Summary: One-shot. I just had an idea. I think I'm gonna write loads of little fics like this, so it will kinda be in a series.
Start Time: 18:54
End Time: 19:06
Disclaimer: I live in a little apartment in Whitechapel, am currently 'revising' for my GCSEs and have just finished listening to A Fever You Can't Sweat Out by Panic! At The Disco. I'm not J.K. And if you want more proof, just read my story...
"I can't believe I'm gonna loose you!"
"Padfoot! You make it sound like I'm dying."
"Well you are to me. Fourteen hours, that's all we've got left."
"We agreed this was only gonna be a six-week thing in the first place. You can't complain."
"But I never realised how much I loved you!"
With that James sighed. The truth was that he loved Sirius too, but what could he do. He was marrying Lily Evans. That was all he'd ever wanted since first year, right? So then why was it so hard to let Sirius go? His time pondering this was cut short by the swift entrance of Sirius's tongue to his mouth. The kiss was reciprocated instantly, and within seconds James could feel himself going hard.
Shit. That was the effect Sirius had on him. Even his first time with Lily had taken some effort, but not with Sirius. It was just a natural reaction, a reflex he'd been born with.
"Get them off." Sirius always barked commands out like that, because despite what anyone thought, he wasn't too experienced in the whole sex thing. But James had no problem obeying him, and within seconds he was lying naked, face-down on his best friend's couch.
Sirius fucked him hard that night, no time for being kind, and he wasn't. He was brutal. But with amazing results. James doubted he'd ever have an orgasm that powerful again, and knew he hadn't before. Although some occasions were strong runner-ups. And none of them had been with dear Lily.
But he was doing the right thing. He had to be doing the right thing. This was all he'd ever wanted. James just couldn't tell whether 'this' was Sirius or Lily. And now it was too late.
A/N: I'll be writing more from now on hopefully. Please R&R. I don't care if you tell me you got a brain tumour from reading it, so long as you favourite it, please!