'Are you awake?'
It was a familiar question from a very familiar voice but was by now so out of context that Sirius jerked awake immediately. He blinked hard, his eyes adjusting to the bright light streaming through the large window of a room he knew only too well. The events of the night before came back and a heavy weight seemed to drop into his stomach. 'Err, yeah,' he muttered, scrabbling off the mattress and reaching for his shoes.
'Stay for breakfast,' said Will, a look of annoyance crossing his face as he realised how it sounded.
'It's fine. I have stuff to do.'
'Hustling?'
Sirius, looked up, glaring. Anger flamed inside him as he remembered his last conversation with Will over a month before. 'So what? There are worse things.'
There was a pause. 'So you haven't been home?' asked Will, slightly surprised. He knew how much Sirius hated his family but personally hadn't thought that he would have been able to cope without the luxury he was used to.
Sirius shook his head, standing up. The look on his face told Will that he was not to pursue this line of conversation. Awkwardness descended on them. 'I'll show myself out.'
He moved past Will quickly but started when Will reached out and grabbed his arm.
'I'm sorry how things ended between us, but-' He left the sentence hanging.
Sirius knew what he was getting at. But Sirius had changed too much and was too hard to deal with. Even for Will. He stared Will in the eye for a moment and saw pity there. He looked away and left.
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Sirius passed the day in a haze of cocaine and deep thought. When he thought of Will anger bubbled in his chest; how dare he judge Sirius when they had been through so much? Will hadn't been much different.
Filled with trepidation, he hung around his usual corner and picked up a couple of lunchtime tricks – a few office workers looking for a quick blow job. Not much but an extra sixty pounds in his back pocket.
Sitting down on a park bench with a cigarette and Mars Bar, he sunk into sullen thought again. Images of Will, James and his father flashed through his mind before he thought of the first man who had ever paid him for sex. Will hadn't been so judging then and he had only been fifteen, but maybe his new relative sobriety had made him less forgiving. The memory flooded back.
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Sirius sat at the bar, right leg crossed over the left one, swirling the remains of his gin and tonic around the glass. The general hum of the late night conversation mulled around him as he took another sip.
He had sat at the bar all evening as he had nowhere else to go. He had pondered scrounging a night on Kit's sofa but didn't want to push himself on anyone. Anyway, he thought that loitering in dodgy Soho bars would at least ensure he stayed well away from any of his cousins prowling grounds. If he decided to loiter around the Ritz, he would stand a good chance of bumping into Lucius Malfoy, and he certainly didn't fancy that. No, strange men and grimy glasses were a much safer alternative.
He glanced at the clock and realised with a jolt that it was nearly closing time. A knot tightened in his stomach and his thoughts inexplicitly jumped to James, who he presumed was asleep safely in his bed in Richmond.
Draining his glass, he left the bar, earning a few unashamed stares from older men who were lingering, hoping to pick up someone at the last minute. It was a breezy night for June, and a definite chill was in the air. He wrapped his scruffy cashmere cardigan tighter around his slim frame and sniffed. He had managed to scrounge half a line of coke off a young clubber, but that had been over three hours ago and the effects of the drug were long gone. He fumbled in his pocket for a crumpled pack of Marlboro's and opened them only to discover that it was empty.
Although the street was relatively deserted, he hadn't noticed the dark blue Ford Fiesta pull up slowly beside him. Sirius only noticed that the car was there when the driver wound the window down.
The two men looked at each other for a brief moment. Illuminated in the light from the flickering street light and the neon red bar sign behind him, Sirius was lit up and almost glowed sex-appeal. Even after several days sleeping rough in London, he could turn it on if he felt like it. The man in the car appeared to be about forty. Sirius noticed his open shirt and suit jacket on the passenger seat of the car; this man was probably a banker of some sort, Sirius guessed.
The stranger leaned towards Sirius slightly. "Need a cigarette?"
It was strange how so much could be suggested in such a short sentence. Sirius was quick enough to know exactly what the man was really after. He glanced up and down the street once. "Sure."
The stranger removed his blazer from the passenger seat and threw it on to the back seat of the car as Sirius moved round to open the door. He slipped into the passenger seat and shot a half-smile at the driver who was now holding out a lit cigarette. Taking it gratefully, Sirius inhaled deeply on it and flicked the ash out of the window.
The stranger moved off and sped away from the club. "I'm Andrew," he said.
"Sirius," Sirius replied, eyeing him openly now. Andrew was indeed wearing a suit, and as far as Sirius could tell, it looked well made. He shifted his hand down to move up a gear, and Sirius watched the muscles tighten in his arm.
Andrew glanced nervously at the younger man in the car next to him and noted with pleasure that he was indeed extremely handsome. Black silky hair fell in a fringe to brush over one eye and steely grey eyes met his. Andrew flicked his eyes back to the road. "Unusual name," he commented.
Sirius drew again on the cigarette. "Yes, my parents were fond of odd names."
"Oh?"
"Considering that my brother is called Regulus, I think I got off quite lightly," Sirius said with wry humour.
The older man smiled and nodded. He had been surprised at the boy's upper class accent, having been ready for and uneducated drawl. It was a pleasant surprise.
They passed the rest of the short journey in silence, occasionally exchanging glances.
Sirius felt odd. The knot was still present in his stomach, firmly twisted, and he was doing his best to push the feeling of unease away. The man, Andrew, seemed to be harmless but he still drummed his fingers nervously on his knee.
After only a few minutes, they pulled into a quiet residential street consisting of Victorian warehouses converted in to modern apartments. The car parked in front of a white-washed house which had been, Sirius guessed by the number of doorbells by the front door, converted into four flats.
He lingered on the door step while Andrew unlocked the door as quietly as possible, and glanced quickly up and down the street before stepping into a small hallway and holding the door open for Sirius. He followed him up one flight of smart stairs and they stopped at flat two. Andrew unlocked this door too and held it open for Sirius, who entered and hovered uncertainly in the darkness while Andrew entered and shut the door behind them.
He moved away and a lamp flickered on, bathing the flat in a warm glow. Sirius glanced around approvingly at the modern apartment, with its open plan living area and ample bookshelf. He looked around as Andrew disappeared into the bedroom, presumably to hang up his suit, and noticed several framed photographs of Andrew with a blond woman on the mantelpiece. Sirius moved closer to look at them. She looked about the same age as Andrew, and due to the way they stood in the photos, with their arms around one another, he presumed that she was his wife.
"She's away," said a voice abruptly behind Sirius.
He jumped, unaware that he had been watched. Smiling sheepishly, Sirius turned back to Andrew, who, he was relieved to notice, didn't look cross. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry."
Andrew shrugged. He was unsure of whether or not to offer the younger man a drink; he hadn't done this type of thing too often before and the other men he had taken home with him had taken control of the situation. This Sirius seemed to be just as unsure as he was. He watched as he continued to glance curiously around the apartment, leaning casually back against the mantelpiece. Deciding suddenly that he was now too turned on by the younger man to wait any longer, he pulled Sirius forward by the shoulders into a fierce kiss, yanking him further into the centre of the room.
Sirius, caught by surprise, struggled to gain control in the kiss as he felt Andrews's tongue flicker into his mouth. He had missed this type of intimate body contact and warmed to the older man's touch, allowing him to take control as the kiss deepened. Sirius felt Andrew's hands move up to touch the side of his face and his hair, while he wrapped his arms around the older man's waist.
Andrew suddenly stopped, grabbed Sirius by the chin and held him away. Eyeing him, he asked, "How old are you again?"
Sirius just managed to hold back a smile. If he had said his true age – fifteen – he would have gambled all the money in the Black family vault that the man would have fucked him anyway. Better be safe than sorry. "Eighteen," he answered defiantly, gazing deep into the older man's eyes and shifting his hips forwards suggestively. There was no way he was going to gamble a warm bed for the night now.
The movement was enough to make Andrew ignore and niggling doubts he had. He was too intoxicated by the boy. "Fine," he said, and resumed the fiery kiss.
The hands disappeared from Sirius' hair and Andrew broke the kiss, only to roughly yank Sirius' cardigan off, closely followed by his Fred Perry polo shirt. They fell carelessly to the floor as Sirius grappled with the buttons on Andrew's shirt. Andrew gave a grunt of irritation and pulled the shirt of over his head, tossed it to the flood to join Sirius', and then seized the younger boy by the shoulders and kissed him once again.
Sirius felt strong hands grasp his slim hips and push him backwards towards the bedroom. He stumbled slightly, but the grasp didn't slacken so he managed to keep his balance. He just managed to catch a glimpse of closed wooden venetian blinds and a huge silver framed mirror before his head was forced round for another bruising kiss. Andrew nipped painfully at his lips and moved away to run a hot tongue along Sirius' jaw line while eager hands undid both of their belts. Sirius aided him by kicking off his shoes, pulling off his Levi's and boxers and then stood back to let Andrew do the same. Sirius ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his eyes, gazing down at Andrew all the while. The older man was hurriedly pulling off his shoes, trousers and pants, and was bent over to do so but couldn't keep his eyes off Sirius' naked body.
He had definitely seen more muscular men, but over-developed muscles would not have suited this boy. Nevertheless, the boy had firm muscle definition, which Andrew guessed was from playing sport rather than working out.
"Play football?" he asked breathlessly, tossing off his socks and straitening up, now gazing down at Sirius' slightly stiff cock. He himself was completely and utterly hard - harder than Michelle had ever made him in his life.
Sirius had noticed this and glanced from Andrew's face down to his cock, which stood pointing up, a single bead of pre-come at the tip. He looked up again and licked his lips pointedly. "Yeah," he murmured, deciding not to go into Quidditch at this point in time.
The older man watched Sirius's pink tongue flicker out from his mouth as he licked his lips. His heart beat sped up and he could feel his cock aching. It would not be good for him to come now although he was sure that he would be able to climax just by staring at the beautiful boy in front of him.
Sirius moved forward slightly, looking down. He angled his hips forward until the tip of Andrew's cock just touched the fine hairs on his abdomen. He glanced back up at Andrew's face to see that the man had closed his eyes at this lightest of touches. Sirius grinned to himself, revelling in the pleasure he had always felt at being able to control older men like this. Slowly, Sirius sank to his knees, allowing Andrew's hard cock to rub against his body as he knelt. This was a trick he had learnt from Will in all those hours in the squat.. It had driven him wild, and Sirius smiled slightly when he heard Andrew emit a low, guttural moan above him.
The friction created when Sirius rubbed down him almost sent Andrew over the edge. He wanted Sirius to move faster, but didn't want to ask him in case he appeared too eager and not in control. He fastened his hands in Sirius' hair for support and breathed heavily as he felt a wet tongue flicker over his cock head.
Sirius usually enjoyed giving head. He was good at it; he had had lots of practice after all. He started slowly, flicking his tongue over the leaking cock head, smiling slightly in satisfaction when he felt Andrew's hands tighten in his hair. He gathered saliva into his mouth to counter the slightly bitter taste of the man's cock but found that it wasn't too bad. Clearly Andrew kept himself clean, which was more than could be said for some cocks he'd taken. Diverting his attention back to the task at hand, Sirius rubbed the balls in his hands and firmly moved his thumbs up the thick underside of the cock, keeping his tongue rolling over the head at the same time. As Andrew's breathing hitched, Sirius enveloped the whole head in his mouth, licking the foreskin and sucking gently to apply pressure. His hands kept up their work, but occasionally moved down to rub the tops of his thighs or his arse cheeks. He had done this so often he barely needed to think about it.
Andrew opened his eyes and looked down at Sirius, who had now moved his mouth down to take nearly the whole cock into the warm wetness. Andrews breathing grew heavier as he felt Sirius' tongue rolling around his cock, combined with a constant sucking pressure.
Sirius felt the older man's gaze on him, so he looked up at him seductively, keeping his cock in his mouth the whole time. Locking eye contact with Andrew, he let his eyes droop slightly as though he was in pure ecstasy and quickened his pace, bobbing his mouth over the cock faster.
Andrew gazed into Sirius' cool grey eyes and wiped the boy's fringe away with one hand. Sirius' skin felt refreshingly cool compared to his own, which was flushed and sweaty already. He jerked his hips, pushing his cock further into the younger boy's mouth.
Sirius, caught off guard, gagged slightly but managed to push back the reflex to spit the cock out. Instead, he relaxed his throat and just went with it, moving his hands up to grip Andrew's hips and allowing him to fuck his mouth.
Andrew could feel tension building in his abdomen and realised with a jolt that he was much closer to coming than he thought he was. Regretting it instantly, he suddenly pulled out of Sirius' mouth, his weeping cock slick with spit and pre-come.
Confused, Sirius looked up, licking his lips clean. He sat back, hands resting lightly on his thighs, cock standing between his toned legs. One look at Andrew though soon cleared up his confusion as he realised what the older man wanted.
Andrew knew he couldn't wait. He grabbed Sirius' shoulders and pulling him roughly up, his heart quickening at the surprised look on the boy's face. He threw him sideways onto the plush king-sized bed and Sirius landed softly on the grey silken sheets.
He turned over to lie on his back, propping himself up on his elbows, one leg bent and his cock standing hard. "Well?" he watched Andrew march over to the cabinet, trying to move quickly to cover up his shaking limbs.
He opened the top draw and moved his underwear aside, before uncovering and pulling out a crumpled pack of condoms, half empty. Pulling one out, he turned back to the bed only to be faced by the most attractive image he had ever seen, one that made his cock twitch in anticipation. The younger boy was stretched out on his back, surveying Andrew through heavy lidded eyes. He had an aristocratic look about him, one that was exacerbated by the apparent ease he felt in this situation. He clearly knew what he was doing, a thought which had strengthened Andrew's resolve to use a condom. His slender shoulders tapered down to an even more slender waist, which dipped slightly below the ribs. His stomach rose and fell lightly as he breathed and he cocked a head to one side, his onyx fringe falling back down over one eye. Andrew's gaze fell on the boy's hard cock, which stood up strait, a light dusting of black hair at the base of it, a slight trail of which led up to his bellybutton. He could resist no longer. He walked purposefully forward until he stood at the base of the bed, gazing down, enraptured, at the boy below him.
Sirius was quite comfortable with Andrew looking at him so unashamedly. He knew he didn't look his best having been at the receiving end of his father's displeasure for a week now, but he knew he still looked good. He also knew just what would turn Andrew on even now. Slowly, he bit his lip, still gazing up at the older man through thick lashes, and opened his legs invitingly. One leg lay flat and one was bent but the movement displayed his cock and testicles openly to the older man.
Andrew could see the curve of Sirius' arse underneath his testicles and needed no further invitation. He moved forward and knelt on the bed between Sirius' legs as the younger boy lay flat back on the bed, his hands behind his head. Placing the condom on the sheets, Andrew gripped each leg with one hand and pushed Sirius' legs up towards his chest and even further apart, displaying his cock completely. Andrew grabbed Sirius' feet and rested them against his shoulders.
Sirius got the hint and pushed his feet lightly against Andrew's shoulders, as the older man pushed back so that the position could be held.
Andrew rubbed both hands over Sirius' upper thighs and the area where thigh meets pelvis. He ran his hands firmly over the boys cock and testicles, revelling in the shudder this caused Sirius to make. His hands then slipped down to prise Sirius' arse cheeks apart and one finger found his hole.
When Sirius felt the finger probe his tight rim, he let out a sigh of pleasure. This was what he enjoyed – being dominated by another, preferably older, man. If he bothered to think about it, it was really all he had known. These thoughts were driven from his mind when the finger pushed further inside him.
"Relax," the mad above him grunted.
Sirius hadn't even noticed that his abdominal muscles were clenched tightly, so he quickly relaxed then and a second finger quickly joined the first. They moved in and out, scissoring at the same time to stretch him. He heard the older man gather spit in his mouth and spat it thickly onto his fingers to act as lubricant. He pushed the slick fingers back inside Sirius, who was now wet and ready.
Andrew moved quickly, now just wanting to fuck the boy, and fuck him hard. The foreplay had made him so horny that he was using all his willpower not to simply come all over the boy's stomach. He overlooked the fact that Sirius was prepared and stretched very quickly, and that this probably meant he had done a lot of this in the past. All that filled his mind now was the urgent need to fuck now and the mind-numbingly good groans that Sirius was making. Pulling his fingers out, Andrew fumbled for the condom which had slid under one of Sirius' arse cheeks, quickly unwrapped it and rolled it on. He returned his hands to Sirius' thighs, pushed them back to hook over his shoulders and exposed his open hole. Taking a moment to rub his aching cock up and down Sirius's crack, the boy underneath him squirmed in pleasure at the contact. He leant further over Sirius, resting on his hands which were placed palm down on the bed either side of Sirius' abdomen.
Sirius' hands unconsciously moved up to tightly grip the older man's upper arms for support as he felt the rubbery cock head push at his entrance. Relaxing and shifting his legs further apart, Andrew suddenly applied enough pressure for his cock to break through the rim and push fully into the younger boy.
Sirius cried out with sudden pleasure. He was glad Andrew had gone straight in because he was more than ready for a good hard fuck. "Wait," he gasped. Now that the cock was in and buried to the hilt in Sirius' hot body, he wanted to reposition himself. He removed his legs from behind Andrew's shoulders and Andrew shifted his arms outward slightly to give Sirius enough room to bring his legs down so that they were wrapped around the older man's waist. This was Sirius' favourite and most intimate position. He loved to keep eye contact with the man he was fucking.
When the younger boy stilled, Andrew began to jerk his hips heavily. The legs around his waist tightened and he shifted down onto his elbows do his torso was merely inches away from Sirius'. Closing his eyes and grunting heavily, he fucked the younger boy quickly and hard, his balls slapping noisily against Sirius' arse cheeks.
Sirius panted heavily every time he felt the thick cock rub against his prostate although the feeling was slightly dulled by the condom. He clenched his arse muscles to tighten around the cock and felt the man shudder in ecstasy above him.
Opening his eyes again, Andrew's heated gaze met Sirius' hazy one. Jerking his head down, he caught the younger boy's lips in a fiery, bruising kiss.
Sirius broke the kiss accidently as he opened his mouth to gasp against Andrew's as a particularly hard drive really hit the spot. The older man grinned and licked Sirius' bottom lip. Sirius sucked his bottom lip back and the kiss continued until the increased rhythm made it impossible.
Andrew drove in and out faster and harder but was finding the position difficult to take control in. He wanted a harder fuck than this, so, much to Sirius' anger, he suddenly pulled out and flipped the younger boy over. Grabbing his slender hips in a firm grip, he yanked Sirius up onto his hands and knees, and with no further warning, he pushed straight back into the younger boy's body.
Sirius was so stretched by now that the suddenness of this didn't hurt him in the slightest, so he shifted down onto his elbows with his arse in the air to give the older man better access.
Andrew gripped Sirius' hips so hard that the younger boy knew they would bruise by the morning. He pounded into him as Sirius arched up to meet the touch. Their bodies were slick with sweat and Sirius' damp hair hung around his flushed face.
Sirius's own hard cock was now weeping pre-come and demanded attention. He reached down and masturbated himself hard while the man above him thundered into him again and again. Suddenly, Sirius felt his own hand batted out of the way by a browner, larger one as Andrew reached round to masturbate for him. Sirius returned his shaking hand to the sheet while his cock ached as the hand rubbed continuously over the extra-sensitive head. He twitched, knowing he was about to come. "I'm gonna come..." he grunted, not knowing if he was even intelligible. The hand didn't stop, but quickened its pace. Sirius's hands gripped the sheets, screwing them up as he came heavily, panting and looking down to see white strings of semen shoot out from his cock and coat both Andrew's hand and the sheets. Sirius twisted round and looked over his shoulder at the older man, flushed from his orgasm. He grabbed the retreating hand and brought it to his lips, licking his semen of the older man's fingers.
Andrew groaned, the hot mouth sucking his fingers bringing him closer to climax. He returned his wet hand to the boys hip so he could pound into him even harder and faster, and Sirius turned away again, grunting as the slick cock slid in and out of him.
He could feel the man above him grow close to the edge; his jerks grew spontaneous and uncontrolled. To help him along, Sirius tightened his arse muscles again and heard the older man cry out as he came, long streams of semen spewing into the condom. His hips jerked randomly a few more times until he collapsed, exhausted, onto the younger boy.
Sirius too was too shattered to even attempt to push the heavy man off him. He was content to simply lie there, enjoying the feeling of the cock, which was rapidly turning flaccid, still in his body.
Slowly, Andrew pulled out of him and rolled over to lie beside him on the bed. He reached down and pulled the used condom off his limp cock, and let it fall with a soft dunk, heavy from semen, on the carpet.
They lay still, the only sound in the room their heavy breathing.
Sirius closed his eyes, exhaustion pushing him further towards sleep. He barely noticed the hot body press up against him and the sheet drawn over the two of them before he finally fell asleep for the first time in what felt like months.
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As the late morning light filtered through the heavy Venetian blinds, Andrew was the first to be roused from sleep. His first thought was of the gorgeous guy he had fucked the night before, followed by a slight relief that he was still here; at least he hadn't nicked the television and left in the night.
Andrew could feel a warm body pressed against his and opened his eyes to see that he was pushed up against the younger boys back. Gently untangling himself from the mess of limbs and sheets, he slipped out of bed and pulled on some pyjama bottoms. Fumbling for the used condom on the floor, he padded into the en-suit and put it in the bid. Emerging again in his bedroom, he decided that a quick tide-up was in order.
He glanced back at Sirius to check that he hadn't woken him. He hadn't; he was still sleeping soundly on his side, ruffled hair splayed across the pillow and a single sheet over his hip. Andrew moved across the room, gently scooping up Sirius' clothes as quietly as he could. He retrieved a sock from near the bed and glanced up at Sirius' sleeping face, which now faced him.
Oh. There was no way that now, in the daylight and off-guard, Sirius looked eighteen. Slightly worried, Andrew left the room with the younger boy's clothes and desperately hoped that Sirius was seventeen and absolutely no younger. Back in the living room, he crossed to the leather sofa and dumped Sirius's clothes onto it. He placed the Nike high-top trainers on the floor and proceeded to fold his clothes carefully on the sofa. He glanced at the cardigan label. Marc by Marc Jacobs. Brow furrowed, Andrew peered back into the bedroom to gaze at the sleeping boy. He wondered how Sirius could possibly afford that if he was happy to be picked up by strange men. Pushing the thought from his mind and knowing that really it was none of his business, he moved on to fold up Sirius' jeans. A faint rustling caught his attention, so, after glancing quickly back into the bedroom, he slipped one hand into a pocket and withdrew a small plastic bag of brown power. He knew what it was and didn't know why he was so surprised. Quickly stuffing it back into the pocket, he lay the jeans down on the pile of folded clothes, then moved round the room collecting his own.
With the apartment straight again, he collected The Times from outside his front door and went about making breakfast. While frying some bacon and eggs, he wondered why he felt disheartened about finding the drugs in Sirius' jeans. Did he really presume that Sirius was as angelic as he looked? A part of him hoped that he would be, but he knew that this reality was hardly surprising. He couldn't bring it up though.
A slight noise made him look up as Sirius stuck his tussled head round the door, spotted Andrew and smiled. He had the sheet wrapped around his slim waist and held in place with one hand. The bright sunlight from the tall windows behind Andrew hit his face and made him blink. Andrew's suspicions were confirmed; he definitely wasn't eighteen.
"Morning," he said, yawning.
Andrew's heart sped up slightly just looking at him, and he greeted him back. "I've made breakfast. I didn't know what you'd like but you can't go wrong with a good fry up." He scraped the eggs and bacon onto two plates, collected the toast and coffee, and placed a plate in front of Sirius.
"What time is it?" asked Sirius thickly, still not completely awake.
"Ten thirty," Andrew replied. "I've only just woken up too. Lucky that it's a Saturday."
Sirius slid into a chair at the breakfast bar and noticed the paper. "Is this today's?"
Andrew nodded, surprised that someone like Sirius would be interested in current affairs. To add to his shock, Sirius turned straight to the business pages and began reading.
Noticing Andrew's expression, Sirius looked up, smiling in amusement. "Didn't expect me to read the paper then?" he asked.
Andrew shrugged. "Not really, to be honest," he said, buttering the toast and inviting Sirius to do the same. "But I didn't expect you to have a Marc by Marc Jacobs cashmere cardigan either," he added, smiling.
Sirius followed his gaze to look behind his at his neatly folded clothes. Oh. He desperately hoped Andrew hadn't looked though his pockets. Turning back to the older man, he wiped any sign of worry off his face and shrugged. "It's really old," he lied, hoping that was a good enough explanation. It wasn't old; he had ordered it from Paris barely two weeks before.
Andrew nodded and turned back to his breakfast, not sure whether to believe the younger boy or not.
They passed the rest of breakfast in silence; Sirius read the paper and wolfed down his breakfast, taking advantage of the first solid meal he'd eaten in a few days, while Andrew ate his, continuously glancing up at the other boy.
When they had finished, Andrew placed their mugs and plates in the sink. "I've got some things to do in London, so I can drop you off if you like."
Sirius thought about how much money he had. Less than a fiver. That could get him a train ticket but wouldn't leave enough for lunch. The lift was a far more attractive offer. "Sure," he said.
Andrew smiled and retreated to the bedroom to get dressed.
Once alone, Sirius unwrapped the sheet from around his waist, layed it over the arm of the sofa and quickly got dressed. He picked up his trainers and slipped them on while peering out of the kitchen window at the street below. It looked like a hot summers day, so he didn't bother with this cardigan.
Andrew reappeared wearing jeans and a white shirt, open at the collar. He picked up his car keys from the work surface. "Ready?"
Sirius nodded and straightened up. He glanced round the apartment again to check he had everything, collected his cardigan and followed Andrew into the hallway.
In the car, driving back through the outskirts of London, there was a slight tension in the car. Neither of them really knew what to talk about, or if they should talk at all. Andrew didn't think it was possible to even look at Sirius without being reminded of their sex the night before. Finally, he said, "Where do you want me to drop you?"
Sirius shrugged, turning to face him. "I don't mind, wherever's easiest for you."
"Is outside Pimlico Station alright?"
"Yeah, that's great," said Sirius, thinking that it was at least on the Victoria line, so he could get back into the city centre quickly.
Andrew pulled up round the corner from the station. He needed to get back home before Michelle returned from her mother's. "Last night was wonderful," he said.
Sirius smiled and nodded. "I'll see you around, maybe," he said, leaving the suggestion hanging in the air. Quickly, he leant over and gave the older man a lingering kiss on the lips, before getting out of the car and slamming the door quickly behind him. As he moved off, Andrew called him back, winding down the driver's window.
"Sirius, take care of yourself," he said, blushing slightly and trying not to sound patronising.
Sirius opened his mouth to answer back but suddenly felt several crisp notes pressed into his hand. Before he could question it, Andrew had driven away.
Sirius looked down at the notes in his hand. £30. Without looking back at the retreating car, he disappeared into the underground station.
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Sirius jumped out of his reverie as a car pulled up beside him. He realised that he was hunched slightly as the chilly evening had settled in without him realising it. He stood up, recognised the man behind the wheel and got in without a second thought.
How time's had changed. That first paid fuck with Andrew had set up false expectations of safety and easy cash in picking up a guy. How quickly the illusion had shattered.
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Hope you enjoyed! Please review because I want to know if structuring it like this makes sense. I'll move onto his family next chapter I think, to get the background story going a bit more. And to clarify, the story will be mostly in flashbacks until I work up for present day (figuratively).
Sorry for taking so long and thanks for the lovely reviews!
