The morning after
November 1st, 1977
Evan arose slowly to consciousness. He had to process what was happening for a second, and when that happened, he sighed happily.
He was cradled in Barty's arms, in bed, and he didn't have to do anything today except hang out with Barty.
The two were in a spoon position, Evan the small one, Barty the big one. That was another information Evan didn't know about Barty, another one he was sure he was the only one to know, which filled him with joy.
He turned towards Barty, surprised to find him already awake. Or, half-awake. The boy was still slow, smiling softly when he met Evan's eyes.
"C'mere." Barty said.
Evan snuggled closer, hugging Barty, his legs tangled with the other boy's.
Evan found he quite liked this moment. With the other girls he'd been with, well, this focus was more to fuck, and then brag about it to her friends. Evan never got the sleepy morning hugs, and it wasn't as if he didn't like the sex, quite the opposite actually. Memories of last night came flooding in. Barty pounding into him, Evan sucking his boyfriend off. This was his first gay sex experience, and he found it was way better than with the other chicks. Much, much better.
Evan pushed away from Barty to admire the artwork his boyfriend's chest was.
"Do they all mean something?" He asked.
"Most of them do, some I just got 'cause I thought they were cool."
"Which ones are your favorites?"
Barty pointed to a skull on his right side.
"This was one of my mom's drawings she made before she- well, before she started drinking. I found it when I was really young and kept it. It was my first tattoo. Then there's the angel wings on my back, m'sure you've seen them? Yeah, they have absolutely no meaning. Just thought they were cool. Um, there's this one," Barty pointed to a tattoo that read:
"With god-given ass."
"David Bowie always speaks truth, of course. Oh, but my favorite favorite one, and I've never told anyone, is this one."
Evan looked at the drawing Barty was pointing to on his chest. It was a rose in a skeleton hand, right on top of his heart.
"What does it mean?"
Barty smiled sheepishly.
"It's you."
Evan was stunned speechless.
"W-when did you get it?"
"It was my second tattoo. When I was fifteen."
Evan laughed, delighted, before hugging Barty, rolling on top off him. They were both still butt-naked, but it wasn't awkward, not at all.
"I told you, I've loved you for years." Barty laughed.
"Aww, my baby." Evan said, giving Barty a peck on the lips.
"We should get out of bed if we don't want to miss breakfast." Evan suggested.
Barty groaned but still summoned clothes for the both of them from the wardrobe. They didn't know if there was anybody else in the dorm (they had put a silencing charm), and they weren't going to walk out naked for all too see. Not that they could really hide what happened.
Once they were pretty much dressed, they parted the curtains, letting the soft morning sunlight in, only to end up face to face with...
"Potter?" Evan asked, trying hard not to laugh. He clambered off the bed, followed by Barty.
"Morning Rosier, Crouch." He saluted, grinning.
James was shirtless in a pair of sweats and nothing else, showing off his perfect abs and flexing muscles.
There was a ruffling from Regulus' bed, and the young Black climbed of his mattress, freezing when he saw the three other guys staring at him.
"Um. Hi." was all he said.
"Had a good night?" Barty said, laughing.
Regulus rolled his eyes. "As good as yours Crouch."
"I certainly doubt that." Barty said, kissing Evan's cheek before heading to the bathroom.
Rosier suddenly noticed what Regulus was wearing: black boxers and a red and gold jersey Evan assumed was written "Potter" on the back.
"That's not fair." He muttered.
"Hey Barty, why don't you let me wear your jersey?" Evan called to his boyfriend.
"Do you want to?" Came the reply mere seconds later.
"Heck yeah!"
"I can make that happen." Barty said, walking out of the washroom.
The four boys grinned at each other.
Evan spent the rest of the day with Barty. They went at Hogsmead, drank a butterbeer, ate candies at Zonkos and walked the grounds.
Evan Rosier did, in fact, wear a green jersey with "Crouch Jr" written in silver lettering.