Friday afternoon. The empty classroom, the pile of tests on his desk, the rays of a sunset which peeked through the large windows and landed on his figure, warming him up. Newt adored moments like these.
He heard a soft, hesitant knock on the door and called "Come in!" while still scribbling down on the paper. His head snapped up when the person was in front of his desk. It was Credence.
"Mr. Scamander?" Credence started shyly, and Newt hummed, encouraging him to continue. "Uh, my dad. My dad wanted to invite you over for dinner today. If you don't have other plans, that is." Credence finished quickly and waited for Newt's answer almost with pleading eyes.
Newt, on the other hand, was slightly nervous, and this feeling was mostly because of that dad. He thought it was in the heat of the moment and the crush he had for Mr. Graves will fade away quickly, except it didn't and the periodical visits at school which Graves made, weren't helping much.
"Oh, sure, Credence, sure." Newt stuttered and couldn't help but smile at the happy face the teen made.
"Alright! Thank you, Mr. Scamander!" Credence beamed and took out a piece of paper, scribbling energetically something on it before handing it to his teacher. "Here, the address. We'll wait for you at seven!" He added and skipped away through the door, leaving a confused Newt behind.
He eyed his watch. Three hours left and he realized he was a mess. He gathered his things and rushed to his apartment.
Newt showered and spent almost an half of hour to choose his outfit. Ridiculousness! As he tried to tame his messy hair a bit, he kept convincing himself that no, this isn't a date. Does it count as one if Credence will be there with them?
He watched himself in the mirror for another five minutes before slipping into his shoes and leaving. He stopped by a store, because he's well-mannered and knows that it will be nice of him to buy something, which turned out to be a bottle of good wine (mind him, he has great taste not only in sorts of tea) and chocolate, the last being mostly for Credence.
Newt exited the store and squinted at the piece of paper Credence gave him earlier. Realizing that the place wasn't too far from his current location, Newt decided to take a walk there. He was slow, unhurried and it made him think, think about a lot of things which happened to him the past year, the persons he met, the happy memories he had of them. How he became a teacher, his students, Credence and Mr. Graves.
He stopped in front of the house and gaped at it for a moment. It was impressing on the outside and he wondered how it looks inside. He stood in front of the door for good five minutes nervously shifting from one leg to another and for a moment even considered running away, but thought it would be so immature of him to behave like this.
Newt finally knocked on the door and it swung open almost immediately, revealing no other one than Percival Graves himself, in an apron and flashing a bright grin at him.
"Mr. Graves, good evening." Newt said, trying his best to not stare, because it's not polite to stare at people like he was going to.
"Yes, good evening, Mr. Scamander. Come in." Graves replied and ushered Newt inside. Newt offered the goods he brought and Graves smirked at him when he saw the wine. He wasn't sure if he did alright. Graves took his coat and guided him to the living room, where Newt took a seat on the couch, while Graves disappeared into the kitchen.
"I have to finish the dinner. Feel free to wander around." Graves' voice echoed.
Newt looked around in awe. He never had the opportunity to visit such a house. It was big, but also very cozy and warm. There was a wall full of photos, family photos and in all of them Credence smiled.
"Mr. Scamander!" Credence beamed beside him and Newt jumped, flushing. He didn't observe when he got there.
"Oh, Credence, I- good evening." Newt replied. Credence smiled up at him and they both sat on the couch, exchanging questions and answers from time to time. It was awkward at first, but Credence was such a good interlocutor that Newt eventually relaxed and enjoyed their little conversation.
"But Mr. Scamander, we don't have a housekeeper." Credence said, amused and Newt gaped at him for a moment. So, Graves is cooking, doing laundry and cleaning? All by himself? This man is a dream on two legs, seriously.
"Guys!" Graves' voice echoed again and Newt sighed when his heart jumped in his chest "Dinner's ready!"
Graves appeared and leaned on the door frame, making Newt gulp as the shirt he was wearing raised a bit, revealing a patch of skin on his well-toned abdomen.
"We're coming!" Credence voiced and dragged his teacher enthusiastically into the dinning room. They sat at the table and Newt was purely astonished by the meal. The first bite made him close his eyes and moan in pleasure at the taste. This was better than anything he ate in his entire life.
Credence smiled smugly beside him and Graves, well, Graves stared at him, his eyes dark and knuckles white as he kept squeezing the poor fork in his hand. Newt blushed and squirmed under that intense gaze. He ate the rest, trying to avoid looking at Graves directly as they attempted to make small talk.
Newt was feeling hot, like the air around him burned. He promptly excused himself to use the bathroom and Credence guided him to it.
When the door closed behind him, Newt went directly for the sink and splashed cold water on his face. He raised his head and stared at himself in the mirror. His reflection watched back and he cursed silently. He was wrecked. The blush was expanded way down his neck and his eyes were kind of glassy, probably because of the wine, but then again, despite the fact he didn't drink often, he could hold his liquor, and he definitely didn't feel drunk. At least not because of the wine, but rather the man he was crushing on.
Graves looked gorgeous even in a simple shirt and plain jeans, and Newt just wasn't able to ignore the muscles flexing under that patch of creamy skin on Graves' hands, where he rolled up his sleeves and the way those jeans just hugged his lower body in all the right places.
Newt cursed again and tried to calm down his hammering heart and uneven breath. He got out after two minutes, going back to the dinning room, but found there only Graves, sitting alone at the table and playing with the wine glass between his long fingers.
Dark eyes raised up to look at him and Newt stuttered out "And Credence?"
"Oh, don't worry," Graves paused to smile "Credence is upstairs." He shrugged, downing the last bits of wine in the glass "Doing homework, as he said."
"I. I see." Newt replied and sit back at his place. As if feeling how tense Newt was, Graves managed to drag the man into a conversation, and soon enough, Newt relaxed and found himself enjoying Graves' company as they talked about work mostly, but also about Credence.
They finished the dinner and Newt, being Newt, offered to help with the dishes, at which, Graves shook his head amused.
"There's no need for that, Mr. Scamander. It's not polite to let the guest do such a thing." He said, but Newt has stubbornness in his blood, so obviously he insisted until Graves gave up.
They found themselves in the kitchen, hip to hip, in a comfortable silence, as Newt washed and Graves dried the dishes. After a bit, Newt got distracted and started humming to himself. He almost dropped the plate he had in his hand and blushed madly when Graves chuckled beside him. He wanted to pout, but couldn't, he stared awestruck at Graves' joyful smile. Graves has a very charming smile, that is. He felt his own lips quirking up and mirroring Graves' expression.
Graves watched him again and Newt felt so small, so vulnerable under that gaze that he wanted to run away. He felt like prey, eye-to-eye with its predator. Newt tried to distance himself from Graves, because the atmosphere around them suddenly changed, it became intense and sparks surely were flying, he wasn't sure he could keep it in anymore, but Graves seemed to have the same problem, and he wasn't going shy away like Newt though.
Newt felt a strong body pressed against his and gasped at the gentle, yet firm grip on his waist. Graves' face was inches away from his and he forgot how to breathe. Newt closed his eyes sensing Graves whispering his name against his lips and he sighed, relaxing in Graves' arms as that started kissing him softly, as if being afraid to scare Newt away, but Newt shyly kissed back as his hands wandered around Graves' neck and pulled him closer.
Their bodies were pressed flush against each other as their mouths moved almost frantically, tongues tangling and teeth nipping, short breaths, gasps and moans mixing. They forgot about everything in their surroundings, and stopped abruptly only when someone cleared their throat awkwardly. Both of Newt and Graves' heads snapped in said direction.
Credence stayed there, in the doorway and was that a smirk on his lips? They gaped at the teen as that moved to the fridge, took a bottle of water and walked back as if there was nothing he would be shocked about. Credence turned around, smirk still in place as he said "I don't think I have to remind you to use protection, dad. Besides, Mr. Scamander is a biology teacher, he knows better." Then he was gone like he wasn't there at all.
Newt sputtered and was blushing harder than before. Graves groaned, hiding his own flushed face in Newt's shoulder.
"Sorry," he mumbled "when he's at home, he turns into a shameless brat."
"It's okay." Newt replied "Besides, he's absolutely right." Newt said without much thought. He cursed himself internally when his brain caught up with his mouth. What the heck he just said?
Before Graves could say anything, Newt was kissing him again, hopeful that Graves will forget what he just said. And yes, Graves was too busy ravishing his mouth and groping his butt, to make any snarky remarks.
