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"I want him-" The words felt like an admission, a cathedral worthy confession out of Evans lips as he stared at Marlene, awaiting her reaction.
She tilted her head slightly "Ev hon, I think the only one who doesn't realize your head over heels for Barty is B himself"
Evan shook his head, she wasn't getting it. "No Mar I mean-" His jaw felt stiff as he tried to string together the right words for something so foreign "I mean I want him"
"Oh"? Marlene furrowed her brow.
Evan felt blood rush to his face and burrowed into his hands, already regretting opening the pandora's box so to speak.
"OH- OH shit you want to fuck him, or well him fuck you? I don't know your preference love-" Marlene reached out and held her hands on his shoulders.
"Well that would make two of us..." Evan admitted "I... I don't understand it, I mean i'm ace, sure i've never been repulsed by the idea but I've never..."
Marlene hissed through her teeth "Never felt like you were going to explode if someone didn't shove their tongue down your throat"?
"Y-yes...that" Evan coughed, god this was so awkward, but at the very least he knew Marlene was the least likely to judge.
Just thinking about Barty made him flush. His lanky form that seemed to tower over him, and yet Evan could very well lift him up with ease. The way he never just smirked- he grinned, rows of pearly white teeth shining, some that even resembled fangs.
The way Barty's glance seemed so free and unrestrained, and yet in a single glance seemed to be the only thing holding him back from taking whatever he wanted from Evan was his respect of his friends' boundaries. That someone as wild and free as Barty was keeled only by Evans' control.
It was overwhelming, but it seemed he couldn't go a day interacting with his best friend without wishing for the lingering touches to last a bit longer.
"Look Ev, i'm a girl thats all for people embracing their inner slut- especially those where its v e r y deep down" Marlene pulled him back so he was forced to face her.
"But i'm also your friend and well... Barty would jump at the idea of you reciprocating his desire, hell only reason I haven't slept with the bloke is his abhorrent lack of tits" Marlene was trying to keep a light tone, but Evan knew what she meant.
Barty had asked him before, they'd even shared a drunken kiss once or twice. But as soon as Evan clarified he was ace, or well at least on the spectrum. Barty had respected that and didnt make another move.
"He would break your heart Ev-" And there it was, out in the open.
He wanted Barty, but in more ways Barty could ever want him. Evan couldn't risk even a sip without accepting he would drown.
Evan, ever the composed one- Pandora, was always so in tune with her emotions to the point she bypassed most social rules that Evan lived by. But right now it felt like water was filling his chest and he was choking on each breath.
"Shit...c'mere" Marlene pulled him closer, gently placing his head on her shoulder. He gripped on like a lifeline, doing his best to muffle the soft sobs that left his lips.
He wanted him, but he also loved him.
It was too much.
Evan was better off keeping his mouth shut.
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"I love him" Barty let the words stream out like smoke escaping his lungs. He threw his head against a pillow and ignoring Regulus glare at him now laying on his bed.
"Yes yes we're all well aware of the fact you desire Evan in a carnal sense and half of your wet dreams involve his plump lips around your cock" Regulus spat, glaring down at Barty "Now can I return to my reading"?
Barty sat up, turning fully to face Regulus "No no I mean- I.. fuck I think I love him"
Regulus, ever the emotionally stunted, looked like a deer in headlights "You... are you sure you're not just projecting some sort of domestic fantasy"?
Barty huffed "Am I really that much of a manwhore"?
Regulus just raised a brow, to be fair Barty had been a lot of peoples firsts for a lot of things. Hell he's made out with half his friend group (except Pandora it just felt.. weird). He even snagged a kiss from the "perfect prefect" Remus Lupin.
He'd desired Evan since he knew what it was to desire. His beautiful bronze skin and blonde curls that formed a halo around his head. Evan always had a certain icy chill to his gaze that sent shivers up Bartys spine.
God and his hands, always adorned with several rings and were long enough they could probably wrap around his neck with ease. Not to mention the way they commanded a room, a simple wave was all it took to make Barty snap his jaw shut or be beckoned forward by even a twitch.
Regulus of course had been privy to all Bartys desires when it came to his best friend, hell he was sure Evan was well aware. But after just a few kisses Evan assured he was ace and Barty was a perverted asshole, but he wasn't a sexual predator.
But as he'd grown content with the fact his fantasies would stay just that, fantasy. He'd begun to notice more. The way Evan carried himself, the light that would flash in his eyes everytime he had found a solution.
He saw the way Evan cared, not openly, but fiercely. The way he'd earned many bloody noses taking on those who dared show his sister anything less than the utmost respect. Evan was a perfect pureblood- a true aristocrat at heart and mind, the very thing Barty detested becoming at the hands of his father.
And yet Evan was so much more.
Especially when it came to Barty...
Every. single. time. Evan gave a scathing remark, cracked a joke, or even his gaze would flicker to Barty as if awaiting his reaction.
It was the way that every touch lingered, every moment felt unbearably soft and real in a way that surpassed simple desire.
"You really do love him" Regulus' voice snapped him out of his mind and he met his friend's gaze. Blue eyes were wide with a flurry of emotion.
"Yeah- I do" The words came out strained, his throat already felt raw "But fuck Reg... I- I ruined it didn't I"?
Regulus discarded his book and shifted closer to Barty "B no no you... Evan is smart, he'd know if you really meant it"
Barty sniffled "But that's just it huh"?
Regulus paused, waiting for Barty to get his words together.
"I love him so much it hurts... but I don't-" Barty managed to choke out. He felt bad, unloading all this. But Regulus' silence spoke for himself.
Barty wanted him, but he also loved him.
It was too much.
He was better off keeping his mouth shut.
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