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Greg Goyle (a_reticent_git) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-09-19 18:34:00

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gregory goyle, theodore nott

Who: Greg Goyle and Theo Nott
When: September 19th. Just at curfew time
Where: Prefect Bathroom
What: Greg wants Theo to have a nice long soak
Rating:Could get nasty fast so NC-17 just to be safe
Status: Incomplete/Closed

Since he'd brought Theo home, Greg had been toying with the idea of sneaking into the Prefect's bathroom. Theo needed some tender care, and Greg thought Theo should have a chance to have a luxurious bathe and soak in the best tub he'd ever seen. He had opted not to get Snape's permission, thinking that the boss man would understand that it was really for Theo's continued health. Instead, Greg had tried to think of a legitimate way he could get access to that illusive abode; it had turned his attentions to Filtch. He had actually offered to lend a hand to Filtch with some of the heavier jobs inside of the school as a way to butter up the caretaker. Filtch hadn't been too keen on getting help from Greg, but after one huge mess left in one of the Boys' bathrooms (Greg had heard it was done by the Gryffindors which had frosted him), he and Filtch had "bonded" over the clean up, which meant Filtch lamented and complained while Greg did the heavy cleaning. That had been the first time he'd lent the older man a hand; the next time he'd helped Filtch, Filtch had given Greg the key to use to go and see the inside of the Prefect Bathroom. One look and Greg had decided he'd have to get Theo in there.

It was late that Sunday evening, getting closer to curfew, and Greg thought it would be the ideal time to make an attempt. Armed with a copy of the key he'd made (he was no idiot!), Greg moved to the chair Theo was curled up on. He leaned over the distracted man-boy and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"Come on Theo. It's time. Remember? I want us to go have a bathe."

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a_reticent_git
2010-10-12 05:52 pm UTC (link)

The brief reprieve did much to help Greg clear his head. He emerged from the water and rubbed his hands across his head as he stood waist deep in the bubbly water. He had to get things on check, in perspective, he realized and a pang of doubt flickered through his mind.

What if he never wants to fuck me? he thought to himself as he gazed across the expansive pool at a huddling Theo, what if this is as good as it gets? he asked himself as he dropped into the water, trying to wash away some of his worry. Greg re-emerged and stood again, wiping the bubbles from his face.

I'd love him anyhow, came the realization, and Greg began to walk through the water towards Theo, tired of even trying to do more today.

"Hey Theo. You want to go home now?" He said as he approached, only partially resolved about his sexual disappointments but ready emotionally to handle it. He lowered himself and stopped about arms length away from Theo before speaking again, "Theo? Do you want to go?" And after a long pause, Greg asked again quietly, "Theo, do you want me? I mean do you love me?". It was coming from a place of despair for Greg; if Theo didn't love him, he wouldn't stop doing what he was doing. But it would make him feel that much better, give him hope, if Theo at least cared.

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booksmart_devil
2010-10-12 08:53 pm UTC (link)

Theo lifted a hand to rub at his nose, blinked as the motion flung water up against his face and watched quietly as Greg looked back at him. His mind was like an object hidden under a shallow pool, his sanity just light filtered through the surface of the water that sometimes skittered over the object; the only way he was going to get any better would be for that light to shine over him a little more, and being with Greg was doing that.

It was probably a good thing that he wasn't aware enough yet to properly translate Greg's behaviour as the brief lapse of faith that Greg had because it might have extinguished that light for a good while, if not forever.

He perked up a little as Greg made his way back, an anxious look on his face that flitted away and he nodded to Greg's question; as nice as the warm bath was, being out of Greg's head like this grated on his nerves a little. He reached for Greg but his arms dropped as Greg came no closer, chewing at his lip at the next question because he couldn't make it fit around into something he could comprehend.

The next question was even less understandable to him and he licked at his sore lip before attempting an answer. "You're wonderful, a warmth, you feel nothing like searching stealing hands sliding in under sheets, no, you, you're big, big hands, big heart, warm and, and no classmates, no sharp glass pieces inside cutting and p-piercing-" he swallowed those words and carried on a little frantically. "No, nothing like them, like that, you're like, like flying, you swoop, soar on wings, and I, I the stone, an anchor... holding down, break those wings, in the way of the bird broom, no more wonderful flying and, and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He whimpered this now, tearful but determined to say his peace, to try and tell Greg how he felt even through the Kandinsky painting that was his head. "I'm so sorry, Greg, but you're those gentle hands, gently bend, warm and over all and, and-" he reached out, leant out to rub his thumb at Greg's cheek, just about reaching with his bony arm all stretched out. "and Greg."

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