*Inspired by plotting...of the Loren and Gene variety.
*Note: Takes place in their 6th year.
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That damn brunette was staring at him. Again.
Perhaps it was inconvenient that the Raveclaw and Slytherin tables in the Great Hall were next to each other. Perhaps fate was just trying to tempt him with the transfer student from Durmstrang, sitting across from where Gene could see his facial expressions.
Watching. Waiting. (Alluring. Hungry for--)
He unconsciously shivered as he watched Loren smile and lick the creme right off his puff pastry dessert. Hazel eyes met blue. Two could play at that game. Gene licked his lips without thinking, smiling coyly at the brunette. Loren froze and blushed, glaring down at his plate. Had that been confusion Gene saw on the other male's face? Quickly, he glanced several seats to his left, where Elliott was sitting.
Had she seen that?
...Ah, no. (Thank goodness.) She was engaged in some conversation with another Slytherin. Good. It wouldn't do to have her see him acting like this towards someone she was friendly with. Especially not now.
He could see it in the blue eyes. Loren was interested in him...but he didn't know what to do with it. Gene thought it was both hilarious and so very sweet. Loren was straight. That much was clear when the Slytherin saw him give Elliott a good once-over. In fact, Elliott had been very smug about that towards Gene for days. Gene knew Loren gave other girls those flirty looks too. Yes, the bloke was straight...
Or so Gene had thought at first.
If Loren was straight, then why had his gaze followed Gene whenever they were in the same vicinity? Why did he look so confused, yet so alluring whenever they caught each other's eye? Why the bloody hell was he staring at Gene and not Elliott?
(But Gene didn't mind the attention. Why would he, when the one giving him attention was pretty attractive himself?)
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Gene stared at Loren with an amused look on his face as he felt his wrist being held firmly in Loren grip. They were outside on the grounds, under the shade of a tree away from the other students. Loren had caught Gene eying Jacki the redhead (What could he say? The bird was cute!) and angrily stalked over to pull Gene away from her.
Needless to say, it certainly made Gene aroused when he realized they were going to speak. Alone. Loren was giving him a 'don't you dare laugh, you ponce' look with his baby blue eyes. Try as he might, Gene didn't think Loren was really putting any effort into it.
"Look, I thought you were..." Loren trailed off, looking at a spot next to the the blond's ear. Gene watched him fumble with his words and smiled. He was nervous. How cute.
"Thought I was what? A pouf? A fairy?" Gene finished. Loren eyes widened. He dropped his gaze and sighed. Nodded as he leaned back against the tree.
Gene's smile grew coy (almost teasing). "You're wrong. I do like girls..." He took a step forward. Slowly now...
Loren looked back up at him, confusion and anger in his eyes. "Then why do you look at me like that?! Every bloody time I see you, you just...look at me! Like right now--"
Gene rolled his eyes and took half-a-step closer. "Prat. You're the one who kept staring at me. Face it. You started it. I simply...encouraged it." He quickly cut him off with an exasperated look. "As I was saying, I do like girls. Adore them even."
"Then why--"
Another half-a-step. Loren stopped and stared. Gene smirked at their close proximity. Their chests brushed, and Gene can see just how blue his eyes are. Loren was still holding Gene's wrist in his hand, though the grip was slack by now. Gene took advantage of this by sliding that hand up Loren's arm to rest on the base of his neck. The pulse under his thumb was beating erratically.
Good.
"Because..." Gene leaned towards Loren's face, lips barely grazing lips before moving towards his ear. The blond was practically pressing himself against the Ravenclaw, feeling every shift of his muscles, and the sharp intake of breath Loren took.
"Men really turn me on too. Men...like you." He purred softly.
(Gene felt that shiver. Good.)
He pulled away from Loren completely, smiling, and headed back to the castle. He didn't need to see if the brunette was still watching him or not.
Gene was certain Loren would come to him.
-The End-
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