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Evan groaned. It was early, an ungodly time to be awake. He fumbled around, flailing his arm to the left for his phone, which usually resided on his nightstand. Instead, there was a pressure on his arm, he couldn't move it. He pried his eyes open, looking beside him and-
Oh.
Oh.
Bartemius Crouch Jr, one of his best friends, was in bed next to him. Fuck. Evan thought back to the party last night. What had happened? How drunk had he been at that goddamned party? Shit. It's not like he hadn't woken up with a boy in his bed, but this was Barty. Barty. Oh, he remembered now. They ended up in his room, at the party that he was hosting for Halloween. Barty's hands, mouth, lips, neck, noises- Evan needed to stop.
Evan didn't dare to move. If Barty was comfortable, pressed up into his side, using him as a pillow, he would stay there. Forever, if that's what Barty needed. Wanted. Evan was like that, moulding and bending to whatever anyone else wanted. So no one would leave, so he could be the perfect guy for anyone. Right?
Evan was ripped out of his thoughts when Barty stirred. Barty blinked his blue eyes tiredly up at Evan. "Ev... I.." Barty started. Evan felt his heart skip a beat. I love you? I want you? I need you? "..I'm sticky.." Barty finished.
Evan felt everything sink. Damn it, damn him for getting his hopes up. Sticky? Evan hadn't really properly cleaned them up, Barty was half asleep and demolished, so he did his best to wipe him down, pull his boxers on, and just crawled into bed beside him. He was a little sticky too.
"Let's... Yeah.. Shower. Yep." Evan said, watching Barty sit up. He almost laughed at the boy's choice of boxers. Little cartoon Jokers all over. Evan bit his lip, trying not to laugh. He failed, laughing slightly.
Barty scowled at Evan. "Joker is a catch, I don't know what you're laughing at. Plus he's the best villain." Barty said haughtily.
"Sure." Evan said, standing up and stretching. Fuck, Evan was fucked. What the hell was happening? He started to move towards the washroom, but Barty caught his wrist. Evan raised an eyebrow at Barty. "What?"
"I don't... Want this to like, affect our thing, friendship, whatever, y'know? Like, I'm not saying I want to stop- wait, hangon, um.. I want to keep doing... This? I- yeah. Fuck, shut up, Evan," Barty said as Evan snorted slightly. "I meant, can we keep doing... This. Sex. Together? Sometimes? But like, not dating, I'm not gay."
"I- yeah, me neither, yeah. We can keep... Doing this. Sometimes. Yep." Evan replied casually, because he was a weak, weak man. Fuck, why did Evan have to like this shithead. Why. Screw his life.
"Okay." Barty said, releasing Evan's wrist. He had grabbed so tightly that there was a red hand-shaped mark on it. Barty laughed nervously, scratching his head and ruffling his hair slightly.
"Okay." Evan said, watching the other boy. He turned and walked to the washroom, Barty trailing behind him like a puppy.
Fuck.
"Hey. Evan. Dipshit. I have a job, I could be getting paid right now, do not waste my time, you jackass." Dorcas said, sliding into the booth. Dorcas worked at a resturaunt downtown, Evan came there often to rant about meaningless things and check in on Dorcas every once and a while. "Loser? Hey, I just took my break early to come see why you looked more sad boy than normal."
Evan snapped out of his thoughts. "Hm?"
"Some of us don't have rich daddies to pay our bills. Spill." Dorcas demanded, resting her face in her palm, elbow on the table. In a rush, Evan told her everything. Waking up with Barty, the conversation, so many feelings.
"You're an idiot. A pathetic idiot. You told him you weren't gay? And agree- Pathetic, Evan." Dorcas said, shaking her head with a sigh. "I must have gone wrong somewhere in my parenting."
"Please, Cassie, I don't know what to do." Evan said, a stinging behind his eyes, on his skin. He wouldn't cry, not here.
"Hey, yo-" Dorcas started before she looked at Evan and saw the pain, the emotion, the complete raw feeling of what he had done in his eyes. "..how long have you.. Liked him?" Dorcas asked, her voice much softer now.
"..too long. Since I was-" Evan inhaled. "-13." Fuck, seriously, what was he doing? He was better than this. Evan tried to control the stinging behind his eyes. He would not be crying here, hell no.
Dorcas rubbed her eyes with her index finger and thumb. "Okay. Just agree to do what... He wants, your fucked up friends with benefits thingy, until you figure out something. Or, y'know, muster up enough confidence to ask him out."
Evan nodded, swallowing. "Thanks, Cas." It felt good to tell someone. He didn't like keeping secrets, he had Pandora, his twin, he told her everything. Everything.
"Don't mention it. Seriously. My reputation will be ruined." Dorcas said, rolling her eyes. Someone called her name from the kitchen. "Now, I have to go. You... Sit here and look sad until I clock out, then you have to drive me home." Dorcas said, winking as she stood up.
Evan mock-gasped. "What?! I never agreed to this?!" He put a hand on his chest, as though a great offence had been made towards him.
Dorcas stuck her tongue out at him, walking away.
"Reg? I- I think I fucked up.." Barty whispered into his phone. He had been unreasonably upset after... Waking up in Evan Rosier's bed, but not at Evan. At himself. 'Keep doing this' his ass, he wanted Evan for himself. His face, his mouth, his lips, his words, his body, all of Barty screamed 'mine, mine, mine, mine, mine' around Evan. He felt like his soul was getting sucked out of his body.
"Sirius, shut the fuck up, Barty is calling." Regulus snapped as Sirius barked a laugh, probably at some stupid joke James had made. Remus, Peter, and Gilderoy were all off to the side, playing a game of cards. "This is why you three are my favourites."
" Cheers. Can you get me a coke? " Peter asked as he played his cards. It was Gilderoy's turn, but he was just staring at Peter. Regulus thought those two should just shut up and kiss sometimes.
" Sure. " Regulus said as he walked to the kitchen to get a minute of silence while he talked to Barty. "Hey, Bee, what's up? I'm kind of bus-" Regulus asked.
" Reg? I- I think I fucked up.. "
"I'm coming over. Are you at your flat?" Regulus asked. He hated that tone. Barty never had that tone. He was happy, in a twisted, sick, way, most of the time, sometimes sad, but never like this. Only Regulus heard and saw Barty like this. And frankly, Regulus didn't trust Barty to be alone when he was like this.
" Yeah. " Came Barty's sad voice. "Yeah, I am. I'll let you in-"
"You gave me a key." Regulus said flatly. " Sirius, I'm leaving!! "
"Whyyyyy?!" Came Sirius's whiny voice.
" Does this mean I don't get my coke? " Peter asked from the living room. Regulus sighed, grabbing a coke from the fridge, walking out to the living room, and placing it in front of Peter. "Thanks." Peter said.
" Barty problems, Sirius, I'm leaving. " Regulus said, walking towards the door. He pulled his shoes on, leaving and slamming the door behind him. Bratty? Absolutely.
"You didn't have to, like, leave. I'm fine, really." Barty said, laughing slightly, more of a sad laugh than anything.
"Are you kidding me? You're worth more than those assholes, and you never left me like Sirius did. He can suck my dick." Regulus said as he got in his car, starting the engine. He might not act like it, but Regulus would go to the ends of the earth, to hell and back, just for his friends to be happy and still know his name, because when he thought about a world where they didn't, he felt like he was drowning. "I'm coming over."
Maybe both Evan and Barty were fucked.