Chapter 2
"Tell me. I need to hear you say it." Gilderoy has been drinking nonstop for the last hours and yet he has never felt more sober.
"Has it not been obvious?" Peter winced.
"No it fucking wasn't! You haven't spoke to me for years! It's always just Marauders this and Marauders that. You're straight for fuck sake!"
"I never said I was straight." Peter said quietly. "You just assumed that. After- after we kissed and I didn't kiss you back."
Gillderoy stared at the floor. He didn't understand. "You're just drunk, Peter. You're talking nonsense."
"I haven't drank anything all night. Laura wouldn't let me."
"So that's her name? Your girlfriend?"
"She's not my girlfriend. It's... nothing."
Oh.
Gilderoy couldn't actually believe this was happening. He was sat on Peter's bed. And Peter's shoulder was pressing against his.
"Pete." He looked up into Peter's eyes for the first time since he left the common room. "I- Are you crying?"
Peter nodded. "I really like you, Gil."
"I really like you too, darling."
"You still can't call me that."
Gilderoy just rolled his yes as he let out a little chuckle. "Kiss me."
"No."
"What? But you said-"
"You're still drunk, Gil," Peter didn't give in to Gilderoy's pouted lips or his relentless begging. "Tomorrow, I promise. I want to kiss you. I need to. But you're drunk. Just... meet here at 6pm tomorrow. The rest have all got quidditch or study, right? Okay?"
Gilderoy nodded. He could feel the alcohol coming back into his body.
"You need to get to bed before someone comes up. Goodnight, Gil."
And with that, Peter went back downstairs.
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"Are you sure you want this, honey? You're not going to go and snog your girlfriend after?"
"I told you, she's not my girlfriend. And yes. I want this. You."
"You're definitely not straight?"
"I told you I'm not."
The wait had been endless for both boys. Peter had made his lips bleed slightly from biting them so hard, and Gilderoy was sure he'd nearly gone bald with the amount he had dragged his hands through his golden curls.
"Hmm."
The boys stared in each others eyes for what felt like eternity.
"Kiss me, then." Gilderoy said.
Peter immediately listened. He leaned in and pressed their lips together. They had been standing up, but they quickly collapsed onto Peter's bed. Peter pulled Gilderoy on top of him and he felt Gil's mouth open wider.
Peter could feel as Gilderoy pushed his fingers behind his head, twirling into his hair. They had kissed before, but that didn't count, Gilderoy decided, as it wasn't reciprocal.
This was, though.
They kissed until they physically couldn't anymore. Gilderoy straddled Peter, out of breath.
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"So about that cologne..."
"Piss off!" Gil laughed as he pushed Peter's shoulder.