The Broken Children
-James-
They're home and so sooner than he turns the key in the lock, he's slamming his lover against the sliding doors of the balcony. Louis hisses, the impact of his head against the cool glass enough to send a spider-web of tiny cracks across it. Just as quickly, he's pulling at the blond's jacket, causing the leather to rip as he yanks much too sharply.
It's nothing that a stitching charm can't replace though, so they discard it without a worry as Louis wraps his legs around his waist, nipping at his lips as clothes are torn away and they lose themselves in their need for the other.
Nearly a half-hour later, they lay sated upon the floor, bathed in the light of the moon through the balcony doors, Louis drawing lazy circles across his navel.
"Did you enjoy the carnival?" James asks, stifling a yawn as he pulls his cousin/lover/husband against him and presses his lips to Louis' brow. He wrinkles his nose a little as Louis answers – there's a few specks of pink still stuck in his teeth and though it's something he's grown to accept, it's something he dislikes. Courtesy of his father being savaged by Fenrir Greyback during the Second War, Louis was fond of eating his steak rare and bloody . . . a stark contrast to James who preferred his so well-done that it bordered on being charred.
"Enough that I brought some of it back with me," grins Louis, gesturing at the discarded packet lying beside their front door. Curiously, James reaches for his wand and summons the package, wondering what Louis had brought home. He remembers seeing the blond disappearing amidst the stalls for a few minutes before returning, refusing to tell James what he had purchased all night.
He reaches into the bag and rolls his eyes as it closes around the neck of a bottle, and as he draws it he feels a rustle as a few bags of candyfloss follow it, stuck to the bottle with strips of tape. He's not sure why this would be on sale – he's never considered the combination of candyfloss and tequila before in his life . . . but Louis knows what he's doing when it comes to alcohol and sweets. When their relationship was just beginning and they both were battling to quell the emptiness within them, alcohol had allowed them so much more room for happiness.
He raises an eyebrow as Louis giggles, reaching for his wand to summon a few pair of shot-glasses. It's a Friday and neither have to go into work tomorrow (or more like later today, given the time) so a few drinks aren't going to hurt anyone. Suddenly, Louis grasps his wrist and pulls it away, shaking his head as he lifts up the bottle.
"Jamie," smirks Louis, "We're not using glasses tonight." Before James can open his mouth to protest, the bottle is open and a generous serving is being poured into his navel.
"You could have warned me," pouts James, holding himself perfectly still to keep the drink from spilling off him.
"Where's the fun in that," laughed Louis, breaking off a vaguely oval piece of candyfloss and placing it above the tequila. It dissolves in seconds, and then James is throwing back his head as he feels a tongue on his torso, licking its way down to the pink shot.
It's a tornado of sensation coursing through his body as Louis drinks the shot, slurping it rather messily – but he knows that's more for his pleasure than for Louis' – before coming back up to press his lips to his.
He tastes the alcohol and the sugar, but most of all he tastes Louis and he pulls the younger man down and flips them over in one swoop before lifting the bottle.
"My turn," he says with a grin across his face.
They've lost their house . . . but they've built a home in turn.
Prompts Galore: Carnival, Glass, Emptiness
Strong Themes Competition: Oval, Tornado, Well Done Steak