Midnight Conversation (Markus)

[Markus O'Keefe]

Horizontal tango. Markus snorted. "Nice. Yeah it probably would be, or you'd be trying to rip off my clothes whenever you're supposed to tutor me" He waggled his eyebrows, poking the boys side before brushing a kiss over his forehead. Yeah, drunk Markus became REALLY cuddly. He liked knowing that he was good for something other than a fuck. Fucking was easy and simple, but sometimes it lacked what he was really looking for, though the boy himself was loathe to admit that. He preferred things simple, mainly because he knew he wouldn't be a good boyfriend to anyone. He'd get bored, plain and simple, and that would lead to bad things happening one way or another.

"Which, benefits aside, would really not help me passing my NEWTs." Picking up the bottle, he took another swig, coughing a little as the burn passed through his throat. "And that'd be a bad thing. Father would kick me out, I'd have no education and no job. Next thing you know I'd have to sell my hot body on the streets...wouldn't that be a shame." The thing was, he was only half kidding. It was one of the few options that sounded reasonable.

[Ashton Laurent]

Ash laughed as well, "I thought it was the other way around? You trying to rip my clothes off when I'm trying to tutor you." Ash laughed again and squirmed away from Markus' poking fingers. "Quit it!" he did not need Markus knowing just how ticklish he was. Ash was extremely ticklish!

Ash sighed. There he went again with the whole 'I'm not going to pass my NEWTS and my dad is gonna kick me out' thing. Ash's voice now took on a serious tone, "Markus, listen to me. You, are not going to fail your NEWTS." Ash too took another sip of alcohol, wincing as the burn went down his throat. "You can believe me or not, but you're not going to fail."

He smiled as he felt the older boys lips brush against his forehead. "And I agree, having to sell your hot body out on the streets would be a shame. Let's be thankful it'll never come to that."

Ash lay there in silence for a few moments. More than content to just be there with Markus' arm around him. Did he wish that they would end up being more than just fuck buddies? Well... yes. But he didn't know if Markus felt that way, hell he wasn't one hundred percent sure of it himself! So, it was best to just not say anything for moment.

Ashton could not however, stop what happened next. Nor did he want to. In a sudden moment of daring, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against Markus'. The kiss was quick but sweet and left Ash more than a little confused. Not that he showed it. Instead, he just smiled up at the Gryffindor, sapphire eyes sparkling with amusement, and maybe a little bit of lust.

[Markus O'Keefe]

"Ah now you're just trying to shut me up!" Markus snickered, shaking his head a little in amusement. It was nice that he'd been kissed, but he wasn't quite sure why the brunette had done such a thing. Well, yeah, there was the obvious 'I want you' bit, but he figured it had something to do with his father as well. "I'm serious though. You can tell me I won't fail, which, okay, will remain to be seen, but he might as well kick me out before that. I'm not exactly the perfect son he wanted"

God, why was he telling him all this? He hadn't even told Scorpius this much and the other qualified as a friend! He really didn't have any control over himself when he was drunk, did he? "Ah forget it. I don't even.." He shrugged, not really wanting to talk about the subject any further, lest the other think he was pathetic.

In an attempt to silence his own mind, he drank down some more of the liquor and turned the upper half of his body towards Ashton, pressing his lips softly to the others mouth. Maybe that would stop the wheels in his head from turning.

[Ashton Laurent]

Ash smirked. "If I wanted you to shut up, I would have told you so." The smirk softened slightly, "As a matter of fact, I happen to enjoy the sound of your voice. Oh Merlin, tell me I didn't just say that... as if your ego isn't big enough already!" he teased the taller boy.

Ash was confused. Perfect son? What the hell did Markus mean by that? "Markus, no one is perfect. Your dad is a fool to think that you should be." He wanted to say more. Wanted to ask Markus exactly what he meant, but could tell that the Gryffindor did not want to talk about, and so did not press the issue. After all, didn't he hate it when people tried to force him to talk about things?

Ash hummed a little as Markus' lips pressed against his own. Hell, the boy was practically purring with contentment. In fact, he was quite sure that if he'd been a cat, he would have been purring! Actually, come to think of it; his Animagus was a cat! But snow leopards really didn't purr. At least, not that he remembered. Heh... you'd think he'd know more about his own Animagus form.

In another bout of daring, Ash pressed even closer to Markus, deepening the kiss. He had a feeling that things were about to get a little hot and heavy...

[Markus O'Keefe]

The brunette really talked too much, but Markus found the things he said rather enjoyable, at least most of them. It almost sounded as if the boy was already falling for him, and though the warning signs flashed danger in his head, he couldn't care too much. Maybe because a tiny part, one that he would push away and deny existed, was falling for him as well. It had happened a few times before, Markus wasn't made of stone, but it never amounted to anything. It never lasted long enough to.

He doubted it would be different this time. Ashton was cute, yeah, but he'd end up boring him as everyone did. Someone would have to be exciting both in and out of the bedroom, keeping up with him and his moods, and not just one day but every day, because when he was in love, Markus wanted nothing more than to be with someone every chance he had.

The Gryffindor kissed him back, but instead of making it all hot and heavy, his kiss was soft and sweet, his tongue for once not darting out to claim the others mouth. His fingers brushed over the boys collarbone again, drifting to the back of Ashtons neck where he could play with the little hairs at the nape of his neck.

[Ashton Laurent]

Ash didn't even bother trying to stop the smile on his face. Why would he want to? He was sitting here on a soft, comfy couch, Markus' arms around him, the older boy's lips against his own, and now one hand had trailed across his collarbone again, bringing out that now familiar shiver, while the other seemed to have found its way to the hair at the nape of his neck.

Ah yes, Ash was more than happy to just sit here kissing and cuddling. He was worried though. Worried that he was maybe falling a bit too fast for the Gryffindor.

In fact, he was almost certain that he was falling too fast. Yet, he did nothing to stop it. He didn't want to. He couldn't believe he was admitting this, but he wanted to fall for Markus. He wanted to have that warm tingly feeling whenever Markus looked at him, or when he heard the sound of Markus' voice, hell even when he just thought of Markus! He wanted that slightly giddy feeling. He didn't want it to go away.

But was it right? Could the boys be something more? Of course they would have to be friends first, Ash knew that. But he also had a feeling that it might end up being something more. He was determined to show Markus that he wasn't the rule-abiding, stuck-up pompous git that he seemed to be labeled as. He wanted Markus to know that he knew how to let loose.

[Markus O'Keefe]

He pulled away a good five minutes later, a lazy and content smile on his face. This was nice. Sitting here, having a drink; a nice, lazy evening. He did get a lot of those, but he was always worrying in the back of his head: what if he didn't get his homework done? What if he failed his exams? What if his dad really did kick him out, without any money, without an education? What then? This time there was none of that, because he had a boy with him who'd promised to help him achieve what he needed to succeed in life. And that was nice.

"This is nice" He said it softly, his fingers slowly untangling themselves from the Head Boys hair. He was sleepy, more because he was relaxed than because of being tired, but what he really wanted right now was to curl up on a bed with the boy besides him. At this thought, he thought he could hear a faint pop as the bed materialised, but he was too content to look back to check.

Besides, it wasn't as if he were going to throw the brunette on the bed and ravage him, though he had an inkling that the Ravenclaw wouldn't mind that all too much. It was a nice feeling, knowing that things were going to happen but knowing that they had all the time in the world.

[Ashton Laurent]

When Markus finally pulled away five minutes later, Ash was quite sure he had the 'happy idiot' grin on his face. Markus O'Keefe was one hell of a kisser! Even if the kisses hadn't been burning with passion or whatever. There was... a different kind of passion. A soft, sweet kind. That was the kind Ash liked best.

"Hmm. It is." Ash agreed. His voice was softer than before. Almost muffled. Whether it was because he was getting sleepy, or because of the fact that he had once more decided to bury his face in Markus shoulder, the Ravenclaw wasn't sure.

In fact, speaking of sleep... that's probably what the both of them should be doing right about now. But Ash didn't want to leave the room. He sighed anyway, and moved to stand up. "We should probably get to bed." he said, speaking softly. Not really looking at Markus.

Of course he hadn't noticed the bed behind him yet. He'd heard the pop, but had assumed that Markus was just conjuring up more drinks. Ash wouldn't deny that he wanted to spend the night in Markus' arms. Even if they didn't have sex tonight. In fact, that would make it even better. Not having sex.

[Markus O'Keefe]

Did the boy read his mind? Markus trailed his fingers lazily down the others arm, letting him cuddle into him as much as he wanted. Things would be different come morning, once he was sober. Sober Markus was too tough to cuddle, too afraid to let people get genuinely close to him, as it meant sharing secrets he'd rather keep to himself. So yeah, he'd be different, and he wasn't sure how Ashton would take it, whether the boy would just accept it or turn into one of those whining clingy people. He certainly hoped the former would happen rather than the latter, as he needed the tutor longer than this night would last.

"We should." Stretching, the boy purred like a cat for a moment, before settling back on the couch, his arm still around the others shoulders. "There's a bed here if you're comfortable with sharing. Which, considering we're going to end up shagging sometime in the future, I'd assume you are." He chuckled a little to himself, pleasantly buzzed and happy with how the night had turned out. The boy could've given him a detention but instead he'd joined him in this room. Yeah, Ashton was a nice person. For now.

[Ashton Laurent]

Ash smiled slightly, careful to not let the glee show blatantly on his face. He laughed at the shagging remark. "True." he admitted. He flashed a cheeky grin at Markus. "I get to sleep in the middle though." Everyone knew that the middle of the bed was the most comfortable spot. And that was exactly why he was claiming it.

Standing up, Ash wavered for a moment. "Woah! Ok, head rush. Ugh... I shouldnt've drank so much.." he scoffed, "What the hell am I saying? You're more drunk than I am!" he teased Markus. He knew that come morning, things would be different. They would both be sober. And Ash had a feeling that sober Markus didn't exactly do cuddly. Ash wasn't sure how he would handle all this, but decided that it would do no good to dwell on it. No, it was better to enjoy the tender moment while he still could.

No matter what happened the next morning, Ash was more than happy to spend the night with Markus. As for how he would deal with everything in the morning? Well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Of course, a small part of him couldn't help but hope that Markus would not immediately turn back into his arrogant self come morning.

[Markus O'Keefe]

Markus laughed at him, getting to his feet and wrapping one arm around Ashtons waist to keep him from falling over. "Lightweight" He teased him, brushing a kiss over his forehead in a tender moment. It was easy to be himself now, to be loving and gentle with someone he respected and cared for.

Tomorrow it'd be back to arrogance and flirting, comments that were more detached than anything that had been said tonight. The Ravenclaw would simply have to deal, as for the moment, he knew no other way to deal with things. Besides, he could admit now that he might possibly like some part of the brunette, but that'd be different once the alcohol had worn off. Sober Markus didn't fall in love. Or at least he didn't talk about it or act upon it.

"I drank more but I'm not more drunk than you are. I can handle myself" He boasted a little, grinning at the brunette as he let go of him to pull off his own shirt, not ashamed of his body in the slightest. Ash wanted him, he was allowed a look, if only so the boy would want him even more. "Come on, get your ass in bed"

[Ashton Laurent]

Ash giggled in return. "Quit laughing at me!" he complained, sticking his tongue out at Markus. "Hey! I resent that!" he said with a pout in response to Markus lightweight comment. He smiled as Markus' lips brushed over his forehead. He loved tender moments like this. Too bad they couldn't last...

No! He had to stop thinking so negatively. If he focused all his attention on thought of what could be then he would never be ableto truly enjoy what was. And that was something that he was not okay with. Not enjoying himself. So, enough with the 'I wish things would always be this way' thoughts. Just take pleasure in the fact that they were how they were right now.

Ash too peeled off his shirt and fell into bed next to Markus. He snuggled up against Markus just as he had many times that night. His back against Markus' warm chest. Of course being gay, Ash couldn't help but notice what a nice body Markus had. Broad chest and shoulders, slightly narrow hips. Yes, very nice indeed.

Ash himself wasn't quite as well-built, but he knew he had a good body in and of its own. Even if it was a bit smaller than Markus' it was toned from Quidditch, and Ash liked to dance in his spare time, and he was a runner as well. So he knew he had a decent body.

[Markus O'Keefe]

If Ashton hadn't been in bed, the Gryffindor would've tossed him over his shoulder to prove the lightweight comment, however as it was, he was pleased the boy listened to him so well. It was a nice thing to have happen, someone who was eager to please. He thought it was an attractive quality, though by no means did he want someone who'd follow him around and agree with all his thoughts. It was definitely nice to be able to argue with someone. If only for the make up sex that followed.

Having stripped from his clothes - ALL of his clothes - Markus slid into bed with him, letting the younger male settle against him. It was rather sweet that the boy trusted him so much, and for once he didn't feel like pushing him away and putting up that harsh exterior that everyone minus his friends was used to.

Yawning a little, he brushed a kiss over Ashtons shoulder, content with lying here next to him without anything happening. Maybe the other would feel irritated with him later, or disappointed that nothing had happened, but he reasoned that if the Raven really wanted something to happen, he would have made another move sometime during the evening.

[Ashton Laurent]

Ash grinned gleefully at the sight of naked Markus. Mmm.... yummy! he thought to himself. In fact... Ash looked down at himself in distatste. He was shirtless but was wearing cotton pants and boxers. "I have entirely too many clothes on." he said with a cheeky grin.

Waving his wand, Ash vanished his pants and boxers leaving himself as naked as Markus. He snuggled closer to Markus, enjoying the feel of skin against skin. It was actually kind of surprising at how comfortable he was with being naked, in a bed, with a boy he barely knew. Yet, it didn't bother him in the slightest.

In fact, Ash rather enjoyed it. It had been a long time since he'd been even slightly intimate with someone, too long in his opinion. And while sleeping naked with someone wasn't the same as having sex, it was no less intimate. In fact, it was quite intimate in it's own right. That's how Ash saw it anyway.

Ash was glad for one thing though. The Glamour hiding his bruises and scars. He didn't want them showing, because then that would lead to Markus asking questions. Questions Ash didn't want to answer. It meant he would have to talk about his past, and his life. A past and life he didn't want to face.

But, enough thoughts on that for now. For now, Ash would just enjoy the moment. He smiled as Markus' lips pressed against his shoulder. Deciding he wanted another kiss, he turned to face Markus, and froze. Literally froze. Scattered across Markus' chest were scars. Scars that looked frighteningly similar to the ones on his own back. "What happened?" he whispered, trailing a finger across one. He looked up at Markus, confusion and sorrow in his eyes.

[Markus O'Keefe]

Markus didn't think about his scars when he undressed, as no one ever confronted him about them. They didn't dare to ask what had happened to him, out of fear of what he would say or do to them to keep the truth quiet. If he even told them the truth, which was an unlikely thing in the first place. So to have this question directed at him was rather new. And slightly unnerving.

The brunette arched an eyebrow, it almost disappearing into his hair as Ashton actually leaned in to trace one with his finger. There were definitely not a lot of people who would do that. But this one did, and he'd asked, and for one fucking moment Markus couldn't even come up with a reason not to tell the truth. "My dad. He brought me up the way he was raised. Physical punishment when I fail." Another reason for him not to fail his NEWTs, though he'd partly failed his OWLs on purpose just to aggravate his father. Stupidly enough.

He brushed his thumb over Ash's collarbone, catching a hint of a scar right there, one that he also traced with curious fingers. He could feel the thing, he just couldn't see it. A glamour, his mind provided, and he was glad that he at least knew the answer to this mystery. "Don't tell me you've had the same privileged pureblood upbringing that I did."