They kiss.
Evan was too shocked to say anything coherent.
He could see himself in the mirror: gaping mouth, eyes wide in an expression of shock almost comical.
It wasn't that the dyed hair that made Evan stare-- although he had to admit the green suited Barty well. It was Barty's well-sculpted chest, covered in dozens of carefully inked tattoos.
Evan never knew that his friend even had tattoos, and here he was, with more than he could count.
He eventually unfroze, and when he did, Barty was smirking up at him from where he was sitting on the tub ledge.
"Heya Rosier. Didn't expect the green hair did ya?"
"Yeah, uh, no, no I didn't."
Evan was still standing in the doorway, and he suddenly felt very awkward. Evan had always thought Barty looked good, maybe slightly over the friend zone, but nothing to alarming. This though, Evan felt his dick twitch being able to stop it.
Barty, in grey sweatpants, shirtless, smirking, with the tips of his hair dyed green. It was too much for Evan's Friendzone Wall.
"Do you need help?" Evan asked, gesturing to his friend's hair.
"Yeah actually." Barty replied.
Evan gulped and walked in the room. Barty sat down on the floor, letting the other boy sit on the ledge where he previously was.
With Barty sitting cross-legged between his thighs, Evan willed his erection to calm down. He reached for the pot of dye and started applying it, losing himself in the feel of Barty's hair. It was soft and silky, and Evan wanted nothing more than to bury his face into it. Rosier willed himself to act casual like Barty was.
"So, since when do you have all these tattoos Crouch?"
"Started getting them in third grade, so yeah, around fourteen, 'cause my dad hates them."
"Mmh. I never saw them."
"Like what you see?" Barty teased.
Evan momentarily froze. Was Barty flirting?
Evan didn't know. He made a vague sound in the back of his throat, continuing to apply the dye to Barty's hair.
He wouldn't admit it, but Evan Rosier was scared. He was hiding the fact that he liked blokes for years now and he was hiding even more the fact that he had the biggest crush on his best friend. His pure-blood parents wouldn't like it, and he wasn't sure if Barty really liked him back. Sometimes, he felt Barty's gaze on him, but didn't say anything. He wondered if this could turn into something real, like Potter and Regulus were. But instead, he took the coward's way and slept with chick to forget about Barty. Of course, that never worked, And when he woke up the next morning, before he even remembered he had a girl in his bed, his thoughts drifted to Barty.
Evan shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts.
After roughly forty-five minutes, Evan was done. Barty magically blow-dried his hair and cleaned both their hands who had turned bright green.
As Barty played with his newly dyed hair in the mirror, the air seemed to fill with tension and unsaid things, or at least that's what Evan thought. He still wasn't sure about his friend's emotions.
"It looks good. You look good." Evan said.
They both froze. Evan realized with a start what he had said, and rushed to explain:
"I- uh-, I mean that it suits you, ya know?"
Barty slowly turned, leaning against the obsidian counter, back to the mirror. From where he was sitting on the tub, Evan could see the tattooed angel wings on his friend's back, and more importantly his flexing muscles. He gulped.
"You think I look good, Rosier?" Barty asked.
He was acting confident, a smirk curving his perfect lips, but Evan could've sworn he saw a flash of something in his eyes. Something like fear, or doubt.
"Yeah." Evan said meekly, unsure what Barty was playing at. Did he want Evan to be attracted.
As soon as the word left Evan's lips, Barty's body relaxed, relief flashing briefly in his eyes before he marched up to Evan decidedly and took the hem of Rosier's shirt, pulling him up.
"Good, because I think the same of you." Barty said before cupping Evan's face in his hand and pressing their lips together.
Evan didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this.
He deepened the kiss, gripping the other boy's hips.
The two weren't gentle. There would be time for that later. Right now, they kissed like their life depended on it, licking, biting and panting hard.
Evan's heart fluttered wildly, and he let out a breathy moan when Barty lightly bit his neck.
They had somehow ended up across the room again, Evan pressing Barty against the bathroom sink.
Barty may have initiated the kiss, but Evan was the one here who knew what he was doing. Evan knew that Barty was a virgin, he could tell by the way he stalled and waited for Evan to make a move.
"God Crouch, you're so fucking hot."
Barty whimpered.
"Do you love me Rosier? Why are you doing this?"
Evan hovered his lips over Barty's, their breath mingling.
"Since we were fourteen."
Instead of going back to their frenzied kiss they had shared, Evan wrapped his arms around Barty, letting himself breath in the boy's scent, something like peppermint.
Suddenly, Evan felt a pressure to his growing erection. Barty was palming him through his pants, and Evan was more turned on then with any other girl he had been with.
"Fuck." They both said.
The door busted open, and they jumped apart, both of they staring angrily at a grinning Regulus.
"Dorcas, you owe me five galleons!" he said, loudly, before walking out.
Down the hall, a voice that was probably Dorcas cursed.
Barty and Evan looked at each other, trying not to burst out laughing.
Barty came up to him and licked Evan's cheek.
"My Rose, would you like to be my Gala partner?"
Evan's heart clenched at the nickname, and he kissed Barty in reply.