Gus watched Basil with bated breath. Would he suddenly remember? Be angry? Be disgusted that Gus still thought he was incapable of feeling romantic feelings toward a woman? Fingers raking through his hair, Gus let out a small huff as he mirrored what the other did. Ten years ago Basil may have looked like he did now: hair disheveled with wide eyes with a constant question as to why, although he was much more refined now. Sometimes Gus wanted to walk by and mess with his hair, push him against a wall and kiss him just so he had an excuse to run his fingers through it, but he didn’t. He knew he wouldn’t take kindly to that.
Basil crossed the small gap between them and Gus sighed softly, finding any words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. Instead the Hufflepuff watched his face closely for any flicker of emotion, although nothing broke through the confusion that was cleanly written across his face. He wasn’t going to rehash their argument. There was not a single bone in his body that wanted to watch Basil agree with what he’d said on that cliff - Gus had fallen in love quite a few times since his time with Basil and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he was capable of loving another man.
Fingers brushed against his face and he leaned into the touch. His eyes fluttered closed as the other stepped into his space; they shot open as he felt a pair of lips against his once more. What was Basil trying to prove? That they were seventeen? That a mistake was just a mistake and something that could be forgiven? Not that Gus would ever apologize for telling him he was in love; he was never good at hiding any type of emotion and wore his heart on his sleeve. He wanted to weigh his options - how angry Basil was going to be when he finally remembered! - but instead Gus sighed into the kiss as he felt his arms wrap around his waist. Then he was forced to take a step back until his back hit a wall and he found his fingers tangling into his robes as he pulled him closer.
Kissing Basil felt like coming home. It made all his time in Egypt feel insignificant, as if he'd been merely passing time waiting for this exact moment. Perhaps that was why Gus never felt the urge to permanently return to London - what was the point when home wanted nothing to do with him? The idea was unfair, but his brain didn’t let him dwell on it - Gus wanted to live in the here and now, and he kissed Basil knowing this was the last chance he’d ever get. (Oh, how much his heart was going to hurt and how much he’d wish he could love anyone else even a fraction of how much he loved Basil Foxwood.)
When he finally broke the kiss he found he had nowhere to go and he didn’t want to push Basil away from him. He knew, vaguely, this wasn’t his shot to fix anything. In fact he’d probably just ruined what little progress they’d made. Was kissing him worth it? (Probably.) He raked his fingers through his hair and offered a lopsided smile. “That wasn’t fair.” Gus finally whispered.
Basil crossed the small gap between them and Gus sighed softly, finding any words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. Instead the Hufflepuff watched his face closely for any flicker of emotion, although nothing broke through the confusion that was cleanly written across his face. He wasn’t going to rehash their argument. There was not a single bone in his body that wanted to watch Basil agree with what he’d said on that cliff - Gus had fallen in love quite a few times since his time with Basil and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he was capable of loving another man.
Fingers brushed against his face and he leaned into the touch. His eyes fluttered closed as the other stepped into his space; they shot open as he felt a pair of lips against his once more. What was Basil trying to prove? That they were seventeen? That a mistake was just a mistake and something that could be forgiven? Not that Gus would ever apologize for telling him he was in love; he was never good at hiding any type of emotion and wore his heart on his sleeve. He wanted to weigh his options - how angry Basil was going to be when he finally remembered! - but instead Gus sighed into the kiss as he felt his arms wrap around his waist. Then he was forced to take a step back until his back hit a wall and he found his fingers tangling into his robes as he pulled him closer.
Kissing Basil felt like coming home. It made all his time in Egypt feel insignificant, as if he'd been merely passing time waiting for this exact moment. Perhaps that was why Gus never felt the urge to permanently return to London - what was the point when home wanted nothing to do with him? The idea was unfair, but his brain didn’t let him dwell on it - Gus wanted to live in the here and now, and he kissed Basil knowing this was the last chance he’d ever get. (Oh, how much his heart was going to hurt and how much he’d wish he could love anyone else even a fraction of how much he loved Basil Foxwood.)
When he finally broke the kiss he found he had nowhere to go and he didn’t want to push Basil away from him. He knew, vaguely, this wasn’t his shot to fix anything. In fact he’d probably just ruined what little progress they’d made. Was kissing him worth it? (Probably.) He raked his fingers through his hair and offered a lopsided smile. “That wasn’t fair.” Gus finally whispered.
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