AN: I wrote this… oh, ages ago, but I only realised a couple of days ago that I hadn't posted it, when I went looking for it. I know why I didn't post it then; even after some editing I'm still not completely happy with it, but I figured I'd post it anyway and let you be the deciders of that.

(Reviews are my replacement jelly beans, seeing as I won't be allowed them as of Wednesday because of my braces.)

DEDICATION: Here's to you, Jamie/Pad, for old times' sake and more to come. Bring on what's left of the summer! xD

DISCLAIMER: They're not mine, you should already know that.

WARNINGS: Mature-ish situation, slash. Whoop. 8D

RUN

They were too close. Not the Deatheaters; James and Sirius. The Deatheaters were close, but they could cope with that. Sirius didn't know if he would be able to cope with James being so close to him.

A shout from around the corner made Sirius snatch his gaze away from James: there was a Deatheater at the end of the alleyway. So, they were closer than he had thought. Sirius could see the robed and hooded figure over James' shoulder, coming closer…

"James!" He had meant it to be a warning shout, but it came out as a kind of strangled whisper.

The other man was only inches from him, smirking slightly, moving closer.

"What about Lily?" He could hardly bear to say the name of James' fiancée, but it was a question that had to be asked. Looking into James' darkening eyes had pushed the thought of the approaching Deatheater out of his mind.

James' smirk faltered slightly, but he seemed as confident as before. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her," he whispered. "Don't try and tell me you don't want this, too, Padfoot." He glanced downwards, showing Sirius' growing erection had not slipped his attention.

He opened his mouth to reply, but James quickly silenced him by pressing their lips together, pushing him sideways into another alley at the same time.

They stumbled together, pressing against each other; Sirius now having taken control, James' back pressed against the brick wall.

It was gentle at first, his tongue tracing the line of James' lips. James let out a moan and he took the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside James' mouth.

He could feel hands fumbling at his trouser fastenings. His concentration had been fully set on kissing James, but the other's light touch on his erection made him moan and his focus slipped. He had been missing this. Really missing it.

James pulled away, smirking at him. James pressed one last kiss to Sirius' lips; hand still wrapped around his cock, and sank to his knees in front of him.

It wasn't to be, however. Bright flashes of green and red light and shouts came from the end of the alley. Lily's voice, as well as Arthur's and Remus'. They didn't know the two men were down the alley…

"Run!" That was Arthur. If he was telling the others to run it must be bad. In most situations, the Order fought.

James looked up at him, his eyes apologetic. "Padfoot…" his voice was quiet and slightly hoarse. Sirius gasped as James gave his cock one last squeeze, a bright green light skimming the top of his head at the exact same moment. That was too close.

"James!" Once again it was too quiet, a whisper rather than a shout, relating to the long fingers round his cock rather than the approaching Deatheater.

James was fumbling with Sirius' trousers again. His hazel eyes flicked upwards and locked with Sirius' grey. They were both thinking the same thing.

"Run!"

It was a whisper, but it was enough. James scrambled to his feet and they both ran.