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It was only when Gojo rushed into the Potions classroom out of breath from running through the corridors, that he realized that he had fucked up.
***
“Suguru,” Gojo moaned into Geto’s lips, his hands tangled in the Ravenclaw’s hair. “I have to go to Potions, or else Snape will kill me.”
“Don’t talk about another guy when you’re on top of me,” Geto groaned, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend tightly.
Gojo rolled his eyes. “I thought I was supposed to be the dramatic one?” He shifted his thighs so that he was straddling Geto more comfortably upon his four poster bed. The Slytherin dormitory was otherwise empty, with everyone else at breakfast.
Gojo had managed to sneak Geto into his dorm the night before, after curfew. It had taken a lot of timing on Gojo’s part to make sure that there was no one in the common room or anyone awake in his room when Geto arrived. And when he did, he refused to tell Gojo how he made it to the dungeons without getting caught by Filch or Snape. Gojo’s theory was that Geto was gatekeeping a shortcut from the tower to the dungeons. Bastard.
They were able to quietly sneak into Gojo’s bed, making sure the curtains were drawn completely and secured with magic. It didn’t hurt to put up some silencing charms either.
“Worry about what I’m going to do to you if you don’t shut up instead,” Geto said. He kissed Gojo, pulling him closer to himself. Geto’s hands skimmed over Gojo’s bare skin when his shirt rode up slightly.
Gojo allowed himself to get lost in Geto, threading his fingers through his long hair, pulling gently. It earned him a moan from Geto. Five more minutes couldn’t hurt, right? He had plenty of time to get to Potions. Besides, Gojo really couldn’t be blamed, not when he could feel Geto hard against him.
“You’re so much cuter when you’re quiet,” Geto murmured, pulling away from the kiss to undo the buttons on the hem of Gojo’s shirt, slowly working his way up.
“So you think I’m cute, then?” Gojo grinned, rocking his hips.
“You’re fucking annoying is what I think. You should be grateful I even bother to put up with you.” Geto tugged on Gojo’s tie harshly, bringing him down into another kiss, effectively shutting him up.
Snape be damned.
***
Gojo slumped into his desk, thanking whatever God existed that Snape hadn’t shut the door yet. He was unfortunately very familiar with being locked out of the Potion’s classroom— Snape had taken a liking to that trick after the stunt Gojo pulled last month, coming in late almost every other day.
Gojo looked at Snape expectantly, daring him to comment on his entrance.
Snape raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware the Sorting Hat allowed do-overs,” he said sarcastically.
“I— what?” Gojo said, taken aback.
Gojo was no stranger to people staring at him, but he wasn’t exactly sure what he had done to warrant this. The room was silent. His classmates stared at him, wide-eyed and jaw dropped, and Snape looked at him expectantly. Gojo was pretty sure there was nothing on his face from this morning, but he hadn’t bothered to look in a mirror. He had been too busy pushing Geto away, scrambling to get dressed, and running to Potions.
“Your tie. I suppose playing hooky with Mr. Geto took precedence over getting to class on time. Detention, Friday night,” Snape said, rolling his eyes.
His tie? Gojo quickly looked at his tie and— shit. He had accidentally taken Geto’s tie. So much for keeping his relationship with Geto quiet. There was no way to refute Snape’s comment without sounding defensive. Gojo scowled. He knew fully well that his face was red, as some of his classmates snickered, laughing at his expense.
Not that Snape would care.
“A verbal response, if you would, Mr. Gojo,” Snape said.
“Yes, sir,” Gojo said, face hot.
He was going to kill Geto.
***
When Gojo walked into the Great Hall after a very long double Potions class, he wasn’t surprised to see Geto and Shoko sitting at their usual spot at the Slytherin table, waiting for him. He almost rolled his eyes when he saw Shoko’s stupid grin. He had been hoping that she wouldn’t show up to lunch, given her absence in class, but it seemed that luck was not on Gojo’s side today.
“Nice tie,” Shoko greeted him, laughing. “Really brings out your eyes.”
“Shut up,” Gojo whined. “I got enough shit from Snape already.”
“You do look good in blue though,” Geto said quietly, leaning closer to Gojo. “Satoru.”
“Yeah? You know what else I’d look good in?” Gojo said.
“Get a room,” Shoko interrupted, rolling her eyes. “Some of us are trying to eat.”
Gojo stuck his tongue out.
“Later, then,” Geto promised. He undid his tie and handed it back to Gojo, who did the same.