bakerstreet | Hogwarts AU

"Food, butterbeer, friends." He smiles, "it's away from the school, teachers hardly ever go there." He adds easily, "You'll get to go to Zonkos, and Honeydukes finally." He adds with a yawn, the day of sun, beer, and good food butting into a relaxed and sleepy state.

"I do like butterbeer," Spot concedes. He trails his fingers over Marcus' arm idly.

"Honeydukes is the sweet shop, right?" His tone is casual, like he's just checking, but in truth he's pretty sure he's right and he's been dying to go there, he just won't admit it.

"Yeah, that's the sweet shop." He nods closing his eyes for a moment, "Get all kinds of stuff there." He muses, "I like the sugar quills and the chocolate. Wanna stay here or go sit by the fire with everyone before they start heading home?"

"Sugar quills sound good," Spot says with a faint smile.

"We can go over if you want..." he says a little reluctantly, he'd rather just stay here and enjoy being with Marcus and not have to face everybody else, but these people are all Marcus' friends, they probably want socialise with him and vice versa

When they get up Marcus laces his fingers through Sean's as they walk to the fire pit. When they sit down Marcus puts his arm around Spot's shoulder's as the chatter picks back up, there is some soft ribbing toward the couples. But soon fades into talk about the upcoming school year.

Spot has to fight back his smile as they walk back hand in hand, and yea he could get used to that. It's nice being able to touch someone else, being able to lean close as Marcus puts his arm around him, to lean his head against Marcus' shoulder without even really thinking about it. It's nice and it's comfortable and he likes it.

So when the ribbing comes, it's actually a pretty cheerful 'fuck you' that Spot responds with.

He mostly doesn't get involved in the conversation, though he throws in the occasional comment, he's content to just sit with Marcus and enjoy what it feels liket to actually, maybe belong somewhere.

Marcus smiles and after awhile people help clean up and start heading home. Marcus stretches yawning arms above his head, while Percy neurotically makes sure the fire is out. "That was fun." He says rubbing a hand over his face. "Between laying in the grass, the fire, and just dicking around, I need a shower." He laughs.

"Yea, you stink." Spot teases, nudging him with a shoulder and trying not to think about Marcus in the shower.

He is not successful. It's a good thought.

Just like thinking about staying over tonight, because most people seem to be heading home, and with Oliver and Percy obviously wanting to get their own alone time together, that means he's probably going to get a chance to spend more time with Marcus, just the two of them.

"Not as bad as you." Marcus retorts, they've finished cleaning as much as they can, they'll finish up in the morning, not that there's much left to do. "You staying?" Marcus asks as they head back inside, smiling a little.

"Fuck you I smell great." Spot shoots back, there's no heat in it at all.

"Yea, if that's okay?" he asks, tone casual but suddenly nervous that maybe Marcus doesn't want him there.

"That's why I ask, but yeah that's why I asked." He waiting until Percy and Oliver and have crept upstairs. "Come on." He says tugging Sean's wrist a little, so they can head upstairs.

The room is across the hall from the bathroom, it's most definitely a guestroom, but there is a bed, a desk with a pile of school work on it, a pile of uniforms that need to be washed his trunk and a few boxes of things he was able to pick up when his father was taken to Azkaban. His broom is placed carefully in the corner. But it still doesn't look like Marcus' room, aside from the Irish National team quilt on the bed.

Spot recognises the look - it's the same way 'his' room at home looks just now, like it's a guest room that Marcus has just moved into for the moment. He hopes it's the kind of look that passes eventually.

Unsure exactly what to do now, he just sits down on the bed, taking the place in.

Marcus sits down next to him and gives Sean a quick kiss before pulling off his sneakers. "You want to shower first?" He asks easily trying not to feel awkward, maybe if he had, had a normal father, or if he and his mom had gotten out, he would have had boyfriends in his room or tried too before. He smiles at Sean a little, before kissing him again. "We could go get breakfast tomorrow, or something."

"Nah it's okay, you go." Spot leaned back on his hands, feeling somehow a little more relaxed with the kisses. He liked kissing, he decided, it seemed to make everything that little bit better and easier.

"Breakfast sounds good."

Marcus grabs a clean pair of sleep shorts and a tank top and heads into the bathroom in the hall. He doesn't take long he kind of whats to get back to Sean, who is sitting on the bed in the guest room... room? It didn't really feel like his room. He actually missed his room, but he felt better here. He was allowed to date here, he was allowed to miss his mom here. He can safely have photo albums and photos of his mom and grandparents out without fear of his father deciding it was time to grow up and get rid of them.

It's not a long shower but he comes back a little more awake feeling fresh, towel on his head to keep his hair from dripping all over the place until it's a little drier. "Your turn." He smiles rubbing the towel through his hair.

Spot kind of wants to snoop while Marcus is showering but he's not actually an asshole so he doesn't, instead just lounging comfortably on the bed while he waits.

When Marcus comes back in he shoves himself to his feet and nod slightly, and he's about to go through to the bathroom when instead he grabs hold of Marcus' tank top and drags him down for another kiss.

Marcus smiles against Sean's lips and kisses him back towel falling to the ground as he puts his hand on the side of Sean's face. "Hi." He laughs leaning his forehead on Sean's hair still damp.

"Hey," Spot smirks, letting go of Marcus' top in favour of wrapping his arms round his waist instead.

Right now he kind of just wants to enjoy the fact that he can do this, that he can feel comfortable enough to indulge in his more tactile side, that he can just kiss Marcus because he wants to.

"You smell much better now." he teases.

Marcus laughs softly shaking his head kissing Sean again holding him close. He moves a little to kiss Sean's neck before pulling back. "You don't." He teases back yawning a little.

Spot's grip tightens a little when Marcus moves down to his neck and his tilts his head without even thinking about it to give him better access.

He pulls away at the comment though, snorting in amusement "fuck you too." He retorts "alright, I'm going to shower."

Marcus smiles and unwraps his arms slowly from around Sean's waist with a laugh. When Sean gets back from the shower he'll find Marcus sitting in the middle of the bed looking through the most recent issue of Quidditch Weekly, looking at the brooms in the back, circling ones he'd buy if he could... or now he guessed when he could. Little did he know about the coming bullshit with Malfoy, Malfoy's, dad and Snape.

Spot also comes back running a towel through his hair, he's changed into a pair of pyjamas pants and a vest top. The top shows an old, fairly large burn scar, spreading over one shoulder and disappearing under his shirt at the back.

He tosses the towel aside and smooths back his damp hair.

"Whatcha looking at?"

"Brooms." He says with a small smile circling another one while all of them are far nicer than the broom he has, none of them would be considered the very top of the line.

Marcus has his own burn scars hidden by the tank top, he doesn't like to show or talk about them. He doesn't bring up Sean's even when his eyes fall on it. If Sean did bring his up, Marcus would show his own. But it just didn't feel like something to talk about when they just started dating, hadn't even been friends very long.

"Thinking about getting a new one, but..." He shrugs he doesn't want to think about using some of the money for a new broom or a place to live right now. It just felt dirty, even if his mother and her parents had made sure he'd be set up for life if he was careful. The thought of touching that money so soon after she died just made him even more depressed.

Spot notices Marcus' eyes land on his shoulder and he tenses, forcing himself not to immediately try and turn away or cover it up. The tension eases when Marcus just continues without commenting on it, and he moves over to sit beside the other boy, leaning into his space to look at the brooms as well.

"Ain't nothing wrong with that. It's like an investment, right? Spending money on a broom's like a career thing for you."

"Depend on how this year and next go, or if they even want someone who got held back a year." He says circling one more, but it's one he would never buy for himself.

He puts the quill and magazine on the table and looks at Sean with a small smile and shrug and kisses him. "Still the goal though." He says letting out a slow breath. He flicks his wand to turn off the lights and flops back on the bed, with a long yawn. "Should get some sleep." He says rubbing his eyes.

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