A night of motorcycle talk WHO: Sirius Black and Fabian Prewett WHERE: Sirius's house WHEN: Late enough to know better WHAT: Innuendo and motorcycle envy, some flirtation and a discovery that, perhaps, straight might just not be the proper description. RATING: Hard R
Sirius cleaned as best he could before Prewett came over and by cleaning, he really meant "toss his dirty laundry in the vicinity of the laundry basket and spell the dirty dishes clean". He then changed out of his "yes, I actually went in to work" clothes to something more casual. Doublechecking the refrigerator and pantry, he saw that he had enough supplies for a quick stop-in by a friend (plenty of beer - cold and warm - and some crisps).
More important than the state of the flat was the state of his beloved motorcycle. He'd just finished installing new pedals the other weekend (long before Remus hexed him old) and they gleamed. With an indulgent smile, he grabbed a nearby rag and polished the gas tank and handlebars one last night, making sure to have the chrome absolutely gleaming in the dull light in the garage. "There you are, baby, you'll just lovely for Prewett. Fill him with envy that you are mine, lovely."