Theodore pulled him in for a kiss and Blaise smiled against his lips, kissing him back voraciously, eager as usual. He wished they had more time, to kiss and enjoy each other, and just spend time together. Of course they did, often - they lived together, after all, and they were best friends. But whenever other people were around (namely Pansy), their dynamic shifted slightly, as could be expected. Now, it felt raw and new, unique. Blaise was pretty sure no one had seen Theodore like he saw him now, and he loved that.
He was disappointed when Theodore pulled away, but didn't hold him back. “Ok, yeah, let’s shower.” Blaise slowly stood up, arching his spine and making it crack with his neck, and groaned. He helped Theodore up and their fingers stayed hooked together as they moved towards the bathroom, as if that was completely normal.

Blaise tried really hard not to linger on that, but it was hard. Soon enough, they stepped into the shower and its hot water. It was just like Blaise liked it: hot enough to make you stop and wonder if it was not going to hurt, hot enough that the room slowly filled itself with steam and that Theodore's cheeks took a gentle pink colour. His long black hair almost turned a silky quality when it was wet, and Blaise ran his fingers through it to unravel any knots before he grabbed the bar of soap and started running it accross Theodore' body.
They didn't speak, but Blaise felt like his eyes and his gestures said a thousand words. This was an intimate moment. Not really unique, but not really common either. Although Blaise knew Theodore's body by heart now, he still looked at it with wonder and curiosity, caressing every asperity, every beauty mark, every forgotten scar as if it was his first time seeing them.

After the soap, he gently angled the shower head on Theodore's body and washed him off, warm hands sliding accross and around his muscles, drawing them out with the same gentleness as before. "There you go." His voice was hoarse with desire, although it was not really arousal. It was longing, longing for somehing he could never have, something he couldn't even say out loud.
His eyes, which were still watching what his hands were doing, rose up to Theodore's and a slow smile appeared on Blaise's lips. He almost said something, but then he heard the front door on the other side of the flat, and Pansy's shrill voice shouting for him. "Shit." He looked at Theodore darkly, almost weighing in his options, before silently resigning himself and stepping back and out of the shower, eyes on the ground.

The heat of the water on his body was delicious and he would have loved to stay there for hours on end, in the quiet peacefulness of the cabin, his body held up straight by Blaise’s own. He let his eyes slowly close down as Blaise ran his hands through his hair, and then down his body, washing away all proof of what they had done. His own hands were gently resting on Blaise’s arms, lazily running up and down his skin ad he followed his movements. He let his lover move him, offering up his body to Blaise in any way he could, and gentle slide of the water made his body tingle once more. “There you go,” Blaise said, and Theo opened his eyes swiftly, staring straight at Blaise’s face. He reached for the bar of soap as Blaise looked up at him and smiled and Theo couldn’t help but smile back. And then Pansy’s voice rose in the apartment. “Shit,” Blaise said, putting words to what Theo was thinking. He turned the shower off reluctantly as Blaise stepped out and followed him, the cold air of the room attacking his body and making him shiver. He grabbed Blaise’s bathrobe, which was hanging on the side of the shower, and silently put it on him, securing the tie at his waist. “You go first,” he told him before pushing him out the door. He then sneaked to his own room, dried himself off with a quick spell before getting dressed.

He waited a while before going back out to find Pansy and Blaise in the living room. He quickly greeted her, before he joined them around the table for a cup of tea, herbal of course. Pansy told them about her day and Theo listened quietly as she spoke, speaking only when he was asked something and letting Blaise take up most of the conversation. Both of them were used to Theo’s silence, anyway, so it wouldn’t be strange and he was fine just listening. His hand slipped on Blaise’s knee, as a thank you he hoped Blaise would understand, when Pansy announced she would go to bed and they all went their separate ways, Theo only sneaking a glance at his friend as he shut his bedroom door closed. And then, as he shivered under the sheets, Theo wished things were different, he wished Blaise could have stayed with him, if only, selfishly, for the warmth of his body against his.