For ff-sunset-oasis
Blaise sauntered into the Slytherin common room and settled himself onto a sofa. He stretched out his legs and seemed to study his immaculately gleaming Dragonhide boots in the firelight.
Theo refocused his attention on his book with desperate determination. He would not be distracted by olive skin and dark eyes and impossibly long legs again. Blaise Zabini was everything he didn't want. Caustic sarcasm and impertinent smirks poured into six feet of lithe, graceful gorgeousness.
It was unfair.
"Are you just going to ignore me?"
The question forced Theo to look up. He petulantly placed a finger on a random place on the open pages and lifted a carefully bored expression at the speaker.
Blaise grinned at him.
Damn that grin.
"I'm reading," Theo said. He wanted to say more but Blaise stretched his arms out over his head, making his sweater and shirt ride up and exposing a ripple of perfect olive stomach and all thoughts fled his mind. His eyes were riveted on that little bit of skin.
He'd seen more of Blaise, of course. One doesn't share a dorm for six years without ever seeing each other starkers. But he hadn't had such a damnable crush at the time.
Theo liked his lips unconsciously; then, with a blush of mortification, snapped his head up to look at Blaise, who eyed him speculatively.
Blaise let one hand trail slowly along his chest, abdomen and thighs until it came to rest just above his knee.
Theo couldn't help the lust flaring up in him and knew he had done a bad job of hiding it. His cheeks reddened even more and he turned his attention back to his book, teeth gritted, one hand clenched to a fist underneath the book. His shoulders tensed when he heard Blaise open his mouth as if to brace himself against the inevitable taunt.
"There's more where that came from," Blaise purred.
Theo swallowed. He closed his eyes for only a moment and shook his head quickly, as if to rid himself of an annoying thought.
"I don't plan on being another notch on your bedpost, Zabini," he muttered, more to himself than in response to Blaise's invitation.
But Blaise sat close enough to hear him and muttered, equally quietly, "Maybe there's more to me than what meets the eye."
Theo froze. He didn't dare look up. He didn't dare respond.
He heard the sofa creak and then a shadow fell over his book, making it impossible to even pretend to read. A warm breath ghosted over his cheek as Blaise moved forward, his lips almost touching Theo's ear.
"Maybe you'd like to find out?"