#I ship them so hard aaaaarg

[masterofthelivingforce]

a kiss on the corner of the mouth (eh why not XD)

Spots to kiss

a drunken kiss

The night was pleasant. The fire crackled in the fireplace, Fawkes slept on his perch, his head under his wing, their daemons were play-fighting over a piece of string, and the firewiskey was pleasantly cool as it went down Quinn’s throat.

Definitely a pleasant night. But then again, a night spent in Albus’ company could only ever be pleasant.

Quinn’s head buzzed pleasantly. He knew his tolerance well enough to know that he’d better stop pouring himself firewhiskey if he wanted to keep himself on the ‘nice side’ of tipsy. The magizoologist looked away from the liquor bottle to the young man sitting next to him, who looked similarly inebriated, going by his wide (if a bit unfocused) smile.

“Come on,” Quinn said, getting up and pulling Albus up with him. “Time to go home.” Albus smiled even wider at that, but as soon as he took a step he tripped on his own feet, arms flailing as he tried not to lose his balance.

“Woah, steady there!” Quinn caught him, of course, but that incident made him re-evaluate his friend’s sobriety. “Alright, maybe it’s not a good idea to let you disapparate yourself home.” Too bad Quinn had no idea where Albus lived - they’d always met at Quinn’s, as the young man had never invited him at his place. Oh well.

“I got a guest room, you can stay over,” Quinn offered. “What do you think?”

The magizoologist was still holding Albus’ arm where he’d grabbed him to prevent him from falling flat on his nose. Several different emotions flashed over the younger’s face, too fast for Quinn to be able to read them - but whatever he was thinking of Albus must have come to some sort of decision, for his eyes glinted in mischief. 

Quinn realized that Albus was about to kiss him just half a second before the ginger tipped his head up and closed the distance that still separated them, laying a kiss on the corner of Quinn’s mouth. 

The older wizard went through a short but intense bout of debate with himself - was Albus aiming for a friendly kiss on the cheek and had miscalculated or had he aimed for a more-than-friends kiss on the mouth and had, well, miscalculated?

Well, one easy way to sort that out.

The two were almost of a height, which meant that it was very easy for Quinn to turn his head of just a fraction and kiss Albus square on the mouth. 

Either Albus had meant it as a friendly gesture and would push him away (and Quinn could blame his reaction on the alcohol), or his friend staying for the night could become a common occurrence.