Chapter Six-Messages
Upstairs in Colin's room, the blonde was opening letters-the first was from Dennis...explaining the recent events that occured in his absence and giving some humor which caused the elder Creevey to chuckle. He opened the others-the ones from Hannah and Ernie both had multiple authors (Justin, Zacharias, Luna and Susan.). Neville, Cormac and Percy's letters followed suit.
Besides the usual news, each letter expressed their utter shock and concern over their bubbly companion. Dennis surely explained how the hell Colin got into this mess. Percy's gave him the most information -a brief history about the life's debt and laws regarding human enslavement due to that.
In short, he was in the clear in his servant's station. However, there were reports that some weren't so lucky in the past...some people ended up abused, as sex slaves or murdered on the spot because of bitter blood between families. Colin literally sighed in relief, thankful the laws were reformed and that his lord was merciful. Cormac's letter demanded that he kept him and everyone else updated. Although he was an arrogant tough guy...he was protective over his photo-happy buddy.
There was one message of Luna's, however, that caught his attention: '-Don't be afraid to give the pining crup some love...and watch out for two blast-ended skrewts with high libidoes.-'
'Ok, I know who one of them is but who the fuck is the other? It sure as hell isn't Vaisey...at least not for me.'
The Slytherins stayed up for a little while longer before heading to bed. Vaisey and Urquhart being the first to turn in. Miles headed to his door, glancing at Colin's momentarily before stepping inside. Six other pairs of feet shuffled in behind him, locking and silencing the room.
Terence was the first to speak. "Bletchley, mate, we gotta talk."
The Keeper sat on his bed. "Ok, what about?"
Adrian crossed his arms "It's about Urquhart..he's..he.."
"He wants to fuck Colin." Leave it to Flint to put it rather bluntly.
Miles's green eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. I watched that shithead practically eye-fuck him earlier today."
"It's true, why else would he have brought Colin into the conversation?" Graham noted, sitting in the deskchair.
Bletchley rubbed his forehead in irritation. "I fucking knew something was wrong...goddamn it! Of all people for a new conquest, he had to choose him!"
Lucian tried to placate the fuming Keeper. "Calm down, mate. Now, I'm not gonna lie to you, we all know he's never failed with every person he sought out. Half relented at first, then eventually gave in. That's how he sees Colin. He'll seek out his target, wear him down and take what he wants. He hasn't had a virgin in a long time so he will put forth extra effort. I don't think you need to worry about Colin's behavior, he doesn't like him given what we saw at school. But I do think it's time for you to move in. You need to let him know that you love him...soon."
Warrington sat next to his best friend, further elaborating. "I don't mean to sound like a total dick, seriously, but you need to fuck him before Urquhart..or anyone else does. You can't be quiet anymore, thus, you can't wait until September. Even there, I've seen some wandering eyes flit over in his direction."
Miles sat there, letting it all sink in. "You're right. I can't put it off anymore. I just can't...I don't even want to think about potentially losing him, either. I need to tell Colin but I don't want to seem pushy. What am I going to do? How will I go about this? I don't even know if he's into men."
Flint shot him a grin...white, crooked teeth glinting in the light. "Believe me, he is. He hasn't looked at a girl since late in his third year. Trust me on this. Just take it a day at a time...hint around at him, get closer, maybe have a little privacy by locking yourselves in a closet? Worked for me and Percy...still does."
Miles snorted. Yes, he and his close friends knew about Marcus seeing Percy.
Personally, he didn't really have a problem with the redhead since he was more Snake than anything, though the Prefect refuses to admit it...at least aloud in public.
"You know, I think I will...but I hope he'll love me just as I love him. Honestly, I've loved that boy for too long to even consider allowing Urquhart or anyone else to get a hold of him."
"Good, don't. You'd be a fucking idiot to let him slip away. Well, we're going to bed. 'Night, Bletchley."
"Goodnight." He watched his friends exit the room. Miles rose, stretching his heavily muscled arms over his head. The Snake grabbed a towel and headed to the shower. Adjusting the temperature, he stood underneath the heated water, letting it cascade down his well-developed body. As he let the streams relax his muscles; he pictured a special someone stepping in, wrapping his arms around his waist, softly kissing his lips.
In his mind's eye, he could see Colin nipping gently across his neck, running those piano player-like hands up his back and over his chest as he bent down to wrap full, rosy lips around his throbbing cock...taking him all the way to the base. Miles's breath became labored at the image he projected for many nights on end as he reached in between his legs, firmly grasping that appendage. He growled at the sensation, leaning against the shower wall as he began to stroke. Several minutes and some rough tugs later, Miles gasped, covering his hand with sticky, pearly fluid.
"Fuck...Colin, you are definitely as good as mine."
Two days pass and it was Friday. Colin was in the garden, trimming roses to place in Lady Bletchley's crystal vases while the guys were playing Quidditch.
"Damn it, Bletchley! You better not be getting soft on me! Defend the damn goalpost!" Flint barked at the redhead. Even during vacation, he's a dictator for the game. Miles missed the quaffle, it sailed through the goalpost, landing next to Colin on the grass.
"Hm?" he stopped trimming.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll get the damn quaffle...don't have a cow." he grumbled, sailing over to the garden. Upon reaching the rosebushes, he smiled at the lovely picture before him. There Colin was, surrounded by snow white roses. The hue was lightly contrasting with his pale skin as he rummaged about, bending down for something.
Feeling someone was watching him, Colin grabbed the reddish-brown quaffle and stood back up, smiling. "Lose something?"
"I sure did."
"Here you go. It's kinda hot out so, I'll bring you guys some lemonade and snacks." Colin handed over the quaffle, Miles reached...gently grazing his fingers as he reclaimed it.
"Thanks, Colin." Giving him one last grin, the Keeper flew away.
Colin felt a slight heat rise to his cheeks as he looked after him. There was something about that smile...it was contagious. A mutual grin stretched across the blonde's lips as he replayed that image. He was lost in thought for minute until he saw the guys approaching.
'Oh yeah...snacks.' he collected two of the crystal vases and headed into the kitchen.
"Hey, where's Creevey? Thought I saw him a moment ago.'' Terence queried as the snakes took a seat around the patio table.
"Oh, he said he was going to fetch us lemonade and snacks.'' Miles replied, setting down his broom.
"Sweet, I'm parched."
Kaiser stood, peering over his shoulder. "I'm heading to the loo. Don't wait up."
As he waltzed away, Cassius muttered under his breath. ''Don't worry, we won't.''
Miles glared silently, praying that fucker would hurry up.
Inside the kitchen, Colin was alone, pouring the citrus beverage into some tall glasses. Filling the last one, he placed the empty jug into the sink. "There we go...that's done.'' he stiffened, feeling as though someone was behind him. Turning around, Colin found himself pinned against the counter...his nostrils bombarded with the scent of Italian cologne mixed with sweat and some type of shampoo.
"Hello, my sweet. Miss me? Because I sure missed you." Kaiser purred, pressing his body flush against Colin's.
Colin squirmed to free himself. "Get off me, Urquhart. And no, I did not miss you!"
The snake chuckled, running his fingers across Colin's jaw. "Come now, I didn't walk all the way here to hurt you. Just wanted to give my little lion a 'good afternoon' kiss...now that shouldn't be too hard. How about it, beautiful?" he brushed his lips over Colin's neck, tracing his fingers up and down Colin's spine, making him shiver and not in a good way.
''N-No...I-I don't want a kiss.'' 'Especially from you. I'd rather kiss Mrs. Norris.'
Kaiser leaned up, locking onyx orbs with sky blue. "Why not? I assure you, you'd love my kisses. And after that, maybe later on tonight...you can come up to my room and I'll show you a wonderful time. What do you say?"
A loud smack echoed throughout the kitchen, Urquhart's head was turned to the right. Colin shot him a deadly glare and shook himself of Kaiser's grip. The lion placed the glasses and treats onto a cart and wheeled them out onto the patio. Kaiser licked his lips and smirked, soon following Creevey.
''Feisty, just the way I like 'em.''
Everyone was being served their drinks, snacking and chatting away.
Flint saw Kaiser out the corner of his eye, and spat his lemonade all over the pavement, bursting with laughter. "Ha! Nice welt ya got there! Must've been one hell of a trip, huh?!"
Montague raised his dark eyebrows in amusement. "Yes, how did you accomplish that on a simple trek to the bathroom?" he faced Colin for an answer.
The blonde responded non-chalantly. "A fly landed on his face when he got out, so I smacked it."
Kaiser smirked further ''Could've warned me.''
"Well, if I did, it would have gotten away. And I detest flies...'' he narrowed his eyes directly onto Urquhart as he spoke.
Miles swallowed his biscuit calmly. He knew exactly why Colin slapped Kaiser and he was so proud of him, too. Colin was not going to fall victim and end up as another notch on Urquhart's bedpost. 'Way to go, Col. I knew you were better than that.'
"Think you can bring some more lemonade? I'm thirsty.." Terence asked, tapping his glass.
"Sure, I need to make more though. I'll be back shortly."
"I'll follow you. I need to move, anyway." Miles rose from his chair and followed Colin inside.
Adrian grinned at the slight scowl on Urquhart's face. 'Aw...too bad, so sad.'
Back in the kitchen, Colin was rummaging around for the ingredients. The basket of lemons, magical juicer and the ice were already on the counter, but the sugar was up in the pantry.
"Ok, I need a stool.." Colin muttered, picking up the wooden stepstool on his right, positioning it front of the shelves. The sugar was at the top. ''Why the bloody hell is the sugar all the way up here?"
"Well, I used to get into it a lot as a child so the parents ordered for it to stay out of my reach." Miles supplied, startling the blonde, causing him to almost fall back.
"Whoa-oh! Oof!" he felt a pair of strong arms catch him before he crashed to the stone floor. That would have been painful.
"Sorry I frightened you. Are you alright?" Miles said softly, turning Colin around in his arms.
"I uh..I'm ok now.'' he blushed. They were still chest to chest and Miles had his hands around his waist from where he caught him.
"That's good. We would've had to call a healer if you received a concussion."
"I might have if you didn't catch me." Colin nervously replied, averting his eyes.
Miles smiled at the sight. 'If only you could see how adorable you look right now. If you wanted me to, I would ravish you right here in this pantry.'
The close proximity was having an effect on Colin-the heat, the scent of cologne mixed with sweat and bodywash, and something that was entirely Miles. He couldn't explain how in words, but it felt much better than Kaiser. The aura wasn't threatening or domineering...it relaxed him. If he could elaborate, he would say it made him feel safe. It was rather wonderful. The silence was getting awkward.
"Um...I gotta finish the lemonade. The guys are waiting on us.."
"If you say so.." Miles grinned.
"Uh, could you...let me go first?"
"Oh.." Bletchley slowly removed his hands, mourning the emptiness in his arms when Colin padded past him, preparing the new batch. 'The guys could always wait, you know...'
*Snickers* Am I the only one who loved the bitchslap? XD