#gillockheart

Barty grunted softly as he heaved Regulus’s drunken, tired form onto the bed. Gilderoy climbed in on the other side and was snuggling up against Regulus’s side as immediately as he hit the bed. His boys were both still fully dressed, all gold and covered in glitter as Regulus’s dress had made sure all of them would be. He righted himself beside the bed, reaching up to his collar to undo his bow tie and remove his suit jacket. Gilderoy opened his eyes for a moment and Barty paused in what he was doing to stare back at him with such a fondness in his eyes that he hadn’t known was possible for him to have for two like this. Not after so long only having one.

“Get to sleep, Gilderoy,” he murmured softly to the golden man in his bed, reaching down and running a hand through Gilderoy’s hair, brushing his hair back and out of his face and when he pulled his hand back he let the backs of his fingers brush against Regulus’s cheek. Gilderoy closed his eyes, and Barty turned away to finish undressing, feeling the weight of his feelings settle into the bottoms of his feet as he considered all that he would do for the men laying in the bed behind him. All that they were capable of doing themselves.

If anyone ever tried lay harm to either of them, they would have Barty to answer to. For now, left only in undershirt and briefs, he climbed into bed with them, pressing himself fully to Gilderoy’s back and reaching his lanky arms around the both of them in one.

Barty focused on what he was doing as he worked the pump, the car door open beside him spilling music from the radio that seemed all too casual for the current situation. They had been driving for days, now. Muggle travel would be the safest method for them, harder to track my magical means if anyone magical even thought to consider that three magicfolk would disappear in a muggle vehicle of all things. But it had been hard in other ways. There was cramped space in the car, there were too many people, and cat carriers, and belongings stuffed into what little space it offered in the first place and alongside the constant underlying worry that they would be followed or found Barty knew that none of them were particularly comfortable at the moment.

He put the nozzle in the tank, heard the sound of a door closing and footsteps coming around his side of the vehicle, and as he had his eyes on Regulus currently managing to sleep in the backseat, he knew exactly which of his boys to expect.

“Hello there gorgeous,” Gilderoy came up beside him, slipped an arm around his waist, and Barty’s eyes stayed down on Regulus but he could still feel that smile shining up at him all the same, demanding his attention. “Hey Gilderoy,” Barty said back, letting out a little sigh before turning to face Gilderoy properly, leaning against him smally while they waited for their tank to fill.