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Nigel Wright Gryffindor - 1984 Gypsy and Deviant Forever at a PriceMinor Earth, Major Sky
There was a sort of thrill Nigel got when flirting with danger, and provoking Slytherins fell into that category, especially with Finley Burke, who made him a little uneasy at any time. Of course, it was difficult to balance the hint of danger with the fear of pain, which could be a consequence of danger, and Nigel was having a terrible feeling that he might have gone a bit too far. Being hauled into a locker room by his shirt was slightly undignified, and he couldn’t help the thought that his shirt was probably being wrinkled beyond repair. He’d have to relegate it to the ‘Will pile’ in his trunk. What an absurd thing to be worrying about when he was about to be broken… and Nigel had no doubt that he was about to be broken. He was small and well, he supposed ‘delicate’ would be the word, though he wouldn’t really describe himself as such, and he was easily broken… especially by Neanderthal Slytherins who resorted to violence at the tiniest provocation.
His back hit the wall just inside the locker room door, driving most of the breath from him, and his hands went up in an attempt to fend off blows to his vital organs. Instead of fists, though, the other boy came at him with his whole body, which was somewhat alarming. He didn’t think he had been that close to another male since he was a child being held by his father, unless it was maybe the odd very occasional hug from his brother, and neither of those situations were anything like this. Otherwise, Nigel would have had many, many more problems than he already had. Though, he was developing more and more, it seemed. His eyes had closed in anticipation of pain when he saw the other boy coming at him, but they opened in shock when he felt himself being kissed. Of all the things he was expecting, that was not it.
Oh, God, what was he supposed to do? He was smashed between the wall and Burke, pressed up against him quite snugly, and he had another man’s tongue in his mouth. If he was being honest, he had entertained the odd notion about men before, but then he met Emma, and he figured it was pretty clear that he was straight. He had a lot of sex with Emma. Oh, God, Emma. He was dating Emma, and having some kind of torrid rendezvous with a man in a locker room… he was definitely the most horrible boyfriend ever in the world. “Mmmph,” he said, which was about all he could say in his currant position. It should have been a protest, but it wasn’t. The guilty side of his brain was flashing ‘Emma!’ in neon lights, trying to remind him that he should have been struggling more and punching and kicking and maybe biting the tongue that was Frenching him. It was much too late for that, though. His ‘Mmmph’ was more of a half-moan, like a blushing damsel in a harlequin romance novel, a fact that would bother him later when he wasn’t so occupied.
The hands that had come up to protect his chest had slid around to clutch at Burke’s shoulders, and he found himself impressed by the planes and angles of the body crushed against his. It was a completely new sensation, and he had the passing thought that this must be what Emma felt like when they did it against the wall. Oh, shit, Emma. Nigel definitely had to stop enjoying this so much, and he definitely needed to push the other boy away, and he should probably breathe before he suffocated. Finally, it could have been seconds or minutes or hours later, but he managed to pry his mouth away from Burke’s in order to take a deep breath and stutter, “Wh—what are you doing?” even though he was fully aware of what he was doing, and “We can’t…” even though they most certainly could and were, and “I’m not—I’m not…”, which would presumably be followed by ‘gay’, even though it looked like he very well may have been wrong about that. It didn’t really matter. He was pretty much utterly fucked, regardless of what either of them said.
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