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“Glad to have left an impression.” Isaac grinned- too pleased with himself? Perhaps. It was very hard not to be though. He had no problem leading the way, feigning to be busy was part of the fun but he did like coffee… and Niles wasn’t so bad either. Though he did have to roll his eyes at the fact that ‘leading the way’ apparently meant being at least a step ahead, not that he was shy about being observed, only if he liked it that much he could just ask for a picture. Still, when they arrived at the shop he pushed the door open and held it, gesturing inside with a flourish. “After you.”

“It’s only fair I suppose. Are we gonna do this all day?” He asked as he walked through the door Isaac held for him. “Grab us a booth and I’ll order us something? Or do you wanna come to stand with me so we can trade back and forth some more?”

“It’s weird, you being a all grown up with a flat and living with a girlfriend and organizing your kitchen just like your mum’s. I swear if she were here she’d be able to find your sugar without even needing to ask. Bet it’s over there in that cabinet.” Ares ignored Niles hovering over his shoulder as he crossed the room and opened the cabinet he indicated before, dramatically flourishing as he opened it without even taking a look inside to show that the sugar was indeed in that cabinet.

Niles rolled his eyes, Gilana and Niles didn’t do labels like that and Ares knew that, he was just being a pain in the ass. They weren’t in love though they did care for each other. “I use the kitchen more than Gil, it makes sense that I would organize it so that I understand it.” He huffed as he strode over to that cabinet and closed it again. “My mother would be honored that I use her kitchen.” 

Maybe not such a gentleman. Fine by him. Isaac wasn’t too concerned about a few buttons, he was hardly going to run out of good shirts any time soon, plus this wasn’t his first unplanned closet rendezvous- buttons got lost sometimes. He really didn’t give a crap about the shirt. He was actually pretty eager to get rid of it completely, not the easiest task to do gracefully when Niles was being very very unfair with his mouth. It was gone though, discarded entirely much like Niles’ jacket, and he wasted no time in trying to even things out a little. He took slightly more care, perhaps, to unfasten each button on Niles’ shirt and he could pretend it was because he was trying to be good but to be perfectly honest he was just enjoying Niles’ mouth on his skin far too much to interrupt.

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Willa stopped abruptly and turned to face Niles. She poked his chest with a smirk. “Are you mad that I tricked you into this? Did you want to hook up?”

Niles rubbed his chest where she poked him and scowled. “No.” Maybe a little miffed, but not completely for the fact that they weren’t going to hook up. “This is just a bit of a waste of time, isn’t it? I mean, do you know what we’re doing here?”

“You know, with my family being who they are, I know a thing or two about clothes and whether or not they fit well. I have great tips for everything- jumpers, coats… underwear. I’m really very useful.” Subtlety. Nonexistent. Casual as ever, Niles and his offer of hot chocolate had Isaac humming thoughtfully, tipping his head to the side and casting his gaze upwards as though he had to sift through a mountain of other plans before he nodded. “I can fit you in, there’s a decent coffee place around the corner that does some festive drinks.”

If he was trying to convince Niles of his usefulness it was unneeded. “I’m aware of your talents, thank you. I’ll keep it in mind.” With the way Isaac pretended he had to fit him in maybe, he should be boasting his own attributes. What were they again? All around jackass, check. Gentlemanly traits sprinkled in, check. He was a bit snobby about his espresso. Knew his way around a bar, both Muggle and Wizarding. Oh and was both giving and needy. Who didn’t love that around the holidays? “Wow, how unbelievably thoughtful of you. Really, it’s so kind of you to fit me in. Lead the way?” Really he just needed a chance to stare at Isaac’s ass a bit, it was only fair since Isaac was able to catch him slightly unawares.

No Good KALEO

    I’m So Sorry Imagine Dragons

        Let It Be Labrinth

      ChosEn One Valley of Wolves

                    Shakedown The Score

Misbehaving Labrinth

   Out For Blood Valley of Wolves

        Reckless Valley of Wolves

   Who I Am The Score

                I Need a Dollar Aloe Blacc

                       Devil May Cry The Weekend

                     Lions Inside Valley of Wolves

--Bonus tracks--

He wore cheesy Christmas jumpers. Of course. Isaac laughed as he spared a glance at the bad in Niles’ hand and pointed out, “There’s a huge amount of irony in a Christmas jumper with the word ‘humbug’ anywhere on it, you know?” A tip of his head and Isaac scoffed at the mere mention of being jealous, rolling his eyes at the idea. “Hardly, I have my very own collection, thank you very much. I’m only bitterly disappointed I didn’t get to help you try it on.”

Niles rolled his eyes. “I didn’t try it on yet so you don’t have to be too disappointed.” He was still curious about the irony of humbug. “I’m looking for a good place to get hot chocolate. If I get you a holiday hot chocolate will you tell me about this humbug thing? Something like gingerbread or peppermint or snickerdoodle.” 

It was about time the outside world caught up with his house. It had been Christmas since November in Isaac’s house. A few days after Halloween he’d awoke to find the house decked from head to toe in holiday decorations, as per usual everything was colour coordinated (white with silver and gold, this year) and before he’d even woken up they’d had someone else come in and meticulously place everything. It was bizarre, something he’d missed while at the castle, like being slingshot straight back into his childhood. Not that Isaac disliked Christmas, he was fond of all the food and decorations were pretty, also all the hideous jumpers making an appearance- which were, without a doubt, one of his favourite things about the season. Not to mention that December came with a day which was well and truly all about him so that was a fairly nice thing too. Isaac had spent the entire morning trying cake samples that had been flown over from Paris, there was something rather pleasant about lounging in his mother’s studio while he ate bites of cake and she scribbled down his thoughts and sent the order off for the cake to be ready for his birthday. Stepping back out into London, after all that sweetness he needed something bitter, and headed to the nearest coffee shop to set his taste-buds back in order. Cakes and coffee for breakfast- a fairly perfect way to start the day. It could get better though. Spying a familiar face browsing the festive shop-fronts, Isaac stepped up beside them and mused aloud, “Please tell me you’re in the market for that hideous ensemble over there, 3D knitted baubles may not be practical but perhaps you can pull it off?”

Niles shook the shopping bag in his right hand, the bag jingled from the bells on the sweater he planned to wear this year for the Christmas Holiday. “Not baubles, bells and bows and a sheep with the words baahhhhh humbug. Last one in the store in my size. It’s alright to be jealous.”

Ares pouted and slowly put back the trinket where he found it after being scolded for the second time since walking in. “Okay, okay! I’ll keep my hands to myself.” 

Niles rolled his eyes. “I honestly don’t understand what’s so interesting about things you’ve seen before. They’re just in a new place.” Niles ambled around his kitchen as he put together a few things to munch on. It helped to keep his hands busy, he was nervous which was just stupid.

Merlin, he was cute. Which wasn’t a word he’d automatically attach to Niles, who had always been so effortlessly cool, but fuck it if he wasn’t actually rather sweet. There was an immense amount of satisfaction that came with Niles being obviously disappointed when he pulled away, a problem with Isaac was that he really quite enjoyed being wanted and desired and chased and never liked to be the one on the other side of it, it was wise for anyone who spent any time with him at all to guard their hearts because his was most unattainable. The rest of him, on the other hand, he was quite happy to share.

For someone who appreciated a perfected appearance, he got a great deal of joy out of seeing even the simplest of actions being taken to dishevel them. Niles loosened his tie and Isaac could’ve swooned. Instead he kissed him to show his appreciation. Kissed his lips, his cheek, his jaw. Fingers came up to hook into Niles’ tie, tugging the loose knot until it was entirely undone, pushing aside his collar next to nip at his neck. He chuckled at the question. “You’re such a gentleman,” He came back to his mouth, kissed him again, though he teased he liked that Niles asked. His reputation often seemed to come with a ‘always up for it attitude’ from other people… they weren’t entirely wrong but regardless, it didn’t hurt to ask. “You can take off me whatever you like.”

Niles’ head dropped back to give Isaac more room distracting him from his original plan to expose more skin to explore. He was a gentleman-was he a gentleman all the time? Not bloody likely. Niles liked to walk that line between jackass and gentleman. It drove those closest to him batty but suited his needs. His original plan had been to neatly unbutton Isaac’s shirt but now that he’d lost some time with Isaac’s attention to his neck he had to make up for that lost time. Anything done to his neck shot his libido into overdrive, which is why he’ll never apologize for his actions after it. He had permission to get more skin to explore and so he pulled at Isaac’s shirt until the buttons started to pop off, it was the only way to catch up after his distraction. His mouth was busy mapping a path across Isaac’s chest but he tried to convey that he’d fix it later. He shuffled out of his own jacket but had less concern about it than Isaac, it was easily flung out of reach and out of mind.  

Xiomara sniffed, deciding to start on her drink even though it really was so pretty. She hadn’t expected to see anyone from school, and even the idea that Niles was seeing her right now twister the knife in her stomach. She looked like a fucking wreck. “What’re you doing in Nottingham?” Xi asked her former classmate after having a sip of her drink. 

Rolling her eyes Willa snorted. “Please, they trust me. Plus, how bad can you be? I feel like they’d be more concerned if you were just a patron at a bar on a motorbike. You work there, there’s less of a chance you’re pissed.” She waved her hand in a shooing motion. “I’ll text them before we leave.” They might even be out and about. Her parents were still very much in that stage of love where they constantly wanted to do things together. The romance of it all was sometimes too gooey but Willa loved what they had.

Niles scoffed quietly shaking his head. “I just mean, your mothers don’t know me. I could just make sure you make it home safe and then make sure to remember you’re a sneak who selfishly flirted with me to use me for my bike.”

“It’s your fault you fell for it,” Willa smirked over her shoulder and held back a chuckle. “I just wanna look at one more place on this block and then we can go to my moms’.”

Niles huffed and stuffed his hands into his pockets. Niles loved moms, moms typically liked him but he’d never met Willa’s mothers. “Are your moms home? I doubt you’ve warned them that you’ve convinced a bartender on a motorbike to give you a ride home.” He deadpanned with a roll of his eyes.

Isaac was all for teasing, tension building, it was true enough that sometimes the will-they-won’t-they routine was half the fun but when they finally got to it he was never sorry it was over. It was impossible to be sorry about anything with Niles’ hands roaming his form, mouth exploring just about the only skin that was accessible, drawing an appreciative hum from him. “Would you? I’m sorry for the confusion, how exactly does Niles Morandi like to be teased?” He went to chuckle but groaned instead, rolling his head to the side when the other’s teeth grazed his skin. Sneaky. Isaac rolled his eyes, pushing his forehead to Niles’ as he muttered, “I couldn’t care less about the cupboard.” But it did come in handy. All these long touches, feeling out over his clothes, he was growing fairly tired of layers too. Cupboards were good for layers though, he reluctantly unhooked his fingers from Niles’ hips and shrugged his jacket off his shoulders instead, with a casual wave of his hand the fabric placed itself neatly upon a hanger and was instantly forgotten about. He loosened his tie next, tucked two fingers beneath his collar and pulled it undone, letting it hang about his neck as he folded his shirt sleeves up to his elbows. “You’re making me too hot,” He accused, as though the whole thing was most definitely an inconvenience and not the highlight of his evening. He leaned forward and nipped at Niles’ lips, pressed his fingers to his sides and felt along his ribs, finding the fabric in the way tedious and a tease, then kissed him properly again. This was exactly the sort of distraction his parents had advised him against this evening. Oh well.

Niles refused to give him the upper hand, to know how to properly tease him was a weapon Isaac didn’t need in his arsenal. When he felt Isaac pull away he assumed he’d gone too far and didn’t have enough brainpower to hide that fear on his face. This was a risk, everything about it was a risk and sure, Lions are all about risk but this was different. Maybe it was because he’d witnessed a similar risk with her mother’s love life and while this was nothing like that, Niles had learned to protect his heart a bit more securely from this and rejection.