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Toonie\'s Love	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 50460 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 2

After turning down another drink from someone at the other end of the bar, PJ went back to sipping his own with an internal chuckle. As always happened, in almost every country he had been in, some of the older gentlemen saw him as young and good-looking, so they wanted to give it a shot. That he wasn't interested in, especially some of them. He hadn't been back in Britain much since leaving, so he forgot about their propensity for the long beard. That wasn't something he found the least bit attractive or stimulating. Most other countries didn't go for that trend, sticking with a more 'Muggle' look so as not to stand out, so he had forgotten how off-putting it could be.
Sighing softly, he cocked an ear to some of the conversations around him, more out of habit than anything else, especially since Wizarding bars in Britain didn't have a telly like most other countries did. That left you little to do other than read or talk to someone. As he had read through a couple of the papers, internally rolling his eyes at the spin the Prophet put on everything, he was bored. If something didn't present itself soon, he was going to leave and hit up a couple of Muggle gay bars he knew. That would at least offer some better distractions if he couldn't find a partner for the night. It wasn't that he was gay, he was bisexual, as most that knew him were well aware, just, at this point, he was in the mood for male company. He would find it, that he knew, as his track record of doing that was damned good, it would just take time. After all, he always knew to get a hotel room ahead of time because he very rarely went home alone when he was looking for company. That he had already done, so he just needed to find the right companion for the night.
Shaking his head, he began to run another list of all he had to do in the next couple of weeks through his head. He had arrived in Britain yesterday and was holed up in one of the properties willed to him. For now, that was fine, especially with the temporary warding he had up. It wouldn't hold forever and he wasn't going to take a chance of anyone knowing someone was there, but it would be fine until he finished what he had to do.
He had to start the transfer of his vaults to Switzerland. With what he knew was coming, he wasn't going to leave his assets in Gringotts. No, Switzerland, and its reputation for neutrality, was what he wanted there, the reason he was moving to that country. Besides, with all the traveling he did, he needed some of the services the Swiss banks offered that Gringotts didn't. Then came getting his aunt out.
That, now, was the worst of this as they didn't know where to put her. He would meet with his solicitor in a couple of days to see if the two of them couldn't figure out somewhere for her. None of them, including her, wanted her to stay in the country and there was no way he was chancing giving her one of the properties willed to him as that would be too easy to trace. They would find something, he knew that, it would just take some time.
Those were the big ones, but there were some minor things. He had some research to do for his latest book. As he was in the UK, where it was based, he was going to take the opportunity to do just that as they had better resources on the topics since it was historical about Britain and some of their history. Then he was going to keep his ear to the ground for something good in the way of a story. With all that was going on, he was certain he could manage that. Most of all, though, he was planning to meet Sirius. He sent out an 'owl', through his normal post box anyway, that morning to start to set something up. That he was looking forward to in a way he hadn't anything in a very long time.
Grinning slightly as he sipped his drink, PJ had to chuckle internally again over Sirius' reaction to him. Oh, that was bound to be good! After all, the man hadn't seen him since the end of his third year at Hogwarts. There was no way for Sirius to realize that he no longer resembled his father and the only real telling thing that it was him anymore was his mum's eyes. That's all. Even Aunt Toonie had commented that he didn't look remotely the same anymore and if she didn't know it was him, she wouldn't recognize him either. He hoped that was the truth because being back in the UK among their kind was going to be a tricky dance. However, Sirius' reaction was bound to be good for several laughs!
Sobering up, he thought about the interview he had done. That was something he was going to have to show Sirius so the man could prepare. He had an advanced copy of the article and the research on it, so he knew just what was coming. So, he wanted to make damned sure Sirius wasn't blindsided with it and so he could explain, face to face, the why behind the reason he did it. With what he knew of Sirius and their letters over the years, he didn't think his godfather would take it badly, understanding why, but he didn't want Sirius to get shocked when it hit, either. No, he needed to tell him and explain why. Sighing, he hoped that wouldn't cause big problems.
Shaking his head, downing the last of his drink and ordering another, he looked down at the bar. Well, if nothing else, he would be closer now than he was before and they could meet up, if Sirius wanted, more often. That he did want. The rest of his old friends—those he would ignore. He had no desire to reconnect there. He would just press on with his life. He was in the middle of a new book with another one coming out in a month. There were plenty of topics he wanted to cover for articles and all kinds of things. No, he didn't need the past coming back to intrude. Just Sirius. After all, this was a life he adored and wasn't going to let things that needed left in the past muck it up.

About eleven, PJ was on the last drink he would buy in this bar. There was just no one coming in that he was interested in. All there seemed to be was far older men with the bloody beards down to their waist, that he had no interest in at all. No, it was time to move on once he finished. Though he preferred Wizarding bars, it was time to hit up a couple of the Muggle ones close by.

Gazing into the mirror behind the bar just as he was tipping his glass to down the last of his drink, his eyes widened and he fought off the grin that was threatening. Oh, this could be most interesting.
Watching Sirius trek towards the bar, he looked down and grinned, keeping it hidden, while his eyes were still on the mirror. Just perfect! He wouldn't tell his godfather who he was here, that's for damned sure, but he was certain he could persuade him to leave with him. Once in his hotel room, he'd come across with it. This was great.
Downing his drink and ordering another, he shifted around, trying not to grin as Sirius sat down beside him. Taking the drink and paying, he nodded to Sirius, but didn't say anything. Oh, this was going to be fun!

It had been one of those damned days for Sirius. The kind where everything seemed to converge and it appeared that someone, somewhere, had made it their mission to see how nuts they could drive him. He wasn't the most patient of people on the best of days, he would admit that, but this was worse. It wasn't anything huge, just minor things that seemed to pile up the way they sometimes did. So, he had decided to get out, have a few drinks and see if he couldn't find company for the night. This wasn't something he did often, but it wasn't odd either. Oh, he was well aware he could easily find a female among Order members or those he knew, but he never did that, preferring to keep that separate from personal stuff. Besides, he didn't want them getting attached. Ever since being cleared, he had no desire for something long-term, preferring just to have lovers here and there while having fun playing the field.
Tonight, with all that had gone on, plus the mounting stress of the looming war, he didn't want a female. No, he wanted one of the lads for some fun. That always seemed to take the edge off better for him as the lads tended to like to play rougher than the birds did. With his mood, that was something he wanted tonight. So, he had left Remus to keep an eye on things, as the man had nothing going on, and came to this bar, the one closest to Grimmauld Place, to see what he could find.
Normally, this wasn't prime hunting ground. What usually came in was the older lot that were looking for a young piece of arse to play with. That tended to keep the younger lot away as they felt bombarded. Once in a while, though, a good-looking one came in that suited his tastes. As he was middle-aged, though not going for that stupid trend of the beards and trying to looking like Merlin reincarnated, he seemed to have a bit better luck pulling than the others did. His thought, stepping in, was to have a quick beer to see if anyone was here he might be interested in. If not, he'd move on to another one he knew he'd have better luck at.
Stepping in, he glanced around and gave an internal snort when he saw the aged patrol that was always around in their normal places. However, he quickly spied the younger one at the bar and honed in on that. Oh, yeah, that was nice! As he knew the bartenders were vigilant about carding anyone that looked young, this one would be of age, so he didn't need to worry about that. Glancing in the mirror, he could see the man's face and judged him to be in his early twenties. Good. An age he didn't have a problem with. Then his eyes crawled down the body. That was fucking nice! Not only was the man in Muggle jeans and a nice shirt, they showed off his body perfectly. This one appeared different than most of the younger set he knew. Those were in good shape, no doubt there, from things like Quidditch or their jobs, but this one was toned very nicely, the kind of thing you saw from Muggles that went to the gym or Wizards that came from overseas. And the body was nice. Those clothes clung to him in a way that showed off all the toned areas nicely, especially that arse of his. Yeah, this one he was going to try with, that's for damned sure.
Making a beeline for the bar, he seated himself next to the man then ordered up his usual beer from Troy. Seeing Troy tip him a bare nod as he slid the beer down to him, Sirius gave an internal grin. It appeared this one was looking for a hookup for the night. Perfect. That just meant that he had to get him moving in that direction. He could manage that.
Taking a sip of his beer, he then looked at the man next to him. Definitely not someone he had seen around before. Good. Quietly, he said, “I haven't seen you in here before.”
Shaking his head, still chuckling internally, PJ said, “Nope, not a regular. Just visiting the country for a couple of weeks to take care of some things before pressing on to the continent. Decided to have a night out after the travel. Portkeys, Floos and cabinets take a bit out of you, so I wanted to relax.”
“Yeah, they do,” Sirius said with a soft chuckle and nod. The guy's accent was pure British, that was for sure, but it was intermingled with a couple of others he couldn't place. Figuring that was as good a place as any to jump off with this, he asked, “You sound British, but there's a couple other things that make me wonder.”
“Yeah, I'm a Brit,” PJ admitted with a nod. “Just went to school abroad and haven't been in the country much since graduating.” Lowering his voice, he added, “With what's going on, I plan to stay away.”
“Don't blame you one damned bit there,” Sirius replied with a shake of his head.
Figuring he'd get the ball rolling faster, PJ stuck out his hand an introduced himself. After Sirius gave it a shake, he said, quietly, before the man could do the same, grinning, “And you're Sirius Black.”
Laughing, Sirius nodded. “Yeah, I am.” This wasn't unusual. With all that happened, what with him being wanted then the uproar with Peter getting caught, him being proven innocent, the Ministry fumbling, he was still a well-known face.
Looking at his godfather, still grinning, PJ couldn't help but think he looked great. He hadn't seen him in person since he left all those years ago, but he had seen pictures. Sirius still looked about the same age, though there was some grey in his hair now, the same with his goatee. The rest, he was still the same. That was wonderful. From what Sirius told him in letters, he was doing fine and liked being able to just roam at times. It also appeared that man had adjusted well. This was great. He was glad to see him looking so good.
Pleased with this, Sirius sipped his beer and made some small talk, getting a feel for the man, before seeing what he could guide him towards. Hopefully, if it's as he said and he was just visiting, he had a room close by. There was no way in hell that he was taking him to Grimmauld Place and getting him through the protections there. He also hadn't bothered to set anything up before hand, not sure if he would find someone to pull or not, so this might work out well.

Following PJ to the small Wizarding hotel not far from the bar about midnight, Sirius kept his eyes locked on that firm arse as it moved while PJ walked. Oh yeah, he was going to nail that good before the night was over. He was pleased with this, actually. It seemed that PJ had been in just to find some fun and had allowed him to pick him up. As he assumed, the man had a room not far off, so they were going there for a romp. Well, PJ hadn't said that, but Sirius knew the signs and was going to go for it. This would be good. He liked the younger set for various reasons and hadn't gone there in a while with one, so he'd relish it.
Standing in the hall while the man opened the door to his room, Sirius waited until he gestured for him to come in. As always, when entering somewhere the first time anymore, Sirius checked around for anything off. Nothing appeared to be. The only thing he noticed was that this probably wasn't where PJ was kipping because there were no signs of someone planning to stay a while, something PJ mentioned. That was fine too. He thought it might be a case of what he did when he went out hunting for sex; get the room ahead of time to be prepared. Good.
Standing there, eying PJ as he tossed the key onto a table, Sirius then stepped forward, pushed him against the wall and locked his mouth on his. Yeah, he wasn't one big on foreplay, especially with one night stands, so he wanted to get on with it. Feeling that young, hard body against his, he made sure he stayed against the wall while his mouth started to devour the younger man's. Oh yeah, this was going to be fun!

Tossing the key on the table, PJ planned to then give up who he was, once he put up some privacy wards, that was. However, he found himself pinned to the wall with Sirius kissing him. Then he started kicking himself. Dammit! He had forgotten about this! It was something he, himself, did from time to time when with someone new, to drive the point home that he was topping in the situation. It was one of those things that seemed almost universal in places when you picked someone up. Now he had to work with it from here.
Feeling Sirius' body pressed tightly to his, PJ groaned as he felt his cock harden. Damned traitorous thing! After all, as he had planned to find someone for a quick roll in the sack for the night, the pump had been primed already. He just didn't need it to start working when the person doing it was Sirius! When Sirius' hand slipped under his shirt and pinched a nipple, PJ groaned in his mouth, shivering slightly. Alright, that felt good and made the flesh stiffen more. He wasn't sure what was causing the reaction since he didn't bottom much at all, but it was there. Maybe it was the way Sirius was going about it. After all, he hadn't ever, since discovering sex, been manhandled this way. He was far too dominate in such areas for that. He supposed, in the scant seconds he thought about it, that was probably it. He needed it to stop though.

Breaking off the kiss when he felt PJ's cock pressing against him, Sirius looked at the man, but kept him pinned against the wall. He didn't bottom, that's all there was to it. He had in the past a couple of times, but wasn't going to anymore, especially with someone this much younger than him. That he wanted clear here.
Eyes locked with PJ's, seeing his flushed face, he asked, voice husky, “Want me to stop?” Then he waited. Oh, he would if the man said so, but he doubted that would come. He would just press on when he got the confirmation.
Panting heavily, shivering a little at the liquid heat that seemed to fill his veins, PJ knew that this was where he needed to end it. He couldn't though. There was something so thrilling about it that he said, “No,” before he could think about it. Then, almost before that two letter word was completely out of his mouth, he found himself flat on his back on the bed with Sirius straddling him. Whatever rethinking of his decision that might have come was lost when the man's mouth locked down on his again.
Getting PJ onto the bed, Sirius locked his mouth back down on his while spelling off both of their clothes, perching over him on all fours. Keeping his lips locked with PJ's, he let his hand wander down the man's chest. Oh yeah, his first impression in the bar was right; PJ was nicely toned! He had the rock hard abs you could feel the definition on and muscles that only came from working out in a gym. Then there was the soft pelt of hair on his chest and the 'happy highway' leading south. From what he felt, it wasn't a ton of hair, but some. This was good! And he was going to rock the man's world.
Feeling his own hard flesh give a deep throb and twitch, Sirius broke off the kiss and looked down at PJ. Panting, he said, “I'm going to fuck you nice and hard. You're going to love it.”
Panting heavily, PJ looked up at him and nodded, not sure what to say. Part of him, the chunk that was dominant, was protesting this, but the rest of him was excited. It had been a long time since he felt a cock in his arse. And no one, ever, had gone about it this way. It was definitely exciting. The fact that it was Sirius doing it seemed to get lost in that and the arousal that came from it. He knew that would come and he'd have to deal with it later, but, for now, he'd go with this.
Sliding down and slipping between PJ's legs, Sirius grabbed his wand off the bed and cast the lubricating spell on the man's arse. Leaning over PJ's chest, he liked the sight of it, how it was flushing red, starting to shimmer because of the sweat bathing it, matting the hair that was there down. Locking his mouth on one of PJ's nipples, he began to suck on it, biting softly, as one of his fingers toyed with the man's pucker before slipping in. Oh, shite, he was tight. Lifting his head slightly, panting as his mouth left the nipple, he muttered, “You've got a nice tight arse.”
Moaning loudly, eyes sliding shut, PJ shivered and panted. Reaching down and running his fingers through Sirius' longish hair, he panted out, “I don't bottom much.”
Grinning at that, though not looking up, Sirius muttered, “You're going to now and will love it,” as he slipped a second finger in. Then he latched his mouth down on the other nipple, teething it softly as he sucked. He liked this idea. Most he was with naturally bottomed almost all the time. It was definitely going to be a change of pace to fuck someone that normally didn't do that. Especially one that was this tight. Yeah, it was going to feel fucking fantastic!
Arching up and moaning loudly, fingers digging into Sirius' hair, PJ felt the slight burn at the entry of the second finger, but that was more than balanced out by the sensations that rocked him. “Oh, shite,” he mumbled, shaking slightly from what he was feeling.
Lifting his head again, Sirius watched the man's face, chuckling. Yeah, that was a damned good reaction! Twisting his fingers around, scissoring them, he fucked PJ hard with them before slipping another in. “I want to hear how much you appreciate what I'm doing to you, PJ. So, you're going to be loud for me. Got it?”
Nodding vigorously, PJ panted heavily, body starting to shake from the sensations. Reaching down, he gave his rock-hard cock a squeeze, starting to stroke it. Yeah, this was damned good!
Watching the man stroke himself, Sirius groaned. Oh, that was a fucking turn on, that's for sure! However, he wanted PJ to remember who was in charge here. Slipping his fingers out of the man's arse, he pushed PJ's hand away. “I'll take care of that for you,” Sirius growled softly. Slipping between those legs on his knees, Sirius coated his cock with lube then held it to the tight entrance before starting to slide it in. Lifting his eyes, he watched PJ's face as the head slipped in slowly, grinning at what he was seeing. The man was loving it, that's for damned sure!
Moaning loudly at the entrance, feeling his skin prickle, PJ felt the burn of the entrance. It was probably more pronounced than it normally would be as he hadn't done this in a long time. It felt good though. That slow stretching and feeling that hard cock slide into him felt amazing. “So good!” He panted, shivering.
Sliding all the way in, Sirius held still, panting heavily himself. Fucking hell, it felt good to have his cock surrounded by the tight arse! He hadn't felt one this tight in a long time. It was almost like PJ was a virgin. That told him it had been a long time since he had done this. Good! Looking at PJ's face, he panted then said, “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me,” PJ panted out, grinding on the cock buried in his arse.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” Sirius asked, grinning a little. Oh, he planned to fuck PJ nice and hard, but wanted to hear him say that. It just added fuel to an already hot fire on his end. Rolling his hips, though not thrusting, he waited.
“Hard, fuck me hard,” PJ groaned, arching up slightly. “Touch my cock!”
“What's the magic word,” Sirius asked, grinning sadistically.
“Son of a bitch!” PJ groaned, eyes fluttering shut. “Please!” He all but shouted. This was something he had never done before when bottoming, ever. And, bloody hell, it was exciting!
“Please what?” Sirius asked, still not moving. Oh, he loved this! The expression and body language were a huge turn-on. It just added to what was already there.
Eyes opening, PJ looked up at him then panted, “Please fuck me hard and touch my cock!” And if the man wanted him to get any more detailed than that, he wasn't going to manage it. He was at the end of being articulate, honestly. All he wanted was for Sirius to fuck him!
That's all Sirius needed. Beginning to fuck PJ in long hard strokes, he reached down with the hand not propped on the bed and took hold of PJ's cock then began to stroke it quickly. Grinding into that arse, he kept his eyes locked on the man's face.
Letting out a loud moan, PJ shook violently. Oh, this was fucking good! “Harder, please,” he stammered, feeling his whole body seem to catch fire. By now his balls were throbbing madly and his cock was twitching.
Happy to oblige, Sirius began to pound into him harder. Leaning down, he locked his mouth on PJ's again, letting his tongue slip inside as he did. Though he liked to hear the moaning, he liked this as well. Plus, he could still hear it as it didn't stop while they kissed, and feel it as well. Hand working harder on PJ's cock, he felt his whole body throb. His balls were telling him the end was coming, quickly, so he planned to make the man finish before he did so he could feel his already tight arse clench around his cock.
Breaking off the kiss, PJ arched up, moaning Sirius name loudly, Drawing his legs up, he locked them around Sirius' hips and held on. “Fuck me! Shite, yes!” He stammered out, feeling his whole body start to pulse madly.
Watching the look on PJ's face, Sirius ground into him. He couldn't thrust as easily with PJ's legs wrapped around him, but it felt good to have them there. Wringing the head of the man's cock as he stroked it, Sirius panted heavily, trying to get him off before he hit the point of no return. “Cum for me! I want to feel your tight arse clench around my cock as you cum!”
Moaning loudly, arching up at the new sensation PJ all but screamed Sirius name then came, splattering the man's chest as his whole body throbbed madly, grinding down on the cock in his arse as he did. Oh, yes, this felt amazing! Eyes sliding shut, he grunted and moaned as his whole body danced with the sensations and the orgasm rocked him.
Feeling that already tight arse clamp down, hard, on his cock then seem to spasm, Sirius threw his head back and groaned then came, hard. Skin seeming to catch fire, his fingers dug into the bed where the one hand was braced as his hips continued to thrust as he rode out the pleasurable waves, whole body throbbing madly. Oh, hell yes, this was fucking amazing!

Walking into the small living room area in the house he was staying in, PJ sat down, gingerly, in a comfortable chair, wincing as he did. His arse was sore, that's for damned sure. Looking up when he heard his raven, Poe, start to mutter various words from the poem 'The Raven' by Edgar Allan Poe, he chuckled, almost sadly. “I missed you too, Poe.” Hearing the words rapping, tapping and nevermore, something he knew was the birds way of expressing being happy to see him, he sighed, looking over at Hedwig where she was resting on her perch. Holding out his hand, he waited to see if she would come over. Most times, anymore, she wanted to just sleep. She was an old lady by now, he knew that, but he needed her reassuring presence. He didn't know why that was, assuming it had to do with the fact she had been his constant companion since Hagrid bought her for him all those years ago, so he went with it.
When she flew over and landed on his arm, hooting at him then giving him a concerned look, he stroked the feathers on her breast softly. Leaning back with a groan, he said, “I think I made a big mistake tonight, girl.” Shaking his head, he told her, “I should never have let it go that far with Sirius.”
After giving Poe a cold look and clicking her beak at him, something that was her way of telling the raven she was getting irked at his ever-increasing noise and rise in how loud he was talking, she then looked back at PJ and hooted at him before nibbling at his fingers affectionately.
“I don't know how to deal with this now,” PJ told her, still stroking her feathers. “He's going to know because I plan to meet him. And he wants to see me again anyway. I screwed up big time!” Shaking his head, he sighed, “Yeah, this wasn't smart!” Shutting his eyes and leaning his head back, PJ just groaned. Leave it to him to screw something like this up. It must be something in the British air because he never would have allowed this to happen before. Now he knew he had a mess to work with and didn't relish trying to sort it out!
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