No time to die

Somewhere in London, 1974.

Fact is, Barty had a little problem with their bassist after one or two whiskeys too much and now he just quit which is very much childish. Barty only had 4 hours of sleep today because Regulus wouldn't let him sleep longer than 8. Apparently it’s Barty’s fault he quit so he should find a new one. It's currently 11 and they’ve been listening to auditions for 2 hours now and there seriously was not one good bassist. While Barty is sitting all alone, Pandora and Regulus are sitting on the sofa next to each other whispering, those stitches

Everyone knows Barty was the only one who had a problem with him, Pandora and Regulus always thought that he is talented and it wouldn't be very easy to find a new one. There is one person who could save the three of them but is it safe for Pandora to let him join? Do they even have another choice than calling Evan and telling him about the situation? “What now?” Pandora looks around between the two boys, having no idea how this will continue now.

“No idea” Regulus quietly hisses and shoots Barty a little glare. Seriously, drink as much as you want he doesn’t even care but don't fucking make the bassist quit. He was good, talented even. And they’re close to their breakthrough,actually they are close to recording their very first album — without a damn bassist. “Unless one of you has some kind of contact with a bloody bassist” he sighs exasperatedly and runs a hand through his dark curls.

“Well-” Pandora starts saying but quickly cuts herself off to think for a moment again, is it really a good idea to include Evan here? He is the only person Pandora knows, maybe they could actually go somewhere with him “My brother is able to play bass, I could call him and ask if you want. But I can't promise anything”. She wipes a hand through her hair and looks at Regulus because she already gave up with Barty. That guy seriously needs help someday, that's clear, otherwise it will kill him.

Barty is aware they're watching him as if he was some kind of attraction. “I will hit the both of you straight through the face if you don't stop staring at me.” Yeah, maybe it wasn't the best thing to say but they don’t need to be so dramatic. “Go on, call him, we don't have another choice.”

Regulus quietly sighs and just nods in agreement. “Yeah you can call him, think there's a phone out in the corridor. But he has to audition”. Of course she immediately got up and went outside to call him and a few minutes later she enters the room again and sits down next to me once more. Regulus reaches for his glass of water. “So?”

“He said yes and come here but it will take him a while until he is here” she actually expected him to say no but being very thankful that he agreed on it.

“Great” Barty is getting out a cigarette smoking on the armchair he is sitting on for 3 hours now. They're waiting for a hour until Barty is getting up, not saying anything just leaving off to the bathroom where he locks it behind him. Maybe he is having a little problem with some- things but it just feel like without it he wouldn't survive a single day. Carefully he is grabbing the bag with coke out of his wallet and start making a straight line on the sink. It takes him 10 minutes until he walks into the room again and sit down where he did before.

It took Evan a while to arrive at the studio because it's kinda difficult to find, that's how the downside of london here is. He enters the studio with his bass slung over his back, blonde hair falling on his forehead and blue eyes looking around until he spots the room where Pandora is sitting with the others. The smell of alcohol and smoke immediately welcomes him and he moves a hand through his hair “hey, sorry I'm a little late” He is mostly looking at pandora with a little hope that she would do most of the talking now.

“You're always late don't apologise” She smirks at him a little bit and nudge over to the armchair so he would sit down. “That's Regulus” she says nodding over to Regulus and then over to Barty “and that's barty”

He looks over to him and raises an eyebrow the second he sees him, a very handsome guy about his age. He quickly gets up walking over to the sofa where Pandora and Regulus are sitting just so he can look at Evan a little better, so that's Pandora's brother. A stunning guy with blonde hair and a slutty waist.

Evan slowly places his bass on the ground and looks up where, he supposes, the Barty  guy is looking over to him. She hadn't told Evan their drummer was a sexy looking tall guy with dark brown messy hair, blue-green eyes and hands that everyone dreamed to be touched by. He approaches and first shakes Regulus’ hand and then stretches his hand out to him. “Evan Rosier.”

Barty smirks a little bit and shakes his hand. “Barty Crouch.” The  junior is so overrated and Bartemius, disgusting. He is not in contact with his father anymore and he would like to leave him in the past. He lets go of his hand and sits down again. “Then show us something, Rosier.”

At least Evan is looking like a professional one and not someone who looks like he is touching a bass for the first time like the other dudes they had back then. Oh and good looking, a thing pandora and Evan are sharing Regulus thinks to himself. In an objective way ofcourse, Pandora is his best friend and he isn't even into girls.

Evan needs some time to plug in the amp and tune the bass. Barty crouch sounds like a name for a hooker, in the most positive way obviously. Once he wished the tuning, he slowly starts playing hells bells by AC/DC. Somewhere inbetween he can't help but throw his head a little back, that's the negative thing about his hair, it's always falling into his eyes. The only thing he ever experienced was the school band he was in but since then he never walked onto a stage again.

Holy fucking shit I wanna fuck that guy, no joke he is like- wow, Barty silently thinks to himself. He bites his bottom lip a little bit and keeps on watching him, he doesn’t care if he can play bass he just wants to have him around, actually. Sure he's not bad but Barty would rather like him a bit more for himself. “I like it, Reg your opinion?”

He really is not bad at all. You could almost say he's even better than their old bassist, actually. “Pandora, you never said your brother was so good at playing the bass” Regulus raises his eyebrows at her in an affectionate way before he looks over to Barty, then Evan again. “ I like it too, you're in.”

A little smile curls up Evans lips as he places the bass aside, so he is in. He plays around with his fingers which are hurting because of the strings, he never really played that long but looks like he needs to get used to it. He just tries to say thank you but all he is able to do is look back at barty, something in his gaze is telling him that he doesn't care about Evan being able to play bass. 

The moment Pandora looks over to Evan with a smile her smile immediately vanishes, Barty is smirking at Evan as well but not a normal one, the one barty is using whenever he wants to flirt with someone “If you won't stop undressing him immediately Barty I will blind fold you every time I see the both of you together in the same room”

“I’m not undressing anyone, you must have mixed that up with my I'm fucking tired expression.” Barty rolls his eyes and finishes the glass. “ Someone didn't let me finish my sleep.” He squints and stares at Regulus. “You remember that barista I've been- meeting? He invited us over for tonight.”

“I'm definitely not going into a bar with you, Barty.” Pandora responds flatly. The last time she did, he hooked up with 3 girls, drank 10 glasses of whiskey and made them lose their bassist, never again.

“I'm out.” Regulus winces a little and shakes his head. He fucked up big the last time, he’s not going there with him, no damn chance. 

“I will come along” Evan quickly replies, he starts packing up his bass again, trying that it won't scratch. “Haven't been to a bar for a while” And besides, what idiot would say no if someone like Barty is inviting you into a bar? 

“Don't” Pandora quickly throws into the room which causes Barty to look over to her “you will regret it after 10 minutes I know that Evan” If Barty wouldn't be so talented they would have kicked him out of the Band long ago but sadly it's difficult to replace such a good drummer. 

“Don't listen to them, you will love it” A little triumphantly smile leaves Bartys lips before he gets up and grabs his jacket with his keys. “I will call you tomorrow for the recording time ,Reg” he forgot to do it yesterday and Regulus is already hating him enough. No joke he has no idea how he could have ever been with a guy like him, romantic or platonic.

Evan gets up at some point too and Barty tells him to meet him at a bar he’s heard of before at 8 in the evening. He’s  changed a bit, has put on a dark green slightly cropped shirt and switched his low waist jeans to black ones. He put on his usual converse and he’s wearing a dark blue jacket over it with his usual jewellery. The moment he enters, he’s met by the various lights coming from the bar and loud music. Everything smells like- alcohol and something like smoke and grass maybe. There he looks around, trying to spot Barty in the masses of people.

Barty is currently talking to some people but the moment he spots Evan, he excuses himself and walks over to him through the people. “Rosier!” He changed into some back leather wide leg pants with a huge belt on it and a white crop top with a leather jacket over it. “lovely to see you here.” Barty knows that Evan is good-looking, especially because you can see his waist. He wonders what would happen if he just wrapped his hands around it, Pandora would probably kill him if she knew Barty just wants her brother for sex but come on, it’s his life.

Evan is slightly surprised the moment he sees Barty approaching him, he never thought about Barty liking guys but the longer he is looking at him now the more he is asking himself if he is straight. He is aware that being queer in the 70s is a bit problematic but he is also aware that many people are, they just don't say it. He  can't help it anymore. Not when Barty is wearing a leather jacket and a cropped top “hey” Evan slightly bites his lip and tilts his head back.

Bartys favourite things are bars and whenever he is getting bored, going into a bar is the thing he is going to. Same happened today, he is alright here for a hour “let me get you a drink” he leads evan with a hand on his back over to the counter where he orders two glasses of whiskey “how come I've never seen you around?”

Evan can feel how he tenses when he feels his hand on his back and follows him before they sit down by the counter as he orders the two of them two glasses of whiskey. “probably cause I work as a barista at the corner of London,”they're currently in the very centre of London right now. He runs a hand through his hair before he reaches for his glass of whiskey and takes a sip out of it.

Ouu barista, that's sexy , Barty thinks to himself. “you never visit your sister?” Barty would say that he's good at talking when he needs to, he can look charming if he wants it. He smile at Evan a little bit and takes his glass of whiskey.

“I do visit my sister, just never when the two of you are around” Roxanne by the Police starts playing in the Background, at least good music is playing. Why is he smiling like that? He looks over to him again and smiles as a reply “to bad I didn't” 

“Oh yes too bad, I could have shown you everything” everything and even more. He takes another sip of his Whiskey and starts looking at his muscles, how they look better when the light is pink and not blue or how they move everytime he is moving his body.

“Too bad,” Evan murmurs. He seems like he knows this bartender because that guy is constantly looking over to him which makes Evan frown a little and so to take action, he takes off his  jacket and places it aside before he takes another sip of his glass and now he’s  almost finished with it.

Barty had one or two nights with that bartender but he doesn’t feel like remembering that night a lot because he just doesn’t care and seriously, the more people know him the worse it gets. He finishes off his glass and takes out a cigarette.

A little frown leaves Evan as he looks over to him “can I have one?” he hands him one, Evan just can't stop thinking about the way that barista is looking over to them. “Do you know that guy?” Does he have a problem? Do they seem like a gay couple? Not that he minds it's just problematic. 

“Just some guy I met once or twice” after Barty ordered another drink he starts thinking, does he even remember his name? What was is something with M? Or something with L? No idea so what does he think he is doing when he is looking over to them, acting like Barty belongs to him.

“Mhm, I see,” Evan hums in reply and slightly furrows his eyebrows before he snatches his lighter away and lights his cigarette with an annoyed expression. Did he come here just for those two to have a staring contest? He orders another glass as well and takes a drag from his cigarette.

“So are you in a relationship or anything? There must be a reason you're not living here, no one would like to live in the end of London,” Barty smirks a little bit and lights his cigarette as well before he takes a drag.

“Oh no, no relationship. We broke up a year ago” of course there were one night stands but nothing serious, he even was sick of dating for a while. “I could ask you the same” he adds in the moment he looks up to Barty again.

“Oh fuck no, definitely not a relationship person I don't need someone to be clingy and all obsessed with me- sure I like when someone is obsessed with me in a sexual way but not someone who will wait for me everyday whenever I'm coming home” Barty quickly takes another drag from the cigarette and leans a bit back “there has to be someone who is interested in you, you are such a pretty guy.”

Definitely not a reIationship guy, I see , Evan looks over to him with raised eyebrows. Did he just flirt with him after knowing him for about 7 hours? “Not that I would know,” He responds. “Do you know anyone?” He asks instead before smirking a little and taking a sip from his glass.

“Someone I would like to sleep with, yeah someone I would want a relationship with, probably not,” the brunet bites his lower lip a little bit and takes another drag from his cigarette. “What about you?”

Evan can't help but smile a little bit “perhaps, yeah” he looks back over to him discreetly shifting closer to him.

All this waiting for him to say more than that, makes him say something useful. He support his head on his arm “I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick” Barty throws his cigarette onto the floor and steps onto it before he makes his way toward the bathroom, slightly hoping that Evan would follow him 

Evan frowns a little and looks over to the door. He could just disappear if he’s honest and it wouldn’t make any difference, would it? The blonde boy thinks that now he gets what Pandora and Regulus were trying to tell him. He finishes his third glass and gets up from where he’s sitting, making his way through the masses of people to the restroom where he closes the door behind himself but he’s not quite sure how to interpret what he just saw.

Barty is standing in front of a mirror, taking out the bag with coke. He’s nearly finished when he hears the door close and  quickly finishes off the rest and wipes his nose before he looks up over to Evan through the mirror. Wow, he followed me, what a surprise.

Evan is having a very weird feeling about the whole situation, so he is locking the door behind him just in case. “You were taking a while so I wanted to check on you” He is leaning against the door slightly crossing his arms.

“Yeah I'm kinda feeling ill right now” Barty is wiping over his face one time before he leans his head to the side “you care about me so much you immediately went to check on me, how sweet” a little smile is leaving his lips while he is approaching Evan.

If Evan is honest himself, he feels kind of lightheaded. Sure it’s only been three glasses but he hasn’t drunk this much at once for a short time in a while. “Couldn’t let you die, couldn’t I?” he asks with the same ironic smile, not moving an inch as Barty’s approaching him.

“You could, you know, but you probably thought about me naked and now you can't stay away anymore,” now Barty is standing in front of him. He isn’t really drunk, right? Don't tell me he is getting drunk just because of 3 glasses.

Wow went in for it real quick “you wouldn't be so wrong about that,” Evan mumurs, maybe he should have drunk a bit more before he came in here, but somehow he will definitely survive it. But now Barty is already standing in front of him.

“Oh I have time, don't worry” From one to the other moment Bartys hand is already resting on his neck “I think you will have time for me as well” now he is moving even closer, pushing one of his legs between Evan's.

“You don't have another choice,” the brown-haired boy whispers before he presses his lips against Evan's, Pandora doesn't need to find out and she never will; it's just this one time. Barty moves his hand on his neck under his shirt and his knee is rubbing here or there against his private part.

Evan can feel how he lets out a quiet groan here and then. Barty smells like alcohol. Or is it his mouth? He cannot tell if he's honest, he can only tell it’s an overwhelming feeling. The blonde boy's hand that is on Barty’s arm slowly slides towards his waist and slowly under his waistband as he reciprocates and his other hand moves to the back pockets of his trousers.

A little groan escapes bartys lips the momwnt he feels his hand on his ass. Quickly pulling off Evan's shirt but respectfully not throwing it onto the floor because it's disgusting here, so he throws it over his shoulder. Now he is shirtless which makes Barty place his hand on his cbest slightly twisting his nipple.

A slightly surprising groan comes from the blond boy, he wants to do it here? In the damn restroom? I don't even wanna know how many people threw up here but oh well. Evan's hand moves to Bartys belt, not even hesitating before he opens it and unzips his jeans. 

Barty pushes his head a little back and starts kissing his neck, leaving little marks just so he will remember who he slept with. The brown-haired boy can feel Evan’s hand on his crotch which makes his stomach go crazy and he bites a little bit into his neck.

The moment Barty starts kissing his neck, Evan’s eyes flutter shut and he tries hard not to be too loud, he just feels how his breath gets heavier and his stomach is tingling like insane. He pushes Barty’s trousers down a little and lets one hand slip under his boxers.

A groan leaves Bartys lips the moment he can feel evans hand right on his dick, just this one night, no one will care what we did in the future anyway. It's disgusting that it happens here but sadly the bar is to far away from home to just quickly walk there, this has to work.

Evan knows himself that this probably isn't going to last, he notice it the way he touches him but something insides him makes his stomach go crazy right now, like this is what he wants. He is keeping his hand right where it is and allows Barty to walk a little closer to him.

“It's disgusting in here,” Barty murmurs ironically and gives him some new hickeys, tomorrow he will look like a huge mistake. His  knee is still between Evan’s legs and at the point he can feel his length through the fabric.

Evan doesn’t really want to look at himself  in the mirror at this point, it’s probably absolutely terrible. He’s just trying hard to contain his voice as he replies “kinda stinks,” a bit sarcastically and his other hand slowly starts pushing up his shirt.

“Definitely disgusting” he murmurs and the moment Barty feels Evans hand on his skin he bits into his neck again and leaves another mark. He definitely knows who will ask a lot questions tomorrow, a smirk leaves bartys lips before he pulls his hands out of his boxershorts and drops to his knees, starts unzipping Evans pants.

Pandora will kill me, the thought runs through his head the whole time. But she doesn’t know who has done it, so.. Evan slowly look down as he starts unzipping his trousers which makes him let out an impatient sigh. Fucking shit, in the damn disgusting restroom of a fucking bar and he met that guy this morning and he is literally the drummer in the band Evan is in now. 

Barty pulls down his pants and his boxers as well before he looks up to him one last time and starts giving him a blow job. He doesn’t understand why gay sex is so complicated like dude what the fuck, they’re missing the rights and now the sex is also complicated.

Evan cannot help it, he feels how a groan escapes his lips and how his hands move to the back of his head to hold him there. The blonde boy’s eyes squeeze themselves and he quietly sighs, letting out a quiet “ fucking shit, Barty” as his hands slowly run through his hair.

Oh maybe he is drunk but he is still sounding fucking sexy. He holds onto Evan's thighs because he doesn't wanna touch that disgusting floor and puts some pressure against them, next to him Evan is white like a wall gosh.

Evan keeps his eyes squeezed but he doesn't let go of his backhead either, on the contrary, his hands just dig a little bit more into his hair as he can feel another groan escape his lips.He can be glad that we’re in a bar where everything’s just damn loud. Evans eyes flutter open again and slowly look down at him.

After some time Barty lets go of him and quickly gets up because of that floor, he will just throw those pants away actually. He pulls his pants back up and looks at his neck. “Suits you.”

Evan’s hands slowly move out of his hair and he keeps his eyebrows slightly raised as he runs a hand through his hair, trying to catch his breath. “They’ll probably be the very death of me,”  he says with a little smirk on his lips as he lightly tilts his head to the side and watches him getting up again. They’ll be the very death of him but he loves them.

 Barty throws Evans shirt at his face and snorts a little bit “What will she do? Lock you in a room and never let you out?” He think it's ridiculous as hell like he is a grown up if he wanna have sex he should. 

He rolls his eyes a little and pulls the shirt over again before zipping up his trousers again,starring at him “no I think she’d rather do that to you if she found out” Evan snorts a little and slowly pushes himself off of the door.

“Oh wow that's your impression?” BartyI rolls his eyes too and puts his trousers on.” She won't because I would quit the band and both of them know that they won't find someone who is better than me,” he smiles at Eva and then they leave the restrooms again.

Fair enough . The blonde boy quietly sighs before he follows him out of this shitty restroom pretending they had just needed it for a moment.