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He had something to say, but whatever it was died the moment warm lips pressed against his own. For a moment everything stood still, in the story book way that often spoke of 'that first kiss'. It was electric, and horrifying at the same time. He sat frozen, unsure of what to do even as his heart began to beat wildly.
Push him away, push him away... a part of his mind argued, while another hissed with excited enjoyment. He couldn't decide, he couldn't figure out what he needed to listen to...
And in the end, a hand reached up as Avery started to pulled away. His fingers brushed lightly over the other boy's soft skin gingerly, as if he'd never before touched another person. Closing the small gap between them, their lips met for a second time.
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"What's with you and thinking I just want to fuck off and shag?" The idea was terrifying. He had only ever had sex once, and it had hardly been this wonderful, glamorous experience. He was pretty sure, in fact, that it had been a natural train wreck.
"What? How do you even go from kissing to shagging? How does that even remotely make sense to you?" He rolled his eyes, "sorry, hate to disappoint."
But then he stared at the boy, unsure if he even wanted to answer that. They'd kissed, after all, not fallen in love and gotten married. Why did he even want to know that sort of thing?
"Don't take it so personal," he said with a bit of a sigh, reaching up to rub his forehead. "I hate everyone equally. And myself the most. Don't feel so fucking special."
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"I never said I wanted to do it here, I just said that it was a natural progression," he clarified. Not that he'd turn Leon down if he offered, but that was very unlikely right now. "And no, I haven't, but you're welcome to double check if you like."
Avery's hand worked its way up slightly, stroking the lengths of each of Leon's fingers in turn.
"But why do you want to be like that? It's depressing. Shouldn't you see someone about that sort of thing? I would." Avery sighed and brushed a hand through his hair. It was like dealing with a petulant child. How was he meant to seduce this?
"Fine, fine, we'll change the subject," Avery replied wearily. He was quite pleased that Leon had liked the kiss though; that was a start, wasn't it? "You know what you were saying earlier, about your uncle...well it's just that I noticed you were taking your time with my book and...I don't suppose you'd have much of an interest in all of that dark magic business, would you?"
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"...You want me to grope you?" He gave Avery a skeptical look, before rolling his eyes. Oh, right. Because of course he'd never thought about 'professional' help. It wasn't like that had never been spoken aloud by anyone or anything.
"Oh yeah, you spend your life being happy because a pill makes you 'happy'. It isn't like you don't know it is all fake. All some giant lie, mocking you." He was broken goods, and why anyone wanted his company was beyond him. "And when people are too busy hating you, they can't very well be disappointed about how you never measure up to their expectations. It works for me, why break system?"
But then his brows shot up, and he pushed himself up on one forearm too look down at Avery. As he sat and wondered about the questions before him, one finger curled up and hooked about Avery's, holding it captive in a loose grip. "And if I said I knew a bit?" He asked skeptically. After all, the Dark Arts wasn't something most people wanted to own up to.
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"Yeah, yeah." He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, you're the first bloke I ever snogged, so if you could please not rush off to finish line...or something. Aaaah, bah, screw this."
He flopped back on the grass and closed his eyes as he listened to Avery go on. Bloody boy never shut up, did he? "Oh yeah? Well you think I have thought of it? Thanks for pointing out the fucking most obvious problem with the whole thing. Pardon me now while I go top myself. What do you think? Spell, poison or jumping? I just can't decide which is better!"
Ug. He didn't think the sarcasm really masked the truth in that part of the conversation, but he hoped Avery was too dense to catch on. The last thing he needed was to be under constant supervision. He wasn't at all sure how people thought that sort of thing would make you less likely to kill yourself.
"You're serious?" He asked, though, as the conversation turned back to the dark arts. "You want to learn about hexes and curses for 'educational' purposes? What sort of an idiot do you take me for again?"
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"Oh yeah, I'll send you a text. 'Come suck my knob'." Leon rolled his eyes a bit. He wasn't even sure how one went about that sort of thing anyway. Granted, he was well aware there were many more steps involved it just..It was ridiculous. Completely.
"Fuck you," he snapped though, "how the hell is it my fault?" He wasn't going to give Avery a list of the crap he did to keep himself happy, that was for sure. "I do things about it, it doesn't just magically change though. Sort of a problem you're stuck with."
For better or worse, as it were.
"Why should I believe you only have an academic interest? You have a book on dark witches and wizards." He paused though, mulling over things in his head. One of his fingers brushed up and down Avery's though, as he thought things through. It wasn't as if Avery could really get him in trouble, was it? After all...He had used that spell, and no one had said a thing to him. "There is this one, I used it on that bat-thing when it attacked me. Was pretty nasty, really. Wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of it someday."
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"I suppose you'll want my number then, just in case you ever get the urge for it." Which in turn meant that he would need to have Leon's number, of course. Instant access; Avery would be able to get into his head whenever he felt like it then...
"If you're doing things about it and it isn't going away then you aren't doing enough. That makes it your fault for not bothering to put enough effort in."
All of this sitting in his closet and pretending to be straight probably didn't help either, but Avery decided to leave that out. It would only lead to talk about Adelaide, and how was he ever going to get Leon on his knees if he was feeling guilty about hurting some idiotic, masculine girl?
"It's just a reference guide, a lot of people have them. Besides, I never said I wanted you to believe that my interest was strictly academic..." He met Leon's gaze for a minute. It was risky, acknowledging his interest in such a taboo subject, but he still had the kiss; he could hold that over Leon if needs be. Not that Avery thought he needed it right now, but it was nice to have a little insurance.
"What does the spell do?" Avery asked quietly, inching nearer. "And how did the Darkmantle react?"
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"Whatever," he rolled to his side, and pulled his phone out of his back pocket. "Don't go thinking this shit means anything though. Its just a number, for when....we want to shag, or snog, or whatever." Nothing gay. Right?
He all but threw his phone at Avery, though, scowling at the remarks about not putting enough effort into things. Like he'd know anything about it, as self-absorbed as Avery was.
"You're coy act is annoying, you want to know so bad what it is like that your practically bursting." He paused then, before shrugging. So what if the other boy wanted to know, it wasn't like either of them could afford to run off telling anyone. "I used Temero. It is supposed to cause this deep bruises and open wounds. Rather painful, I guess, given the way the thing screamed when I hit it. It could barely fly, wasn't so hard to catch it then."
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