Distractions

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“We’re lost.”

“No, we aren’t.”

“Sirius,” James said, looking at his friend witheringly. “Look around us.”

Sirius paused, turning deliberately and taking in the lush green trees that shot up past the edge of the road. His motorbike was propped up on the grass just beside him. Tall green grass grew up around the edge of the guardrail that blocked the rest of the trees spreading out into the country.

“Pretty,” Sirius replied, turning and grinning roguishly at James. At James’ frustrated rolling of his eyes, Sirius just laughed. “Relax, Prongs. We’re fine.”

“Fine as in we don’t know where we are?”

Sirius shrugged good-naturedly, moving his bike further off the road and walking over to where James was peering down the way. “If you want, you could Apparate back.”

James rolled his eyes but his mood seemed to be lightening. “Right, ‘cause we can Apparate. We’re not even allowed magic outside school.”

“Never stopped us before,” Sirius replied, looking down the desolate strip of pavement.

“True,” James agreed. “So what do you plan on doing out here in the middle of nowhere?”

“Not nowhere. We’re in Wales.”

“Nowhere,” James repeated. “You got us lost here.”

“We’re not lost, it’s just a detour.”

“And what do you usually do on your detours?” James asked, hopping up on the guardrail and quirking an eyebrow at Sirius. He ran a hand through his messy black hair as a wind rustled through the leaves of the trees behind him.

Sirius glanced at James, his expression unreadable for a second, then swaggered over to him, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He placed his arms on either side of James on the guardrail, leaning forward.

“Let’s see, what could we do out here, Prongs?” His mouth curled into a suggestive grin as he held James’ eyes.

“You ever think of anything else?” James asked, watching as Sirius’ eyes wandered over his face hungrily, his stance like that of a dog on the watch.

“Sure,” Sirius replied casually. “Sometimes I think about fucking you in your bed at night without a Silencing Charm, letting everyone hear the pretty way you whine my name when my fingers glide down your body. Sometimes I want to bend you over a desk and fuck you until you forget your name.”

James rolled his eyes. “And you don’t do this because?”

Sirius leaned further forward and James leaned back, holding onto the guardrail tightly so as not to fall off. “Because secrets are more fun.” Sirius took a step forward, leaning in to nip at James’ neck.

James was leaning further back and with a surprised yell, he tumbled backwards off the guardrail and down several feet, rolling over the soft, moist ground until he landed on his back, his clothes mussed and dirty.

“Ow,” he said slowly, attempting to push himself up, pulling a sharp stick out from under his back and throwing it away.

He was joined a second later by Sirius who had vaulted the guardrail and was now on the ground with him, pinning him down.

“Graceful,” Sirius mocked with a grin. “Too bad you’re not quite as smooth on the ground as you are on a broom.”

“At least I can fly,” James shot back playfully, pushing against Sirius’ weight fruitlessly.

“Ouch,” Sirius said with a fake flinch. “You wound me.”

James shrugged nonchalantly. “But as you said, I’m plenty smooth on a broom.”

With a complicated maneuver, James managed to slip his leg out from under Sirius and use it as leverage to flip them over so he was on top. He grinned down at Sirius from his position. “What was that you said about grace?”

“Well, she’s pretty hot but I think I prefer the dorky glasses look.”

James didn’t say anything but reached up and removed his glasses, putting them in the case in his pocket and tossing them to the side.

Sirius looked contemplative for a second. “On the other hand, some people can pull off both looks.”

James laughed as he leaned down, capturing Sirius’ lips in a long-awaited kiss. He groaned as Sirius caught his lower lip between his teeth, pulling it into his mouth, licking and sucking on the plump flesh. He felt Sirius’ hands at the waist of his tee shirt, tugging it upward quickly, his hands sliding underneath the soft fabric to caress James’ lower back.

James’ knee slid up to Sirius’ hips as they kissed, his hand twining into Sirius’ thick dark hair, moaning as Sirius nipped at his mouth.

Sirius gripped James’ back, pulling at the hem of his shirt roughly as he pushed his hips upward. He growled in the back of his throat as his erection came into contact with James’. In a second, James was pulled down, losing his control as Sirius used his weight to flip them over.

“Ow,” James said as he landed on the stick from before. He reached under his back and with difficulty, pulled it out again.

Sirius just chuckled and swooped down again, pressing a bruising kiss to James’ lips. Meanwhile his hand slid under the waist of James’ shirt again, pushing it up quickly and recklessly. James squirmed as Sirius shoved the shirt up to his chest and his bare back touched the cool leaves and grass.

He tilted his head back as Sirius moved to his neck, pressing hard kisses down it, scraping his teeth over the tanned skin. He could feel Sirius’ hands on his torso, rubbing small circles over his pelvic bones. His hips moved on their own accord, arching upward.

Sirius looked up from where he’d been leaving a very obvious mark and grinned at James, almost like a predator going after its prey.

James knew all too well what Sirius was thinking, and he was quite looking forward to it. Maybe being lost wasn’t so bad after all.

Sirius went back to marking James’ body, his tongue sliding down the tightly muscled stomach with a nip here and there, causing James to squirm beneath him. His tongue dipped into James’ belly button, his teeth leaving a red mark just below it.

“Gods, Siri—“ James gasped as Sirius laved his stomach with his hot tongue, running over his muscles and down to the waist of his jeans.

Here, Sirius paused, lifting his head and running his fingers lightly in a figure eight pattern over James’ stomach. He smirked at James, cocking his head to the side. “You want it?” he asked.

James just stared at him, breathing hard. “Are you kidding me?”

“No, but I will be fucking you if you say yes,” Sirius replied with another roguish grin.

“Like you even need to ask,” James said, laying his head back down on the soft ground as Sirius’s eyes sparkled.

He took that as a yes and dropped his hands to the waist of James’ jeans, undoing the buttons and zipper easily. He had always been glad that James wore Muggle clothes during the holidays. It made things so much easier.

His eyes glowed at the sight of James’ erect and leaking cock that sprung forward as soon as the jeans had been tugged down to his knees. Sirius paused, surveying the member before leaning in and running his tongue on the underside of James’ cock. He felt James shudder above him and smiled to himself.

His tongue continued up James’ prick, sliding up until his mouth engulfed the pulsing muscle. Above him, James was making small noises, encouraging Sirius further. Sirius licked and sucked, his mouth moving quickly over James’ cock.

James’ hand was in Sirius’ hair as his hips moved with Sirius’ mouth. He let out a low groan as Sirius’ tongue slid over his cock, his mouth sucking hard. Swallowing hard, James arched his back upward, pushing his cock deeper into Sirius’ throat.

Sirius relaxed his throat muscles, allowing James’ cock further in his mouth. He moved faster, glancing up to watch James’ face, knowing he wouldn’t be lasting much longer.

As he maneuvered his tongue over James’ cock, Sirius smiled to himself, thinking that he had finally distracted James from the fact that they were lost somewhere in Wales. He could feel James coming close to climax, hearing his breath increasing, his moans more frequent and babbling.

“God, Sirius, don’t stop,” James gasped, his hand clutching Sirius’ hair as Sirius’ fingers slid up his hips.

Sirius was about to reply that he had no intention of stopping when that very thing occurred. He pulled back so quickly James didn’t even realize what had happened until a few seconds later when he was left on the verge of a climax.

“What are you doing?” he demanded, shifting his hips uncomfortably. He really needed release from all that Sirius had been doing.

“There’s something over there,” Sirius said, nodding a few feet to their left.

James looked over and saw nothing. He rolled his eyes. Sometimes, Sirius was scared of the oddest things. “There’s nothing there, you idiot, now get back over here and finish what you started.”

But Sirius was still staring at the patch of grass, his head turned like a pointer listening for quails. James sighed and pushed himself up on his elbows.

“Padfoot, there’s nothing there. You’re delusional.”

Sirius looked back at James. “There could be something.”

“You’re a big bad wolf,” James said, reaching forward and pulling Sirius to him, forcing his head to face him. “What would you be scared of?”

Sirius looked like he was about to reply, but James cut him off with a kiss. He was obliged to forget about the movement in the grass for a second as he was pulled to the ground by James, kissing him deeply.

A few moments later, Sirius pulled out of the kisses abruptly, scooting away from James. James let out a frustrated breath and sat up again. “What now?”

“There’s something there, I swear,” Sirius said, staring once more at the patch of grass.

“It’s probably just a frog,” James said, wondering why Sirius had to have the oddest fears. One would think that being able to turn into a big black dog would get rid of those.

“You don’t know,” Sirius said, watching the patch closely. “It could be something else.”

“Like what?” James asked skeptically.

Sirius opened his mouth but instead of an answer, he let out a yelp and scrambled backwards. James saw it this time. The patch of grass had definitely moved, though he was sure whatever it was couldn’t be bigger than a rabbit.

He rolled his eyes and picked himself up, pulling up his jeans, knowing there was no way they were going to finish now. He walked over to where Sirius was standing, well away from the moving piece of grass.

“And to think,” he said, walking over to the guardrail and swinging his legs over it, “I thought you were brave.”

Sirius looked insulted as he climbed over the rail too, making sure to keep an eye on whatever it was hidden in the grass. “Everyone has a weakness.”

James paused, glancing over the rail at the patch. “We obviously know what yours is; invisible creatures that crawl in the daylight. Now, can you figure out mine?”

He turned and began to walk back to Sirius’ motorbike, only looking back to give Sirius a suggestive smile before hopping on the back of the bike. Sirius perked up immediately, following James to the bike without a second glance at the grass.

He slid on in front of him and smiled to himself as James slid his arms around his middle.

“Let’s go get lost,” James whispered. “Only this time, let’s do it in a bed.”

“You’re on,” Sirius said, kicking his bike into gear and taking off into the wilderness.

From where they had been, a little brown squirrel poked his head out between the guardrails, a brown acorn in his hands. He scrunched his nose at the retreating bike and made a little clicking noise. He stood there for a second, but in a flash, vanished into the forest, leaving nothing but the cap of the acorn on the side of the road.


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A/N: Another for the hp_funnyfest. I kinda wrote a lot of them :) Please review!