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“Cause, your love is a fucking drag,” Hexmaster Kevin Creeley mumbles along with the music protruding from him, walking down a corridor before taking a right.
Old habits take forever to die, this one, however, he didn't mind as much. Kevin was currently making his way to the starting patch of grass that lead to Playtime, something he'd started doing a handful of years ago, in his Beast Teacher days. He, stupidly, have a lot more responsibilities now but this time of day is too important to be ignored, he'll do the paperwork in the damn dirt if he has to. Amazingly, today, isn't a day he has any papers that need immediate eyes or that any he considered needing his attention.
In his satchel, in the pit of bag void, held a loved copy of “Much Ado About Nothing,” a playwright by one William Shakespeare. Kevin doesn't give an invis-bat’s rat ass about the writer, but Edgar gave him a big frumble of a rant with the brightest eyes when he learned that Kevin never even heard of this specific play and he caved immediately. Well, mentally he did, he made sure to banter with the man more before he gave in. Can't have the tall twat getting any ideas.
So, there he was walking through a random archway before hands appeared around his waist and he was shoved into janitor closet, with his back against the door and face to face with the very same Dr. Edgar Allan. The other’s arm had flew up behind Kevin's head to ensure it hit his arm instead the wall. The arm that wasn't protecting him was pinning him to the wall, boxing the shorter in and giving him nothing to look at but Edgar. Making that 30 centimeters difference extremely prevalent. Kevin's eyes goes wide, taking in everything he could: Edgar’s long ponytail softly resting on his black, gothic, ruffled top, the thin frames that make his brilliant blue eyes look bigger in a way that should be a crime in Kevin's humble opinion.
The lyric of “But I need it so bad” rang out before Kevin’s shock cuts off his music, he finds the verse pathetically true to his situation which isn’t fucking helping.
“I need you!” Edgar blustered out, accidentally sending extremely wrong signals… Or their relationship is about to drastically change.
“Did you eat Ambrosia again?” Was that what it was called? Uhh, ambrosia, amortsia?… His eyes are very pretty- UGLY! PRETTY UGLY. Stupid gay thoughts, shut up.
This made Edgar falter and for them to owlishly blink. “I didn't eat the food of the gods?” Oh, yeah, Ambrosia was the fruit of immortality.
“Shit, Amortentia, then?” Edgar goes red and unhands Kevin, taking a step back, his eyes still wide.
Good, he can think a lot straighter now. Kevin mentally smacks himself, as the pun was very much not intended.
The sex drug of the fog surrounding the school was rare and strong, and tall idiot tried one before doing proper research. He was looking for bacca rubrum, something that had a green vine, not a red one. Thankfully for all parties, Monty recognized the mistake and that Roland can cure diseases, so nothing happened beyond the boys never letting him live it down.
Smart but dorkily impulsive. Dork meaning whale penis. Adorkably is…n’t what he was looking for, fuck off.
“That's not why I brought you here!”
“Then, why? How did you even find me?” Kevin questioned, his arms crossing at his chest, causing Edgar to replace the distance they just made and pull their hands down. They begins cradling Kevin's smaller hands in his, his fingers gently grazing patterns on Kevin's skin.
The two pair eyes met, oceanic blue meeting emerald, locking and holding the gaze. The two man just stood there for an extended minute, holding hands and eye contact, seemingly forgetting the questions. It was just Edgar and Kevin, no teacher and Hexmaster, nothing more than just them.
Kevin accidentally allowed himself the question of whether or not the non-binary man in front of him would hold Kevin's breath too…
Suddenly Edgar’s head jerked into the right as their eyes scrunched, affectively ruining the moment between them.
“Gah! Ugh..” left the taller's mouth, involuntarily.
Kevin, alarmed, reached up, a hand flew to his cheek and jaw as the other lead him back to facing him. Edgar’s hands transferred to resting on Kevin's waist. His eyes littering rapid attention over his face, scanning for any possible damage. A targeted psychic attack, even in the safety of the school, wasn't impossible and Kevin was ready to use the sound of his own fast heart beat to heal Edgar at the first sign of genuine damage.
“Yeah, yeah, message received, Poe.” Edgar thanked as his head fell forward, mindful to not hurt Kevin as he did so.
“Ah, the Crow felt ignored again, huh?” Kevin jokes as his mouth pulled into a lazy smirk. Unbeknownst to him, the movement reminding Edgar how much they wanted to kiss those exact lips.
Edgar shakes his head, “He was telling me how much Roland did not believe me.”
Oh, that's right, this towering person was still a hurrid liar. Some credit is due, Kevin shrugs, Edgar could lie and stupidly well, but he still struggles to lie to the other Brave Boys and all the people in their year. His endearing and stupid stammer reappears, despite Edgar’s rigorous training.
“How am I covering for your ass, today, Allan?”
“Roland walked in on me inviting both Melty to his surprise party, th-the one in July!” How many did they have for the sunny fuck that Edgar needed to specify? “And I end up panicking and said I invited them to skate with me.”
3. The group has 3 so far. Kevin shrugs, “I got you. As always.” He just going to buy Morty and Melvin tickets to one of Roland's shows and tell Roland upon being asked.
“You always do- Uh, oh, you typically walk this path on Wednesday.”
Kevin falters, a hand that lead the other’s face fell to their shoulder. His head turned so he could stare at the floor as if it was going to suddenly open up and tell him that Edgar was right and that Kevin was an idiot, because how did Kevin not notice his own patterns but Edgar did?
Kevin was snapped from his thoughts when Edgar leaned into the remaining hand embrace. His face reddens as his breath hitched.
Okay, okay, this is.. He- He needs to get to the Playtime, with… With Sarge, yes, Sarge! Oh fuck, he's fucked, isn't he?
“Don't you have planning, Doctor?”
Edgar blinks slowly as if they wanted to commit the scene in front of them before they suddenly seemingly heard what he said. He pulled an arm from Kevin's waist to look his watch, and the curse that left his mouth caught the ginger off guard. That under-the-breath noise did too much to Kevin if you asked him.
Edgar used the other arm that was wrapped around his waist and gently swung him to swap their places so they could open the door that Kevin was still on… He forgot that he was, damn that ranger and his ability to draw all of his attention.
Edgar gives him a quick hug and a promise to see him at lunch, and raced out the door- after he ensured that he didn't hit Kevin on the way out.
Kevin ended up banging his head on the door, by his own desire.
Fuck, fuck these gay thoughts, these gay feelings. His heart JUST had to the pick the 198.12 cm tall, black hair, blue eyed heart stopper who just happened to be his best friend for 2 DECADES.
And his employee now, as if any of the Brave Boys actually think of him as their employer.
With a deep breath, he starts making "Novacaine" by Fall Out Boy play again, and attempt to push out the memory of the last... 5 minutes? It felt like an eternity. A really good eternity- No. No.
He walks out, and makes it to the Playtime just in time for Sarge played the stupidly loud horn. He casually followed behind the charging children until he was standing with the woman.
“Aren't you late.”
“Sorry, ma'am.” Listen, no part of him now being her boss will change the fact that he is scared shitless of her.
“Are you going to tell me why?”
“Personal business.”
“Because Allan can't lie for shit?”
“Because Allan can't lie for shit.”