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[andyfraz]

Week Name/Date/Time: "Duelly Noted" / Saturday, Decemeber 2, 2006 / 8.11pm
Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Open To: Baccypoo
Currently Involving: Andykins

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[andyfraz]

That wasn't why Andy was doing the ass clench, but of course he didn't want to let go of Bacchus anyway. He rather thought that this feeling, the boy's cock rubbing against every sensitive nerve ending inside that part of him, was pretty much perfect.

As perfect a feeling the boy orgasm inside of him. He came then of course, lifting his groin off the bed briefly in a pretty neat feat of strength, before slamming his cock and Bacchus's hand back down. He was going to need the house elves to wash his sheets again but oh well.

Sparks of fire exploded inside of him but then...

"What did you say?" Of course, being coma-talk it came out sounding something like 'muffin texture?' He fought through the heavy fog and coalition of rainbow colouring in his head until he could finally open his eyes and focus.

"You can't say that." Right away, he knew he'd be in for trouble. He couldn't tell Bacchus what to do, the boy was unlikely to take to that kindly. He was sure to know how Andy cringed at the thought and Andy knew that Bacchus would know. Bacchus probably know that Andy knew that Bacchus knew as well, which made things worse (and also confusing).

[godofwines]

Wait, what did he say?

And what did Andy say?

The ingrained response Bacchus had from not only his mother, but nearly every other authority character came first, without Bacchus' real consent on the matter.

"Don't tell me what to do," he said, sharply, before realizing it was on his lips. Didn't matter much, anyway, it seemed to be what Andy was expecting. And why shouldn't he? Andy had Bacchus' character down pat.

"I mean... what? What do you mean?" he asked, looking a little sheepish. He was, in all honesty, trying to find a cover-up for his first set of words. He hadn't meant to say them! He didn't even think he meant them! He searched over the preivous couple seconds looking for some way to escape.

"I said, 'fuck you', which I was doing, so I think I can fuckin' say it, Frazer!" he growled, pulling himself free of Andy with more mental difficulty than physical difficulty.

"Don't be a pussy-ass bitch."

[andyfraz]

The sheepish look might have gotten to Andy. Like seeing the boy blush, it was so rare it almost felt like it should be forbidden in a naughty, kinky way. But unfortunately for him, he didn't see it as he was still face down in the bed.

His skin was hit with cool air the minute Bacchus rolled off him and all the hairs on his body stood up in protest. Andy rolled off the bed and stood at its side, finally getting a telling glance at Bacchus' face. Yeah, he was totally not happy.

Andy's ingrained response was to apologise then sit down and shut up, but unlike Bacchus, his mouth beat him to the reaction that might have been better.

"Bullshit." He looked down to the floor in submission (now there was his natural reaction) and then back to Bacchus, planting a frown on his face (and there was his inclination to fight). This might have been a bit confusing for the older boy. Every so often there were slight shimmerings of dom that crackled and fizzed on Andy most unexpectedly. It might be daunting for someone with little experience in this area of kink.

"I heard what you said." He did doubt himself for just a second, wondering if maybe he had misheard. He wasn't really listening after all, he'd been too busy focusing on his other senses. But no. He would have heard those words even if Bacchus had said them in mermish. They were so unfamiliar to him and yet there was something natural about them.

But they couldn't be said again.

"I don't want to hear them. I told you from the beginning..."

Not that he thought Bacchus meant them. Only Lou had ever loved Andy and he couldn't even hold onto that. It couldn't hurt (too badly) to put the warning out.

He looked down to the floor again and noticed his naked body. His stomach was splashed with drying evidence of his recent orgasm and suddenly feeling emabarrassed, he looked around for his wand to clean himself up.

[godofwines]

"Fuck you," Bacchus said, lightly. That HAD to be what he meant, hadn't it?? Why on EARTH would he say he loved frickin' ANDY of all people? Bacchus Donovan loved many things. He loved his family, he loved his pick-up, he loved Muggle television, he loved food (except food that was too spicy). He loved the smell of rain on pavement, he loved dogs, horses, and lions. He loved the Kenmore Kestrals. He loved Quidditch.

He did not love Andrew Frazer. End of story.

But once the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them even more than the original ones which had started this whole era of bad vibes. Not that he was gonna apologize! No, that wasn't how Bacchus Donovan operated.

"Don't...don't do that," he said, watching Andy taking out his wand.

"Don'tcha know priori incantaetum? Fuck, mate, think you wanted people to know you were a faggot, shit son."

He got up and grabbed a handerkerchief from his discarded jeans and threw it at Andy.

[andyfraz]

Andy tongued the inside of his cheek and looked at Bacchus sourly. The younger boy was clearly holding back on replying to Bach's snark. He squeezed his wand, which he had just picked up from underneath his shirt, and bent over again to pick up the hanky that Bach had so kindly threw at him.

He wiped the material over his skin, getting rid of all the sticky traces of enjoyment. It was like a metaphor for that very moment. Or some deep shit like that.

"We're back to this again, are we? Fucking ace." He whipped his wand at the curtains laying on the floor and they repaired themselves nicely. He was feeling quite on edge at the moment, as if he was coming down from ecstasy, which he realised was actually he case. His teeth ground together and if he could relate this to Bacchus in any way, it would be like getting nicotine without the joy of sucking on the cigarette.

"I'm not ashamed of being gay. I don't want people to know and why is my business, not yours. That's not a fucking crime and I'm sick of you making me feel bad about it." He threw the handkerchief into the bin beside his bed and sat down on the edge of his matress, facing away from the older boy.

[godofwines]

No matter how much Bacchus wanted to go over there and lick said sticky remembrances off Andy's gut, he knew he had to hold his ground. No sex now, not when Andy was being a shithead. Bacchus was going to have to get use to this rewards system.

"You fucking are, otherwise you wouldn't be such a cunt about it!"

He didn't bother keeping his voice down now, because he didn't give a bleeding shit who heard him, angry as he was.

In a perfect world? In a perfect world, he could have his cake and eat it too! In a perfect world, Andy would love him as much as Illiad loved Brinley Watson (douche-bag extraordinaire though he was), would give HIM that blind devotion! And he would get it in return from Bacchus, were this only a perfect world!

Only through this terrible thought did Bacchus realize the truth: he was in fucking love with Andrew Frazer.

Shit.

"You make me feel bad enough, arsehole," he grumbled, and when he grumbled it, he realized how mad he was at himself for his choice in words. His eyes fell back to the doona and he appeared to be blushing again, this time with shame.

"Sorry," he said, pulling his jeans on and not even bothering replacing his boxers underneath them.

[andyfraz]

It was funny, Andy was thinking the same thing. No sex now, not when Bacchus was being a shithead. But who were we kidding, if Bachcus offered, Andy would take it, no matter how lousy he might feel at the moment.

Noise level didn't matter, it was unlikely they could be heard. The party was probably in full swing by now.

He almost spilt out all the rubbish with his father. Maybe that would shut the boy up? Andy's death could be a very convenient way to keep Bacchus quiet. Although most likely not even then. It was lucky that the older boy spoke before Andy could.

"You make me feel bad enough, arsehole."

Well if that wasn't a kick in the gut, he didn't know what was. His back, pale but bright against the beam of moonshine that filtered in through the window, tensed and then slumped, as if finally giving into defeat. The apology meant nothing because one, he didn't know how rare it was for Bacchus to apologise, and two, he couldn't see his expression. If he'd seen the blush, he might've seen it was sincere.

"I'm sorry I make you feel that way." He heard the zip of the fly on Bach's jeans and knew he was leaving. Andy had expected them to talk after the sex, get all that cousin fucking business out of the road, but he hadn't expected to be dumped. For the second time in just about as many days, he might add.