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Heâd wished for moments like these. Like everything that had happened that morning. There they were, completely enamored with one another and in a way Isaac hadnât quite understood but savored and needed. The way Apollo was treating him, speaking to him, it was more than he could have ever dreamed for. The care he took in dressing him did something to Isaac. His chest swelled and that little four letter word was begging to be uttered but Isaac simply let the moment be. His teeth digging in against his lower lip hearing Apollo tell him he was beautiful. Heâd never understand just how truly touching that was. How badly it needed to be heard. âSo are ya.â He spoke back, wanting Apollo to feel as good as he had. His fingers lightly danced against the back of the otherâs neck as they kissed. Isaac lingering against his lips as heâd asked his next question.Â
âOâ course I will.â He spoke, pressing another kiss to the other before heâd pulled away from him. Being out of those arms stung. Though itâd be quick it was frightening and enlightening just how much Isaac had come to depend on the man standing just a few feet from him. His hands followed the same path over his clothing as Apollo had done in selecting his shirt. There was one heâd thought would look amazing on that man. That olive skin needed something soft to let it shine. The shirt was damn near jumping off the hanger by the time heâd picked it up. The cotton settled against his fingers and he knew heâd have to do away with the pattern but the color was perfect.Â
Isaac sauntered back over towards his boyfriend and swung the shirt over his shoulder before heâd taken to stripping down the other. The shirt came off first. The scent of Apollo enveloping his every sense and he had to focus himself on the task at hand. âJusâ need ta geâ rid oâ these.â He smiled, his fingers making light work of the button and zipper. The pants were down and around his ankles before either of them knew it. Everything felt so delayed in Isaacâs head but he knew he was okay. If Apollo was with him heâd be more than okay. One kiss pressed above the Lionâs navel and then another in center of his chest and then the softest spot on his neck. âThaâs better.â
Isaac tugged the material up one arm and then the other. He left the shirt hang open just a moment, admiring the way the fabric of his shirt hugged at his boyfriendâs body. A wiggle of his fingers and the gold embellishments disappeared and the fabric stretched itself to the correct size of Apolloâs arms and chest. Heâd never get over just how filled out this man was and he didnât mind that sometimes his shirts didnât fit the same after heâd borrowed them but knowing Apollo had been in it, his scent still on it made up for a lot more than just having to buy another shirt. That sly smile hung on his lips as he moved in closer, buttoning the shirt from the bottom to the second to last top. Those beautiful green pools were looking back into his own and Isaac swore he felt faint for just a moment. This feeling that was coursing through him and seemingly through the pair was overpowering in the best ways possible. If this was what he had to look forward to for the rest of his life then the Slytherin was all in. He was all in anyway but this was just the sugar coating top.
âIâs sinful how good ya looâ even iâ my clothes.â Isaac leaned in and pressed a soft kiss the corner of his Lionâs mouth. The kiss was short lived as he turned back towards the same drawer Apollo had pulled his pants from. He thumbed through quickly until heâd found a faded grey pair that would match perfectly. One leg in and then the other. Isaac stood once again and leaned forward into Apollo. His breath was soft on the otherâs brow and his lips kissed softly on each of his eye brows as he managed to get the button pulled over and the zipper tugged tight. Isaac pulled back with a smile on his face and he let himself just admire Apollo as he tucked in the end of the shirt all the way around his waist. âI thinâ Iâve goâ quite a looâer oâ my hanâs. Whatcha say âbouâ thaâ?â Isaac admired how good Apollo looked and sighed softly to himself.Â
The Slytherin ran his fingers through his ringlet curls and stretched outward. Small pops running along his back as he exhaled and pressed himself back against Apolloâs frame. Isaacâs fingers lightly drug back and forth along the back of his loveâs neck and he nuzzled their noses together. âWhere were ya wanâinâ ta go?â He whispered, squeezing lightly on the back of his neck as he nuzzled into the other. Apollo usually didnât let this go on so long but Isaac was bound and determined to eat up every second of it while he still had the chance. He knew once they left this room heâd have to behave himself. And he would. A little less than he normally would have but he was allowed. He was giving himself permission to have that. After all, how was one supposed to act when it felt like everything theyâd been wishing for was finally at the finger tips. âAnâ I was serious âbouâ the food. âm still starvinâ.â He breathed out with a small chuckle. Isaac finally pressing a soft kiss against the otherâs lips before he pulled away to look at him.
Whatever was going on, Isaac didnât want it to stop. The way Apollo had been looking at him ever since last night. Even when he was less that palatable just a short while ago. Looking at this man this morning was more than he could have asked for. And perhaps he was getting ahead of himself but it all felt so good. Inhumanly good but he wasnât going to leave go of it until he absolutely had to. Not to mention the extra attention was incredibly welcomed. âLeâs geâ goinâ so I caâ geâ ya back heâe anâ all ta myself again.â He teased, letting his hand come from Apolloâs back onto his chest. Isaac smoothed the fabric over and stepped backward, grabbing their shoes placing them for Apollo to step right in to. His went on near effortlessly and he was right back at the Lionâs side. âA little coloâ oâ ya looâs nice by the way.â
It was hard to focus with Isaacâs hands on his body and lips peppering kisses to his skin. He inhaled his scent and was comforted by the general closeness of the other. This whole day with Isaac truly showed Apollo what he had been missing this whole time. He had spent months keeping the other man at armâs length and fighting a relationship with him because he was scared of his father. And now that he had found the strength to let go of that and just embrace being with the Australian. It felt good. It felt good to be like this with Isaac. It was also kind of funny how an act like dressing him felt far more intimate than rolling around on the sheets naked with him.Â
He took a step back from Isaac and turned to the mirror. His eyes scanned over the clothes and he reached up with his hand and played with the collar of the shirt. Apollo liked Isaacâs clothes when they were on him. His clothes ranged from tame to flamboyant. Colors and patterns that screamed look at me. At first, it intimidated Apollo because the man was used to wearing muted, dark clothes all of the time. But he soon came to love the flare of pop Isaacâs clothes had. Yet still, as he looked in the mirror, he was still thankful that Isaac hadnât picked something out that drew attention to Apollo. Actually...he rather enjoyed the way the salmon colored shirt stood out against his olive skin.Â
Apollo returned to Isaac and tried to fight back the blush that spread across his cheeks at the compliments being thrown his way. It didnât help that Cassâ potion was still coursing through his body keeping his mind fuzzy and his anxiety far, far away. Isaacâs fingers trailed along the back of his neck and in response, Apollo wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close. âI like wearing your clothes,â He replied with a small smile. Wearing Isaacâs clothes always brought him back to the first night they met. âRemember when I took your jacket? In the maze?â He still had it hanging on in his closet and wore it often. There was a preservation smell on it so that it always smelled like Isaac. âItâs funny how far weâve come. It seems like itâs been years when really itâs just been a few months.â
Isaac reminded him of how hungry he was and Apollo smiled at the other and nodded. âI know, I know..â He mumbled as he stepped into the shoes Isaac had offered him. âThereâs a small italian restaurant just outside of University. How does that sound? Hmm?â Isaac nodded in agreement and Apollo wrapped his arms around the manâs waist, pulling him in close so he could apparate the two there. He focused on the restaurant's location, since he had never been there and couldnât focus on the actual building. And with a pop they appeared right before the doors.Â
His first genuine reaction was to immediately pull away from Isaac. He didnât want to and in the end, he didnât actually pull away but that underlying fear was still there. Cassâ potion gave him the courage to fight it back. They werenât technically on campus but still close enough that anyone could see them and recognize him. Apollo closed his eyes for half of a moment and inhaled slowly. His arms were still tightly wrapped around Isaacâs waist. This was their date. This was for them. This was for Isaac. And it was for him too.Â
Slow inhale.Â
Apollo unwrapped his arms around Isaacâs waist and instead slipped his hand into Isaacâs and laced their fingers.Â
Breathe out slowly.Â
He tugged Isaac towards the door of the restaurant and refused to let go of his hand as they stepped inside.Â
He found it funny actually that the world didnât explode into a trillion pieces because he was holding another manâs hand. He found it funny that his father didnât immediately pop out from behind the fake plant in the corner of the entrance and drag him away kicking and screaming. He found it funny that no one looked at them weird because they were two guys holding hands and entering a fancy restaurant. No one cared. No one batted an eye. When the hostess asked how many and Apollo replied two she didnât kick them out for being there together. All she did was seat them at a table in the middle of the room. And when he sat down on his chair, Apollo stretched his hand out across the table, palm up, and waited patiently for Isaac to hold his hand. Out in public. On top of the table. Just like that. âSooâŠâ He looked around the restaurant and then back at Isaac with a grin. âWhat do you think?â
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Whatever was going on that morning Isaac had decided to stop letting it feel like it was choking him. Whatever had caused his foul mood had been taken away by the man currently giving him more attention than he felt heâd had in a lifetime. At least this sort of attention. The kind he desperately wanted. And he was greedily drinking from the pot from which it came. That manâs lips on his body, the closeness they were giving one another ⊠it was everything Isaac had wanted since the first night they laid eyes on one another in the maze. It almost felt like a lifetime ago. The way Apollo looked at him now was nothing like how he looked at him then. In a way he hadnât realized just how big the steps were theyâd taken until it was right in front of him.
Isaac cradled the Lion against his chest and he couldnât help how much he agreed. They shouldnât leave the room today. A bit of Isaac was hesitant to be around other people after that episode. But no matter how he try and linger on the problem, actually figure out where he went wrong the more the fuzzy haze took him right back to where it was just he and Apollo. âWe donâ haâe ta go ouâ.â He assured him, knowing damn well it was the safest of all their options.
After Apollo had opened up to him about his parents his need of public displays felt ridiculous. While it would have been nice, all Isaac wanted was for the both of them to be comfortable. And no matter what year it was or the time they were living, it wasnât something that was so easily accepted. Especially to a family like Apollo belonged to. And though it hurt, Isaac could set aside his feelings for the time being. He had what was most important, Apollo Maddox. And it was quite clear from how tangled theyâd become in this bed that Apollo was at least in very good spirits about all of it. Thatâs more than enough.
âWh-whaâ?â Isaac asked stupidly. It was almost inconceivable the thought but he couldnât lie that his heart jumped at even the idea of them going out together. And that smile ⊠that damn smile grew and grew as Apollo spun an outing for the pair of them. Apolloâs fingers tangled in his hair was almost too damn perfect. It was sinful how much heâd come to love when the other would play with his hair the way he had. The Slytherinâs eyes fluttered shut and he leaned in against his Lion. It wasnât fair. Not fair in the least that he could turn Isaac into utter mush with just a touch or a look. That was how Isaac knew what he felt for Apollo was real. It was so real it was almost scary but he wasnât alone. Apollo was right there, quite literally hold onto him to keep him from floating away.
The feel of Apolloâs warm breath on his lips did something to him. He couldnât be sure if it was just the after effects or being with Apollo like this but he didnât want this to end. He wanted this feeling to keep growing, to keep being what it was for them. Isaac pressed a gentle kiss to Apolloâs lips while heâd taken to cupping his face. Their noses nudged into each other and he sighed ever so slightly. The Snake nodded his head slowly as he drew back to look at those beautiful eyes that seemed to hold him captive no matter what the circumstance. âLeâs do iâ.â The smile slowly spread and he leaned back in to place another soft kiss on the otherâs lips. âIâ thaâs whaâ ya wanna do then leâs.â His fingers gently drug down his cheek and his hand came to rest against the otherâs chest. âBuââŠâ The smile widened a bit. âI am actually still hungry so maybe the parâ abouâ the food may haâe ta change.â
Laying in bed all lazily in bed felt just as good as this suggested date but it was the sureness that his boyfriend had spoke with that had Isaac convinced this was the better of the two ideas. They had all the time in the world to lounge around. Going out into the world, the two of them and just being? Isaac couldnât think of another way heâd rather have spent his day. âCoâe oâ.â He whispered, slowly starting to untangle himself from Apollo. âIâll leâ ya pick whaâ I wear if ya liâe.â His body slowly slid along the sheets until he was near the edge of the bed, coaxing his Lion to move with him.
If he was pulled out of university because of this, it would be worth it. If his father locked him away and forced him to marry her because of this, it was worth it. If this led to him never seeing the light of day ever again, it was all worth it. To see the pure, undiluted happiness on Isaac's face at the idea of a public date with him was something he had never witnessed before. But after seeing it, Apollo knew he couldnât live without seeing it again. He had never made someone genuinely happy before. Not like this and it was a whole new experience. And he wanted more. He so desperately wanted more. Isaac shouldnât go a single day without that kind of smile on his face.Â
And this was a good thing. How could it not be? For once he didnât feel the pressure of being a Maddox. He didnât feel the need to be anyone but himself when he was here with Isaac. For once he was doing something he wanted and it was freeing. He couldnât dwell over the consequences of his actions. It would suffocate him if he did. All he needed was to look into Isaacâs eyes and smile back at him. So thatâs what he did.Â
He smiled and nodded his head at Isaacâs request. He would have done anything for that man at that very moment. Anything he wanted.Â
Isaac untangled himself from Apollo and moved off of the bed. It hurt to be separated from the other. Like half of himself was missing. He had almost wished they had decided to stay in bed all day so he didnât have to lose contact with his boyfriend. But Isaac stood at the end of the bed and coaxed Apollo towards him. Come on. Apollo grinned and nodded, scooting himself to the edge of the bed. He paused for half a moment, snickering at the idea of picking out Isaacâs outfit for the day. âWhat makes you think I wonât pick out the most ridiculous outfit you own?â He questioned with a raised eyebrow and his lips twisted into a teasing grin.Â
He moved towards Isaacâs closet, slowly, and carefully thumbed through the various shirts he had hanging. It had always been funny to him how opposite they were. Isaac wore bold colors and memorizing patterns. While Apollo had always stuck to dark clothing. He had never been fun or adventurous when it came to most things in his life. Clothing was no different. And while he had to admit it would have been fun to make Isaac wear something ridiculous, he settled on something quiet instead.Â
Apollo pulled out a white button up shirt from the closet. The fabric was soft in his hands as he took it off the hanger. He turned towards Isaac and reached out for his hand. He slid the shirt over his one arm and then did it again with the other. Slowly, he pulled the shirt together and buttoned it a little more than half up. Just enough that there was still a part of Isaacâs chest exposed. And then he leaned forward, placing a light kiss against his exposed skin because in all honesty, he just couldnât help himself. âYouâre beautiful,â He damn near whispered, more to himself than to Isaac. Sometimes it hurt to look at him and it was hard to believe that he loved Apollo.Â
Turning towards the dresser, Apollo pulled out a pair of plain black pants. He held them out, waiting patiently for Isaac to step one leg and then other into them. It was an intimate act, dressing Isaac like this. More intimate than having him naked, spread, and waiting for Apollo. He pulled the pants up and his fingers fumbled with the zipper and button. He reached back towards the dresser and grabbed a belt. Then went to work on looping it through his pants. âWhat do you think?â He asked as he clasped it tight. With his finger hanging from the belt, Apollo tugged Isaac forward and pressed their foreheads together. He leaned in and kissed the otherâs lower lip softly. âWanna dress me next?â
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He didnât know what Apollo was playing at but he also didnât want to question much more of what was going on. Isaac still felt incredibly out of sorts and so when the Lion had asked him to lay back and then helped him do it, Isaac went with it. He settled into his bed and watched that beautiful man crawling onto his lap. The warmth in his chest was still there at the sight and so he knew it was most likely the candies that was manipulating him. Heâd hated that heâd screwed up so badly but knowing it wasnât something much worse, that put his mind at near complete ease. He was still curious as to what this one was up to and especially after he was told to close his eyes.
But Isaac obliged and let his lids fall closed. His hands gently rubbed along the others thighs as he lay there anticipating whatever it was Apollo had up his sleeve next. Heâd been told he was loved and then provided breakfast like an actual couple. And, in his not so subtle way, Apollo had called the pair of them boyfriends. He wasnât quite sure how else this could possibly get better besides his mood but those thoughts were quickly dashed the moment heâd felt the other on his lips. Isaac didnât restrain himself when it came to this kiss. He needed it and was clear Apollo was set on giving it to him. Which he was more than alright with him. His hands gently squeezed the otherâs legs as their kiss grew more and more. It wasnât until then that heâd felt a tingle in his tongue and a funny taste flooded his mouth. And both only intensified when his Lion finally pulled back. With everything that had happened that day, he wasnât exactly sure if that was meant to happen or if it was from the candies. He didnât want this moment soured for any reason.
It didnât seem that were going to be the case. In fact, Isaac hadnât ever felt that way in that moment. Nothing like that at all.
âWow.â He barely breathed out, his eyes drifting across the ceiling as Apollo settled himself and this feeling took him over. Whatever anger and hate heâd felt in his being seemed to melt right off of him. The tightening in his gut all but untangled itself and he could comfortably lay there with Apollo in his arms. The confusion started to settle in and he couldnât come up with a reason for it. He could chalk most of that up to the candies if he really wanted to. All but the taste that came after heâd had them. It couldnât have been Apollo. Isaac knew all too well just the way that man tasted and that wasnât it. But he couldnât have predicted the candies coming out like they had today and so he wasnât sure if that wasnât an after effect or what it would be. Everything felt so right and so quickly. Just let it be, Isaac.Â
Instinctively his arms went to cradle the Lion and Isaac made sure that his finger tips were touching the manâs actual skin. âWe caâ.â He softly spoke, dragging his fingers lightly back and forth. Isaac finally tore his eyes from the ceiling when heâd realized it wasnât going away. It felt good. He felt good. Apollo felt good. How could he not sign on for all of this? Perhaps the candy had finally wore off and heâd really just felt this good. Maybe it was just a lot. A lot of change in such a short time and heâd been in a piss poor mood to start with. Maybe ⊠maybe this is what boyfriends actually felt like. Isaac had been with other people before and still hadnât managed to achieve this kind of feeling. And Apollo had turned out to be the most challenging relationship heâd ever experienced but the way it made him feel, there just wasnât anything like it. He wanted to question, wanted to pry but after everything, and Apollo staying, Isaac just wanted to be a regular couple. To just be them for a little bit.
âWe caâ always stay heâe wiâ each otha.â Isaac sighed softly, turning his face slowly to face his Lion. âYou neva haâe ta asâ foâ thaâ.â He whispered, pressing the softest of kisses between the otherâs eyes and heâd turned slightly to settle into their new position. His leg drug up Apolloâs and he finally felt that smile that had wanted to be on his face since Apollo walked back in that room. It spread wide on his face and Isaac gave himself into this, wrapping his arms tightly around the other and heâd sighed as he kept Apollo close. âYou pick whaâ we do today. I wonâ fight any choices ya make. I jusâ wanna be with you.â
There was a pit of guilt resting in his stomach after he gave Isaac some of that potion against his will. It had worked. Isaacâs mood had lifted within seconds of their tongues connecting. Apollo too. He felt that blissful wave of happiness wash over his mind and body. It was amplified by Isaacâs arms wrapped around him and their way their bodies pressed together. He felt warmth and security. Something he had been missing all of his life. And then Isaacâs lips pressed against his head and Apollo closed his eyes. Yeah, he felt guilty for half a minute. But this...this right here felt too good to pass up and he wasnât going to waste this precious time with Isaac feeling like shit for what he had done.Â
âIâm not sure I can leave this bed,â Apollo admitted with a lopsided grin. âIt feels too good to be here with you.â He nudged his foot against Isaacâs and then reached down to grasp his thigh in his hand. He pulled the otherâs leg up to his hip and then buried his head into the nape of Isaacâs neck, muttering about being lazy and staying in bed for the rest of the day.Â
He was finding it harder and harder to keep himself closed off from Isaac. He had a taste of what a true relationship was like and he was left wanting more. He had called Isaac his boyfriend and realized how much he liked the sound of that word. Apollo enjoyed having something that was purely his well, theirs. Nothing compared to this. Nothing could or ever would. He wanted it and he wanted more. So much more. Wasnât it time he have what he truly wanted? Hadnât he suffered enough?
âLetâs go out,â Apollo said after he pulled his face out of the warmth of Isaacâs neck. He was done being scared. He was done fighting the wrong person. He had spent so many months fighting Isaac and himself. When really he should have been fighting his father. Maybe he hadnât been ready before but he was ready now. âLetâs go somewhere fancy where weâll get disgustingly rich and expensive food that isnât really all that good.â He grinned and brought a hand up to tangle into Isaacâs curls, his fingers massaging slowly against the manâs scalp. âAnd a bottle of champagne.â He leaned forward and kissed the Slytherinâs chin. âAnd I want to hold your hand. I want it to be like an actual date.âÂ
Apollo brushed back Isaacâs curls from his forehead and his lips hovered over the otherâs. Was it possible to feel drunk on feelings like this? Why hadnât he done this sooner? Every inch of his skin tingled and his heart felt like it was going to burst he felt so good in that very moment. Not even Cassâ potion could mask the pure, undiluted happiness he was feeling. âWeâll shower together and get all dressed up.â He leaned down and nipped at Isaacâs bottom lip. âWhat do you say, Isaac Wicker? Will you go out on an actual date with me?â
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He wanted to smile, wanted to feel weightless in that moment because honestly, this was exactly what he needed to see from Apollo. Theyâd made such progress in the course of that morning. Despite Isaac not fully being himself, heâd come to understand a few more things about the man he was so infatuated with. And whether Apollo realized it or not, heâd done them both a favor. And not just because of what heâd said but that he came back at all. Maybe things werenât going to be perfect and they werenât going to be easy but he could work with that. Now that he knew what they were against. Though it didnât help to think they were forced into this because of The Maddoxâs. But Isaac understood. Family was complicated and it wasnât his place to question the Lionâs survival tactics. After all, it wasnât as though Isaac werenât without a few of his own.
Isaac turned to watch Apollo slink back to the bed and how he longed to follow. He didnât feel he deserved it after the way heâd acted and stayed by the desk a few more moments. Truth be told he was embarrassed and upset that heâd acted like it at all and that heâd fought it by saying it wasnât his candies. If Isaac truly thought about it, the answer was simple and it was in-fact those little sugary good. Heâd waved his finger gently back and forth over the remaining trays, turning the rather beautiful sculptures back into liquid in their forms. The quickest flick of his fingers and each cup steamed itâs contents into a ball above the trays. Once it was all gathered, he forced the three of them into the garbage next to his desk. Isaac felt absolutely drained and he didnât like it.Â
His head turned back at the sound of Apolloâs voice. Isaac glanced back over his shoulder to look at him. Their eyes met and Isaac studied him just a bit longer. Watching his hand rubbed the bed made an explosion of butterflies make themselves known to him. Was he starting to feel better or was he just that enamored with even the sight of this man he couldnât fight it? At that moment Isaac couldnât say for sure but he was leaning towards the latter. âWhaâ?â He asked curiously. He didnât know if he meant that seriously or if he was just trying to get him to come to him. Perhaps just laying there with him wouldnât be the worst thing in the world. After all, he had wanted to have this man curled up with him all morning. âO-oâay.â He spoke softly and slid slowly across the room to him.
Isaac sank a knee down on the edge of the bed before his hands came to the mattress and heâd scooted himself right up next to Apollo. A small smile pulled at the left side of his mouth and heâd sighed softly. He felt incredibly foolish but the fact that Apollo was letting him this close after that, it meant the world to him. ââm sorry.â He whispered, propping himself onto his elbow and the Slytherin leaned into the other without warning. His forehead cradled between Apolloâs neck and shoulder. All Isaac could smell was his soap on Apollo and it warmed him even more. Though he could still feel the foul cloud snaking itâs way around his thoughts and feelings, Isaac tried his very best to fend off itâs effects from slipping out of his mouth. Â
âThanâ ya foâ the brekkis this moâninâ.â He whispered, trying to smile for Apollo as heâd pulled back to look at him. âI ⊠I donâ wanâ ya thinâinâ âm ungrateful eveâ âf âm beinâ a prick righâ now.â His shoulders hunched a little and heâd brought his hand between them, letting his fingers rub lightly over the back of the otherâs hand as he sighed out softly. âYa thinâ ya beinâ sweeâ is goinâ help?â He teased lightly, a quick, breathy laugh leaving his lips at the thought, but secretly okay if thatâs what he was offering.Â
He watched as Isaac disposed of his candies and felt a sense of relief as they were tossed out. Isaac wouldnât admit that it had been the candies to set his mood off but Apollo knew. Even on a bad day, Isaac was still lovely and caring. This had been different. Apollo had seen, as clear as day, the struggle in Isaac as he tried to understand why he was so angry and tried to bite it back. He couldnât switch it off and couldnât control it. All of the signs had pointed to the candies. He supported Isaacâs candy making, had even taken part in using them but the more he grew to care about the other, the more unsteady it made him feel. Watching Isaac throw them away gave Apollo such a sense of relief.Â
And then the bed dipped and Apollo turned just in time to feel Isaacâs head nuzzle into the crook of his neck. He inhaled deeply, the scent of the other, making him feel right at home.Â
âYou donât have to thank me for breakfast,â he whispered and brought a hand up to the back of Isaacâs neck. His fingertips rubbed along his warm skin slowly before tangling his fingers into his curls. âAnd you donât have to apologize for this.â And he meant it. How many times had Apollo made Isaac suffer through a shit mood and never once did he ever expect an apology from the Gryffindor. âThatâs what boyfriends are for.âÂ
And there was it. The word. That word made Apollo blush but he didnât make a big deal out of it. He had considered Isaac his boyfriend for quite some time now that it didnât seem out of place to say. It was the easiest thing in the world to say second to tell him âI love youâ. They werenât seeing other people. They spent nearly every night together. They had even gone on trips together. He never wanted to ask Isaac if that was what they were but after admitting his love for the Slytherin he figured it was about time. They didnât have all the time in the world so Apollo was determined to make the most of the time they had now.Â
âLay back,â he said and brought his other hand up to Isaacâs chest and lightly pushed him onto his back. âAnd close your eyes,â He added as he shifted himself so he was straddling the otherâs hips. âNo peeking.â He truly did want to help Isaacâs mood and Apollo had the means to do so. Part of him longed to be honest about his intentions. He wanted to tell Isaac about Cassioâs potion. But an even bigger part of him was scared to do. So he didnât.Â
He waited until Isaacâs eyes drifted close then he pulled the vial from his pants and flipped the lid open with his thumb. Instead of tipping the potion into Isaacâs mouth, Apollo dropped a few on his own tongue before he leaned down and coaxed Isaacâs mouth open. He pressed his tongue against Isaacâs, deepening their kiss until he was sure the potion had been passed to the other. He wasnât sure how Isaac would take it. If he would notice or just assume it was his own candies wearing off. Whatever consequences Apollo had to face slipping Isaac a potion he would face. All he cared about was the other feeling better.Â
Apollo released Isaac from his grip and he scooted himself closer to the other. He wedged himself under Isaacâs arm and moved his own arm across the otherâs stomach. âHold me,â Apollo whispered, laying the side of his face against the Slytherinâs shoulder. âWe can stay here forever if you want. Just like this.â
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Of course it was foolish of him to think things were going to be that simple. It also made sense, with Apolloâs parents that was. Not that Isaac wanted it to be that way. It actually pained him to even consider that his parents could be so against him and what heâd wanted. It spoke miles to the mountains this man had to walk. It had to be lonely. There âŠ. how could his parents not want their son to be happy? To live a full life and truly make something of himself or whatever he wanted to do. Could Isaac live with himself if itâd come to that? If ⊠if heâd really choose him over his parents. He could barely process this fight let alone something of that magnitude. But hasnât he already?Â
Isaac initially tensed at the sensation of Apollo taking him into his grip. It wasnât because he didnât want it but more he didnât feel he deserved it. Apollo had only wanted to be kind and actually do something for Isaac and heâd met it with his anger. Though he couldnât imagine the Lion would have taken his stance as of that moment all too well. Slowly he drew in a deep breath and relaxed under the otherâs touch. His stomach growling now and the sensation of twisting itself over and over was near crippling. âIâs noâ oâay.â He whispered back, shaking his head and he quietly let out a sigh. At least this still felt the same. It still felt it was just the two of them. Heâd felt Apollo moving towards him and leaned in slightly but only to be met with nothing. Isaac opened his eyes to see what had taken his attention instead.Â
The Slytherinâs brow raised at the question. He didnât understand at all what he meant or why heâd sounded so strange about all of it. âOâ course I did. I tolâ ya iâs a new one. Always haâe ta try the firsâ oâ âem.â He answered simply, watching Apollo with a wild curiosity. âWhaâ do ya meaâ reverse iâ? Reverse whaâ exactly?â Heâd almost given himself a headache trying to understand what he was getting at exactly. The candies didnât affect him. At least they hadnât before. âNo.â His eyes went from Apollo to the candy and back again. Until heâd made himself look at the trays of them. Thereâs no way. Isaac shook his head and scoffed at the thought of it. âNo, thereâs no way.â He told the other in absolute confidence.Â
But the more he stood there and looked at them the less confident he became. âJusâ ..â Isaac reached out and took the candy from Apolloâs fingers. He couldnât take a chance and have this ⊠if it was indeed from these, Apollo couldnât lose himself. âMaybe donâ touch âem.â He placed it back into itâs tray and pushed it back from the both of them. How could it be? Isaac was trying to understand exactly how heâd messed it up. How could he mess up his own magic? Itâd come from him. His finger tapped the edge of the tray as he looked it over and felt himself growing more frustrated the more heâd fixated on it. âIâ ⊠iâ jusâ canâ be.â
He had a temper. Though he did his very best to contain it there were times when itâd gotten the best of him. Heâd often chalked it up to his Veela blood but it had to come from somewhere else too not just that. His head tipped slightly and heâd watch the light dance across all of them. âYa haâe ta leâ âem ruâ the couâse normally. âm âŠ. âm noâ suâe iâ ya caâ speeâ iâ up. Neva tried.â His voice grew quieter with each word that came out. The unease settling and the clenching in his gut turning him quiet. He thought heâd understood how this worked. Whenever itâd been done before there had never been complications but ⊠there had to a reason he just couldnât accept it was his magicks doing this. He didnât want to more than anything. âYou donâ haâe ta stay. I .. I donâ know whaâ this is buâ I donâ wanâ ya gettinâ hurâ.â
He was a bit taken aback by Isaacâs tone. As if it was the craziest notion in the world that it might be his candies. It made sense to Apollo. The candies were untested and Isaac hadnât been clear on their purpose. It wasnât completely out of the realm of possibility that he had made them incorrectly or that they needed to be tweaked. In their past history, Apollo hadnât asked much about Isaacâs candies. He trusted that the man knew what he was doing. There had been so many times that Apollo had consumed them blindly. He knew, deep down, that Isaacâs reaction had to be from the sample he took.Â
Because he didnât want to believe that Isaac could treat him this way on his own.Â
Keeping his arms around Isaacâs waist, Apollo rested his forehead in the center of his back and breathed him in slowly. He didnât understand what was going on. He didnât understand if Isaacâs anger was displaced or if it really was just a product of magic gone wrong. The only thing he did completely understand was that he was going to leave him. Not like this. Not with him feeling like this. Before Apollo would have stormed off by now in a fit of his own rage. But things were different now. He didnât want to go. He wanted to stay and fix this. He wanted to make sure Isaac felt better. It was odd to care about someone else. Odd...but also refreshing.Â
âI donât want to go,â He whispered into Isaacâs shirt and pressed his fingertips lightly into the warm skin on his hips. âI was looking forward to spending the morning with you. Probably the day too.â Apollo kissed Isaacâs shoulder blade and released him from his grip. He walked backwards to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. âThat doesnât change because youâre cranky.â He toyed with the end of Isaacâs comforter, twisting his fingers into the fabric. âTruth be told itâs a bit refreshing. You being cranky instead of me. I'm used to it always being me.âÂ
He brought his legs up onto the bed and laid down, staring up at the ceiling. The potion bottle in his pocket, digging into his leg. Apollo turned his head and looked at Isaac. Really looked at Isaac. He was upset. Angry. This time at himself rather than at Apollo. He didnât need to feel the otherâs emotions to know what he was feeling. They were written as clear as day on his face. The potion, Cassioâs potion, would work. It would suppress the emotions coursing through Isaac. It would give him relief but it would also out Apollo. What the potion was. Why he was taking it. Who it was from. A whole chest of questions he didnât have the heart to answer.Â
But seeing the look on Isaacâs face killed him.Â
âI might have something that will help.â He tried to stop the words but they fell off the tip of his tongue. Apollo leaned up and patted the empty space next to him. âCome here.â
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He didnât like this. Not one bit. He hated how Apollo was looking at him and how this room felt so negatively charged. Isaac pulled his shirt closed and hung his head. He was ashamed of himself. How could he have done this? It hadnât even been twelve hours since theyâd declared their love for one another and heâd managed to sour it already. Maybe Mom was right. Isaac quickly dismissed that thought as quickly as itâd come. He knew what he felt for Apollo and he wasn'tâ wrong for it. He couldnât have foreseen them getting in an argument about anything but yet there they were. Just calm yourself.
All of those words were out in the world now. Things he hadnât even really been all that bothered by but it was clear there was no holding back for him today. Normally heâd have had more poise, spoken to Apollo in a more kind and gentle manner. Isaac didnât like himself right then. Not that he didnât like himself at all but he didnât like what was going on with him. And more to the point that he couldnât pinpoint exactly what was wrong. For someone so in tune with himself, this was throwing him off in ways he could barely deal with. And ⊠the look. That look that Apollo had on his face. Instead of the softness he usually gaze at the snake with had disappeared. Heâd never seen a look like this before. Not from anyone and it made his entire being want to just pull away and curl up into a corner right then and there.
Isaac looked carefully at the Lion before him. He felt those statements were heading somewhere. For as much as it hurt to bring up, the answer heâd gotten was ⊠well, not comforting but itâd made more sense to him than anything heâd been thinking in the past few weeks and especially in that moment. âYou ⊠ya noâ ouâ?â He asked softly, his fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt and heâd stepped away from the wardrobe to stand in front of his desk. Isaacâs head still hung, he could barely make eye contact with him after that. Not only was he angry, irrationally and without merit, but he truly felt like one of the worldâs biggest dicks in the entire world. There was no way he would have ever connected the two. That Apollo wasnât ⊠well, it just didnât seem to be a norm anymore. Being so closeted but he didnât know Apolloâs life prior to this and heâd had a hard time coming by it even now. Was that really why heâd had such a problem with Kai? To be honest, Isaac didnât even truly know if the other had been interested in him in that way but he just enjoyed his company.Â
The snakeâs eyes slowly closed as Apollo continued to tell him exactly what he was thinking. And why shouldnât he, Isaac had no problem letting all of that come out. The worst part was, he hadnât even really cared that he was speaking about a friend. It âŠ. it was a lot to take on, having barely gotten much from this man and normally heâd have been so grateful. And he was still but something just wasnât sitting well. His stomach started to turn more, forcing him to lean on the desk and he drew in deep breaths. He kept his back as straight as possible, keeping Apollo from knowing something was really wrong with him was the utmost importance at that moment. He didnât deserve any sort of sympathy from him. Not a single ounce. Especially not after heâd been so rude and more or less turned his nose up to Apollo. That was never his intention.
âIâ is.â He spoke just above a whisper, his nails scraping the wood of the desk and his eyes looking down onto the trays of cooled candies. They were stunning. At least there was one good thing to come out of this entire morning. He couldnât quite look at the other just yet but he knew enough to keep his distance with how he was feeling. Isaac couldnât stand the thought that Apollo thought he was willing ill of this all. Heâd never do that, even if they hadnât worked out he could never wish bad things on the man. Heâd come to care for him too deeply to will anything but good for him. âIâ is enough, Apollo.â A shaky breath followed the soft sentence but he didnât know what else to do. Heâd ruined everything. Standing there, feeling Apollo radiating disappointment at him wasnât helping. It only made him feel more low than heâd already felt. âI âŠÂ âm sorry. âm noâ suâe whaâs wrong.â
Isaac finally willed himself to stand up straight, looking back over his shoulder at the other man. He could have puddled right then and there if it meant it they could have started this whole day over. This was not how heâd ever wanted to be with Apollo. Not since the night at the club had he wanted to fight with this man. And he truly hadnât woken up ready for this. If anything heâd just wanted Apollo to be there and heâd have happily gone back to sleep. Instead they were having a go before the damn sun was even up. They were better than this. His face tucked back in against his shoulder and heâd sighed and let his head hang once again.
âI donâ ⊠I donâ feel myself.âÂ
Apollo sighed and shook his head. âItâs complicated.â He really didnât want to get into this when Isaac was acting this way. Or at all actually. âI am out.â Be careful, be careful. âOut as in my parents know of my preference and Iâm well aware of the fact that they donât approve nor will they ever accept that part of me.â He sucked in a deep breath and twisted his fingers around nervously. He could tell Isaac right then and there. He could get all of his secrets out in the open. Though something told him it wasnât the correct time to tell Isaac. Honestly, too much time had passed and too many feelings had already developed between them. He couldnât see how he could possibly ever tell Isaac the truth about his future. âPursuing this with you means Iâll most likely be disowned.â And Iâll die. He gritted his teeth and brushed his fingers lightly over his forearm. Any time he thought about going against the unbreakable vow it stung. âWhich is fine. I donât care about the name or the moneyâŠâ
He knew Isaac well enough to know that if he knew about the unbreakable vow heâd leave Apollo. Heâd be the hero and walk away if it meant saving his life. Where Apollo would rather spend every aching minute with Isaac and die happy than live an entire life being miserable. It was selfish. He was well aware of that. But for the first time in his life, he had something worth dying for.Â
âOr worse theyâll pull me out of University. So me being careful and cautious isnât me refusing to feel things for you. Itâs me protecting what we have.â He wanted to tell Isaac about how they had already been semi caught. After Australia. His father knew he was seeing someone he just couldnât figure out who. âYouâre not from here. You donât get it. You donât understand the pull my fatherâs name has. Or what he can do if he knows who you are. Heâs made people disappear before.â Apollo didnât know if his father had paid off his first boyfriend or if he had killed him. Truly he didnât want to know.Â
He stayed near the wall, eyeing Isaac as he hunched over his desk. There was something wrong. He knew Isaac better than he knew himself. This wasnât him. The things he had said were probably things that laid in the back of his mind but he would never throw them out in the open like this. He would never blindside Apollo willingly because he was so damn afraid of him walking away. Which Apollo probably would have if this all had happened prior to him saying âI love youâ. Saying and feeling those words made it all different. He couldnât just walk away anymore.Â
âI know this isnât you.â He stepped towards Isaac much like he had that night at the club. He wrapped his arms tightly around the Slytherinâs waist and rested his forehead in the center of his back. Apollo stayed still for a few moments. Just rubbing his fingertips along Isaacâs hips gently. He listened to his breathing and tried his best to calm him down the only way he knew how. Just by being there. âItâs okay, Isaac.â He lifted his head, resting his chin on Isaacâs shoulder. So badly he wished that they could start over and wake up together. That their morning could have started off differently.Â
He turned to kiss the underside of Isaacâs chin when the candies on the desk caught his eye. Trays of candies were there but one was missing. âDid you eat one of those?â He asked, panic lacing his words as he moved next to Isaac and grabbed one of the pieces. âHave you tested this specific candy before or is this the first time?â How did Isaac make a candy that made someone...act that way? âHow do we reverse it, Isaac?â
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It felt easier if he just listened for the time being. He couldnât get his thoughts in line with how he felt and it was irritating him further. What the hell is my problem? This was such a good morning. They had a one of a kind night and now? Now Isaac had wished that Apollo had disappeared in the middle of the night. If for no other reason than to avoid this ⊠well it wasnât a fight but it didnât feel like their normal conversations either. It all felt so off and Isaac hated it. He hated every second of it. And clearly he wasnât the only one.
Seeing and feeling Apolloâs irritance from across the bed was not helping and honestly Isaac just felt like he wanted to die. And even more so when heâd felt the Lionâs mood change entirely. It didnât come like a wave like normal, no it was a tsunami of emotions smacking him just as hard as those words had. What was he supposed to do? Certainly this conversation couldnât be a thing. Not when ⊠not when Isaac was so out of sorts. But he wasnât going to tell Apollo that. Heâd take it as a way for him to run. There was no way in hell heâd back down but it didnât feel any better to continue to try to save face.Â
âYou geâ iâ?â He asked when Apollo had finally stopped. Isaac nearly spilled his coffee trying to put it down âWhen I waâe uâ anâ youâre noâ heâe eveây time Apollo it hurâs. You keep talkinâ abouâ someone else I haâe neâer hearâ ya speaâ a lick of until noâ anâ you caâ jusâ siâ there liâe all of this is normal.â Isaac felt his chest growing tighter with each sentence that left his lips. âWheâ I broughâ uâ knowinâ jusâ someone as a frienâ iâ was a problem anâ âm noâ liâe ya. I donâ haâe no one here. Iâ you ainâ heâe âŠâ Isaac could feel his face getting hot and the brims of his eyes were already there. He hated how he got so worked up so quickly. It wasnât like he could help it. Not really.Â
âYa really thinâ âm tryinâ ta tell ya ta fuck off?â He asked as he stood from his bed and brushed by Apollo to retrieve himself some proper clothes. âReally thinâ thaâs exac'ly whaâ âm sayinâ?â Isaac was rifling through his drawers now, none too sure of what it was exactly he was looking for but heâd grabbed a dark silk shirt and heâd pulled it on over his shoulders. He wasnât even sure what to say. Though everything heâd said was what had been weighing on him. It wasnât how he wanted to talk about any of this. Not in the least.
His fingers fumbled trying to get the damn buttons in place until heâd finally given up and turned back to look at Apollo. He was slightly surprised he hadnât run right out that door. Perhaps heâd meant it. Meant that he loved him. âWe donâ haâe a normal âŠ. weâre noâ normal, Apollo. I donâ wanna be buâ iâ ya meanâ whaâ ya said âŠ.â He sighed softly, his teeth gritting back and forth. The room shouldnât have felt this hot and Isaac placed a hand on the wardrobe behind him for support. âI jusâ âŠâ He drew in another deep breath and felt his weight shift back onto his heels. âI donâ know. I ..jusâ donâ. I wanna be gooâ foâ ya. I try anâ until lasâ nighâ I didnâ thinâ iâ was ever gonna happen.â
Isaac swallowed and dropped his head, attempting to do the buttons up once more. âI jusâ wanâed âŠâ That was a lie. He had no idea what he felt at that moment. He knew what he wanted but ⊠well, what was the point in holding back now. âI jusâ wanâed to loâe ya, Apollo. Just loâe ya and be happy. Thaâs all anâ if âm hurtinâ ya then ..â
He folded his arms angrily across his chest as Isaac jumped up from the bed and started to yell at him. How had things gotten so twisted like this? He didnât even know what they were fighting about just that they were at each otherâs throats. Did this really all stem from the fact that he wasnât there when Isaac woke up? But...he had explained that he went to get breakfast. And Isaac was usually reasonable and even tempered. Apollo was always the hot headed on between the two of them. It felt so...foreign to be the rational one in the relationship. Foreign and scary.
âI woke up with a headache!â Because Iâm addicted to an emotion numbing potion. Which he really wished he had taken before he came back into this room. It was stupid of him to want to spend a sober day with Isaac. Especially when this was the sort of day he was going to get. At least if he had been under the effects of Cassioâs potion this wouldnât have hurt as bad. âI should have left a note or something. I thought I was doing something nice.â He couldnât...there was no way that he was this upset about Apollo going to get breakfast. And then it dawned on him. âWait..â He shook his head and looked at Isaac as if he had grown two other heads. âYouâre mad because I mentioned my friend? He knows about you. He has a boyfriend. I was tryingâŠâ He brought his hand up to rub at his temples, his headache was coming back. âI was trying to share parts of me with you.â
âI thought that was what you wanted.â He truly didnât know what Isaac wanted from him anymore. And it hurt that Isaac was bringing up their past to throw in his face. It wasnât like Apollo brought up that one time he found Isaac flirting with plenty of other guys at the club. He had forgiven him for that and moved on from it. âI never said you couldnât be friends with him. I never once made you promise anything like that. Did it bother me? Yeah, Isaac, of course it did. Because heâs probably out and would probably be easy with him. I know it isnât easy with me and that you deserve better. Iâm well aware of the fact that youâre too good for me. Iâm reminded of it daily when I canât walk outside and hold your fucking hand because IâllâŠâ
He turned around and leaned his head against the wall, then his fist came up next and he bit the inside of his cheek until he could taste copper. He took a moment to control his breathing and try to calm himself down. This wasnât how he wanted the day to go and he was pissed that it was starting off like this when he had only been trying. âI donât know what youâre trying to tell me, Isaac.â He turned around to face the Slytherin and shook his head again. âIâm trying. Iâm trying to be better for you because I want to be better for you but youâre making me feel like shit for trying. I donât try and Iâm an asshole. I try and Iâm an asshole.â
It shouldnât have been a surprise to Isaac that Apollo was winging the whole relationship thing. But didnât it count at all that he was trying now? Didnât all of his current actions show that he was committed and invested. âI fucking told you that Iâm in love with you, Isaac,â Apollo spat out in anger. âAnd you wake up and you still think the worst of me. Which is something I can deal with because Iâm painfully aware that my track record isnât crystal clear. But I explained what happened and that should be enough.â
They did have a normal. Australia was their normal. Isaacâs dorm was their normal. Holding each otherâs hands and falling asleep with Milo snuggled between them was normal. Late nights on the pier and skinny dipping was their normal. They had a normal. Maybe it wasnât like anyone elseâs normal but it was theirs and Apollo was grateful for it. He needed it. He craved it but most importantly, he wanted it.
âI did mean what I said.â He finally found his shirt kicked under the bed and he took a few steps towards it and picked it up. He wrung the shirt between his fingers because he hated the way Isaac said âif you meant itâ as if stating that there was a possibility that Apollo hadnât. âI have never told anyone in my whole life that I love them. That Iâm in love with them. It was special and it meant a lot to me to finally be able to say it to you because all of my life I was taught that love didnât matter. That it makes you weak. I was raised to not love anyone, Isaac. I was raised to be a soldier for the Ministry and to die for the Ministry. YouâŠâ He waved his hand between the two of them. âAnd this relationship...I wasnât trained for this. I donât understand this. It doesnât come easy for me. Youâre a puzzle that I donât understand. You talk about things you like and I only listen because I wasnât raised to ask questions. Iâve been stuck this way for twenty five years and you want some sort of change overnight ...And then I do change and I give you what you want from me and it still, for some reason, isnât enough for you.â
I just wanted to love you, Apollo.Â
Why did that sound like giving up?
âThen what?â He asked and waited with bated breath for Isaacâs answer.
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â And you deserve to know that Iâm completely in love with you. â Just keep remembering that, Isaac. Itâs not that bad. Itâs really all okay. Just remember.
A part of him felt an insane jealousy as Apollo kept going on about this friend. It was ridiculous for him to even feel or think that way but he couldnât help it. This fixation didnât feel right to him either. But what was he going to say? He couldnât really offer much in ways of whoever this man was but the one name he had recognized. Davenport. But he didnât think the first name was Oliver. Were there more than one? âI thinâ ya caâ asâ still.â Isaac offered softly, picking a piece of the muffin off and heâd taken the rest to set it between the two of them. âSounâs liâe the two oâ ya caâ make it pasâ a few boy problems. âm suâe ya complaiâ abouâ me ta âim too.â Isaac offered a small smile and instead took a bite from the piece heâd taken. And much to his surprise it was incredibly good though it did little to lift his mood.
âIâs gooâ.â He spoke after heâd finished chewing, washing it back with another sip of coffee. This was not how he wanted this to be. No he wanted them to feel like they had in Australia. When it was just them and nothing to distract them. Thatâs how it should have been and his mood, Merlin help him was just getting worse by the moment. Isaac ran his tongue over his lower lip and scooted back a little more on the bed, folding his legs butterfly style on the bed now. His thumb tracing over the rim of the cup. âMmmm.â He nodded, taking another bite and heâd brushed the crumbs from his fingers onto the floor.
Isaac finally looked up at Apollo and really looked at him. The first thing he saw was that shirt wasnât exactly his. No, it was Isaacâs. If this were any other day the touching feeling he had from that would have spread through his entire being. He wished that it had. âIâs supposeâ ta maâe the whole biâ lasâ longer.â He explained, reaching out to take another piece of the muffin. For not being much of a morning person, and whatever this attitude was, Isaac felt he was managing decently. âSo insteaâ oâ the little while liâe you goâ thaâ firsâ time iâ should be nearly a whole day.â It wasnât so much that he was worried about his clients buying less from him but he wanted to give them more a quality. Maybe one day he could do it with something that actually made a difference.
He shrugged his shoulders and started to pick small bites from the muffin piece. âIâs jusâ somethinâ stupid. Nothinâ ta worry abouâ.â He quickly pushed it away. He didnât know why he did. This had been one of the only times heâd actually asked ⊠anything about him. Of course Isaac volunteered a lot of his own information but still he wasnât sure how to take all of this. It felt like everything had changed and then nothing had. That they were still as they were but ⊠Youâre putting too much into this. âWhaâ âŠ. whaâ aâe ya doinâ wheâ ya leave heâe?â He asked quietly, trying to keep himself from lingering in the shitty mood that seemed to just keep rolling on stronger. âYouâll haâe ta tell little oâe Iâll see hiâ sooâ.â
Apollo lifted his head up at Isaacâs comment regarding him and Cassio and boy problems. His brow furrowed in confusion and he silently pondered on what Isaac could have meant about that. Did he really think that Apollo complained about him? But then, he was surprised that Isaac had assumed Apollo had told Cassio about him at all given the fact that he refused to let Isaac touch him in public unless they were out of the country. âI donât complain about you to him,â Apollo spoke softly and shrugged his shoulders as he tried to as non confrontational as possible. âHeâs happy for me.â And heâs terrified for me at the same time. âThat Iâve found someone that makes me happy and Iâm trying to be happy for him too. I am happy for him. I just wish it was someone other than Oliver Davenport. That bloke just bugs me.âÂ
He reached forward and picked off a piece of the french toast crumble from on top of the muffin. âIâve heard some bakeries only make muffin tops. Thatâs it. No bottom part of the muffin just the tops. Because so many people just like the tops.â He popped the bit of food into his mouth and nearly groaned from the taste alone. He had to give credit where credit was due. Valor was an incredible baker. There was no denying it. âI, on the other hand, like every part of the muffin. Sometimes the boring parts are the best part.âÂ
Taking another sip of his coffee and another pinch of the muffin, Apollo listened to Isaac talk about his business. Sometimes he forgot that Isaac supplied magicked candy to the students around the university. He tried not to dabble too much in Isaacâs candy because the last thing he wanted Isaac to think was that the candy was the only reason he came back around. It wasnât. Never had been. But from time to time he did ask because he was curious. He also loved seeing that little twinkle in Isaacâs eye when he talked about his masterpieces. âArenât you worried you wonât sell as much?â He tilted his head as he asked the question. Or maybe it was a smart plan on Isaacâs part. A better product that lasts longer will make the customers happier. And really, at the end of the day, he didnât believe Isaac was in it for the money. It was just something he loved doing.Â
He closed his mouth when Isaac seemed to close down the conversation. Something was definitely off. Usually he went on and on, especially when he made an effort to converse. Apollo wasnât able to pinpoint exactly what it was that was bothering the Slytherin. Part of him started to feel insecure. Had Isaac not really expected or even wanted him to stay the night? Suddenly, the only place heâd thought of that was the closest to âhomeâ for him didnât feel like home at all. He suddenly felt like a stranger sitting there in Isaacâs dorm. A stranger that wasnât welcomed.Â
âOh,â His mouth formed a small âoâ at Isaacâs words but Apollo quickly shook off the shock of them. âSee him soon?â Which meant he would see Apollo soon. He repeated and started to feel his face heat up. He knew what this was. Isaac was politely telling him to fuck off. How many times had Apollo done that to other guys? He had been a master of it. And it all made sense. Isaac was surprised as fuck to see him walk back into his dorm. Was clearly irritated that he brought breakfast. Apollo had been a challenge. He was stubborn and a game. Then he was an idiot and fell in love. Was an even bigger idiot to confess to Isaac his feelings. Apollo set his coffee down on the nightstand and stood from the bed, his hands on his hips and he turned away from Isaac. âYou can just tell me fuck off if thatâs what you want.â
He had been ready to die for Isaac. To kiss his inheritance and his family away for his man. To spend what little precious time he had left with Isaac. What a fucking fool he had been. For a fleeting moment he truly thought being in love was a possibility. That he could be happy and that things could be different for him. That maybe what his parents raised him to be wasnât all he could be. He could be more. He could be better. For so many years he had been cold. He felt cold. He acted cold. Then he met Isaac and he wanted to be warmer and better. But it was clear to him now. It was all clear to him now. That he was only exciting when he was an asshole. âDonât worry about it,â Apollo snapped when Isaac opened his mouth. âI get it.â
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There werenât very many times that Isaac had ever truly felt like a prick but today had been one of the few days it would happen.
The moment that door opened he knew heâd made a mistake. Heâd gotten ahead of himself. And though it wasnât entirely his fault the anger he was feeling, he still let himself get too worked up. Seeing Apollo come back filled him with an emotion he wasnât quite sure how to handle. It was .. hope? It was utter happiness. It was more than he was used to when it concerned the man now laying a bag down and bringing him a coffee. It was a little bit of guilt too. Guilt that he jumped and that he was ready to believe that ⊠well he wasnât entirely sure where he was going with it.
Instead Isaac sank back into the chair as Apollo started to speak. And the oddest part of all of this was that he was talking as if theyâd done this before. But wasnât that kind of itâs charm? That Isaac had never thought heâd get to see anything like this and here Apollo was giving him that and then some. His eyes closed at the sound of the cup touching his desk and heâd breathed out gently when the kiss came. Heâd been a prick. A right prick and the worst part was the Lion didnât even know.Â
âThanâ ya.â He spoke gently and heâd picked up the coffee, feeling himself moving as Apollo had to face him. A small smile touched his lips and he pulled his left leg up onto the chair to recline a little more. âI .. I donâ normally eaâ breaâfasâ buâ I ⊠I liâe this.â He managed to smile a little, taking the top off the coffee and he blew carefully over the top. Just black, exactly how he liked it. Maybe âŠ. maybe he really had been paying attention. It was hard to wrestle that anger he felt still clenching over and over in gut and knowing that this was probably one of the sweetest things that anyone had done for him. Ever. âWe caâ absolu'ely sha'e.â
Isaac took a sip from his coffee, enjoying the hot liquid filling his mouth before heâd drank it back. âIâs a new recipe.â He spoke softly, trying to savor the flavor of the coffee and the attitude he was trying to force himself into. He couldnât even remember the last time anyone had gone out of their way to get something like that for him. âThey still haâe ta cooâ so âŠâ Isaac still felt like shit, thinking the worst and now reaping the benefits of this man. Heâd cleared his throat and pushed himself from the seat to join the other.Â
Heâd taken to sitting cross legged, his coffee balanced in both his hands and he couldnât take his gaze from the man across from him now. He wished ⊠no, prayed that things wouldnât be so difficult any longer. If he were being honest heâd even grown slightly frustrated that there was so much back and forth ⊠but this? This wasnât anything heâd ever expected. âThanâ ya really.â He spoke smoothly, sipping from his cup and heâd let a small smile linger on his lips. âI âŠ. well ⊠I wasnâ sure âŠâ Isaac stopped himself right then before heâd said something heâd regret. âFrench Toast? Thaâs an interestinâ concepâ.â
He sipped slowly at his coffee as Isaac came to join him on the bed. He watched as the Slytherin made himself comfortable and went back to sipping at his black coffee. Something felt off to Apollo but he couldnât place a finger on exactly what it was. Isaac was acting his normal self. He was gracious for the coffee and breakfast, even though he didnât normally eat breakfast, he was still willing to for Apollo. Maybe the Gryffindor was reading into things. It was still early and he was a master of jumping to conclusions. Heâd let it slide for now.Â
Ahh. Apolloâs lips turned into a thin line and he looked down at his lap for a moment. Isaac didnât need to say it. He understood exactly what he didnât say. Isaac woke up and didnât see Apollo. When he didnât see him, he assumed that he had left in the middle of the night. He should have left a note but he hadnât thought...he said he would stay. Though could he really blame Isaac for feeling that way? How many times had Apollo left him in the middle of the night.Â
But he had told Isaac he loved him.Â
If he didnât think that Apollo had stayed through the night did he even believe him when he said those words? Did he just think that Apollo would never be true to his word? Ever? He opened his mouth but his voice caught in his throat. Never did he think he would tell someone he loved them, that he was in love with them, and have that person not believe him. But really what was bothering him was that he felt that Isaac always expected the worst in him. Even though he was trying.Â
He cleared his throat and looked back up at Isaac, trying to twist his lips up into a smile. Change the subject. Change the subject. âI grew up with Cassio. We went to Hogwarts together and then reunited here. Well, his roommate is this insane baker. He always has baked goods in the Ravenclaw dorms and heâs always making Cassio test things which means I get forced into testing things.â He reached for the bag of muffins and pulled it into his lap while he opened the bag. âNow that Cassio is dating Davenport though Iâm sure I wonât be a test subject any longer.â Apollo reached into the bag and pulled out the french toast muffin. It smelled good and it was still warm. With little bits of french toast crumble on top. âBut Cassio dating Oliver keeps him off my and the other Gryffindorâs backs so Iâm all for it. Even if I miss out on daily baked goods.â
Part of him wanted to push the subject further but the other part of him wanted to have a better morning. So he swallowed it down and offered the muffin first to Isaac. âSo you said a new recipe?â He asked, bringing his coffee up to his mouth and taking a swig. He swallowed and tried his best to hold his emotions at bay. He didnât want Isaac to feel what he was feeling. âWhatâs it do? Anything fun?â
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âMmmm gooâ ⊠gooâ morninâ.â The Snake spoke softly as his fingers gently pinched the fabric of his sheets and he sleepily moved his head back and forth on the pillow. The warmth of the bed almost made him not want to get up at all but he knew that Apollo wasnât going to want to stay in bed all day. For someone that was as tired as he was constantly, one would think that a few extra hours in bed would be his first pick for a lazy day. âI ho'e I didnâ snoâe oâ ânythinâ embarassinâ.â
Isaacâs fingers stretched and heâd clenched around ⊠sheets? Slowly his eyes opened to find that it was just him in the bed. A moment more and heâd closed his eyes, slowly reopening them to find that what heâd seen the first time was really his reality. Apollo hadnât stayed and he was buggered. Beyond buggered. Waking up to empty arms, especially after last night ⊠it wasnât how Isaac thought his day was going to start. To be honest he wasnât sure why he expected anything different. Perhaps all of that last night was just a moment. A moment that wasnât as âŠ. maybe it was just less than what Isaac had thought it meant.Â
But he said it. He had to have meant it.
And perhaps he had. In his own way. Everything about Apollo had been complicated from the very start. The longer Isaac allowed these thoughts to flow through his mind the more upset he was making himself. He couldnât control Apollo and he couldnât make him âŠ. well he couldnât force Apollo to try something different than what he was. That wasnât Isaacâs style and if he forced it âŠ. It wasnât something he was willing to chance this, whatever they were on.Â
The Slytherin pulled himself from the bed and blankets, making his way over to his own bathroom to shower off the events of last night and now his frustration with how his morning was starting. He was hoping to come out feeling refreshed and ready to ⊠ready to take on his day or whatever it was that he was going to do that day. Clearly any plans heâd half thought of for he and Apollo to do werenât going to happen. Isaac bit his lip and stripped before heâd stepped into the water, praying to wash the frustration way.
Though when heâd stepped out, frustrated was all he felt. Knowing Apollo had touched damn near everything in his room and this one left a sour taste in his mouth. It wasnât so much that heâd expected Apollo to change but that heâd let himself think that he would overnight. Isaac toweled himself off before making his way back out to his still empty room. Heâd caught a glimpse of the unmade bed and rolled his eyes, deciding to sit at his desk instead. The sun still hadnât come up but work sounded more pleasant than anything else. At least he could focus on something. For now.
It wasnât long before the glass beakers and tubes had started to come to life and start producing that beautiful liquid heâd come to know and love nearly as well as himself. Isaacâs eyes focused intently on liquid dripping into itâs molds and heâd moved them accordingly until he ran completely through that batch.Â
Isaac brought his wand over the few trays, enchanting them with their swirls of colors and added little glimmers to the cracks of the scales. It was a new recipe, one he was quite proud of. At least if heâd done his research right, then heâd have doubled the effect length of his magic in the candies. At least that he could take pride in. That heâd put so much effort into and the pay off was about to be better than he could have ever imagined. âJusâ cooâ mâ beauties.â He spoke through gritted teeth as the colors solidified and he blew over all of them, admiring the shimmer and colors heâd selected. âLeasâ ya neva leâ me down.â Isaac felt his face fall a little as heâd started to work the cooling spell over each and every one of these pieces until one had finally popped up from itâs mold.
Without another moments wait, Isaac popped it into his mouth. The taste of vanilla filled his mouth and the feel of the candy was exactly what heâd needed. Though they didnât actually do anything for him, making sure they tasted as they always had was a point of pride for him. âGooâ joâ.â He spoke under his breath as heâd rolled the candy around in his mouth and kept a steady eye on the others while they cooled the rest of the way.
Apollo waved his wand over the two cups of coffee, whispering a heating spell so that the two coffees wouldnât be cold by the time he got back to Isaacâs dorm.
It took him longer to ditch Cassio and Oliver than he had expected. The pair had followed closely behind him on his way back to the dorms. They didnât talk to him or walk next to him but they were close enough that he could hear tidbits of their conversation. Apollo wouldnât admit that he was a little disappointed that Cassio didnât push the subject of Orion with his boyfriend. Afterall, Oliverâs reaction had been alarming and unexpected. But they didnât even breach the subject. When they reached the dorms, Apollo paused for a moment and pretended to fumble in his pockets with his free hand. He really was watching to make sure that Oliver and Cassio were going to the Ravenclaw dorms and not Gryffindor. He was pleased when his gaze met Cassioâs and the blonde nodded before entering the dorm.Â
Apollo turned towards the Slytherin dorms just as the sun started to rise. Truly he hadnât thought running out to get breakfast would have taken so long. He was entirely far too eager to slip back into bed with Isaac and spend a lazy day with him. It just figured that Valor would take an extra ten minutes to open the bakery that morning and that Apollo would run into the most obnoxious Gryffindor alive who was damn near impossible to shake.Â
He stepped into the Slytherin dorms and was thankful that no one was up already. He climbed the stairs up to Isaacâs dorm. Funny how he didnât have to think about where to go, his feet knew the way. It was a habit by now. He liked that. That Isaacâs dorm felt like a second home to him. It was a rare thing to feel hopeful, especially when it concerned Apollo. But he did. Feel hopeful. Right now and maybe that was enough. For now.Â
Slowly he opened the door to Isaacâs dorm and stepped inside quietly. Just incase the Slytherin was still sleeping.Â
He wasnât.Â
âYouâre up,â Apollo said as he closed the door behind him. He placed the bag of muffins on the unmade bed and then made his way over to Isaac. First he set one of the cups of coffee down on the desk to Isaacâs right and then he used his free hand to his advantage. He ran his fingers across Isaacâs shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. âI brought coffee and muffins. My friendâs roommate works at a cafe in town and all I hear is about how magical his baked goods are.â He bent down, kissing Isaacâs temple lightly. âI got a blueberry muffin and a french toast muffin. I figured we could split both of them. Iâm not sure what the french toast muffin is going to be like but it was the special of the day.âÂ
Apollo gave Isaacâs shoulder another squeeze before he moved to sit on the bed. He brought the steaming cup of coffee up to his lips and blew on it lightly before taking a careful sip. âWhat are you working on?â The Gryffindor asked and craned his neck to peek over Isaacâs shoulder. âSomething new? Why donât you come back to bed and eat these muffins with me? How does that sound?â
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He stayed the night per Isaacâs request. How could he not? The bed was warm and being in Isaacâs arms was far more comforting than any arms he had been in before. For the first time, probably since Australia, Apollo slept peacefully through the night. He woke up first, still pressed against Isaacâs body. He had turned around throughout the night but the Slytherinâs arms remained around his body. One across his hip and the other wrapped around his chest. It was almost like Isaac thought heâd slip away in the middle of the night if he didnât have him in a death grip. He probably would have if he had woken up.Â
Apollo inhaled slowly and brought a hand up to rub the sleep from his eyes. Certain parts of his body ached from the deep sleep he had gotten. He didnât know if it was because he was in Isaacâs room or if it was Cassioâs potion that had lured him into such a beautiful slumber. Probably both. But as he slipped from Isaacâs grasp, he could feel knots in his muscles. His bones popped as he moved and at first he felt so sluggish. Like he was still asleep. Hazy but it was passing. He turned towards Isaacâs nightstand, glancing at the clock. The red letters displayed that it was a little after five in the morning. Apollo yawned and rubbed his fingertips against his temples. Headache. It was already the same the morning after taking Cassioâs potion. A blaring headache was on the horizon and the only thing to solve it was a fresh, steaming cup of coffee.
Slipping out of Isaacâs grasp successfully, Apollo searched the bedroom floor for his clothes. He tugged on his pants and tossed Isaacâs shirt on over his head because he couldnât find his own. If he hurried he could be first in line at Blue Brick before most of the others pile in. He could be back in time with coffee and muffins for him and Isaac. He was hoping that maybe they could spend the day doing nothing but be together. He had some assignments he had to work on that were due in the next couple of days but after admitting his feelings for Isaac...all Apollo wanted to do was exist by him. To feel him sitting next to him. He hated that he was feeling so sappy...but at the same time it was refreshing to feel happy. He leaned over and placed a soft kiss against Isaacâs forehead before he slipped out of his dorm.Â
It didnât take long for Apollo to get to Blue Brick but to his surprise there was a line of students waiting to be let in. Behind the doors he saw Cassioâs roommate working his ass off to get things ready. Poor guy looked like he was overwhelmed by the students waiting.Â
âHi, Apollo.â Speaking of the blonde, Apollo turned, smile plastered on his face at the sound of Cassioâs voice. That smile quickly faded when another voice, a loud, obnoxious booming voice followed.
âAPOLLO! You come here? I didnât know that!â Oliver. Fucking Davenport. With his arms wrapped around Cassioâs waist. Just great. âYou have to join us for breakfast! Please!?â
âBe careful, babe. Heâs not a morning person. Not until he gets some coffee in him,â Cassio replied and turned to kiss Oliverâs temple. If Apollo had anything in his stomach he would have vomited at the sight. There was no way he could handle being jealous of Oliver Davenport. Not today. Thankfully, someone was watching over him. The doors to the Blue Brick opened and the line of hungry students made their way in. He tapped his foot against the floor, trying to tune out Oliver who kept talking to him excitedly and trying to ignore the way Cassio handled his boyfriend in public. Because it hurt that he couldnât come here with Isaac all tangled up in each other.Â
He ordered a couple coffees and two muffins. Blueberry and Valorâs special muffin of the day which somehow was a mixture of a muffin and french toast. Apollo wasnât sure but Cassioâs roommate seemed pretty excited about it so he ordered it just to appease the other. Then he headed out, fully intending to go straight back to Isaacâs dorm before he and the other Slytherinâs woke up.Â
âTwo coffees?â Oliver popped up behind Apollo as he was stirring a packet of sugar into his coffee. âWho is the second one for? You donât have a roommate. Itâs not for Orion is it?â
âOrion?â Cassio joined them at the station and looked between the two of them with a raised brow.
âOliverâs bro-â The Gryffindor RA clamped his hand over Apolloâs mouth to which Apollo looked horrified at. His hand with the coffee jerked as he tried to get away from Oliver and some spilled, burning his hand. âFuck,â He hissed, grabbing a napkin and blotting at the back of his hand.
Oliver didnât seem to give a shit. He was too busy looking nervously at Cassio. âHe lives next door to Apollo and let me tell you heâs a PAIN. They both are.â Apollo was stunned. Oliver was keeping his older brother a dirty little secret from Cassio. Interesting. But why? Orion was a pain in the dick that was true but it had to be bad if he didnât want Cass to know. The fact that he and Oliver were hiding secrets...was odd but intriguing.Â
âSo...is it for...â Oliver wiggled his eyebrows and his face broke out into a grin and Apollo glared at Cassio accusingly immediately. He couldnât read the expression on his friendâs face. Had he told Oliver about Isaac? There was no way. Cassio was the only person Apollo trusted with everything. He wouldnât do that to Apollo. Not in a million years and definitely not to Oliver who had the biggest fucking mouth ever.
âA study buddy, right?â Finally his blonde friend came to his rescue and Apollo bookmarked to bring this up later to Cassio when they were alone and he had more time. âFor that big project youâre worried about.â Clever, clever man.
He looked between the two. Once smiling and giddy now they looked downright uncomfortable. He was uncomfortable too. Did Oliver know about him? Did he know about Isaac? Speaking of Isaac, Apollo really wanted to be back to his room by now ...He glanced down at his watch and sighed heavily and dramatically. âIâve...gotta go.â And he took off leaving the pair and that conversation, far, far behind. He wanted to go back to having a good morning with Isaac.Â
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Isaac grew to know how to speak to Apollo. Most would have said that was a waste of time. Tip toeing around someone was never the way to be but Isaac couldnât help but feel there was more than what Apollo presented to the world. Heâd been lucky enough to see it on more than one occasion. Tonight had been different and a part of Isaac stupidly assumed it was just for him but as their night progressed heâd realized it wasnât just for him. It was for them. That had never been a thing before, them. At least to Isaac it hadnât been but that was rapidly changing. What had caught him off guard the most was that this entire thing, though initiated by Isaac had been carried by Apollo. They were laying in one anotherâs arms because heâd asked to be taken home.Â
And even now, laying with him like this ⊠it was beyond his wildest dreams. Just the feelings the other was putting off had Isaac in a sort of dream-like state. Had this been any other night heâd have questioned the entire ordeal but he wanted this. He wanted so badly to believe that Apollo was capable of this, on his own. And he was proving him right. What heâd underestimated was his response to all of it. It was all heâd thought of when the Lion was concerned. Just being with him was more than he could have imagined. Even though it was difficult, seemingly impossible some days, it was so sweet when it finally came.Â
âŠ. did âŠ. did he just âŠ. did he say that?
The words stopped him in his very state. Heâd never been told that before. Not by someone that he was seriously interested in as more than ⊠well that wasnât important. He almost thought it was a slip of the tongue but Apollo hadnât pulled away. No his fingers were curled in Isaacâs hair and his breath was still against his skin. It felt like a lifetime had passed by in a matter of seconds but they were still both there. Still entangled with one another and he couldnât say that he didnât feel the very same way. Heâd felt it for a while. All of these feelings for this man in his arms were overwhelming but now âŠ. now there was something to classify them all into. A single word that carried more weight than the letters that made it up.Â
Isaac slowly pulled his face back, Apolloâs breath on his cheek until their eyes met. He knew heâd meant it. Knew it was absolutely true as they looked at one another. It wasnât going to be easy, it hadnât been so far and he didnât care to delight in misconceptions about a happily ever after with this man but they knew how one another felt. And it was a start. A small smile pulled on the Slytherinâs face and heâd brought his hand up to cup Apolloâs, thumb lightly stroking along the bone of his cheek. âI lo'e ya too, Apollo.â He spoke softly, feeling his whole body erupt in a sheet of goose bumps. It was easier to say than heâd anticipated. And while that didnât clarify what they were, they were still them. He wasnât quite sure that any sort of label would fit them necessarily.Â
Without hesitation, Isaac leaned in and kissed those lips with a feeling he wasnât quite sure he could describe. Happy but still confused, he let himself forget the rest of it for the night. Those words and those feelings were floating around the two of them and Isaac just wanted to enjoy it tonight. There were plenty of other things to tear it down but tonight? Tonight they could be real and left intact. âI âŠÂ â Isaac just smiled, wider than heâd ever felt himself do so. He didnât know what to say. Couldnât quite put those feelings into words. And instead of trying to bumble himself through a sentence or two, the Slytherin opted for pulling in the Lion for a soft but strong kiss. âYou liâe keepinâ me oâ my toes, huh?â Their brows pressing in on one anotherâs and his arm wound all the way around Apollo, hugging him tightly. As if he were trying to push everything heâd felt into this man. And he truly was. Though he wasnât entirely sure why it felt as though Apollo were doing the same thing back.Â
Donât fixate, just enjoy this.Â
Apollo had thought a lot about his life. He spent hours upon hours trying to figure out how to save himself from the life he was destined to live. Then eventually he gave up. He convinced himself that he was okay with marrying someone he couldnât love. He convinced himself that he was okay with affairs in dark closets. Never seeing the same guy twice. He was okay with keeping that part of himself locked away because he was supposed to. He was a Maddox after all. There were great plans in place for him and screwing it up wasnât an option.Â
But laying here with Isaac and saying those words...Apollo couldnât pretend that he was okay with his future. He wanted something different. He wanted to be with Isaac. He didnât want to marry her and he wanted to find a career that fit him, not his father. He thought about it. How could he not? The two of them, plus Milo, finding a small apartment. One that was so small theyâd stumbled and bump into each other. Isaac would open his store and Apollo would...he would find the path he wanted to be on. It was a nice thought but it was just that. A thought.Â
He never thought heâd tell someone he loved them and meant it. Apollo certainly never believed that someone would tell him that they loved him and meant it. But here they were, laying in each otherâs arms and whispering those words to each other. It was perfect. It was fleeting. But it was theirs and he loved every second of it.Â
âI just wanted to be honest,â Apollo shared after their lips parted and he rested his forehead against Isaacâs. âSometimes I get so tired of pretending. Thatâs not what I want to do when Iâm with you.â He closed his eyes and kissed Isaacâs top lip. âYou told me once that you only want me to be myself. Youâre the first person who has ever wanted that for me. I donât know who I am most of the time because Iâm always trying to be someone Iâm not. But Iâve figured it out.â Apollo sighed against Isaacâs lips and opened his eyes, immediately catching the Slytherinâs gaze. âIn this room with you is when I get to be myself completely. And you deserve to know that Iâm completely in love with you.âÂ
He paused to catch his breath. Honestly, it was probably the longest Apollo had ever talked. Usually Isaac did most of the talking with Apollo chiming in with monosyllabic reply every now and there. Maybe it was the potion or maybe he really was just done pretending to be the perfect son. Apollo wouldnât be able to tell until he was sober. But now...right now he was riding the high and ready to take on the world with Isaac.
If only he could have this sort of courage all of the time.Â
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The back and forth from this one was more than heâd expected tonight. At least that part of him was still the same. He didnât know what was going on or if this was truly what Apollo was thinking and it was enough to drive him mad. Or so heâd thought. What came next left Isaac completely and utterly beside himself. There was a part of Isaac that had long waited this Lion to embrace everything he was offering. But what was going to happen when he did? What did that mean for them? If anything at all. It was so very difficult to decipher what things meant when it came to this man but it wouldnât deter Isaac. No matter how much it should, he was stubborn enough to know that even if those feelings were all muddled up; they were real.
He stayed quiet for just a moment, allowing everything to sink in that heâd just said. Their eyes met and Isaac felt that vibration in his chest again. It was everything he wanted to hear and more. Mostly because those feelings that heâd spoken of were very much mirrored back for Apollo. Isaac had been crazy about him for months. Itâd been cemented that night of their fight at the club. Though heâd known he cared for him before that, knowing that it wasnât just him feeling this made all the difference. And that small waiver in his voice was all he needed to know that it was as genuine as that night. ââm noâ goinâ anywhere, Apollo.â He spoke smoothly, shifting his head slightly closer to the otherâs.Â
Looking into his eyes, Isaac couldnât tell if it were fear or sadness, happiness or a mixture of all of those and then some. What he did know was that it was refreshing. And before he got too ahead of himself, Isaac knew he couldnât count on this sort of display morning, noon and night. That wasnât the sort of man Apollo was. That was something Isaac had figured out how to be okay with. Not everyone was raised as he was. Not even so much that he was but he knew there things Apollo just couldnât help. It was never a deal breaker. Not for Isaac, anyway.
âI donâ expecâ thinâs to be perfecâ. I donâ wanâ ya to be anythinâ but who ya wanna be.â And that was true. There were moments when heâd wished things were different. That Apollo and he were more forthcoming but as heâd been warned before today. Things in England, particularly where it concerned pureblood families were different. Would it have made a difference that his father was also of the same stature? He very seriously doubted it. Especially ⊠well he wasnât certain that his being a veela was something to bring up with his parents. If ⊠did this mean heâd meet them? Stop it. Youâll give yourself a nosebleed.
Isaac slowly rolled onto his side and propped his head up with the other hand. Watching Apolloâs chest rise and fall with his breath was more than soothing. If he was being honest ⊠this was probably the most hopeful heâd felt in a long time. Slowly the Slytherin bent in and kissed the corner of the Lionâs mouth. The tip of his nose slowly moving along his cheek bone. âI donâ wanâ ta be anotha burden to you. I jusâ wanâ to enjoy you âŠ. and our time together.â Â
He didnât talk much. A part of that was because Apollo had been raised to play a certain role. He was raised to be quiet and listen. People who talked a lot missed things. People who were silent saw everything. Was that something his father had taught him? Or had it been his grandfather? He couldnât remember. Talking too much has always been a weakness in the Maddox household. Loose lips let secrets slip. And that household had plenty of secrets to keep locked away. Admitting that Isaac was the foundation of his happiness was supposed to be a happy moment. But to Apollo it was another reminder of why he would always be a disappointment to his family.Â
Apollo wished it didnât matter what his family thought of him. But it did. The sacred promise burned into his forearm was a reminder of why he had to care. If he didnât marry her, he would die. As much as he loved Isaac, and he did love Isaac an awful lot, Apollo knew it was doomed. Which is what made moments like this so complicated. He was happy and sad. He was in love and heartbroken at the same time. It was horrible to have so many contradicting emotions running through his body all at once but he took it as well as he could. Because seeing that fucking smile on Isaacâs face was worth all the pain that would come later.Â
âI know youâre not going anywhere.â Apollo would go when the time came. How could he fight against the inevitable? No one could change things for him. No one could save him. It was funny. Hilarious actually that he was in Gryffindor. There wasnât a shred of bravery in his bones.Â
Hearing Isaac tell him that he only wanted him to be himself was a double edged sword. He wanted so desperately to be himself but he couldnât. Only behind closed doors could he truly be Apollo Maddox. Only Isaac got to see the real version of himself and the Slytherin didnât even realize it. Sometimes Isaac spoke as if he knew the situation Apollo was in. The Gryffindor doubted that. He knew if Isaac knew his secrets that he wouldnât stay around. Who would? He wondered, often, what Isaac knew or what he thought. What things does Isaac tell himself when Apollo refuses to go out in public with him? When the only time he acts out was in another country? Maybe Isaac was being honest. He didnât care about them being perfect. Maybe he could settle for...this.Â
But was that fair?
Apollo turned at the feeling of lips against the corner of his mouth. He leaned in, feeling the scruff of Isaacâs chin against his face and he sighed to cover up the tremble in his voice. None of this was fair. And maybe he couldnât fight against his future but at least he had the present.Â
He tickled Isaacâs earlobe with his lips, his hand wrapping around the man and his fingers tangling in his soft curls. âI love you, Isaac,â Apollo whispered the words and was surprised at how easily they fell from his lips. And after saying it once, he found himself wanting to see it again and again and againâŠ
Maybe there was some of that Gryffindor bravery in him somewhere.
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Upon first look at Apollo, you wouldnât think the things that bothered him were really bothersome. However, if you took the time to get to know that man. Truly see him for who he was, theyâd start to make sense. Isaac couldnât say that he understood all of this, or any of it in some cases. But it didnât stop him from trying. Most would say his was an idiot. His mother certainly had no problem doing so when it came to this man but he didnât listen. He couldnât. Not when Apollo looked at him like that. Not when heâd touch him in the way he had. There was just a lot to look at when it came to Apollo Maddox and Isaac was fairly certain he was becoming an expert of sorts. As well versed as Apollo would allow him to be.
Isaac kept his eyes following the Lion until heâd disappeared into the bathroom and the Slytherin could take a breath. There were some times when heâd forgot that was something he had to keep doing at some points. Especially when those points included the other man. He just couldnât put his finger on it. He couldnât understand what they were doing but more so why tonight had felt so vastly different. Even to when theyâd first started ⊠well, seeing one another. Were they seeing each other? He supposed thatâs what itâd be called. Isaac hadnât dared to look at another person in any light but that of a friend since Easter.Â
Heâd closed his eyes, letting the music try and relax his mind while he wanted for the Lion to come join him once again. There were too many thoughts going around in his head for it to be good. More importantly, heâd just wanted to linger in this feeling they seemed to be giving one another tonight.Â
His lashes fluttered open at the sound of the wood on wood contact. Though he didnât look over at him just yet, Isaac felt much better once that familiar weight was returned to his side. Isaacâs hand coming round, rubbing Apolloâs neck as heâd given him the softest kisses to his own. He could have just melted into this man behind him and that would have been enough for Isaac. He sighed softly, forcing himself to turn back and look at that goofy man heâd become so smitten by. Heâd smiled and taken a better look at him all clean and fresh now. Apollo smelled like Isaac but there was still enough to know it wasnât exactly it. As Isaac looked onto his face it felt ⊠well he couldnât quite put his finger on it at that moment. âI always miss ya wheâ ya noâ close.â Heâd spoken before heâd realized he was even saying it. He couldnât be sure if that was honestly what heâd intended to say or if he were just so surprised how well that shower seemed to calm Apollo down.Â
Remarkable ... maybe heâd have to try this a little more often.
âTell me whaâ ya thinâinâ.â He asked softly, letting his curls lay to the side as heâd settled in to looking at Apollo. Isaac let his hand come back down, laying on top the otherâs before heâd laced their fingers. âI feel liâe weâve ⊠liâe weâve goâe through fifty yeaâs iâ one nighâ. Liâe âŠ.â He settled into the pillow once more, letting his head tip back and Isaac closed his eyes. The music and the feeling of all of this was more than heâd ever thought heâd get to experience with this man. How they hadnât remained just fuck buddies was beyond Isaacâs comprehension but he was aching for whatever this was. âLiâe ⊠I dunno. Iâs diffenâ. Anâ I âŠ. I donâ haâe iâ.â
Isaac cleared his throat, shifting slightly and heâd brought their hands up to his chest. The feeling of Apollo was so overwhelming right then he wasnât sure what to do. He was happy. They both were and all Isaac could do was smile. Smile and squeeze that manâs hand to his contentment. His cheek rubbed the pillow case and he felt his toes tapping the bed and Apolloâs leg to the beat of the music and heâd whispered without thinking. âWonda iâ this âs whaâs liâe.â
This felt right. Laying in Isaacâs bed, arms wrapped around each other and the feeling of soft kisses against bare skin, felt right. This was what he wanted every night. He wanted Isaac. He wanted Isaac to be his boyfriend and he wanted to hold his hand out in public. He wanted the two of them to get an apartment off campus and live together. He yearned for this kind of future with the man. It wasnât just the potion making him think this way. He wanted all of that with Isaac. The potion just allowed to think about this kind of future without completely melting with fear.Â
Apollo reached to touch Isaacâs soft locks. He twirled a curl around his finger and thought about the question. âWhat Iâm thinking?â He whispered, stalling. There were times like this when Apollo felt like he was two different people. There was the more reserved, cold version of Apollo who didnât need anyone. It was who he was before he had met Isaac. It was getting harder and harder to hold onto that version of himself. Not that he really wanted to but if he was going to survive heâd have to play that role. âI was thinking about how you have better water pressure here than I have in Gryffindor.â Cassâ potion allowed Apollo to be different. More open and comfortable. It didnât change how he felt. That was all genuine. It just allowed him to act upon his true feelings. Cassâ potion made him warm and allowed him to let go of the bullshit in his life. It was an addiction. A crutch. But he really fucking needed it.Â
He listened to Isaac speak and felt his heart thud against his chest as if it were trying to escape from his body. He had felt the difference too. Isaacâs actions tonight had been romantic and sweet. Usually that sort of thing never sat well with Apollo but he had enjoyed himself this evening more than he had expected. He dropped the lock of hair he had been playing with and moved his hand down the side of Isaacâs neck slowly. His tongue felt loose but he didnât care. He wanted to be honest. Completely honest with Isaac about what he had been thinking about the entire night. He wanted to give Isaac something in return instead of just taking like he usually did.Â
âIâm thinking about a lot of things,â Apollo replied as he rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. âIâm thinking about how I agree with what you said about tonight.â Apollo was different tonight, which is what he assumed Isaac was referring to without actually saying it. He was different because it was the first night he spent with Isaac on Cassâ potion. He could feel the anxious thoughts creeping back in his head. What if Isaac liked him more when he was on the potion versus being sober? What did that mean for him? How long could he hide this from Isaac? But as quickly as those thoughts took over, Apollo felt the effects of the potion pulling it back. Until he was back to feeling soft and happy.
âYou make me happy, Isaac.â His voice trembled as he spoke but he didnât care that it was a sign of weakness. âI hope this is what life is like and I hope the happiness I feel with you continues because Iâm not sure if I can handle life if youâre not in mine.â He squeezed the otherâs hand tightly and finally turned his head to face Isaac, shooting him a sad smile. âI need you and Iâve never needed anyone before. But you? I canât live without you.â
Starburst Smile || Apollo & Isaac
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Something felt insanely different about them tonight. Apollo especially. He seemed ⊠more alive than he had âŠ. well, since theyâd come across one another that night in the maze. This wasnât like when theyâd gone to Australia either. Not when Apollo seemed completely free of care. This was somewhere in-between. wavering, like usual, but not as intense. And he couldnât say it was bad. It was just different. Things with Apollo were hardly ever the same twice but this still gave him pause. It gave him a moment to think. That maybe ⊠he wasnât alone in looking at what theyâd been doing.Â
Please donât be that stupid, Isaac. Please.
Isaac nodded to Apolloâs request, holding him close with one arm and heâd held his hand out for their belongings. âOâ course.â Heâd whispered the spell quietly, his finger tips lightly rubbing along the otherâs back and heâd kissed his shoulder lightly. The promise of a full night with this man was far too good to pass up. Though that meant Milo spending the night alone, something told him heâd be forgiven by the little feline in time. After all, he couldnât possibly enjoy sharing that bed with the two of them. Especially ⊠well, that was plenty of reason to not feel so badly about it then.Â
The fabric and leathers settled in his hands as best they could and Isaac pressed his cheek against Apolloâs. âCoâe oâ.â He smiled and with a quickness the two were plucked from that cool water literally into thin air.Â
Isaacâs feet touched down on the hardwood floor, sending him forward slightly a little at the weight of Apollo still with his limbs wrapped around his body. A soft chuckle left his lips as heâd finally regained his balance despite his wet feet and the man. âTheâe we go.â He smiled, kissing Apolloâs cheek softly as heâd moved to set their clothing down by the end of the bed and then the man in his arms. His arms unwinding from Apollo and he slowly pulled back enough to get himself sorted out and to cast the windows open a bit. âMuch betta.â He smiled and turned for his dresser to grab them both something dry to wear.Â
It was odd how natural all of this felt to Isaac. Though it wasnât the first time Apollo had worn his clothes, itâd been clear at that time that he thought he didnât want it to be the last time. Heâd turned back to the Lion, laying a dark pair of shorts over his shoulder. âShowaâs ready âf ya wanâ one.â Heâd offered, pulling on his own pair before heâd let himself roll onto his bed and groaned out. It felt good to finally relax and as he looked back at Apollo, heâd felt it all over again. His fingers strummed along his stomach and heâd moved his head to get a better look at him. âTurn thaâ speaker oâ byâ hurry uâ anâ coâe heâe.â He smiled, holding his hand out, wiggling his fingers as if to will the other to him faster. He wasnât sure what was going on tonight but all he did know was that Apollo being away from him much longer was going to actually cause him physical pain. Well, not exactly but it felt like it.Â
âCoâe.â He called again softly but more needy, turning onto his side, watching Apolloâs back and every part of him a little more carefully. Damn him.
He was quiet as Isaac charmed their belongings into his grip. He was quiet as they were ripped from the comfort of the water surrounding them and returned to Isaac room. A part of Apollo felt uncomfortable by his display of weakness. He had asked Isaac to take him home and the first place Isaac thought of was his dorm room. He hated that Isaacâs dorm brought him comfort. He hated that this dorm room felt more like a home than any other place he had stayed in including his own.Â
Apollo untangled himself from Isaac and took in the room slowly. It looked the same. Like a chaotic mess but there was no doubt in his mind that the Slytherin knew exactly where everything was. The plants looked the same. Green and growing. Maybe Isaac had added a few. Apollo wasnât sure. He heard Isaac talking in the distance and Apollo nodded out of habit but he couldnât have repeated what the other man had said. The Gryffindor was trying to fight the need to panic and bolt. Maybe it was the display of stars tonight or the music or even swimming in the lake together. All of it had been romantic. Too romantic. He had never experienced anything like that before. And he kept going back to that moment where he cooed âtake me home pleaseâ and Isaac had brought him here.Â
He was panicking.Â
Did he really think of Isaacâs place as his home?Â
âShowerâs good,â Apollo whispered because talking any louder would risk Isaac hearing the shake in his voice. He needed...something to take the edge off. Cassâ potion. Â
Apollo gripped Isaacâs clean clothes in one hand and moved towards the end of the bed where his clothes laid. He shifted through the pockets until his fingers nudged the vial. He tucked it into the palm of his hand and grabbed his wand between two fingers. âWonât be long,â Apollo stated with more strength this time as he leaned over the bed and affectionately ran his free hand down Isaacâs leg. Then he quickly moved towards the bathroom, stopping only for a moment to turn on the speaker as Isaac had requested. The melody that played wasnât something Apollo could place but it was something he enjoyed. Honestly the only time he ever listened to music was when he was with Isaac.Â
He slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Apollo didnât waste any time before turning on the shower head. He dropped the clothes and his wand onto the floor and then leaned against the wall, twirling the vial between his fingers. He shouldnât but he wanted to. He shouldnât but he knew he was going to anyways. It felt like someone else was popping open the vial and it felt like someone else was pouring two drops of the contents into his mouth. Apollo knew he had a problem when it came to anything that helped make his life a little easier. He knew that if Isaac knew he was in the bathroom taking potions to feel better that it wouldnât go over very well. But didnât Isaacâs powers do the same thing for Apollo? Was it really any different in the end?
The shower didnât take long. Just enough to rinse off the lake water and it was a good excuse to use Isaacâs soap and shampoo. When he stepped out, he cast a drying spell over himself and tugged on the clothes the Slytherin had given him. Once Cassâ potion was safely tucked away in the pockets of the shorts he was now wearing, Apollo made his way out of the bathroom and rejoined Isaac in the bedroom. And he was feeling much, much better now. Ready to enjoy the rest of the night with his lover.
Apollo dropped his wand on Isaacâs desk and crawled onto the bed. His arms automatically went around the Slytherinâs waist and his head tucked into the nape of his neck. There wasnât anything holding him back now. He didnât harbor over the fact that he was in Isaacâs dorm, spending the night again. He didnât analyze every detail of tonight and look for ways it could be used against him. All Apollo could focus on was the man laying in bed next to him and he showed him that by placing tiny kisses along the back of his neck slowly and then traced his lips across Isaacâs bare shoulder before murmuring against his skin, âHopefully you didnât miss me too muchâŠâ
Starburst Smile || Apollo & Isaac
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From the moment theyâd met, Isaac knew this was never going to be what heâd pictured any relationship to be. It was never a bad thing in his mind. No, Apollo Maddox was a very unique case and he knew it before theyâd even got to know one another. There were still a lot of closed doors and things he had not a single ounce of knowledge about but theyâd made progress. From that night at the bar, theyâd been miles away from where theyâd landed that night. Isaac couldnât shake him. Couldnât shake how heâd made the Slytherin felt, the way heâd made him second guess damn near every one of his instincts.Â
Isaac nodded at the question, âYeah.â He spoke softly, watching the water beads from this skin roll onto Apolloâs chest in the moon light. âWhen ya come baâ dowâ wiâh me Iâll show ya.â It wasnât a secret but it felt good that someone knew something special about him. âAnâ we caâ share Milo. Noâ sure I coulâ divide my attentioâ between moâe thaâ two of ya.â
He knew heâd pushed it and heâd fully expected Apollo to respond they way he had. Actually the offer of sex wasnât something heâd expected but heâd take it nonetheless. For now this could be okay. The sneaking around and the little fibs he kept bringing in to the air around them. Isaac wanted so desperately to just shake it from him, rattle the truth of what they were or werenât right out of him. But that wasnât Apollo and Isaac had no right to change him. It became a matter of what he was willing to put up with to keep the Lion in his life.
For now, this was how they were going to work. Isaac could be okay with that, for a while anyway.
âNaâed anâ sweaty, huh?â His front teeth digging into his lower lip as the other teased him. His toes digging into the sand and material beneath him as he clutched onto the other tightly. It wasnât fair the effect heâd had over him and he Isaac couldnât say he hated it. If nothing else âŠ. it was a taste of his own medicine for once. He knew in the back of his head the longer heâd allow things like this to go on the worse it was going to hurt but how could he tell this man no? Maybe things could be different, if he just let Apollo come to him instead then maybe âŠ. They already had an amusing track record of not being able to keep away from one another. He had to trust Apollo with something.
Isaacâs hands came up the otherâs back and heâd held him closer against his chest. âIâ thaâs where ya wanâ ta be âŠ.â He trailed off as he tucked into Apolloâs neck, kissing up to the soft spot under his ear. âAll ya gotta do is say so.âÂ
When you come back down.Â
When you come back down with me.Â
The words echoed in Apolloâs mind. The mention of future plans caused a swell of warmth that blossomed through his stomach. Apollo was torn between liking that feeling and hating it. He liked it because he finally understood what people meant when they mentioned feeling butterflies in the pit of their stomachs. He hated it because he knew the chances of him getting to go back to Australia with Isaac were slim to none. Not with the promise he had made after his return from the first trip. His arm burned as if to remind himself of that very promise.Â
He thought about being in Australia again with Isaac. Everything had been easier there. He didnât have to worry about his obligations or promises. There was just him, Isaac, and the ocean. He thought about how it would feel to wake up in Isaacâs bedroom again. The sun streaming in through the balcony doors and feeling strong arms wrapped around him. It felt like it had been in a different life time when he first experienced all of that with Isaac. He wanted to be there again so badly. Isaac had a way of painting such a pretty picture that had Apollo wanting more.Â
âNaked and sweaty,â Apollo confirmed after he dragged himself back to reality with a promise to himself that he would try to make it to Australia again with Isaac. He shivered as Isaacâs hands trailed along his back and he pressed in closer until there was hardly any space between them. A soft gasp fell past his lips when he felt the tickling sensation of the otherâs lips on his neck. He wanted nothing more than this. This right here with the man in his arms. Why did it have to be so complicated? Couldnât he just be in love and carefree?Â
Stop.Â
He didnât want to waste the time they had worrying about the end. They didnât have forever but as long as Apollo continued to be careful they could still have the present. And he planned on taking full advantage of whatever sort of time they had.Â
âTake me home,â He whispered, nuzzling his nose in Isaacâs hair and inhaling the scent of him. âPlease?â
Starburst Smile || Apollo & Isaac
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âIâ did.â Isaac smiled, basking in the wake of a sweet kiss. Tonight was something different. It wasnât like most their other nights together and he couldnât say he hated how it felt. And especially how Apollo felt.Â
Isaac pulled Apollo back to him and shook his head, sighing heavily as if it were really a chore. Though he wasnât entirely sure what heâd tell him. There were little things of course, like Apollo had given him and then there were more serious things to consider. He wasnât entirely sure what was appropriate but he figured if he could get him out here tonight then anything was on the table. âWell.â He spoke, his tongue clicking another second longer. ââm actually quite fonâ oâ ballroom dancinâ. âm absolute shit at iâ buâ still love ta take a dip ârounâ the rooâ eâery once iâ a while.â Realizing that wasnât exactly something deep and profound, he cleared his throat and instead tucked into Apolloâs neck.Â
He just let his forehead press against the otherâs skin and let the blush of embarrassment get lost between their skin. âAnâ when I was small I use ta haâe a collection oâ birâ feathers.â His finger tips gently across either side of Apolloâs back, pulling him closer to the Slytherin. âCouldnâ haâe a peâ so I use ta coâe up wiâh stories âbouâ âem when I picked âem up.â Heâd actually never told anyone else about that before. His mother was cruel in her manner of teaching how to respect all living creatures and heâd tucked that memory away a long while ago. Figured it was just a little kid thing. Isaac pressed a light kiss against the otherâs skin and pulled back to look at him again.Â
The smile returned easily. It was hard for him to linger in sadness in front of Apollo. At least he could mask it a little easier tonight than most nights. ââspose thaâ may haâe somethinâ ta do wiâh my lack oâ patience.â He teased and attempted to turn the conversation back from himself. Isaac knew Apollo could deflect until the break of dawn if need be. So heâd decided it best to throw a curve ball. He loves this sort of thing. âWhere do ya see youâself a year froâ now?â He asked softly. It was just a general question but one that he was curious to see what the other would cook up. The darkness Apollo held made it hard sometimes to tell when he was putting on a show for Isaacâs sake and when he really meant things. The feelings coming off in waves from the other were too strong not to tempt.
It was probably foolish of him to consider doing something but he couldnât help himself. Not when he had this man in his arms. Not when heâd finally gotten a chance to be with him and just him.Â
âBallroom dancing?â Apollo repeated with a frown. Just the term âballroom dancingâ sent Apollo back years into his youth where he had been forced to learn. He had hated it, of course. Mostly because it was a requirement of him and because he was awful at it. He could never get the flow of the moves down just right and it frustrated the fuck out of him. His peers made jokes about him having two left feet and Apollo went with it because the truth was so much worse. He couldnât concentrate when his eyes would occasionally drift to the other boys dancing with the girls. He would try and try and try to keep his gaze on the girl holding his hand and moving in step with him. It was nearly impossible but he had done it.
Of course he had. What other choice did he have?Â
He shook the memory from his mind and the tint of a blush spread across his cheeks when he realized he had lost himself in the past. âI canât imagine you ballroom dancing,â Apollo commented honestly. But the idea of Isaac being bad at something was far too tempting to pass up. It irritated him sometimes that the other male seemed disgustingly good at everything. âMaybe one day you can show me.â He felt a warm, tingly feeling in the pit of his stomach. The sudden image of Apollo and Isaac dancing under the lights Isaac was known for castingâŠ
Suddenly, Apollo felt the pressure of Isaacâs forehead against his skin and he quickly brought his hand up to the back of the otherâs head, tangling in his fingers into the wet locks of hair. âDo you still have the collection?â Apollo hadnât been allowed animals either growing up but it hadnât bothered him all that much. The things he tended to love ...well...he didnât want to go there. âHave you ever thought about getting a pet now that youâre not at home? I mean, your mum canât really tell you ânoâ right? And if she does, who cares? Youâre an adult.â He rubbed at the back of Isaacâs head, feeling a flare of anger at Isaacâs mother for her rules that clearly hurt Isaac to some degree. âBut if you donât want to risk it we can have shared custody of Milo.âÂ
The smile that graced Apolloâs lips didnât last long. How could it with Isaacâs next question? A year from now, if he was lucky, he would still be stalling a wedding. His wedding. If he was lucky, in a year, he would still be with Isaac. Heâd still be at school studying. But Apollo knew that his father was growing impatient and more suspicious. He was running on borrowed time and it hurt. But looking at Isaac, Apollo couldnât break the news to him. He was going to continue to be selfish and keep the man to himself.Â
âI prefer to live in the moment rather than the future.â The lie flowed so smoothly from his lips. âAnd the only place I see myself in the next...half an hour or so is in your bed.â Apollo leaned forward and nipped at Isaacâs earlobe. âNaked and sweaty. What do you think about that?â
Starburst Smile || Apollo & Isaac
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