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Albus’ heart pounds wildly, threatening to break from his ribcage, the palpitations that he has long since grown accustomed to making a steady comeback as his green eyes latch onto the striking silver eyes. His breath remains lodged in his throat, stubborn in its refusal to escape.
"So—so is that a yes or no?"
“I—I don’t—Al, you’re asking me to kiss you!”
“For experimental reasons!”
An uneasy laugh bubbles from his lips—the very same that Albus finds rather hard to take his eyes from, it’s Scorpius’ fault they’re so enticing—as he links his hands in front of him, “I mean, yes I’m rather curious—but I don’t want it to become awkward afterwards!”
“It won’t! I swear—”
His voice noticeably raises, “It’s already awkward right now!”
Albus tilts his head to the side, eyes squinted in what appears to be a calculating look, a frown tugging at the tips of his lips. The palpitations increase in their intensity as he slowly releases his breath, trepidation and adrenalin racing through his bloodstream in a fast-paced tango, “Scorpius, I would like acquaint my face with yours for purely scientific and experimental purposes. There, satisfied?”
The tips of his lips lift upwards, “Truly impressive. I really thought you would stop at ‘acquaint’.”
“It was tempting.”
Silence stretches between them, a string taut with tension. His heartbeat thrums loud enough for the entirety of Scotland to hear, his thoughts running loose and wild through his brain—if he had to choose one, it would have been nearly impossible.
Scorpius starts, back straightening as an inane mumble escapes him before clamming his mouth shut.
Bugger, bugger, bugger.
Albus knew it to be a bad idea, but to think that it would elicit such a response—it might be time for him to beg his aunt to take the time-turner for a spin.
Bloody, bleeding, bugger.
He hesitates, taking a step forward and rearing himself up for the inevitable, but Scorpius beats him to it.
“I—alright, sure. Just a platonic kiss. One platonic kiss. Purely experimental.” He rubs his hands together, then against his robes. “Right. Let’s get into it.”
The words inspires something akin to euphoric elation within him, and he’s too swept up to make any considerable attempts at reining in the triumphant smile blooming on his face—but Scorpius is busy feigning indifference and avoiding eye-contact to notice.
Apprehension sparks deep down, and he blurts out the words before he can think against it, “I need some mints though.”
No takebacks, almost follows it, but Albus regains enough sense of control to trap them to the confines of his mind.
Scorpius laughs, the sound sweet and unbridled, “There’s some in the drawer.”
“So—so we’re doing this now?”
“If you want to. We—can do it later too...” he trails off, and Albus shakes his head.
“No, now’s good.”
“Right then,” Scorpius stands up, hesitates as their eyes meet before walking to the drawer by his bed, pulling a metal box and turning around to shove it at him. “—here you go.”
Albus takes it from him slowly, popping one in his mouth before flinging it onto the bed, grey orbs following his movements.
Fucking hell, this was a terrible idea.
Who the everloving fuck even initiated this?
Right, him.
He ought take a trip to St. Mungos when this is all over.
He’s backing out.
Albus moves towards his best friend, his feet taking a step after another on its own violation—but he can hardly fault his hormones for wanting to snog his crush.
This is going to be so awkward—though not if Albus can help it.
Decision made, he breathes in, letting out the flow of air slowly, his heart thumping soundly within his chest—and wraps his fingers around Scorpius’ wrists, tugging him closer.
Their noses bump against each other, kindling the identical soft smiles, and when their lips meet, the world spins off its axis.
Albus sighs into Scorpius’ lips, silver eyes disappearing behind the fluttering eyelids as he closes his own—it’s a soft caress, sweet and insistent, one hand cool on his back and the other tangled into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp as his mouth parts to let out a low groan in response to the press of his teeth on Scorpius’ lower lip.
Their teeth clack against each other, but that’s alright because they’re both new to this, it’s still glorious, wonderful—the minty swirls dancing atop his tongue and, no doubt, his.
I like this, I like you, I fancy you.
They break apart, breathless, smiling at each other through the embarrassing pants, foreheads barely touching.
I fancy you.
I fancy your dorkiness, I fancy your eyes, I fancy your bum, your wiity quips, your kindness, your hilarity.
You.
Don’t stop.
“Don’t stop,” he murmurs, pressing the tips of his toes to the green carpet and Scorpius meets him halfway, jubilation coursing through his veins like a song, unrestrained
A muffled sound pours into his mouth and Albus laughs when he comprehends them.
“I won’t.”
Perhaps Albus should start taking more of these heart-stopping risks, even as they jeopardize his safety.