Evan woke to the sound of the door to their dorm slamming so loud he thought the hinges might’ve given in, he had been enjoying a nap until Barty made his grandiose entrance.
“What’s the matter B?” he croaked out, still groggy from just waking up.
Barty jumped at the sound of another voice in the room.
“shit sorry ev i thought you guys were in a lesson,” he sighed and trudged to his bed.
“Flitwick took a tumble down the stairs we were given a free period, Reg went to the library,” Evan grumbled, rubbing his eyes, “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Just dad stuff, the prick sent me a fucking essay about how he’s so ashamed of me that he couldn’t even send a howler incase people heard what i’d been ‘doing with myself’ as he put it”
confused, Evan stretched his hand out to grab the letter from Barty’s hands
i am no bigot son, i do not believe in the ways of the dark families, however times are not yet the way you would require them to be to live this way. if you can be happy with a girl then be it that way Bartemius, our family line cannot continue if you stray from tradition and from the way merlin made us to be. i’d have sent a howler had the matter not been so pressing but i wish not to dampen the crouch name and allow your peers to be aware of what you are doing with yourself, please keep this between us, and do not tell your mother, she would not wish to know this of you and she would be less generous about it than i. Do kick this habit before you return for christmas.
Your father.
“Whats is he on about?” Evan asked, sitting up.
“I told him that i didn’t care about a list of suitors for when i turn 17 unless they were boys, don’t know why i thought he might actually show a bit of fucking compassion for once, ” Barty chuckled.
“That’s brave Barty,” Evan said quietly reaching for his friends hand to squeeze, “Very brave and you shouldnt listen to what he has to say, i think Marla would be more understanding than he’s letting on. Don’t let him push you away from your own mother B.”
“Yeah. I don’t care anyway i’ll fuck who i want what’s he gonna do about it? cut my dick off? i’m not giving up fucking guys until they cum all over themselves just for that bastard.” Barty giggled as he sat back.
Evan went quiet for a moment, thinking about how it would feel to be the one Barty was fucking.
“Can i get in?” Barty asked gesturing to Evan’s bed.
“Um..” Evan went red in the face “Later probably i just.. not right now i’m not decent”
“Naked under there rosie? very promiscuous aren’t we” Barty giggled but there was an underlying look in his eyes.
“I’m not fucking naked get off my bed” Evan groaned as he kicked Barty from under the sheets.
“Then what’s the problem let me in?” Barty argued as they began wrestling, one trying to get under the covers and one trying to keep the other out.
Eventually Barty - being bigger and stronger than Evan - won and wriggled the covers off of Evan and froze.
Evan was indeed not naked, but wearing only his boxers and was very clearly hard.
“What do you get off on my dad hating me?” Barty joked, as Evan just lay there, still and holding his breath.
“Evan I literally get accidentally bricked all the time it’s not a big deal, who were you thinking about? Rosanna? Elma?.. LUCILLE??” Barty began listing names of all the girls in the year he thought were hot.
“Fuck off i wasn’t dreaming of any girls so you can stop it now” Evan sighed as he pulled the covers back over himself and rolled over ignoring his friend’s constant pestering.
“Boys?” Barty whispered cautiously.
Evan said nothing in response, closing his eyes and curling up as much as he could.
“Who” Barty asked, still whispering and leaning closer to Evan, pushing his way under the covers to lie chest to back with him.
Evan shook his head.
“Tell me Ev please i won’t tell anyone not even Reggie.”
“I can’t tell him he doesn’t see me that way”
“well then he’s a fucking idiot cause if i knew you were into guys id have tried to fuck you ages ago,” chuckled Barty
“so do it” Evan whispered timidly,
“huh?” Barty asked confused.
“So do it.. fuck me.” Evan said turning to look Barty in the eyes, letting him know what he meant.
they had a way of communicating that they didn’t share with any of their other friends, they knew what eachother were thinking and feeling just by a look in their eyes. Barty knew what Evan was saying.
He slightly pushed evans shoulder down so that he was lying on his back, and climbed on top of him, giving the blonde boy a look, a look that Evan knew said ‘i was serious, ive wanted this for so long’
Barty dipped his head down to brush their lips together, growing hard from the thought of being inside Evan.