The Seriousness of Sirius Potter

"Great practice everyone, you all did really well out there,"

"Yeah, considering we were going for only three hours," muttered Scott Finnigan, one of the team's beaters.

"It's paying off though, we're sure to beat Slytherin next month. We'll really get them back for invading our changing room. Same time next week then," said Michael as his team finished changing. "Oh Sirius, could I have a quick word with you? I want to talk to you about your technique when catching the snitch."

Sirius nodded solemnly but he was smiling inside. Michael always came up with perfectly innocent and sound reasons for them to be alone together. Ever since that fateful night two weeks ago they had been meeting whenever they could. As far as Sirius knew, no one had a clue about what he and Michael really got up to.

He kept changing until the rest of the team left. After Scott closed the changing room door behind him, Sirius quickly locked the door with his wand. As soon as he turned around he was pushed up against the wall by his captain. Their mouths met after three agonising hours of throwing each other loving glances on the Quidditch pitch. Prolonged anticipation is one of the greatest aphrodisiacs. Feeling the warmth of Michael's body against his own body was like climbing into a hot bath after a long and miserable day. Michael released the seeker from his embrace as they began to undress one another.

"All that time we spent pretending to get dressed when we were just going to end up naked again," joked Sirius. Michael smiled and began to running his hands down Sirius' torso, all the time heading southwards. His hands finally reached their destination and claimed it for their own. Sirius froze at his touch; he was rigid with anticipation.

"Whose turn is it?" whispered Michael.

"Yours," replied Sirius.

"Where?" Sirius spotted a pile of green Slytherin Quidditch robes. They had been left there when the Slytherin team used the Gryffindor changing room just because the toilets in their changing room had flooded. Every one had Scott to thank for that of course. Sirius inclined his head towards them.

"There," he breathed. No more needed to be said. Michael and Sirius walked over to the ghastly garments, kissing each other along the way. Sirius slowly sat down and laid back. He liked to be somewhere comfortable whenever it was Michael's turn. Michael started kissing Sirius' skin, beginning with his shoulders and making his way down his chest. By the time he reached his stomach, Sirius could wait no longer. He put his hands around the back of Michael's neck and pulled him down into position. The face directly above him smiled, they knew each other well enough to know how much foreplay the other could endure. As Michael leant in closer, Sirius could feel Michael's lips on his neck, but it wasn't the only thing he felt. No matter how many times they did it, Michael made every possible effort to make sure each time was as special as their first.

Michael was always gentle when it was his turn; it was his responsibility to the one he loved. When it was Sirius' turn, things were a little rougher. That was how Michael liked it. Sirius gripped Michael's shoulders, leaving finger marks in his perfect skin. His breathing was heavy and laboured. Looking up at Michael's face, he could see that he was close.

"Mike!" whispered Sirius.

"Sss -irius!" gasped Michael in reply as he climaxed spectacularly. If they had had more time, they would have traded places but it wouldn't be long before they were missed. For several minutes they just lay with their arms around each other, wallowing in their bliss.

"I love you Mike," Michael simply kissed his lovers' shoulder blade in reply. With great effort they pulled themselves up from their paradise and got dressed. As Sirius unlocked the door, Michael placed his hands on Sirius' waist.

"Well, I shall have to try that technique in the future," said Sirius jokingly. Michael smiled as they were drawn together for one final kiss before walking back to Gryffindor tower. The next morning, the Slytherin Quidditch team complained that their robes had a peculiar smell.