#withyourbeatingheart

"But you went to Leavesden, you were in the store…"

Chris grins when Darren's lips turn into a pout that he can't help but find adorable, as little effect as it has by now. He's been subjected to the pleading and sulky looks enough to not fall for them anymore, he just finds them amusing, which frustrates Darren to no end.

"Would I come back with nothing from there?" Chris lifts an eyebrow at Darren.

"I don't know, maybe?"

"Have we met?"

"Oh I don't know," Darren moves closer to the bed and crawls on top of Chris, lips brushing against his pale cheek, "I'm not quite sure I remember who you are anymore."

"Ouch," Chris throws Darren an unimpressed glare.

"It's been too long," Darren sighs and brushes his lips against Chris', "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Chris mumbles before he pulls Darren down into a kiss.

It's slow, cautious, like they're re-learning each other even though they'd spent similar amounts of time away from each other the summer before. But it's not any easier now, especially when both of them know Darren will be off on tour again soon and Chris will have commitments because of his book release not long after.

"So, what did you get me?" Darren pulls away eventually, eyes wide open and almost sparkling with amusement.

"You're incorrigible," Chris chuckles, "You'll have to get off me so I can show you."

"Get you off?" Darren smirks and Chris bats at his arm unconvincingly.

"You can, but then I'm not opening that suitcase."

"You're no fun."

"It's really your decision now," Chris shrugs, "I'm good with either."

"Of course you are," Darren sighs in resignation, "Fiiiine, I'm moving."

Chris slides off the bed, manages to get to his suitcase and drag it over to the bed without accident. Darren's watching him, he knows that just as well as he feels the vibrations of the bed as Darren can't help but fidget with excitement.

"I thought you were fine with the photos," Chris shoots over his shoulder, "It's probably a good thing you weren't there, I think they only allow kids of a certain age."

"Lies," Darren pouts again, "I checked."

"Of course you did," Chris laughs and digs underneath a layer of clothes he used to protect his purchases.

"You got a new wand?" Darren reaches for the box that Chris has dropped by his side.

"I wanted photos taken with one and I'd left mine at home."

"Whose did you get?"

"McGonagall, of course," Chris responds with a 'did you just ask that?' tone, "What other option was there?"

"Hermione? Harry?"

"Nah, I wouldn't get the one that's rightfully yours," Chris chuckles at Darren's nod, "Same way I wouldn't claim to be a Gryffindor."

"Is that a Ravenclaw tie?" Darren blinks and reaches as Chris hands it to him.

"Yup, I figured that suits me best."

"Let me see," Darren's voice drops a little lower than usual and he reaches for Chris' wrist, wrapping the tie around it, "Yep, looks good on you."

Their eyes meet and Chris can see the way Darren's have darkened a little and feels how his breathing has sped up.

"Isn't it a sacrilege or something to use the house colors this way?" Chris asks quietly.

"Are you going to stop me?" Darren replies, already reaching for Chris' other arm, one thumb still caressing the fabric of the tie, "Or are we going to see just how well you look in your house colors and nothing else?"