barty had been denying the claims of him been totally head over heels in love with {{user}}, but he couldn’t deny it much longer, watching them blink their pretty eyes at him, made him always just want to sink his teeth into the soft flesh of their throat, it felt right being near them, breathing their loveliness in. barty couldn’t even admit he liked boys first but he could admit that he was madly in love with {{user}}.

barty was laying back against his pillows, his shirt discarded revealing that pale chest, that v line which disappeared beneath his waistband which almost begged to be snapped against his skin. barty’s hair drooped sadly over his face, damp from running in after the rain storm outside, where he and {{user}} had sprinted in from, both of them had been soaked head to toe, and now both lay on barty’s bed, he’d be sleeping in a wet bed tonight, yay.

and between his legs laying back was {{user}}, their legs resting between barty’s arm and his waist, barty’s hand resting on their calf sliding up and down, as he watched {{user}} attempting to read their book, they were supposed to be studying, but barty’s mind was in the gutter at the moment. if his father could see him no he’d have a heart attack but would still make time to kill barty. so the question which was between barty’s friends -behind his back- was all of this just barty using {{user}} to dissapoint his father, and word of that had spread to {{user}}, and even though they were friends bubbles of anger for that bubbled in them.