Sirius tried his best not to scowl as he weaved in and out of the tables and chairs in The Three Broomsticks. Joe Jenkins was already waiting for him, sitting at a table near the back and sipping at a half-empty bottle of butterbeer.
“Are you okay?” Joe asked as Sirius sat down opposite him. “You look like you’re in pain.”
Sirius gave a forced smile, which he guessed had probably come out more like a grimace, and lied without hesitation. “Bit of an incident with a Bludger earlier. I’ll be all right, though.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“Huh?” Sirius looked up, surprised. He had only just got there, and Joe was already talking about going somewhere else. Sirius had been counting on just having a quick drink before finding an excuse for them to go their separate ways.
“You did have somewhere in mind? Or were you hoping that I’d know all the best places?” Joe said with a wink.
“Best places for what?”
“Oh,” Joe said, and now he was the one to look taken aback. “So you really were asking me for a date…”
“Yeah, I wasn’t taking the piss or anything,” Sirius said quickly, starting to feel paranoid that the others had just been having him on, that Joe wasn’t gay. “I thought… I’d heard that you were… you know… like me, and I… well, it doesn’t matter.” Oh God, Sirius thought. Please don’t get offended because you think I’ve got a crush on you. I’m going to look such an idiot if you turn out to be a closet-homophobe. “I’d just assumed… I’m sorry that I got the wrong idea—”
“Just hang on one minute, Sirius. Having you stuttering away like that is all very cute, but what the hell are you drivelling about?”
“Er, you are gay, aren’t you?” Sirius asked, feeling his cheeks redden in embarrassment and his stomach sink to his feet with nerves.
Joe laughed at Sirius’s expression. “Yes, I am.
But I guess this is the first official
date that I’ve ever been on.
Usually, I just meet up somewhere private for some fun, without much
thought for conversation,” Joe explained.
“This whole dating business is a bit of a novelty. The way I see it, it seems that you need to
woo a woman’s brain; men, on the other hand, well, you only need to woo their
cocks and dating seems a bit superfluous.”
He paused to take a gulp of his drink and to smile at Sirius’s stunned
expression. “I know that Podmore and Croaker have decided
to date and won’t have any fun with anyone else, but I’ve always been content
to have a bit of whoever I fancy.”
“Well, if you’re not interested in dates then perhaps I should go,” Sirius said hastily, making to stand up and leave, and hoping that this would be a good excuse to back out of the situation.
“Don’t you dare! I only said that I’ve never dated before; I’m certainly not about to turn you down.”
Shifting awkwardly in his seat, Sirius cursed James under his breath.
“You’re new to all this, aren’t you,” Joe
continued. “So you thought you’d just
dive right in and get yourself a boyfriend?”
“Er, sort of.”
“Let me guess. You came out to your friends, and when Croaker and Podmore went public, they hassled you into doing the same?”
“Er,
yeah. It
was James’s idea. Peter was all for it,
too, and Remus was quite content to sit back and watch them take over my love
life.” And I hope all three of them have to endure slow and painful deaths,
he added silently.
“Speak of the devil…”
Sirius whipped round in his seat and groaned when he saw Remus, Peter and James making their way over to the bar. They were chuckling away—no doubt, at his expense—and James kept looking over to where Joe and Sirius were sitting, his mouth pulled into a self-satisfied smirk.
“Shit.”
“Are your friends here to keep an eye on you?”
Sirius gave a sullen nod. “I’m sure they’ll do their damnedest to stick their oar in.”
“Come on then, let’s get out of here,” Joe said decisively, knocking back the last of his drink and standing up.
“Where are we going?” Sirius asked as he followed suit, and the pair of them exited the pub.
Joe gave him a wink and pulled him towards a pathway that led up to the woods. “To get some privacy.”
Sirius felt numb, as though he was approaching his doom, but he still continued to walk with Joe, not knowing what else to do and worrying what Joe was intending. As soon as they had made it to the cover of the trees, Joe closed in on Sirius, who couldn’t wipe the look of apprehension from his face.
“Haven’t you ever kissed anyone before?” Joe asked in amusement.
“I… I’ve never got around to it: been busy with other things.”
“Causing chaos for the rest of the school, you mean,” Joe said as he backed Sirius against the nearest tree. “Well, I’m more than interested in showing you the ropes, as it were. Don’t worry. I’m not about to bite your head off—although, I may give it a little nibble.”
Joe moved his head closer, but Sirius remained stock still, his body completely rigid with fear at what was about to happen.
“Oh, come on, Sirius,” Joe said, starting to sound annoyed. “You’re not some simpering young girlie; you’re a teenage boy. Normally, that entails an excess of hormones and your brain located somewhere in the region between your stomach and your cock. You can’t want to go out with boys and then not want to do anything with them!”
If Sirius could Apparate, then without question, he would definitely be anywhere but here. But he couldn’t, and there didn’t seem to be anything he could do, besides backing out of the date, and therefore, backing out on his promise to Remus.
He watched Joe’s mouth get closer and closer, and his breath caught in his throat as their lips made contact. Joe wrapped his arms around Sirius’s waist, causing him to shudder.
Then the kiss broke and Joe pulled back to look at him curiously. “Well, this is certainly a revelation: the big, bad Sirius Black is really only a pussycat at heart.”
Pussycat? Sirius choked
internally. A fucking pussycat? No, he bloody well wasn’t; he was a dog,
a huge, ferocious dog—even if he didn’t feel like one at that precise moment.
Joe moved his hands up to Sirius’s
shoulders. Pressing soft kisses to
Sirius’s face, Joe started to massage the top of his back in an effort to relax
him, and to Sirius’s surprise, it was working.
When Joe’s lips met his, Sirius automatically began to kiss back, their
tongues brushing together. Sliding his
hands down Sirius’s arms, Joe interweaved their fingers, and then moved
Sirius’s hands, placing them on his waist, leaving them there and returning to
smooth his own hands along Sirius’s back.
All the while, Sirius was thinking of Remus. Remus
better appreciate this; I hope he’s bloody satisfied with what he’s got me
doing.
Sirius couldn’t hold back a gasp when one of Joe’s hands slid down his chest, only stopping when he reached the front of Sirius’s trousers. Joe kissed him more insistently as he started to rub along Sirius’s cock, and Sirius realised with alarm that he was already hard. He was even more shocked when Joe unbuttoned his jeans, the cold air hitting his skin intermingled with the warmth from Joe’s hand as it wrapped around him.
Joe broke the kiss and looked downwards. Sirius instinctively followed his gaze, and he was captivated by the sight of his cock encased by Joe’s fingers.
“You’ve got a lovely cock, Sirius,” Joe breathed, rubbing his thumb across the head, causing Sirius to gasp again. “Are you enjoying this?”
“Yeah,” Sirius said, fervently telling himself that a wank was a wank; it didn’t matter whose hand it was.
They kissed again, and Sirius lost himself to the sensation of lips and hand. He didn’t notice at first that Joe had moved one of his own hands to the front of Joe’s trousers—until he felt Joe’s erection through the fabric. He froze.
“It’s okay,” Joe said soothingly against his lips. “You don’t have to get it out. Just rub your hand slightly.” Sirius relented, figuring that it was a kind of payment for the wank he was already getting. “Mmm, yes, just like that.”
Their breathing became more ragged as they
kissed and rubbed each other, Sirius refusing to acknowledge to himself what
was occurring. Joe pushed a hand down the
back of Sirius’s trousers to have a good feel of his arse, and Sirius
started. Jerking his hips forward at the
tingling sensation of fingers drifting across skin, he gasped around Joe’s
mouth, and then Joe’s hand sped up around his cock. Seconds later, Sirius was coming.
“Keep rubbing,” Joe said, moving his sticky hand over Sirius’s to guide him. He was leaning against Sirius, panting against his shoulder and pushing back against Sirius’s hand. Sirius gave an experimental squeeze. “Oh, yes,” Joe gasped, and then he shuddered, slumping heavily against Sirius with a groan.
Sirius stood there quietly; he couldn’t think of anything appropriate to say or do. So he concentrated on adamantly not thinking about the fact that he had just played a part in making another boy come, and that he was still standing there with his cock out and the other boy’s hand down the back of his trousers.
“Thank you,” Joe said, and he placed a soft
kiss to Sirius’s lips before casting a spell to clean them both. “Shall we see if your mates have disappeared
yet?”
Sirius nodded mutely, fumbling to do up his
trousers.
“Zonko’s?” Joe asked.
Sirius was in a daze as they walked down to the village. Joe started chatting about the N.E.W.T.s and other everyday things, and soon Sirius was joining in with the conversation. Sirius could do that: talk about things completely unrelated to sex—it certainly helped him to put what they had just done firmly out of his mind.
As they browsed the jokes in Zonko’s, they continued to chat and were soon enjoying their shared love of Quidditch, also finding out that they had a mutual dislike of Snape. They were in the middle of taking the piss out of the Slytherins in general and having a good laugh to boot, when James, Peter and Remus arrived.
Sirius did his best to ignore the others
and to concentrate on what Joe was saying to him, but he couldn’t help but
overhear the occasional loud comment that drifted over; James and Peter were
enjoying themselves far too much at his expense. The temptation to get his wand out and hex
James was almost too much to ignore, but Sirius knew that it wouldn’t go down
well with Remus. Then Sirius suddenly
realised that Joe had stopped talking and was now staring at him with a
disgruntled expression.
“Do they always do this?” Joe asked.
“What?”
“Follow you around.”
“Well, I’ve never—”
“—been on a date before.”
“Yeah.”
They left Zonko’s and wandered along to Honeydukes in the hope of losing the others, but it wasn’t long before James, Peter and Remus followed them there, as well.
“Can’t you tell them to clear off?”
“No point: James has obviously dug his heels in with wanting to embarrass me. They won’t listen.”
“Some friends you have.”
“They’re all right really—most of the time,” Sirius insisted. And they were, despite being downright infuriating at times. The only reason he was here with Joe was because he thought so much of his friendship with Remus. “Nobody’s perfect; I take the good with the bad…”
“Sorry, Sirius, but I’m bored of their game,” Joe said as they gave up and left Honeydukes. “Do you want to walk back to the castle with me?”
“Okay,” Sirius said. He didn’t want to hang around in Hogsmeade because he knew that the others would make a beeline for him the instant they saw him on his own, and he didn’t think he could handle being grilled about the date just yet.
“I guess it’s a bit of a novelty for them,” Joe said. “Hopefully, it’ll have worn off by next time.”
Sirius stopped in his tracks; the thought of having to go on another date had not crossed his mind.
“Next time?” he asked.
Taking Sirius’s hand, Joe pulled him into an adjacent alleyway that was cast in shadow from the buildings standing either side. Joe turned to face him with an earnest expression.
“Next time,” Joe asserted. “I don’t mind if it’s another date or if you just want to meet up for the occasional bit of fun; it’s up to you. But I wouldn’t mind doing either with you.”
Sirius was shocked; he didn’t know what to say. Sure, it had been pleasant enough, spending time with Joe, but to agree to see him again was another matter entirely. It would mean agreeing to do things with Joe, possibly more than what they had already done. Joe leaned forwards to begin kissing his face gently, starting with Sirius’s forehead and then working his way down to his nose, his chin, along his jaw and ending with his lips pressed behind Sirius’s earlobe.
“Unless you don’t want to,” Joe breathed, sending a shiver up Sirius’s spine.
“I hadn’t thought about it,” Sirius squeaked. He hadn’t needed to. The others hadn’t said whether they expected him to continue treating Joe as his boyfriend, or if they would be happy to leave it at Sirius going on a single date. But knowing James, he’d want it to be milked for all its worth. While Sirius was mulling over his decision, Joe resumed with his kisses to Sirius’s neck, running his hand over Sirius’s cock once more.
“We could be seen: we’re right by the
path,” Sirius protested, trying to ignore the fact that he didn’t want to move
away from Joe’s touch.
“I know,” Joe said against his skin. “I can’t help but find it exciting. Any one of those people walking past could glance down here and see us like this: me, rubbing you up and tasting your delicious neck; you, standing there and taking it. Knowing we could be caught turns me on. Doesn’t it send the adrenalin rushing through your veins, too?”
Sirius gasped as Joe squeezed his cock through his trousers. Yes, he had to concede, it was… intoxicating. Joe pulled back to look at Sirius, his eyes boring into him, and Sirius instinctively moved forward to brush their lips together and tentatively place his hands on Joe’s hips. Joe immediately deepened their contact and wrapped his arms around Sirius, pushing the full length of their bodies together. Sirius could feel their erections rubbing against each other through the layers of clothing, and he started to grind his hips in time with Joe’s. As their kisses became more feverish, Sirius held on more firmly, absently stroking along the base of Joe’s back, casting the occasional frantic look towards the street, where he was sure the others were bound to appear at any moment. After what seemed like an eternity of illicit fumblings, they both came, a few beads of sweat scattered across their brows.
“Next time?” Joe asked with a smile.
“Yeah.”