potter; EVAN (potterlings) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-07-15 21:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: evan potter, retired character: andrew kirke |
who ? andrew kirke and evan potter
when ? friday to saturday night
where ? idk a field?
what ? camping, sleeping, not-sleeping
warnings ? talks about being eaten by bears; pg-15 level of sexual encounters; bleeding (all more or less unrelated)
status ? complete
So perhaps a small part of Evan had allowed himself to believe that maybe he’d enjoy camping for as long as Andrew was there. This was why Evan had let Andrew convince him to try it in the first place. And, to give kudos where they were due, Evan hadn’t minded the pitching of a tent and making of a fire (he had especially enjoyed that bit) and roasting of marshmallows and general being outside (though it smelled like grass). However, the nighttime was not great. In general, Evan was not a person who struggled to sleep. He was very proud of his ability to pretty much sleep anywhere and everywhere. That was up until he discovered that apparently sleeping outside (or in a tent that was still too outside) was not something he was very good at.
Andrew had fallen asleep with apparently no problem at all and Evan had tried. He really had. For the past hour, Evan had been shifting and turning trying to find a good position to sleep. There was a noise coming from outside that had taken Evan far too long to recognise as crickets. He didn’t like it. They were loud and... cricket-y. Except Evan also felt he couldn’t complain, because him and Andrew were sleeping outside and that was where the crickets lived. They had a right to be as loud as they wanted. Probably. People weren’t meant to sleep where the crickets chirped. Evidently, no one had told Andrew that, because he seemed just fine.
After turning over again, Evan sighed dramatically. This was not going well. Shifting around, Evan moved closer to Andrew, throwing an arm over Andrew’s stomach so he could press himself against Andrew. Perhaps that would help (Evan suspected that he was never going to sleep ever again and it was incredibly sad and it was all Andrew’s fault and if they got eaten by a bear Evan would be highly annoyed). And then Andrew said something and since Evan had presumed he was asleep, he missed it entirely. “What?” He asked slightly raising his head to look at Andrew, except it was really really dark (because they were sleeping outside) and it looked like Andrew’s eyes were closed.
--
Camping with Evan, in a magical tent, was a lot different to what little camping Andrew had done as a boy. The fire and the marshmallows had been much the same (though rather more plentiful, as they only had to share with each other) and Andrew had treated Evan to a few campfire songs and as much of a ‘scary’ story as he could remember. The bedding situation, though, was very different. Not only did Andrew have an Evan to curl up with, but the ground was magically cushioned and far more comfortable than it had any right to be. They could probably have cast a spell to keep the sounds of the outside world out, if either of them had known it was going to be a problem. For Andrew, it wasn’t one. He might not fall asleep as easily as Evan did, but noise rarely bothered him. He’d fallen asleep not long after he closed his eyes, and drifted towards REM sleep in due course.
“It’s my guitar,” Andrew muttered, his tone irritated. He didn’t say anything for several minutes, sadly oblivious to both the way Evan was wrapping an arm around him and the fact Evan was peering into his face. He turned over onto his back, impeded by Evan being somewhat in the way. “Not magic,” he added, stretching out and unconsciously tangling his leg between Evan’s.
--
So evidently, hearing what Andrew said didn’t really make a great deal of difference, as Evan still wasn’t sure what he was actually on about. There wasn’t a guitar here and Evan didn’t know what the magic bit was really referring to. Whether it was the guitar that wasn’t magic, or it was Evan who wasn’t magic, or it was something else entirely, he had no idea. Evan was, however, becoming more convinced that Andrew wasn’t actually awake, because Andrew’s eyes were still closed, despite his legs tangling between Evan’s, body having shifted in closer. Evan pressed himself more comfortably against Andrew, but didn’t really lower himself back down, so he could carry on making sure Andrew wasn’t just... well, if he was teasing Evan, this was probably a pretty ridiculous way to go about it.
“Are you asleep?” Evan asked suspiciously. They had slept together for a great deal of five months and Evan had never noticed that Andrew spoke in his sleep. This was both somewhat distressing but also a little bit funny. The fact that Evan clearly slept so deeply he didn’t even notice was probably pretty impressive. “What’s not magic?” Evan decided to ask, curious of what the answer would be. If Andrew really was asleep, Evan was somewhat interested to see how much of a conversation he could get out of him. Besides, it wasn’t like Evan could sleep.
--
“Elephants,” Andrew answered immediately, almost before Evan had finished the question. (Indeed, it was impossible to tell whether it had been intended as an answer to Evan’s question at all, or just another meaningless sleep-utterance.) Andrew’s eyelids fluttered, but the tent was still too dark for that to wake him as he tried - fairly uselessly - to continue turning over onto his other side. All he managed to do was push his face against Evan’s shoulder until he gave up. He huffed, breath warm against Evan’s skin.
He didn’t stay still for long, his foot flexing and curling, rubbing up against Evan’s calf until his sock slipped off, to get hopelessly lost in the bottom of the sleeping bag until they summoned it the next morning. He’d been wearing them in case his feet got cold, but with the two of them sharing body heat, it clearly hadn’t been necessary. “Don’t forget,” he mumbled, words barely intelligible with his face still pressed against Evan’s shoulder.
--
As Andrew moved, in what Evan could only presume was an effort to move through him, Evan brought up his hand, running the palm under Andrew’s shirt so it could rest on his ribs, against the bare skin. It seemed to slow the movement, even if it did still mean Andrew’s face got squished against Evan’s shoulder. He did move slightly to make sure Andrew didn’t suffocate or something, because that would be pretty unfortunate. “Elephants,” Evan repeated, smiling slightly at the conviction in Andrew’s tone. “I suppose they aren’t magic,” he agreed, pressing a soft kiss against Andrew’s forehead.
“I shan’t forget,” Evan promised with amusement. It wasn’t exactly the hardest of promises to keep, since Andrew was unlikely to remember he asked Evan to not forget and, perhaps more importantly, remember it himself. Or perhaps that was why Evan was meant to remember. He would, he was sure, if only because the conversation was delightfully ridiculous. “Did you know that elephants can smell water up to twelve miles away?” Evan asked, hand softly running up and down Andrew’s side. “That seems like magic,” because it did a little bit.
--
Andrew’s eyelids moved again, more slowly, as Evan’s fingers moved to touch the skin under his shirt. It caught his attention, pulling him a little closer to wakefulness as his hand moved between them, petting ineffectually at Evan’s hip from the wrong angle to gain any useful purchase. In his dream, he walked down a road towards a giant video screen that never seemed to get any closer. He could hear Evan, but not make out his words, and not see him either. He frowned.
“Why’re you hiding?” Was he supposed to go look for Evan? Or continue walking towards the screen? It was blank, but Andrew felt that if he deviated off the path, he would be late for something. “C’mere.” He didn’t want to be late, but he didn’t want to go without Evan either. He stopped walking. People passed him on either side, but no one seemed to be in a hurry.
--
Momentarily, Evan did consider questioning whether he was hiding. Especially since he didn’t feel like he was hiding. But then, Andrew was asleep, and Evan could very well be hiding in whatever dream he was having that involved non-magical elephants. Instead, Evan moved so Andrew’s hand could rest on his hip more comfortably, not stopping the way his own palm moved against Andrew’s skin. It was warm and made Evan happy. It almost made him forget the fucking crickets. Almost.
“I’m here,” Evan assured Andrew, pressing a kiss against his lips briefly, before letting the tip of his nose run against Andrew’s cheek. “For as long as you want me to be,” Evan added softly. It was, after all true. “Except for when I’m busy,” he said as a small correction, since it would be unfair to make promises he couldn’t make. Evan would mostly be there for as long as Andrew wanted him to be. But sometimes Evan had to go off and do other things. Not right now, though. Right now he was very happy to stay exactly where he was and attempt to understand and converse with Andrew’s sleepy babble.
--
Andrew turned his head, in his dream and in reality, looking to either side for Evan but still not seeing him. The television screen had flickered to life, though it was only showing static. “‘Nvisible,” he objected. It wasn’t fair for Evan to be invisible. (How was Evan invisible, anyway?) Still, at least he was there, and Andrew’s hand tightened on his hip now that he could feel the curve of it under his fingers. He smiled as Evan kissed him, even as he wondered how Evan could be both beside him and in front of him.
“Issit a s’rprise?” he asked, his free hand gesturing at the blank wall of the tent. In his dream, he tried to walk faster, not wanting to be late to something Evan had organised just for him, but his feet felt strangely heavy.
--
The prospect of being invisible was somewhat exciting, even if Evan did realise he was most likely only invisible in Andrew’s dream. Except, of course, no one else was in the tent actually looking at Evan, so he could very well be invisible in real life, too. Wouldn’t visibility only really count if there would be someone to see you? “Still here, though,” Evan assured since he was, even if Andrew couldn’t see him, which was mainly down to the fact that Andrew’s eyes were still shut.
At the question, Evan gave a small laugh. “Only if it’s a good surprise,” he told Andrew. “Wouldn’t want to be associated with any bad surprises,” and really, Evan couldn’t quite predict what kind of surprises Andrew’s mind might be conjuring up for him. “What is it?” He asked curiously. “Are there any elephants?” There very well could be, just not ones in possession of magic.
--
“Yes,” Andrew agreed, because Evan was, indeed, still there. Andrew could feel him, and hear him, and even smell him. (If they’d kissed for longer, he could have added tasting Evan to his list as well.) “Don’t go.” As soon as he had the thought, the dream changed around him, the road and television screen replaced by a record shop. It took Andrew a moment to be sure he could still feel Evan at his side, but he was there, and then Andrew made a happy humming noise. He liked record shops, and immediately started looking through the merchandise.
If this was the surprise, it was definitely a good one. Not quite as good as rainbow marbles, though, since Andrew could come to a record shop on his own (and did, not infrequently). All of this thought process came out only as “marbles”. Wriggling in his sleep, Andrew opened up the space between them, his arm having to stretch uncomfortably now to reach Evan’s hip.
--
Evan was unsure whether it would have been more useful to actually know what Andrew was dreaming about. Not that it was possible, but even if it was, Evan wasn’t sure this conversation would make a great deal of sense then either. Dreams were odd that way, in that they seemed to make perfect sense when you were having them but not the moment you woke up (or presumably to the people who might interact with you whilst you were having them). When most Andrew offered as the word ‘marbles’ as he pulled back a bit, Evan gave a startlingly loud laugh in the silent surroundings (except for the fucking crickets that were still going).
“Oh, Andrew,” Evan said softly, pressing another kiss against his lips. “You’re going to have to wake up and tell me all about this dream,” he told Andrew, thought it was mostly a joke. Evan didn’t actually expect Andrew to wake up, since at least one of them should have been allowed to get some sleep. Still, it didn’t stop Evan from kissing Andrew again. Kisses didn’t mean you had to wake up.
--
It was the laugh, more than the kisses, that woke Andrew from his sleep. He groaned, disorientated by the darkness, and groggy. He tried to get his hands untangled to push Evan away, before realising that the soft pressure against his face was Evan’s lips. “Wha?” he asked, his mouth opening against Evan’s in his attempt to speak. He decidedly did not want to be awake - it was too dark, and too hot, and sleep was nice.
“Sssh,” he pleaded, though Evan’s kisses were far from loud and Andrew had no memory of the laugh that had actually roused him. Evan, fortunately, stopped kissing Andrew before Andrew felt the need to actually push him away. He blinked his eyes open, but it made little difference to how much he could see. The tent was darker than his room in Hogsmeade, or Evan’s in Godric’s Hollow. “S’just a squirrel,” he said, his barely-functioning mind reaching for anything that might reassure Evan about the total lack of dangerous predators in the United Kingdom and let them both go back to sleep.
--
Evan really hadn’t intended to actually wake Andrew, except perhaps he hadn’t been particularly careful not to either. He did pull back when he felt Andrew rousing and attempting to speak. “Sorry,” Evan offered since he was. If there was anyone who understood the absolute enjoyment of sleep, it was Evan. He didn’t want to be the cause of taking that away from Andrew but, well, also, Evan couldn’t sleep and that was definitely Andrew’s fault because he had been the one to suggest they sleep outside. Where the crickets were. And the bears.
As if reading Evan’s mind, Andrew sleepily told him it was only a squirrel and Evan frowned suspiciously. “I’m sure a hungry squirrel could chew someone’s face off,” he told Andrew. “And frankly, as much as you are adorable and warm and I kind of love you, your face is getting sacrificed well before mine,” Evan said determinedly because, well, that was true. Mostly. Evan would probably fight the squirrel. Or well, almost definitely. “I suppose I might try to stop it first, though,” he added thoughtfully. “Unless it’s super determined. I’m not sure I could stop it then.”
--
“Only kind of?” Andrew asked, curling into Evan’s warmth, in no hurry to move away now that he was awake to know better. The idea of Evan loving him had ceased to be some terrifying, guilt-inducing spectre, and the fact that he was too sleepy to think too hard definitely helped. He rubbed his cheek against Evan’s, murmuring incoherently about faces. “S’nice,” he managed. He didn’t want Evan’s face to be chewed off. “H’n’some.”
He wrapped an arm around Evan’s waist, feeling more awake, though he really didn’t want to be. He tucked his face against the side of Evan’s neck, closing his eyes and trying to revert to a state of sleepiness. “Why are you awake?” he asked quietly, his brain belatedly catching on to the fact that it was not yet morning, and that Evan was rarely the first of the two of them to wake up.
--
“Enough to attempt to fight off a face-chewing squirrel for you,” Evan told Andrew seriously. There wasn’t really a practical way to quantify love, at least not one that Evan was aware of. But there were things that Evan would do for Andrew that went beyond just being a nice person, and those were the things Evan presumed fell into the category of being done ‘for love’ (out of love?). Saving Andrew’s face from an angry squirrel, or at least attempting to, was definitely one of them. “Yes,” Evan agreed, a small smile appearing on his lips. “Your face is very nice and handsome,” he told Andrew since it was true. To go along with his words, Evan pressed a soft kiss against Andrew’s cheekbone. It really was a very handsome face, it would be a very sad day when a squirrel chewed it off.
Evan moved with Andrew, shifting to he could make it easier for Andrew to press his face against Evan’s neck. It felt rather nice. “I don’t like the outside,” Evan told Andrew when he questioned Evan’s awake state. “The crickets are really loud and everything smells so... fresh,” Evan said pulling a face. “You’re like the only nice thing here and you’re not even awake. Though, your sleep-talking is quite amusing,” because it was.
--
Andrew hummed into Evan’s skin, taking the words as a compliment. He lifted a hand up, trying to cradle Evan’s jaw but mostly curling his fingers against Evan’s cheek. It would do. It was Evan’s face that was nice and handsome, but Andrew’s unfocused attempts to kiss it did relatively little to make that clear, as he couldn’t quite bring himself to lift his head from Evan’s shoulder.
Though he’d hardly noticed the crickets, and was in no state to do so right then, Andrew wouldn’t have minded if he had. He liked the unusual noise, the feeling of being outside with Evan. “Mm awake,” he said, though he barely was. He could probably be asleep again in less than five minutes, if he stopped trying to talk. But Evan was awake, and Evan loved sleep. Andrew petted down his side slowly, until his hand rested on Evan’s arse. “Can help,” he said, attempting to smirk.
--
Evan wasn’t too convinced that he’d describe Andrew’s current state as ‘awake’ but it probably was more awake than he had been moments ago, telling Evan about elephants and marbles and making very little sense. But then Andrew’s hand was shifting downwards Evan’s body, finally stopping once it was successfully on Evan’s arse, and Evan automatically moved his hips into Andrew. At the suggestion of help, Evan gave a small laugh. “What are you going to do?” He asked curiously. “Fuck me into forgetting the noise and the fresh air?” Evan teased slightly, but let his own hands move against Andrew in a way that indicated that he wasn’t exactly objecting to the prospect.
Finding Andrew’s lips, and it was a bit of a mission with the way Andrew’s face was tucked against Evan’s shoulder, he pressed a kiss against them. “I suppose,” Evan said sounding far more thoughtful about the situation than he actually was. “I might be willing to accept such help,” he told Andrew with a soft smile. “If you’re sure it wouldn’t be too challenging,” he added teasingly.
--
Evan’s hands on him would definitely be worth waking up for, and Andrew’s noise of appreciation for the press of Evan’s hips was immediate. “Mmhmm,” he affirmed, because that - or something like it - was more or less his plan. “Orgasms make you sleepy.” This was, Andrew was pretty sure, accepted wisdom, though he hadn’t particularly noticed it being true for Evan specifically.
Andrew sighed into the kiss, pulling Evan closer as his body responded. He felt more alert, more aware, but still relaxed. He rocked slowly against Evan, hands moving to pull Evan’s shirt up and off - only briefly getting Evan’s arms tangled in the sleeves. Evan’s skin was warm as Andrew’s hands stroked over it and he had to wonder why on earth they had clothes on in the first place.
--
Orgasms did make people sleepy, there was science behind it and everything. Which Evan would have considered explaining, had he not both agreed with the statement and been rather preoccupied with the way Andrew was peeling off his clothes. The prospect of being naked and touched was a lot more appealing than explaining hormonal changes caused by sexual release. Evan laughed slightly when Andrew’s efforts at removing Evan’s shirt were met with Evan becoming briefly trapped in his shirt. Evan, too, wondered why they hadn’t just slept naked, but mostly wrote it down on the presumption that they would be chilly. This had proved rather not to be the case.
Due to being a lot more awake, Evan was more successful at removing Andrew’s shirt, no arms getting trapped in shirt sleeves. As his hands moved down to push Andrew’s trousers off, Evan cupped Andrew’s buttocks, pulling his body closer, rubbing his quickly hardening cock against Andrew’s. “Camping just became a lot more exciting,” he told Andrew with his breath catching only slightly. “Did we bring lube?” Evan wondered tilting his head back slightly as if it would magically appear next to him. Seeing how they were surrounded by pitch black darkness, it was unlikely that Evan was going to find any even if they had brought some. Unless Andrew’s sleepy self was particularly good at locating things in the dark that weren’t Evan.
--
Andrew shivered as Evan helped him get their clothes off, but it wasn’t from cold. He kissed Evan, proving himself much more alert as he nipped playfully at Evan’s lower lip. “Of course we did.” Or at least, Andrew had. “You want to fuck me?” He grinned against the corner of Evan’s mouth. He’d been thinking of something less involved, but he wasn’t going to argue. Not if Evan was willing to do most of the work, anyway. He had no idea where in the small, dark tent the lube was currently located. Or his wand. Or Evan’s wand. (He was, he realised, spectacularly unprepared to defend Evan against a bear, if one presented itself.)
He pushed his trousers down his legs, wriggling closer to Evan once he was free of them. “Accio?” he murmured, hopefully. Now that Evan had suggested it, Andrew’s mind was full of images that he very much wanted to make reality.
--
“Always,” Evan replied almost instantly to Andrew’s question. It wasn’t even a lie, the idea of fucking Andrew was always an appealing one. It reminded Evan of the conversation he wanted to have with Andrew that sort of involved that (well, technically it involved a lot of that), but he was far too distracted to consider bringing it up now. Not when there was blind nakedness to investigate and enjoy. At Andrew’s suggestion of an Accio spell, Evan gave a sigh that was equal amounts of irritation and hardship, because he, too, had no idea where his wand was.
Shifting slightly, and it really was only slightly, since Evan rather enjoyed the way his hands kept pulling Andrew closer and his hips kept rocking against Andrew’s, Evan squinted into the darkness. Concentrating on wandless magic was exceptionally hard when one wasn’t naked and otherwise occupied, so this was rather difficult. “Accio lube,” Evan muttered and was rewarded with some rustling and then the bottle smacking him straight in the face. “Ow, fuck,” Evan swore, one hand letting go of Andrew so it could come up to rub Evan’s nose. There was a wetness against Evan’s fingers that he firstly assumed to be the lube, before a sudden pang of pain informed him that there was a great chance it wasn’t. “Shit! Ugh, Andrew, I think I might be bleeding.” Camping was literally the worst.
--
Andrew did smirk at that, pleased at the confirmation that Evan thought of him that way often. (It was far from the first time Evan had said so, but hearing it was never going to be a bad thing.) His smirk didn’t last long, not when Evan was suddenly swearing and letting go of him. Andrew pushed himself up, the sleeping bag pooling around his hips as he tried to reach for Evan. “Shit. What happened?” He didn’t feel tired at all now.
Once he found the hand not rubbing Evan’s face, Andrew gripped it hard. “Fuck,” he muttered, because he still didn’t know where his wand was, and it was dark. “We need light. I can’t see if there’s no light.” Was his wand in his jeans? He honestly couldn’t remember, and even if he’d been able to he didn’t know where they were. His free hand groped about until it encountered shoes, and then - finally - denim. He pulled the jeans into his lap and was relieved to feel the solid shape of a wand tangled in them. He barely had to put his hand on it to realise it wasn’t his. It felt wrong, like a magnet pushing his fingers away.
He gripped it resolutely, pulling it forth and muttering ‘lumos’. Nothing happened. “Fuck’s sake!”
--
Evan was pretty sure his nose wasn’t broken. That was about as much self-diagnosis he could run in the dark. It didn’t feel broken, just... bloody and sore. Evan had managed to find his (or maybe Andrew’s) shirt, pushing it against his face in the assumption that at least it would mean that the whole tent didn’t become covered in Evan’s blood like some sort of a shitty horror film massacre (that happened at a camp, whilst camping). “Bears can smell blood,” Evan informed Andrew, except due to the shirt being pressed against his face it mostly came out as ‘ears melling ud’. It didn’t make it any less true.
“Are you failing to magic?” Evan asked, presuming rather than being able to see what was going on. He blindly reached out, hoping not to like poke Andrew’s eye out as he tried to seek his hand. The moment Evan’s fingers touched the wand in Andrew’s hands, Evan knew why it wasn’t working, since the wand was his rather than Andrew’s. Taking it, Evan gave a somewhat mispronounced ‘lumos’ spell, watching as the tent lit up. “Tell me I’m still beautiful,” Evan told Andrew, moving the shirt away so Andrew could assess the damage.
--
Not at all sure what ‘ears melling ud’ was supposed to mean, Andrew ignored it in favour of trying several more times to get Evan’s wand to behave. It refused to work, and Evan saved him from breaking the damn stick in frustration by taking it out of his hands. “Shut up,” he muttered, “your wand’s angry at me.” That had been very much what it felt like, which seemed grossly unfair when Andrew was only trying to help.
Once he could actually see to move, Andrew shuffled closer, running his hands up Evan’s arms and stopping at his jaw, turning his head one way and another, trying to establish where exactly the blood was coming from. “Does it hurt?” he asked. He didn’t want to touch Evan if it was going to make it worse. He snorted at Evan’s question, remembering that when Evan had broken his nose that had been one of his first concerns as well. “Gorgeous,” Andrew said, without hesitation. “A bit like that squirrel tried to chew your face off after all, though. Can you cast a cleaning charm?”
--
“Silly,” Evan said mostly to the wand than to Andrew. If Evan hadn’t been bleeding, he might have thought a little bit more about the reasons for why his wand seemed so set on not working for Andrew. It wasn’t that Evan had a great deal of experience of using other people’s wands, but he had certainly used Daisy’s before and that had felt almost as natural as his own. It was a bit odd that Evan’s wand didn’t seem to let Andrew use magic at all. “Not angry,” Evan corrected amusedly. “Probably just hates camping,” he told Andrew but decided against grinning along with the words since any attempts at a smile currently hurt.
The frown he gave Andrew at his question was slightly less painful than the attempt at smiling. “No, it feels great,” he commented sarcastically before poking Andrew in the shoulder. Evan did manage to cast a cleaning charm, turning his face in Andrew’s hands so he could inspect whatever damage there was easier. The bleeding felt like it had stopped, but Evan did also cast a minor healing charm, which seemed to at least somewhat ease the soreness. “It’ll be fun, Evan! There’ll be marshmallows, Evan! And fire! You like fire!” Evan mocked experimentally scrunching his nose up. Definitely not broken. “I should’ve set you on fire,” Evan told Andrew but it was said in exactly the same tone Evan told Andrew he loved him, so it was highly unlikely to be a genuine threat.
--
Andrew guided Evan’s hand closer to his face, so Andrew could use the brighter light from his wand to examine him for damage. No more blood emerged after the cleaning and healing charms, which was reassuring. Andrew feathered his fingers softly across Evan’s cheekbones, watching to make sure Evan didn’t wince before he leaned in and pressed a kiss against his skin. “The bleeding seems to have stopped,” he said. “Do you want to go to St Mungo’s? Or just home?” Andrew briefly had a vision - however inaccurate - of taking a bloodied Evan home to Lily and being roundly hexed.
“You do like fire,” he said back, but his tone was equal parts contrite and teasing. Obviously, Andrew had wanted Evan to have a good time. He wouldn’t have brought him if he’d thought Evan was going to be injured. “And there were marshmallows.” His eyes kept moving over Evan’s face, watching for more blood, or signs of pain. “Are you okay?”
--
Evan hadn’t quite realised that bleeding would equate being allowed to cut the camping trip short and go home (where there were no crickets and potential death by bear). “Oh,” Evan offered, before giving a small shrug. “Neither?” He asked as if unsure of whether that was an option. As much as Evan really wasn’t a fan of this whole camping thing, especially now that his face was sore, he didn’t want to let Andrew down. There had been marshmallows and fire and Evan really hadn’t minded any of that, until it had come to them attempting to sleep and Evan failing miserably. “I’m sorry for being rubbish at camping,” Evan said slowly, genuinely meaning the apology. He had warned Andrew that he probably wouldn’t like it before they had come, but it still felt like Evan was disappointing him.
“I liked the marshmallows and the fire,” Evan told Andrew honestly. “And I liked your excellent and naked attempts at distracting me from maybe being eaten by a bear,” he added with a small smile, which now that Evan wasn’t bleeding anymore seemed to be easier to manage. “Maybe if you could find your wand and cast a proper healing charm on me, we could go back to the sex thing?” Evan asked before reaching to pick up the offending bottle that had been responsible for this delightful interlude in the first place. “I mean, I did find the lube,” Evan said with a small laugh.
--
“No?” Andrew liked camping, but if he’d suddenly started bleeding, even he might want to go home. True, the bleeding seemed to have stopped, but it still didn’t seem likely to be very comfortable. “You’re not rubbish at camping,” Andrew insisted, vehemently. “You were great with the marshmallows, and getting the tent up.” Evan really had been, his magical abilities being more varied than Andrew’s were. “And,” Andrew added, smirking as Evan held up the bottle, “you found the lube.” He leaned in, nuzzled Evan’s jaw carefully before he pulled back.
Crawling out of the sleeping bag (which, hopefully, had the added benefit of more excellent-and-naked distractions from bears), Andrew scanned the tent for his own jeans. It was a lot easier now there was actually light to see with. Wand safely in hand, he scrabbled back towards Evan, practically straddling him as he tried to get close enough to his face. “Are you sure you want me to do this?” On the whole, Andrew thought Evan was probably better at magic, so he wasn’t really sure why Evan was asking him to do anything.
--
It was true, Evan had been pretty good at marshmallows and setting up the tent. Even if he had burned some of the marshmallows a bit too much, but that was mostly Andrew’s fault anyway, because Evan shouldn’t be trusted with things that required being pushed into a fire. Still, it did make Evan smile when Andrew assured him he wasn’t awful at camping (even if it was clearly a lie). And he had found the lube. It hadn’t gone perfectly but in the most technical terms, Evan had succeeded in the efforts of locating the lube. Even though at this point it obviously would’ve been easier to blindly search for it in the darkness.
Whilst most of Evan’s arousal had disappeared rather quickly along with the blood flowing out of his nose, Andrew’s bare arse going up in the air when he went to locate his own wand certainly was correcting that particular problem. As Andrew returned, pretty much crawling on top of Evan, Evan’s hands found their way to Andrew’s hips, pulling him in closer so Andrew would be more in his lap than not. “Just cast a simple healing charm,” Evan told him. “I’m sure you can manage it. There’s high rewards if you do,” he promised with a chaste kiss against Andrew’s lips. Evan’s hands, though, were a lot less chaste as they moved down to Andrew’s arse, and index finger slipping between his buttocks with rather well practised ease.
--
Smiling, Andrew allowed himself to be pulled into Evan’s lap, ducking his head to suck a kiss at the crux of neck and shoulder. He settled back on his haunches after a very brief moment, needing to get Evan healed up before they could begin. Apparently, Evan didn’t agree because he chose that moment to go roaming across Andrew’s arse, sending heat flooding south with Andrew’s blood. “Stay still,” he hissed, amused but also serious. “You don’t want me distracted while I’m healing you, do you?” Even if Evan stayed completely still, it was hard not to be a little distracted.
After his brief encounter with Evan’s wand, his own felt blessedly comfortable in Andrew’s hand. Focusing intently on Evan’s face, Andrew cast a simple healing charm, as instructed. There was no visible change, even when Andrew leaned close, breath ghosting over Evan’s lips. “Did that help?” he asked, determined not to get carried away until he was sure Evan was in no physical discomfort. If Evan’s answer was to claim Andrew’s lips and pull him closer, distracting him thoroughly, that was fine.