Day II of the Graf Zepplin Exploration
"Fuck!" Sirius swore as he walked back to the cabin, taking the time to clear his head. "Fuck, fuck, I'm a completely fucking fuckwit. FUCK!"
He didn't care that he was drawing looks from some of the other passengers, he was too worried about the fact that he had possibly, most probably, just fucked up the best thing in his life. Finally getting together with Remus after two years of pining over his best mate had been the best moment of his life, and less than twelve hours later he was already fucking it up by getting off with James.
It wasn't that he had planned it, hell, he hadn't even THOUGHT about it until it was happening, but fuck if he didn't resist.
He was thankful that Remus was still occupied with the ruins so he was free to take his time getting ready for the formal dinner that night. And later, when he stroked himself off in the shower, it was to a weird hybrid of Moony's awkward adorable face and James' toned, fit body.
"FUCK!"
He didn't care that he was drawing looks from some of the other passengers, he was too worried about the fact that he had possibly, most probably, just fucked up the best thing in his life. Finally getting together with Remus after two years of pining over his best mate had been the best moment of his life, and less than twelve hours later he was already fucking it up by getting off with James.
It wasn't that he had planned it, hell, he hadn't even THOUGHT about it until it was happening, but fuck if he didn't resist.
He was thankful that Remus was still occupied with the ruins so he was free to take his time getting ready for the formal dinner that night. And later, when he stroked himself off in the shower, it was to a weird hybrid of Moony's awkward adorable face and James' toned, fit body.
"FUCK!"