When Sirius entered his dormitory, he was relieved to see that Remus, Peter and James had not yet come back from Hogsmeade. At least he would have a bit more peace before he was put under the microscope.
Before doing anything else, he unzipped his trousers and cleaned up the mess left in there—the evidence. He then looked up at his reflection in the mirror that hung to one side of his bed. He didn’t think he looked any different. He felt as if something should’ve have changed, something that would show he had been doing things he had no business doing with another bloke. Would the others see this enigmatic quality? God, he hoped not. He shivered and checked his clothes once more for any further tell-tale marks and then decided to shower and change anyway—just in case.
By the time he had thoroughly scrubbed himself clean, the others had arrived. Sirius put his head down and marched across the room to his trunk, pulling out a set of fresh clothes, feeling his skin flush across his face, down his neck and over his chest. Hearing James start to chuckle behind him, Sirius hastily covered himself in a shirt to hide as much of his embarrassment as he could.
“How did the hot date go?” James asked, and Sirius merely glared at him. To Sirius’s frustration this only made James laugh even harder, prompting Peter to join in. James then raised his eyebrows meaningfully, adding, “Where did you disappear to?”
“Went for a walk,” Sirius grunted. He hoped that if he kept up a sulky and moody exterior, they would assume he had a problem with the date as a whole, and not any particular…aspect of it. Sulky and moody wouldn’t be a problem; the danger was in him showing how disturbed he felt, because that would undoubtedly lead to them asking awkward questions.
“Did he try to stick his tongue down your throat?” Remus asked from where he had now reclined on his own bed.
Sirius started—visibly, he knew. Considering his options carefully, he opted for ignoring Remus’s question completely and giving a bit more information to James’s, instead. “As I was saying, we went for a walk…to have a chat without you lot looking over my shoulder and taking the piss.”
“So that’s a yes then,” James said with a smirk.
“You are such a wanker, Potter,” Sirius said, realising that he could just lie about it, but what if someone had seen them—either in the woods, or down that damn alleyway? He supposed he should admit to the basics, now, and avoid the risk of them wanting to know why he had tried to cover it up, later.
The lack of a denial triggered another burst of laughter from the others.
“And did he try to get into your trousers?” Remus asked, catching Sirius off-guard once more.
Admitting to being kissed by Joe—or rather, not denying the implication—was bad enough, but to confess all the details was definitely not going to happen. There was no way he would ever answer that question honestly, even if he had been caught red-handed. “For a poof, he was the perfect fucking gentleman,” he said curtly, fighting the urge to turn around and scream, Yes, and he bloody well succeeded!
“So—”
“Fuck off, Potter!” Sirius practically shouted before James could get in another question. “Yes, he kissed me. What the fuck was I supposed to do about it? You had us on a date, remember?” Sirius turned to Remus, ignoring the sniggers that came from James and Peter’s direction. “I did this for you, because I meant what I said; I’d do anything to prove I’m sorry, Remus. Was this enough to convince you?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Sirius saw James wink at Remus.
“Well, I think it’s about time you introduced us to your boyfriend, Sirius,” James said as he tried to contain another bout of laughter.
“What?” Sirius stuttered, not quite sure that he had heard James properly and hoping really hard that he hadn’t.
“Do you honestly think we’d let you leave it at a single date?” James said, his lips curling upwards in glee at the appalled expression on Sirius’s face. “We can’t have you dumping Joe so soon.”
Sirius was still stuck on the words ‘introduced us to your boyfriend’. So they now wanted him to see Joe again. Sirius had half-expected that; after all, it was the reason he had agreed to a ‘next time’ with Joe. If Remus had said that that was enough, that Sirius was forgiven, then he would have let Joe down in an instant. He really would. But James now wanted a personal introduction. Fuck.
“Why don’t you invite him up to the common room on Saturday evening?” James suggested. “We could have a bit of a party to celebrate our massacring of the Slytherins—because we all know it will be a massacre!”
“McGonagall would skin him alive—and me—if she found him in the Gryffindor common room,” Sirius protested vehemently. Although he was desperately trying to come up with a better excuse, Sirius knew that, Quidditch party or not, James would insist on meeting Joe at some point.
“If McGonagall turns up,” James said with an air of amusement that Sirius did not appreciate, “I think she’ll be too busy putting a stop to the party to pick out any individuals. Besides, the pair of you will be hanging around with us the whole time, and we’ll make sure he doesn’t get seen.”
Sirius groaned and put his head in his hands. It was almost enough to make him consider trying to swing the match on Saturday—almost. After all, they were playing Slytherin.
**
They met in the Entrance Hall, Sirius
feeling sick with anxiety and Joe looking as nonchalant as ever. Acknowledging Joe with a smile, Sirius
inwardly sighed with relief when Joe made no effort to greet him with a
kiss.
“Are you sure you want me to come along?”
Joe asked as they started to walk up the stairs towards Gryffindor Tower.
“Yeah…I….”
Sirius faltered, realising that Joe wasn’t buying it. “No. But
James and the others…”
“Your friends want to check me out?”
“’Fraid
so.”
Joe chuckled and stopped walking, and for a
moment, Sirius thought that Joe was going to refuse.
“Okay,” Joe finally said, and he continued
along the corridor. “I’ll do this—for
you—as long as you promise to come with me to the Astronomy Tower afterwards.”
Sirius nodded in agreement, determinedly
not thinking about what Joe would want to do there.
“What did you tell them about our date?”
Joe asked, and he grinned mischievously.
“Do they know how impressed I am with your co—”
“No!” Sirius said abruptly, appalled at the
thought of Joe mentioning in front of his friends what they did. “They don’t know anything about that. That’s…private…none of their business. Please don’t—”
“Did you say anything to them? They must
know that we’ve kissed, right?” Joe paused, and Sirius gave a hesitant nod. “So, they won’t be too surprised if I grabbed
you for a snog at the…” Sirius’s eyes widened
dramatically, and Joe trailed off, shaking his head in amusement. “All right; don’t worry; I won’t do it! I’ll let you cling to your closet for a bit
longer.”
Sirius said the password to the Fat Lady,
and they climbed through the portrait hole to be greeted with the sound of
music and noisy conversations. The
common room was full of Gryffindors, and someone had
produced a few bottles of firewhisky after Sirius had
gone to meet Joe.
“This is just like our common room,” Joe
said, pointing at the fireplace and the windows. “Only we’ve got a few more tables and not so
many squishy armchairs. You Gryffindors are bloody well spoilt.”
He looked up at the walls, studying the
pictures that hung there, while Sirius nervously searched the room for James,
Remus and Peter. If he knew where they
were, then he could avoid them for as long as possible. But unfortunately, James saw them first.
“Oi, Sirius! Over
here!”
They made their way across the room to join
the others, and Sirius gestured awkwardly between them all, saying, “This is
James, Remus, Peter…and er, Joe.”
“Hello Joe,” James said, and he smiled
warmly, giving no indication that this was all an elaborate prank at Sirius’s
expense. “Sorry if you thought we were
imposing on your date in Hogsmeade, but we only had
Sirius’s best interests at heart.”
“I’m sure you didn’t,” Joe said with a
laugh. “But it doesn’t matter; we
managed to get some privacy, anyway.”
Sirius could feel his face begin to redden,
and he stood to one side of Joe, hoping and praying that the conversation would
move on. He’d never live it down if Joe
were to let anything slip.
James then handed Joe a glass of firewhisky and said, “Trying to get Sirius alone, eh. Just what are your intentions towards our
friend?”
“I’m sorry,” Joe replied, his voice tinged
with mock solemnity, “but they’re certainly not honourable.”
Sirius’s face was now fully flushed with
embarrassment, and in desperation, he suddenly blurted out, “That was a good
match today, wasn’t it.” James did not
look impressed at his blatant attempt to change the topic of conversation, but
Joe was willing to follow Sirius’s lead.
“Yeah,” Joe agreed, chuckling at how uneasy
Sirius seemed to be. “I was well
impressed with that first goal, James.
How did you manage to get it to curve round the Keeper like that?”
“Aha! I never reveal my Quidditch secrets to an opposing team member.”
For a moment, Sirius held his breath as he expected James to go back to teasing him and Joe, but then James’s face softened and he gave in, letting Joe pave the way for a detailed analysis of Quidditch techniques.
Given the amount of noise, it wasn’t
surprising that Professor McGonagall arrived soon after Sirius and Joe
did. Joe quickly slunk to the back of
the crowd of students, dragging Sirius in front of him. They then worked their way round to the
portrait hole and slipped out while McGonagall was in full flow chastising the Gryffindors for the unauthorised party and docking points
because of the alcohol present.
“Astronomy Tower, then?” Joe asked, and he started to wander up the corridor without waiting
for an answer from Sirius.
Sirius jogged along to catch up. “God, that was horrible,” he moaned. “James is so fucking nosy, and everyone was
staring at us.”
“You did look as though you were walking around with a broomstick shoved up your arse.” Joe smirked at Sirius, and then his face softened. “This is really hard for you, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Sirius admitted, thinking, And you don’t know the half of it.
“Well, I’ll do my best to take your mind
off your public embarrassment,” Joe said, holding open a door for Sirius and
checking inside to make sure that the room was empty. “You know, you were blushing the whole time. I love it when you blush, Sirius.” Joe took Sirius’s hand and led him to a bench
by the wall, drawing Sirius close to kiss him.
“Do you know what I’d like to do?” he whispered against Sirius’s
lips. “I’d like to fuck that blush right
off your face.”
Sirius swallowed, starting to panic about
what Joe had in store for him this evening.
Joe motioned for Sirius to sit down. “Do I assume from the party invite that you want us to date?” he asked as he pushed Sirius’s knees apart and knelt on the floor between them, running his hands up Sirius’s thighs.
“Er…”
“You still not sure?” Joe’s hands drifted higher, now at the edge of Sirius’s crotch.
“Not really. I…I hadn’t—”
“—thought about it. You don’t do much thinking, do you? Well, take as long as you like. In the meantime, I’ll just have to use you for sex.”
Looking Sirius straight in the eye, Joe leant forward and closed his mouth around the bulge in Sirius’s trousers that betrayed Sirius’s semi-hard cock. Sirius let his head fall back onto the wall behind him, his eyes fluttering shut and a heavy groan issuing from his mouth. He didn’t want to think about what they were doing. All he could focus on was the exquisite sensation that Joe was responsible for. So, when Joe moved his head away and began to methodically remove Sirius’s shoes, trousers and underwear, he automatically lifted his feet, and then his hips, to help him.
Joe pressed his lips to Sirius’s cock once more, drawing it all the way in, decisively moving his head up and down, taking Sirius in up to the hilt each time and causing Sirius to groan loudly. Gripping the bench harder and harder, Sirius felt several nails snap against the wood, and he tried in vain to thrust his hips upwards, but Joe had a firm hold of his hips, restraining him from movement. Then all of a sudden, Joe moved his head away. Sirius let out a whine of frustration.
“There’s nothing quite like a blow job,” Joe said with a grin, relaxing his grip and running his hands to the insides of Sirius’s thighs. Sirius let out an incoherent squeak as Joe pushed his legs further apart.
Joe lightly kissed the head of Sirius’s cock, and then proceeded to suck along its length, continuously moving downwards as he did so. Sirius sat there in a numbed haze, mumbling a stream of nonsense, feeling Joe chuckle against the skin of his balls. Warmth enveloped one of his balls as Joe gently took it into his mouth, working his tongue over the loose skin.
And then hands were back at Sirius’s hips, tugging him forward, pulling him to sit right on the edge of the bench so he could spread his legs fully. Joe planted firm kisses across Sirius’s sac, bringing a hand across to begin stroking Sirius’s cock. Sirius groaned. Joe moved his lips lower, and lower—
“Wait!” Sirius cried out, sitting up with a jolt. “You can’t kiss me there!”
Joe sat back on his haunches and regarded Sirius thoughtfully. “Next time we meet,” he said, “make sure you have a good wash beforehand, and I promise to do something to you that will make your eyes roll back in your hea— No. On second thoughts, I know what we’ll do: I’ll get hold of the password for the Prefect’s bathroom. We can meet there.”
“How will you get the password?” Sirius asked, watching as Joe stood and began to strip from the waist down.
“I know one of the Prefects rather well,” Joe said, giving Sirius a suggestive wink.
“You’ve done stuff with a Prefect?” Sirius looked at Joe with a frown, his thoughts immediately flying to Remus. “Which one?”
“Never you mind.”
Joe pushed Sirius’s tense body back until he was lying lengthways along the bench. Perhaps this was why Remus knew that Joe was gay. If that was the case, then Remus would know that Joe was anything but a perfect gentleman; he’d know exactly what sort of thing Sirius had been getting up to. But Remus wasn’t gay, was he?
“Not Remus?”
Joe merely chuckled to himself as he retrieved his wand from the floor. Pointing the wand at his palm, he muttered, “Lubricans”.
“Why do you ask?” Joe asked, smoothing his hand along his cock, leaving it covered with
a moist sheen. He leant forwards and
slowly worked his hand around Sirius’s cock, and Sirius moaned at the feel of
slick fingers gliding over him. “Would
you be jealous?”
The question surprised Sirius, and he
barked out a laugh, hastily denying Joe’s question and trying to ignore the
fact that, even though he wouldn’t describe it as jealousy, the thought of Joe
and Remus together left him feeling decidedly rankled.
Joe laid down on top of Sirius, insinuating a leg between Sirius’s and resting his weight on his elbows and groin. “You can take that look off your face: it wasn’t Remus,” he said, moving his hips and rubbing their cocks together.
They kissed deeply, and Sirius wrapped his arms around Joe, holding on tightly and jerking his hips up in time with Joe’s. Sirius needed more of that wonderful friction between them. Their pace increased, their kisses became frantic and clumsy, and suddenly Sirius felt every pleasurable nerve ending throughout his groin begin to pulse as he came with a loud cry.
He dropped his head back onto the bench, gasping for breath. “Fuck…” he panted. “Fuck, that was… oh shit…”
Joe smiled at him and leaned down to ghost his lips teasingly over the corner of Sirius’s mouth. “Good?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
Sirius reached up to place a hand on the back of Joe’s head. He pulled Joe down, kissing him hard and wondering what the hell was going on in his life. His train of thought was brought to a sudden halt when he felt Joe guiding his free hand to Joe’s cock, which was still hard. Joe wanted Sirius to wank him off. Sirius swallowed and then took a deep breath, tentatively curling his fingers around the warm flesh.
Joe groaned heavily and immediately thrust into Sirius’s hand. The look of bliss on Joe’s face gave Sirius a heady feeling, and he began to move his hand back and forth, faster and faster, enjoying the thrill that he was having such a powerful effect on Joe.
It didn’t take long before Joe’s motions faltered, come landing haphazardly across Sirius’s shirt and groin. With a drawn-out sigh, Joe collapsed on top of Sirius, and Sirius wound his arms around Joe, holding his sticky hand in the air for a moment before deciding that he didn’t really care and pressing the slick palm onto Joe’s naked waist.
Joe grunted and turned his head to run his lips lazily up and down Sirius’s neck. “Tomorrow night?” he asked.
“Prefect’s bathroom,” Sirius confirmed without hesitation.