RP: YOU'RE BACK!

[shh_terry]

Date: 13 August 2005
Characters: Terry Boot, Blaise Zabini
Location: Terry's flat in Copper Towers
Status: Private
Summary: Blaise returns home, Terry is very glad to see him
Completion: InComplete

Terry absently rubbed the soft fur behind Morganna's ear. They'd come to a sort of truce, the two of them, over the past two weeks while Blaise had been

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[shh_terry]

Terry let his legs fall open slightly, which allowed one of Blaise's legs to slide between his own, and groaned at the sensation of Blaise's tongue on his neck. It had been too long if such a small thing was getting him so worked up, but he couldn't complain. "I'll have to work on that," he whispered, rolling his hips against Blaise's lightly, before drawing back.

From his position on the bed, he watched as Blaise cataloging the room, and blushed as Blaise explained what he'd meant. "Well, that too," he said, looking up at Blaise from beneath hooded eyes. His eyes were drawn to Blaise's hands adjusting a cuff link, and he noticed the slight hesitation Blaise gave over the word boyfriend. Anyone else would have missed it, but Terry had spent the past eight months learning every one of Blaise's tells, and there weren't very many.

"I didn't know what other word to use. He wouldn't understand partner, and lover certainly isn't appropriate to tell a five year old. And...friend is exactly all that you are, either." He blushed. "So I called you my boyfriend," he stumbled over the word again, it still feeling odd to say out loud.

"And like I said, once I explained everything in terms he could understand, he knows why he can't just go tell the man at the dairy that we're boyfriends." And he knew he was babbling, but the look on Blaise's face made him uncomfortable, and not in an entirely good way.

[shh_blaise]

Blaise nodded at Terry’s explanation of the phrase he’d used, but his mouth stayed tight and he remained by the door.

It made sense. Terry was right to use that word in preference to any other with Ben. It was simplistic enough for a child his age to understand the concept being explained. But the word still gave Blaise the jitters. Sounded too young and too innocent and it sounded - Blaise couldn’t quite put his finger on the exact explanation. Normal wasn’t the right word, it was perhaps closer to established, but that still wasn’t right either. Blaise wiped the palms his hands on the leg of his trousers. Perhaps it was just the fact that Terry had given name to this thing between them by using that term and that in doing so he had made it harder to write off and dismiss their relationship as anything but what the word implied.

Blaise looked up, he hadn’t realised that his gaze had slipped to the floor for a moment, but now he schooled his expression into something more at ease and looked back at Terry. Terry was still babbling about his conversation, his body language closing him off from Blaise and betraying his unease. Blaise cursed himself for letting so much of his reaction show. Terry was better at studying him now - interpreting the smaller gestures. And like with Hermione Blaise knew he was more lax with his masks around Terry. He’d have to try and be more careful. He’d decided to be during his time away after all.

He needed - more distance. More control back.

“Just seems a very childish expression, that’s all,” Blaise said, letting his lips curl and his eyes fall half closed as he took a step forward. It was too late for pre-emptative caution over his slip, but damage control was still possible. Better to misdirect elsewhere - distract - than let Terry dwell on the tell. “Seems like something we might have called each other at school.” Blaise stepped forward again, moving fluidly across the room until he was in front of where Terry was sat on the bed. He knocked Terry’s feet apart gently with the toe of his left foot. “Something you’d have told your friends before sneaking off for a rendezvous with me, had we ever gotten into this then.”

Blaise lent forward, pressed his hand against Terry’s chest, hand splaying wide and dark against the pale colour of Terry’s tee. He moved his mouth next to the other wizard’s ear, and spoke in a low hum, “Would you have let me fuck you again, Terry. Or would you have run? Would you have wanted to use the word then?”