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[andyfraz]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'This is Rather Not Good'/Friday, September 29th/ 7.27pm
Location: Grounds
Open to: Brinley
Currently Involving: Andrew

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[andyfraz]

What kind of a comeback was that? Brinley was definitely off his game. "Yeah, boy will my face be red," Andy responded sarcastically. "How ever will I be able to show my face in public again?"

"As for telling my friends? Well I'd love to be able to tell them that we had this conversation but unfortunately, thanks to some bang up idiocy from you, your boyfriend will tell everyone I'm gay if he even gets a whiff that we were within ten feet of each other."

His hand went to his head and he gave his fringe a little tug in frustration. "I mean, I don't understand, you said you'd keep it a secret if I kept on seeing you but I didn't but you didn't tell anyone, at least not my friends, so I thought maybe you really did want to see me again and -. Well, you know."

He flushed, realising he was getting into very dangerous territory.

"But then you went and told him. I haven't been an official member of the 'gay club' for long but I'm pretty sure rule number one is don't tell your crazy jealous boyfriend you had sex with someone else

[andyfraz]

Andrew was discovering a lot about himself lately. He was the type of person who enjoyed a bit of rough and tumble, emphasis on the rough. He didn't mind if said rough and tumble was with someone he loathed. He was apparently willing to make a deal with someone who could have very well been involved in multiple homicide. Morals were flying out the metorphorical window left and right.

Also, he really, really liked it when Brinley looked him over. He nodded mutely to whatever it was that the Slytherin was rambling on about now and it was only when he stuck out his hand, that he snapped out of his little daze. He looked confused for a second before he realised that Brinley wanted to shake hands. Hm. How odd.

He sneaked a glance of the boy's palm (one had to make sure there was no joy buzzer or whatever the magical equivalent was) and then grasped it firmly, locking eyes with him.

[brinley_watson]

Oh yes. Andy's monumental discovery was right up there with Brinley discovering that he liked messing about with a mudblood. Something so beneath him, and he was wanting to get involved. It was shocking. Even more shocking was the fact that he liked the way that Andy looked at him, so disgusted and spiteful.

How odd.

A muscle in his jaw twitched as their eyes connected, hands grasped between them and before he even realized that he did it, he was yanking Andy in for a hot, wanting kiss. Yeah, that was even more odd. Thank goodness that Auror had headed in and they were completely all alone. Hopefully those two had even forgotten them.

A deal was made. An agreement was in effect. In Brinley's mind, Andrew Frazer was his.

[andyfraz]

Andy wrapped his arms around Brinley's neck, a move that to an outsider probably made them look like long-lost lovers. It was only when you moved closer that you could see Andy's hands threading into the Slytherin's hair, pulling and jerking, trying to move him closer, if such a thing were possible. He stepped into the boy's body, making sure they were touching absolutely everywhere.

How could hate fuel so much passion? So much want? It was wrong and crazy and bloody hell, so damn hot.

Yes, Andrew was Brinley's. For as long as he could keep his mouth shut.

[brinley_watson]

Oh yes. To anyone that hadn't a clue what was going on, it would seem like some lovely kiss of unrequited love or some rubbish like that. Grasping hands and bodies without even a breath between them and all. No, it was hardly that. It was more like.. 'Hello, ducky, I'd rather like to kiss your face off, then drown you in the lake'. No, Brinley would give none of his sweet, loving, or gentle kisses to Andrew Frazer. He allowed Illiad to have the chokehold on one thing and one thing alone: those particular, good emotion-filled kisses. Everything else was a free-for-all and apparently, everything else belonged to Andy for the moment.

As Andrew pulled and jerked, Brinley pushed and stumbled, fighting back every step of the way. He then turned and took a few stumbling steps back until.. oh yes.

Wall.

Perfect.

[andyfraz]

Well thank goodness there were no lovey-dovey emotional kisses. That was not for Andy. Or at least, it was not for Andy to receive. From Brinley. Maybe one day, he thought, he'd find someone. But for now, nothing could really beat this.

And Merlin's beard, he really needed to go see Pomfrey about learning some healing spells. The things he wanted to do to Brinley! The things he knew Brinley could do to him...

They reached a wall. Great zombie jesus, a beautiful, beautiful wall. A wall in which he could squash up against the Slytherin quite nicely. Where he could trap the boy's lips in the exact spot he wanted and kiss him until they were raw and red.

[brinley_watson]

Oh, sweet, sweet old bastard Merlin.

His back hit the wall and he let out a groan, breaking the kiss just long enough to let the sound escape, then returned right back to their teeth-gnashing, hands-grasping, bodies-crashing hell of a snog. This was really something he could get use to.. or at least grow to appreciate, one or the other. Hate-kisses were apparently the best sort out there. Brinley was becoming quite the fan, really.

And forget the bloody healing spells, he really could care less. Well, or at least he could, so long as he was never really on the receiving end. He'd leave Andy to bleed on the spot if he had to. Cleaning up the mudblood was hardly his responsibility, though it spoke measures of greatness for Andy's character, the fact that he'd not want to do that to Brinley in return. Then again, Brinley leaving a shag session bloody and beaten would likely catch the attention of the one person the other boy would likely not want knowing of their arrangement. Yes, Illiad was rather perceptive

[andyfraz]

Brinley groaning, now that was a sound he could get used to. Or, much like the older boy, come to appreciate. Whether in pain or pleasure, it was the most exciting little sound. It made Andy think that maybe, just maybe, they were doing something right. Even though it still felt wrong. The good kind of wrong though, not the bad kind of wrong. The wrong kind would be the feeling Andy has in a little more than 24 hours as he contemplates the fact he's about to have sex with Louvika Hawkins

[brinley_watson]

Fuck Andy's father, Brinley couldn't imagine what his grandparents would say! They had come to accept the fact that he was gay.. in fact, at one point they said it was best. 'Couldn't have you mucking about a perfectly good lineage with your dirty blood, Grandson, the way your filthy father did.' But yeah, that whole 'getting involved with less-than-halfblood bit? They'd likely not approve. Not in the least bit.

Andy's tangled web was mighty fine and even if Brinley knew of it, on that lying little fact alone, he couldn't hold anything against him. Brinley was the near-Muggleborn-murdering bloke that told his boyfriend that he loved him and turned right around the next day, making a shag deal of some sort with the one person in the planet that said beloved would not be able to handle him messing around with. Honestly, Brinley and Andrew would probably never be a couple, but weren't they so perfect for one another

[andyfraz]

It was like he was drugged. His eyelids felt heavy, his lips were tingling and there was a throbbing euphoric feeling going on inside his head. Well, there was throbbing euphoria in various other places in his body, but it mostly just affected his head.

It was absolutely delightful which made it extremely hard to not kiss Brinley again. "Fuck," he groaned and with his free hand, he slapped the wall behind the snake's head in frustration. He wondered if the older boy could feel his pulse hammering in his wrist.

"You free on Sunday?" he asked hoarsely, still panting. Two days. Could he wait two days? Hell, he had waited all his life to kiss someone good (not that Lou wasn't good, but, you know...girl), surely two days wouldn't hurt. But then, he had never imagined kissing anyone so disgusting but omgsofuckinggood as Brinley Watson.

[brinley_watson]

Well. Thank Merlin the need was mutual. Though the reaction was slightly different, as the bulk of Brinley's own tingling was more concentrated in areas beneath the neck, but yes. His mind was whirling about as well. It was in a calm way, though. A calm sort of tornado. Want and need and everything swirled around with logical thoughts, mainly ones that told him that it wasn't too late to leave the arrangement and my my, wasn't the pie at dinner lovely? Anyway, yes. Throbbing euphoria.

As Andy's hand hit the stone, the snake's head turned along with it. Temptation. Temptation to drag their parting out longer. Bring stone-swatting hand to mouth, run tongue along finger, tease horribly, oh. So tempting.

Right. Illiad was possibly waiting.

He groaned, not really willing to go on inside and part for the evening, but he knew he had to regardless. Bloody hell! Why did he care so much?! Andrew was this terrible forbidden fruit and Brinley was ready for a bite. He needed it

[andyfraz]

Andy shivered and his limbs buzzed a warning. Was that bastard trying to make this harder (figuratively and literally) than it should have been by saying things like that? The Slytherin's voice had always bugged Andy in previous years, but now it was low and menacing and a huge fucking turn on. He was beginning to wonder if it were possible to just get off on someone's voice alone. Hmm.

He'd be sure they gave that a try one day.

"Learn some fucking healing spells, I'm going to make you bleed next time, Watson," he said giving Brinley a slow smile, matching the cocky one that the older boy had on his face.

He didn't know who he turned into when he was around Brinley. It was someone completely different from the Andy around Lou or Fi. He didn't mind at all.

[brinley_watson]

Oh, Brinley would be more then willing to help him test that theory. In fact, it would intrigue him. Someone getting off by his voice alone? Huh.

"Oh, I'm so scared, Frazer," he drawled in reply, smirk increasing as he gave Andy a slow, hard look over. It was almost as if he was undressing him with his eyes, even. By the time that Sunday came round, oh damn. He'd be worked up to the point that a long series of very fantastic things would surely happen, pent-up frustrations and all. "You can hardly land a punch, tosser. I doubt you could do anything more serious then that."

And if it helped any? Brinley didn't mind the person he turned into when he was around him at all either.

[andyfraz]

There was that look over again, the one that stopped his lungs from letting air in properly. Goddamn it, that bastard was trying to make this harder. It only made Andy's smile (smirk) wider.

"I wasn't planning on punching you. In fact, I wasn't planning on using my hands," he said softly, leaning in to oh-so-gently nip the Snake's jaw. Yes, well, two could play that game, couldn't they? He mightn't be as good as Brinley but he'd get there one day.

Arrogantly, in a way that would have made normal Andy cringe, he patted the boy's cheek before heading back to the doors. He had definitely picked up a lot from Brinley. "You might want to wait a few minutes," he called. "Don't want it to look too suspicious, do we?"

He had a feeling he might be paying for this on Sunday.

He grinned as he walked inside.

((ANDY OUT))