“Not gonna give me one?” Evan jolted up and turned around quickly, relaxing when he realised that the other occupant of the balcony was just Barty.
“Here,” taking the cigarette out of his mouth, he twirled it around his fingers before passing it to Barty, “It’s my last one,”
Mumbling a thanks, Barty took the cigarette from Evan, his fingers brushing against Evan’s. He took a long drag before blowing out the smoke, a peaceful look in his eyes.
“So, why aren’t you inside?” Unconsciously, he leaned against Barty, relaxing against his body heat.
“You’re not there.” Passing back the cigarette, Barty continued staring at the smoke in the sky, oblivious to the pounding in Evan’s chest.
“Oh.”
“Yeah,”
Without a word, Barty pushed away from the railing, and walked back, Evan almost falling over as a result. Quietly and slowly, he moved behind Evan to push him up gently against the railing before curling his fingers around the cold metal, his rings clinking against it. His chest to Evan’s back, he rested his chin against his shoulder, his hot breath tickling the skin on his neck and causing the hair there to stand up. “Is this okay, Evs?”
“Yes,” he breathed out, his thoughts sprinting in circles in his mind, his heart pounding loudly in his chest. Yes this is okay. It’s more than okay, it’s really fucking okay. Please don’t move away.
“Evs,” the words were muffled by the collar of Evan’s sweater, his long lashes brushing against his collarbone as he closed his eyes, a tension leaving his shoulders. Humming in satisfaction, he wrapped his arms around Evan’s torso, his head rested in between his neckand shoulder. His hands were cold, sending chills down Evan’s spine when they came in contact with the exposed skin on his torso.
Cold. Barty’s hands, the air around them, the railing that his left hand was still holding onto for support, yet he was hot. Burning hot as butterflies danced around his gut. His heart hammered against his chest and it was a wonder that Barty hadn't realised exactly how badly he was affecting Evan. Or maybe he did and just liked fucking with Evan. Shaky fingers still holding the cigarette, he brought it up to his lips, taking a long drag and trying hard to not think about how Barty had taken a drag out of it not too long ago. He failed. He can’t not think about how Barty and him just had an indirect kiss (not for the first time). Or how his perfect fingers wrapped around his waist, or Barty’s breath that tickled his neck. Or his lashes that brushed against his collarbone. Breathe Evan. Breathe. Fucking breathe.
“TEN! NINE! EIGHT!” loud chanting broke him out of his thoughts, the countdown finally starting. Seven more seconds and today would become yesterday. Six more seconds and it’d be another year together with Regulus and Barty. Five more seconds and everyone would be done scrambling for their New Year’s kiss. Four more seconds and it’d mark another New Year celebration without feeling Barty’s lips. Three more seconds and the fireworks would start. Two more seconds and Barty would definitely wake up if he hadn’t already. One more second before Barty–
One second ago Barty roughly directed Evan’s lips to his. Kissing him passionately and roughly in a way that was just so Barty. Two seconds ago he was turned around and pushed against the railing as Barty claimed his lips as his own. And Evan kissed back just as hungrily, fingers digging into his thin t-shirt, pulling him even closer and kissing him like he’d never get to ever again. His fingers slipped up and into his hair before tugging and pulling to kiss Barty even harder. Barty’s black nails dug into his skin, one hand on his torso and the other one holding his shoulder.
Five minutes later and the kiss was a memory.
“First on my New Year’s Resolution : Kiss Evan Rosier. Second on my New Year’s Resolution : Make him my boyfriend,” Smirking at Evan’s flushed cheeks, he leaned down to peck his lips gently before looking up into his eyes, “What do you think? Wanna help me complete that list?”
“Yes,”