neck. It was such a weakness of his, the neck. All sense tended to flee his mind when he was kissed there, as Megan could no doubt attest. He moved along willingly, and when his face brushed against Linus' skin, he did what came naturally to him. His lips parted, pressing a lingering kiss against his friend's chest, and thus also tasting his flesh for the first time. His hands fell to Linus' waist, his lips needing to move, caressing their way up the boy's chest and unthinkingly brushing against a nipple as he passed. His eyes were closed tightly as he worked his way up, and flashes of images entered and left his mind. Thoughts, memories, dreams, things that lingered in the back of his mind without getting a proper opportunity to make themselves known.
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With a name comes the power of the Human perception, and it is smell that builds our memories, and memories can impose a smell. For the briefest of moments, the air around the two lads smelled not of musty books, old wood or dank room. It even ceased to smell of Linus' pheremones, instead imposed by the senses a taste- a coating if you will- of the tongue that brought back a nagging, phantom memory of the tall Ravenclaw. It was citrusy like Linus was, but mellower, like an orange married to the gentleness of cedar rather than the sharpness of ginger.
A hand encouraged the moan, seeking it to crescendo. Linus' fingers played upon Ernie's neck, but not too much. All the better to leave Ernie hungry for more later. Linus dutifully left Ernie with a leftover, and a promise for with finger swirled with tongue, Vaisey stroked Ernie's neck to leave it with a gleam, intent on bringing out Ernie's passions. Linus' own head tilted up in supreme approval of the developing oral fixation Ernie had upon his skin. A hand coddled him, lending to Ernie the sensation that he should feel safe and secure here, and yet steadied him as well. He should be mindful of the trust Linus was giving, placing Ernie so close to him.
"Lay back against the chair," came Michael's accent, delivered when Linus bent to say the words to his ear. But it was Linus who pursued with kisses to set the flesh of Ernie's neck aflame. Hair trickled at the Hufflepuff's neck- phantom sensations coupled with the real feel of warm lip on tender skin. Linus undid one and then two of Ernie's shirt buttons at midwaist. A cool, slender hand touched him under the pec one moment before it showed itself to be strong and roughened with play.
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"What?" Ernie was momentarily distracted by the mention of Michael's name. He blinked owlishly up at Linus before blushing furiously. "No, no we never... We're just good friends, is all. I'm not even his type."
Ernie's neck arched instinctively as Linus' fingers continued to play along it. Yes, the scents, the feel of things were changing ever so slightly, so gradually that Ernie had no time to ponder the change. And more flashes of memory... Were the memories prompting the change, or vice-versa? The scent, it had wrapped Ernie in comforting warmth on so many occasions, not the least of which was the day after his heart had been broken, when he had fallen asleep on his friend's shoulder. He gasped at the first touch of wetness upon his skin, the finger trailing down his neck and leaving the trail in its wake
Ernie's lips paused in their ministrations when the hand coddled him. He took a few moments to breathe, his cheek moving to press against Linus' chest and his arms wrapping around his middle. He was... confused, thoughts and feelings and sensations swimming through his body as his mind seemingly couldn't decide where he was and with whom. But he did know. He was with Linus, Linus with whom he could be vulnerable, and who'd been vulnerable with him in turn. Yet for all of Linus' words about living in the moment, there was something notably off, almost wrong but not quite.
And then he was distracted again, this time by the request to move back and the placement of lips against his neck. In that moment, he was completely gone, his mind having room for nothing but the sensation of a warm mouth along his flesh. It was followed by the tease of hair and the touch of a hand that had him gasping. His hand slid along Linus' arm and to his shoulder, not restraining but caressing instead, almost scrambling for purchase as his mind was lost in the feelings Linus was wringing out of him.
"Mmmmmm," he rumbled, his head back, neck arched, and body pressing absently up into Linus' where their hips met.
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Linus emitted his first grunt against Ernie's ear. It was almost like the low purr of a pleased cat, save for the sharp inhale of air after. A puff of breath exuded its warm and paradoxically steadying but enthralling presence on Ernie's exposed neck. Hands shifted with confidence, bordering on arrogance, for they found Ernie's tie and demanded it leave. Linus even whipped it from around Ernie's neck and threw it away. It took only a moment for the hand to return to the space between dress shirt and flesh, its presence surging back to attention when Linus courted Ernie back, thumbing the nub and then scraping in circular fashion its bump with his thumbnail.
At the exact same time, Linus demanded Ernie's vocal chords, for the instant he teased this new area of exploration he rawly took the spongy texture of tongue and applied it from adam's apple to chin in a motion that encouraged voice to follow its track. Gray- no, blue- eyes studied Ernie when lips descended and comparatively tenderly calmed nerves by settling a kiss against the round of the Huffelpuff's chin. A calm before the storm if ever there was one.
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For a moment, in the midst of the new sensations, he felt an altogether familiar emotion... guilt. What would Meg think if she saw me like this? But the thought was not wrought from some misguided sense of monogomy for his ex-girlfriend. No, he had over the last month taken the torch that still flared for her and reduced it to the level of a candle - often with the use of negative reinforcement - though that candle still burned strong within him. He somehow knew it always would. What brought on his guilt was the knowledge, brought on by certain instances, that she would no doubt think herself wanting as a female at the simple knowledge that his own interests were more... diverse.
Was that what had kept his mind from analyzing his feelings and ease over that kiss with Colin? What had kept him from going further into his own mind and desires? He had always been rather obtuse when it came to such things as attraction, yet now an entire world had been opened up before him... and he had deliberately shut a door on half of it because he was afraid of hurting someone he cared for.
He pushed the guilt away and was strangely pleased by the low grunt Linus released. As his own tie was disposed of, his hands grew bolder, sliding up and down the smooth, muscled back of his friend. And then a tongue, wet and strong, slid along his throat. His head stretched further back, as if offering more of himself to the delicious torture as a strangled Oh! escaped from his lips.
His breathing was shaky, all of his senses seeming to be stimulated at once. The hands that were caressing Linus' back moved, one to slide down his side, and the other to tangle in the dark strands of hair at the base of his neck. "Oh, please," he begged senselessly, eyes closed tightly and not quite knowing for what he was begging. "Please Michael, I need..."
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The strike of the match was not a spark, but the warm, moist caress of a boy's tongue upon deliciously vulnerable throat. Linus had laid out the path for Ernie, now he would force him to walk it. He sat upon Ernie's lap, thighs gripping him; his seat anchoring him; his source pinned to another's. His hand rested upon Ernie's flat breasts. Young Vaisey's intentions became subtly clear- domination for enlightenment. As the last minute muscle cells of Linus' tongue left Ernie's exposed pseudo g-spot, the words came from him.
The match lit the candle and a new source of light would warm Ernie. Vaisey watched Ernie's face, waiting for a new light- a dawn- to come over Ernie. Blue orbs studied him, and in his waiting Linus sat inert upon Ernie. He no longer gyrated or dug into him. His place in this was done.
"You said Michael..." Came an amused, chuckled coo from Linus, breathh steady and exhaled while lips hovered over Ernie's. He waited- waited for that glorious revelation to sweep Ernie, and to be the first to look upon reborn eyes when they opened in this epiphany.
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