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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Peter_Pettigrew, Sirius_Black/Original_Female_Character
  Character:
      James_Potter, Remus_Lupin, Sirius_Black, Peter_Pettigrew
  Additional Tags:
      Marauders'_Era, sixteen-year-olds_shagging, Sixty-Nining
  Series:
      Part 1 of My_MWPP_Tales
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-01-24 Words: 6163
****** Boys Keep Swinging ******
by Laural
Summary
     Peter discovers the Room of Requirement.
Notes
     Ever wonder why Peter was so ready to betray Sirius Black?
James Potter squinted at the parchment Black had handed him. "Bloody hell,
how'm I supposed to read this without a magnifying charm?"
Sirius Black scowled. "You don't need to read the damn thing, just cast a
Copying Charm or something."
"Right. No, wait, I've got a better idea." Potter unrolled the thirty-inch
parchment flat on the Gryffindor common room floor, pulled out his wand,
touched it to the parchment, then closed his eyes. He concentrated, biting his
lip, and the parchment underwent a Transfiguration. It became cloth, grew to
double its size, and all the names did as well.
"Perfect! No, wait, one more thing." Black waved his wand over the banner, and
the names rearranged to make room for a slogan: CONGRATULATIONS SIRIUS BLACK /
ON A MASSIVE SNOGFEST.
There weren't very many people in the common area, but they all looked up at
the floating banner. It attached itself over the fireplace. The boys snorted
and grinned, while the girls rolled their eyes. Most of them, anyway; the two
sixth-year girls who noted their names on the banner had different reactions.
Godiva Turpin shrieked and wailed and ran upstairs to the girls' quarters,
while Nessa Finnigan walked right up to Sirius and slapped him in the face.
"How dare you!" she whispered then walked out.
Black shrugged while Potter grinned. "Girls, eh?"
"Where's Remus and Peter?" asked Black.
"Still raiding the kitchens I'd assume. I've got a couple cases of butterbeer,
will you bring them out? I'm gonna work on the entertainment. "
"You mean that awful noise that resembles cats mating?"
"Hey, a party's not a party without Bowie!"
Black sighed and went up to their rooms to fetch the drinks. He also grabbed
his flask – it was too early for firewhiskey but he didn't want to have to go
back for it. He couldn't believe Potter. Over the summer he had found out all
of Lily Evans' favorite Muggle singers. While he agreed with Black about most
of the noise, he was infatuated with David Bowie's music. He'd bought all of
his albums and copied most of them into magical crystal form. The crystal
played every one of Bowie's songs in random order, and pulsed and flashed to
the beat as well. And when Black returned, the crystal was doing so on the
mantle, and Lupin and Pettigrew had arrived with the food.
"Excellent, mates." He opened a few butterbeers and passed them to the other
Marauders, then offered them to the other Gryffindors. They all gladly
accepted. "What's the occasion?" asked Algie Longbottom.
"Black snogged the sixth year," replied Lupin.
Longbottom blinked. "What, the whole year? Every girl?"
"Correct," said Black.
"Except Lily Evans," Potter pointed out.
"True," Black conceded. He would never have done that to a mate. Fortunately
Lupin was dating a fifth-year Ravenclaw, Sandra Brocklehurst, so that wasn't an
issue. As for Pettigrew, well.
"Well done mate! Cheers!" announced Longbottom, clinking his bottle against the
others.
Black settled in on a couch next to Lupin and Potter, and Pettigrew sat at
Potter's feet. "I can't believe you managed it, Sirius. I wouldn't even know
how to get a girl to agree to kiss me."
"Well, if you happen to be me, you just say, Hullo, I'm Sirius Black. Fancy
meeting me behind the greenhouse before Quidditch practice? For you, though,
I'd rethink that strategy."
"Yeah I don't think that would work for anyone who wasn't Sirius Black,"
laughed Potter. "I personally prefer asking a girl to Hogsmeade, and if she
lets you hold her hand on the way, suggest the tea shop." Potter had had a few
girlfriends, but they seemed to be able to tell that he'd prefer to be with
Evans, or at least, not with them.
Speaking of Evans… She walked in just after Potter's advice to Wormtail. She
stopped dead when she saw the boys with their butterbeers and the banner
hanging high. "Sirius Black, you are a totally disgusting excuse for a human
being," she declared after reading the names on the banner. "This is - are you
joking? This is every single girl in our year except me!"
Potter stood up. "Black is a rotter, all right. Fancy a butterbeer?"
She shook her head. "There's a Prefects' meeting before curfew, then we have to
do rounds. Lupin?"
He sighed and put his drink down. "I'll see you lads later." He followed her
out. Potter's eyes followed Evans, and Pettigrew's eyes were on Potter. Black
almost didn't notice, but when he did he almost dropped his bottle. Well, he
supposed it wasn't so surprising, but -
Potter's voice broke into his thoughts. "Wish you'd lend me some of that mojo
you got, Padfoot," he said morosely. "Evans won't even give me the time of
day."
"I would, but, getting a bird to snog you is totally different than getting her
to shag you."
"I don't want to SHAG her!" Everyone laughed at that, and Potter blushed. "Or –
well, not JUST. I – hell, haven't you ever had a crush, Black?"
"Course I have, Prongs. But I think calling it a crush is a bit disingenuous,
you've been mooning over Evans since third year."
Potter sighed. "You really think it's pointless?"
"If I thought it was pointless, her name would be on that banner too," he lied.
Of course it was pointless, Evans was a wet hen with a stick up her arse.
Gorgeous, sure, but so very uptight. Everyone knew she thought the Marauders
were all major prats, and she probably wouldn't touch James with a ten-foot
pole. But Black would never say something like that to Potter. He couldn't bear
to upset him. "Let's get back to the subject of myself and my success, shall
we?"
Black started describing what it had been like to kiss Cassandra Brown, the
first girl in their year to start wearing a bra (all the way back in First
Year). She had T&A for miles, and wasn't at all averse to letting Black get a
few feels in. Most of the other girls who hadn't yet left, did during this
speech, but one of them, fifth-year Sitar Patil, just smiled and raised her
eyebrows at him. He winked at her a couple times.
And then Martin Perks, a seventh-year, walked in. He blanched when he saw the
banner, but he quietly scanned the list and was obviously relieved. He grabbed
a butterbeer and smiled at Sirius. Sirius smiled back at him. Did he really
think I'd be that terrible, to put the names of EVERYONE I snogged up? Black
was well aware that most blokes were less than open about that sort of thing.
Black personally didn't care who knew he was into guys as well as girls – it
was seen as just another crazy thing he did – but he knew he was bigger and
better at dueling than anyone who'd try anything because of it.
"Scuse me, got to hit the head," announced Potter. Pettigrew's eyes were still
on him as he left.
"Hey Peter, could you come with me for a sec?"
Peter jumped. "Uh, sure, Sirius," he stammered, and followed him back to their
room.
"What's up?" he asked.
"You fancy James, don't you."
Putting it point-blank seemed to stun Peter. "What – what – what the hell are
you on about?"
"Oh don't act all innocent. Look, if it makes you feel any better, I'd shag him
if he leaned that way at all."
Peter blushed. "I don't – don't – what, you're sick, Black. Totally bent, you
are. Just 'cos you'd shag anything that moved doesn't mean the rest of us are
like it."
He shrugged. "Look, I won't tell him if you don't want me to."
"There's nothing to tell!" he insisted in a high-pitched squeal. "I like girls!
GIRLS!"
Protesting too much, noted Black. "Sure, sure you do Wormtail, sorry I brought
it up. Let's go back to the party then."
Potter was back by the time they returned. "Where'd you two go off?"
"Oh, come on, you know yer mum likes two blokes at once," drawled Black.
Pettigrew's jaw dropped while Potter howled with laughter.
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Peter Pettigrew awoke with a massive hangover. He groaned as he sat up. Why oh
why had he accepted Black's flask? His right hand reached over to his
nightstand and - it wasn't there. He sat up, blinking, and realized he wasn't
in his rooms, in fact. He thought he remembered being incredibly drunk and
looking for the head, but for some reason he'd gone to the seventh floor
instead of to the Gryffindor boys' bathroom.
Some reason, of course, being his fear of that Black would try to continue
their conversation. Or, even worse, that he'd told James. So he'd gone
elsewhere, down the stairs that went up (it being Saturday the 19th on an odd
year) and stopped at the tapestry of the troll ballet. And then he nearly fell
and the next thing he recalled, he was at a toilet, aiming very carefully. The
toilet was still there, but it was rather far from the bed. The room was mostly
empty otherwise, except for the nightstand with water on it on the left side of
the bed. He gratefully drank the entire glass, and used the pitcher to refill
it. He thought for a minute, opened up the nightstand, and took the small vial
out. He sniffed it cautiously, then drank it, and his headache disappeared.
Hangover Cure. Whatisthis place?
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He may not have been the cleverest
or most agile of the Marauders, but he wasn't bad with Transfigurations or
Wards. He'd been the first to figure out how to transform into an Animagus.
Granted, he'd stayed stuck a rat for the weekend, but still. He felt the wards
in this room, and they were unbelievably complex, worse than the Gordian Knot
at his Charms OWL. The room had Unplottable wards tied into Hogwarts'
Unplottable wards, for one thing. There was plenty of other magic tied into the
room, it apparently would give whoever found it whatever they wanted. Peter
opened his eyes and walked out the room. Spells of that sort generally required
asking thrice, so he walked by what should have been the entrance three times
muttering, "I want a dance hall."
When he opened the entrance again, he was amazed. Not surprised as such, but
there was a dance hall like the one his parents had described meeting at. Huge
chandeliers coming down from the ceiling, intricate woodwork and gargoyles, and
checkerboard tiles. Instrumental music played softly. He couldn't stop
grinning.
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Black glanced up from his food. "Merlin's balls, is that Wormtail doing the
walk of shame?"
The rest of them looked up as well. There he was, wearing the same outfit he
had at the party, although his hair had a freshly-washed damp gleam. And
grinning. He sat down and said "Good morning."
"It's afternoon," said Lupin. "You'll note that the food is lunch rather than
breakfast." They were all eating soup so they wouldn't hurl from their
hangovers. It was true that butterbeer could get you drunk if you had enough,
but it was even more true if it was spiked with Ogden's.
He wouldn't stop smiling. "Well, all right then," he said, and tucked away into
some roast beef and pudding. The rest of them stared.
Potter spoke up. "How the hell can you eat that?"
"Had a hangover potion," Peter managed, his mouth full.
"You had a hangover potion that you've been hiding from us?" demanded Black.
He shook his head, but refused to elaborate till he was finished. The rest of
them finished their soup and sipped tea, waiting.
Finally his plate was clean. "You'd all better come with me."
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They'd been appropriately amazed. Lupin had pictured a bookstore, Black some
sort of sex dungeon, and now Potter's room was similar to his bedroom at home,
except with a full-size poster of Lilly Evans in a negligee, posing and blowing
kisses. "Prongs," they moaned.
"This is bloody fantastic," said Black for the fifth time, bouncing on the bed.
"Can you imagine how much sixty-nining we can get done now?" Black had learned
about the sex act watching Muggle porn over the summer, and mentioned it at
least twice a week. Peter pictured himself and James lying on the bed that way
and felt his face go red.
"Wait a minute, I've got a better idea," said James. He walked to the wardrobe
and leaned his head against it. He appeared to be concentrating. Peter made
sure everyone else was also watching James and let his eyes stay on him.
Suddenly he whipped open the wardrobe door. "It worked!" He walked back to the
bed, clutching a piece of parchment triumphantly.
"What worked?" asked Lupin. James grinned and unfolded the parchment. "Map of
Hogwarts."
They were speechless. Hogwarts was unplottable, and every effort the four had
made to create a map had failed utterly. Something about the wards, figured
Peter. But now, James had thought of it, and the room gave it to him.
"Bloody brilliant!" exclaimed Black, snatching the map up. "Look, it even has
the people! These little dots, if you focus on them, they've got names!
Merlin!"
They all stared at James. "You think of that too?" asked Lupin. At James' shy
nod, he started an opera clap, which the others picked up. Peter tried not to
clap any harder or faster than the others. "Bravo, well done Prongs!" Black put
the map back on the bed.
"Well I just thought of everything I'd want in a map of Hogwarts," he said.
"Knowing where the teachers are would be essential."
Peter traced his fingers along the map, then noticed something. "This room is
missing!"
The other three exchanged glances. "Makes sense, I suppose. The room wouldn't
want just anyone finding it."
"Nothing's perfect," agreed Black. "Although this room comes bloody close!"
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Sirius Black smiled at Tocelyn Price while he walked three times in front of
the entrance to the Room of Requirement (what the House Elves called it; even
their magic didn't allow them in without permission). I need a place to snog,
he thought firmly, and then opened the door. It was dark inside, with a few
candles burning, and an enchanted violin playing. And of course, a giant bed in
the center.
Unfortunately, the bed was occupied.
"MOONY!"
"Aw, shit." Lupin grabbed his and Brocklehurst's robes. "Scuse me a bit,
please."
"Thought you said no one could get in here," sniffed Price.
"Let me talk to Lupin a bit, luv." The boys walked to the other end of the
hall. "What the hell were you doing, Moony?"
Remus grinned and raised his eyebrows. "Really need to ask?"
"What? No! I meant - dammit, how the hell was I able to get in when you were
already there?" They had definitely tested it - if someone was in the room
already, you weren't supposed to be able to enter.
He shrugged. "I'm guessing the Room sensed you wanted it for the same reason I
did."
Black tapped his chin. "I suppose that makes sense. Hmph."
"Yeah, look, we need to draw up a schedule. Prongs and Wormtail aren't going to
want the Room as often as we are, but they'll probably want it sometimes."
"Right. Well. I guess you can have it for a bit longer now -" he looked at his
watch - "say another hour?"
"I suppose." They shook hands, Lupin returned to the Room, and Black went to
Price. "Well, as you probably figured out, Lupin got dibs for the next little
while. So we could go kill some time elsewhere? Say, my room?" He pulled her
hands to his chest and smiled at her, but she didn't melt at all.
"Aren't your OTHER roommates going to be in there?"
"They'll scoot for a bit if I ask nicely. So?"
She let go of one hand and squeezed his other. "All right then. But they're not
allowed at all. I've no desire to let Potter or anyone else see anything."
Price was a bit shy, he reflected as they walked back. He slinked his arm
around her waist, but she pushed it off her with a glare. She had absolutely
refused to do anything in any sort of semi-public place. Which, at Hogwarts,
was virtually all of them. The description of the Room of Requirement had
convinced her, though. She was annoyed about having a frigid reputation, she
had confided, and had no problems getting off with Black as long as they had
total privacy. Whereas Black could care less who caught him, as long as it
wasn't a teacher or Filch.
"Isn't it funny that boys can't go in the girls' rooms, but the other is fine?"
he said as they climbed up Gryffindor Tower.
"I dunno, men do tend to rape more than women."
For once Black had nothing to say, till he got to the Fat Lady. "Pumpkin
juice." He helped Price through, and she let him, so that was a good sign.
"You're still all right with this, right?"
"Don't be silly. I can still hex you if I have any issues," she teased.
"Right then." He smiled and they went up to the boys' dorm, to the room he
shared with Potter, Pettigrew and Lupin. Only Peter was there, but he was
getting dressed.
"James is at Quidditch practice," he said. "He should be at least another
thirty minutes."
It was always James with Pettigrew. Not Potter and rarely Prongs. How could he
deny it? "Well if you could be so kind as to tell him not to come back for a
bit, I would be most appreciative."
"Sure, I was going to watch the practice anyway."
Of course you were, Peter. "Later then."
As soon as the door slammed shut, Black cast an alarm charm on the door. "In
case they come back early. Now then." He led her to the bed. "Where were we?"
She finally smiled and pressed her lips against his. Her mouth was slightly
open, and she had clearly at least done this bit before. Black gently probed
her mouth with his tongue, rubbing against the roof of her mouth before
wrapping his tongue around hers. She was a little surprised but pushed her
tongue against his as well.
While they kissed, he snaked one hand into her hair. With his other hand he
loosened the top of her robes. He cupped her breast and attempted to pinch her
nipple through her bra. "Mmmmmmmmm" she moaned, and her body went slack against
his arms. He broke apart from her lips and put a trail of kisses down her neck
to her collarbone, where he bit her, hard. She gasped out loud - in a good way
- and he pulled her robes off a bit more. His erection was almost painful. She
helped, reaching her arms back to shake them loose. He went ahead and removed
his as well, then unbuttoned her blouse while he kissed her collarbone more.
She unhooked her bra. Sirius moaned, "How lovely," and cupped both her tits.
His lips made their way down the right one first. He tongued her softly around
the nipple, and the noises she made encouraged him. Also, the fact that she was
now laying down, blouse totally unbuttoned, bra hanging loose. He licked her
nipple then began sucking on it. With his right hand he caressed the other one,
pinching the left nipple gently. She was still moaning and gasping and
occasionally muttering "Merlin!" By varying his sucking speed he could change
the pitch of her noises. He then switched, his mouth now on her left nipple,
hand on her right nipple. This time there was very little gentleness.
"Oh MERLIN!" she gasped when he bit the nipple. Not too hard, not yet. She
broke away for a minute, though, and pulled off her shirt and bra. "Beautiful,"
he breathed, and meant it. There was nothing hotter than a topless girl who
wanted your hands and mouth on her tits. After admiring the view for a minute,
his head was pulled back to her chest. He obliged, lying on top of her, sucking
at her nipples again, licking, sucking, moaning. She started thrusting against
him. He gasped; as if his cock wasn't rock-solid enough! He definitely had no
problems obliging that, and ground his hips against hers. He pulled his head
back to concentrate on the dry humping. "So beautiful," he whispered, his hands
squeezing her tits again, pinching her nipples again.
They had talked a little bit about sex, enough to let him know that she'd had
one summer fling with a Muggle that was basically awful, and he was determined
to show her that that was an aberration, that sex could be amazing and
wonderful. But Quidditch practice would be ending soon, and they were going to
have the Room of Requirement soon enough, and -
As if thinking of it had been a charm, the alarm went off. "Fucking hell," spat
Sirius.
"It's just me," announced Remus. "You guys can go back to the room."
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Tossy Price was rather flushed as Sirius led her back up seven flights to what
he called "The Room of Requirement." She had initially had a few qualms about
this rendezvous, but the bedroom session had rather well erased them. Her
summer fling hadn't paid nearly that much attention to her desires!
A bad night, that was. But what else would one expect from a Muggle? Not that
she was prejudiced, she had nothing against non-purebloods, but one had to
admit that Muggleswere not Wizards. She'd hoped a slightly older Muggle would
at least have some idea of what to do in the bedroom, but he really hadn't. At
first the experience had turned her off sex totally, but after a month or so
she couldn't help wondering how it would be different with a wizard. Her
roommates said it varied, but one thing they all agreed on: for a no-strings
good time, Sirius Black would deliver. Tossy had been working up the courage to
even talk to him, but last week he approached her. Just for some kissing, but
it seemed only natural to ask after that. He had actually been taken somewhat
aback by her request, but after explaining, he agreed, as long as he could find
a private place.
And yesterday she received a note during dinner. "Found the perfect spot. Busy
tomorrow? Black." Not exactly conducive, but he'd made up for it today. Walking
up and down the stairs after that first bit, her legs rubbed together and she
wished she'd worn a skirt instead of slacks. Or perhaps nothing but knickers
under her robe would have been better. Oh well, he'd surely know what to do
anyway.
Back on the seventh floor, Sirius walked back and forth three times, then
opened the door. It was almost identical to how it had been before, except,
thank Merlin, no Remus and girlfriend at all. The soft candlelight and violin
music was perfect, and Sirius pulled her into his arms. "Hm, where were we
now?" He kissed her deeply, and she felt herself get even wetter.
They removed robes and tops - she hadn't bothered to rehook her bra - and she
pulled him to the bed. He moved his mouth all over her breasts and nipples
again, and she breathed, "I think – we were – about there." His hands were now
moving all over her upper body, and before she knew it, rubbing her slacks
against her crotch. He was grinding against her knee, as well. Feeling
thatagainst her made her start to panic. Merlin, that's - that's enormous! How
on Earth could he possibly fit it inside?
Sirius noted her going rigid, and pulled back. "Something wrong luv?"
"I - I don't - "
He sat up and pulled her forward, pushed her head between her knees. "Here,
take a few deep breaths. It's ok to be nervous, even if you aren't a virgin."
She sat back up. "That's not it, not - exactly. I'm just - well -"
"We can go as slow as you need to," he promised. "We've all the time in the
world. Well, all right, four hours till dinner, but that's more than enough."
She sighed, then looked away. "The bloke I shagged over the summer was just - a
lot smaller, that's all."
He chuckled at that. "Really? I always thought I was dead average." He took her
hand and guided it to his zippered crotch. "Six inches, honest. Not really too
big, I don't think."
"How many erect penises have you seen, then?" she challenged.
"This month, or in my entire Hogwarts career?" He pulled her hand up and down
till she took the hint and began stroking it on her own. "Mmmmmmm. I am
bisexual, Tossie. That's not just something I say to shock people. I fancy
blokes and birds both. And it's bloody easier to get naked in boys' dorms, as
you are now aware." He pushed her hand onto his fly, and she unzipped it and
loosened his jeans. He wriggled them off and pulled her to the side of him.
"But I've seen girls freak out at their first glimpse of a hard cock. I don't
take it personally. First time I saw girl bits scared me too. Course, that was
'cos I was five and thought her willie'd been chopped off."
She giggled at that. "I'm not afraid of - hard cock." She whispered the last
word.
"Good, it's nothing to be frightened of. I think it helps to get to know the
cock before the sex. It's silly to just rush through to the old in-out, when
there's all these parts to play with!" He reached to her slacks and undid them
as well. She slid out of them nervously, hoping he didn't find her belly and
arse too fat. "Mmmm, you really are gorgeous like this, do you know that?" He
pushed gently on her mound, then slowly moved his fingers into her knickers.
She started moaning softly, and cautiously reached into his pants. She found it
hard to believe he was average, as she wrapped her hands around it and gently
went up and down on it.
"Mmmm, you can grab a bit harder if you like." She gripped firmly, and he
moaned in response. "That's it, mmmmm."
It was hard to concentrate on her own hand movements with his hand and fingers
playing with her folds. "Merlin, you're so wet," and she became even wetter
than she thought possible at his words. But every time she stopped the handjob,
he stopped as well. So she tried not to stop.
"I've never been, um, fingered."
"Oh?" He suddenly twisted his wrist and then he was inside her, two fingers in
her pussy. "D'you like it?"
She moaned and squeezed his cock even tighter in response as he thrust his
fingers in and out. He started rubbing his thumb along the slit, to the top, oh
FUCK, her clit -
"Guess that's a yes." He brought his other hand down to rub her clit as he
fingered her. No, he finger-fucked her, at least three of his fingers sliding
in and out. She bucked her hips against his hand as she murmured, "fuck fuck
fuck merlin fuck merlin fuck fuck fuck -"
"What are you trying to say," he whispered in her ear. "You want me to fuck
you?" He leaned over and bit her nipple again, and she let out a small scream.
"Not with my hand?"
She shook her head, and pulled down his pants, "With this."
"Say it."
"I want - you to - fuck me - with this."
"With what?" He bit her other nipple.
"WITH YOUR COCK!"
"Well, all right, then," he said, pulled down her knickers, then picked her
legs up to his shoulders. He nudged his cock gently into her pussy; fortunately
the fingerplay had loosened her up quite a bit, and it fit rather easily. He
pushed all the way into her and moaned, "Oh FUCK your tight little cunt feels
good, I'm going to fuck you so good..."
She could barely speak as he moved ever so slowly, up and down, but she managed
to whisper, "Faster."
"What's that?"
"Faster!"
"One second," he replied, then cast some spell with his wand, and put it back
down. Then he really began the fucking, hands on her hips, ramming into her,
hard and fast. "Oh yeah - oh - yeah - oh - yeah," he chanted.
She couldn't believe how fantastic it felt to have him slamming into her, balls
slapping against her cunt. She felt like she was riding a wave, and then
suddenly, it was higher and higher and higher - and then it broke, and she
screamed obscenities she didn't even know she knew. He was going even harder
and faster and then he said, "Oh MERLIN I'm going to cum!" and he pulled out
his cock and it shot cum on her belly up to her chest.
"Uhhhhh fuck," she moaned.
"No shit," he agreed, then cast a Scourgify to clean her up.
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Black had insisted they all go into the Room of Requirement, which was
decorated for a party, complete with Bowie. "What's this about now?" asked
Potter. Black pointed to the banner. "CONGRATULATIONS MOONY ON SHAGGING A BIRD/
WELL DONE MATE!"
Lupin was not very amused, but he sighed and sat on one of the two sofas.
"Really, Sirius?"
"Really." He poured four careful shots of whiskey. "Now, for details."
"Details?" He sipped slowly at his drink, as did Potter, while Black and
Pettigrew slammed theirs and went for seconds. "I don't really think youneed
details."
"Moooooo-ny! I told you about my first time!" This was a lie, but he hadtold
the gang about his second time, and third, and fourth, and now fifth – since
none of those were with his cousin.
"Yes, Black, you told us everything about every girl you shagged. Why do you
need to hear about my awkward sex?"
Black couldn't believe it. The whole reason he told his friends was so they'd
know what it was like to sleep with a certain girl. It wasn't as if any of them
would be able to do Lupin's girlfriend, after all, so why wouldn't he let them
know? Unless it was really as bad as he was acting. "Was it really as bad as
you're acting?"
Lupin sighed and shook his head. "I just don't want to talk about Sandra like
that, all right?"
Potter grinned. "Don't worry, Padfoot. I plan to visit the 'Shagging Room' very
soon."
Black snorted. "Who with?"
"I'll think of someone," he said.
He snorted again. "What about you, Peter? Gonna be needing time on the
schedule?" They'd began working on the schedule before Quidditch practice had
ended, but obviously if Prongs was going up they'd need to change it again.
Peter replied, "Sure, why not. Can I get Wednesday nights?"
"Fine with me."
"And me," said Lupin. "Look, as much as I appreciate the loss-of-virginity
party theme, I do have to get ready for Prefect rounds, and it is Sunday
night." He finished his whiskey and put his glass down.
Potter did likewise. "Some of us have early morning Quidditch practice," he
apologized, and he and Lupin left.
Sirius watched Peter watch James leave. "More whiskey?" he asked Peter.
"I suppose." He held out his glass, and this time Black filled it almost to the
top.
"You know, Wormtail, you aren't really that bad-looking a bloke," he said. Not
that he held a candle to himself or James, but Peter and Remus probably were in
the same league. "If Remus can get a girlfriend, you can too."
He almost missed Peter's second take. "I guess so."
"But then, you don't really fancy girls, do you?"
Peter just glared at him, then tossed back the entire glass of whiskey. "You
better shut up about that."
"I know how to keep a secret. Why'd'ya think I always talk about girls so
much?"
"Because James and Remus like girls."
"Ok, well, there is that," Black conceded. "The first time I mentioned even
kissing a bloke, they got all weird about it, so I barely mentioned it since."
He filled Peter's glass again, then finished his own for another refill. He was
definitely beginning to feel a bit drunk.
"I don't really want to have a crush on James," Peter suddenly burst out.
Black was just drunk enough to get annoyed. Really, really annoyed. He didn't
exactly know why, but ... "Then just wink and smile at some other bloke in the
showers."
"I just don't know what to do," he said morosely, staring at his cup, as if
Black hadn't said a word.
Black couldn't believe how incredibly angry he was. He also couldn't believe
that he walked over to Peter, grabbed his whiskey away, and kissed him
furiously on the mouth. He tasted of whiskey and defeat, but it didn't take him
long at all to kiss back. Or to pull Black onto the couch with him.
Oh, he can't stop staring at James! He has such a crush on James! Well forget
about James, he thought furiously. I'm a million times sexier than James is,
I'm taller and have better hair, and I'm a Black!
He fumbled at Peter's robes, who gladly removed them himself. Black returned
the favor, then resumed kissing him with passion, heat and fury. His hands were
all tangled in Black's hair. His kisses were, in return, hungry. So were his
hands, which were already at Black's jeans. For the second time today, someone
was unzipping his jeans and handling his cock. If he hadn't already come
earlier he thought he might've now. "Sixty-nine!" he barked.
Peter stopped and pulled away from him. "Wh- what?"
"I've yet to sixty-nine with someone. Come on," he urged, pulling off all of
his clothing. "Nox Lumos!" he cast before putting down his wand.
Peter took his clothing off a bit more tentatively. "You know I've never -"
"It's not difficult," Black cut off. "Lay on the couch." Peter did so, and
Black crawled on top of him. He quickly realized that with their height
difference, he'd have to arch his back quite a bit. "Just do what I do, more or
less." He took Peter's cock into his hands. He'd never actually watched Peter
wank in the shower, unlike with some other boys, so he was surprised to
discover that his cock was actually rather larger than his own. Maybe not quite
as long, but definitely wider. "My, you're packing away a nice fat prick,
aren't you Wormtail?"
Peter had grabbed his own cock and was giving it a rather good handjob. "I
guess so," he murmured, then gasped as Black stuffed it down his throat. He'd
practiced for ages to get rid of his gag reflex, and the sounds Peter was
making were very rewarding. He ran his tongue around the base, flicked to his
balls, then let the other boy thrust in and out of his throat. Face-fucking.
Unfortunately the poor kid couldn't manage two things at once, so his own
blowjob wasn't yet really happening, his cock was just gripped at the base
while Peter sucked at the knob end. Not that bad, but not a proper blowjob.
Fortunately it was only about five minutes before Peter moaned loudly,
wordlessly, and came. His cock was far enough down his throat that Black had no
trouble swallowing, and he stopped bobbing while he waited for Peter's body to
become still again. He climbed off him, then said, "Let's try it this way now,"
and guided him to the floor on his knees while Black sat at the edge of the
couch. Peter eagerly went back to sucking on his cock, now free of distraction,
much better than a newbie should be. Note to self: get more blowjobs from
blokes.
"Shitfuck, Peter," he gasped, not exactly aware of which was Peter's hands and
which was his mouth anymore, "you suck cock like a thousand-Galleon hooker!"
This only encouraged him to suck harder and bob faster and squeeze his prick
and balls and oh SHIT -
"Oh FUCK I'm coming!" and Peter sucked and swallowed his load like a greedy
cocksucker, like he was starving and would never eat anything as delicious as
Black's prick and spunk. He couldn't take anymore, and gently pushed him away.
"Merlin, enough."
"Was I good enough?"
"Merlin, yes," he replied. "Lumos." They got dressed in silence, still
relatively drunk. Black dug around and found the hangover potion, and tossed a
vial to Peter. "Catch."
As Black closed the door, Peter leaned in and kissed his forehead. "What are
you doing Wednesday?"
"Definitely not telling James and Lupin about this," said Black.
And neither of them noticed in the shadows opposite the corridor, Severus
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