Three Is The Magic Number
“So was he any good?” Niall asked Remus with a smirk. Remus had just finished telling him about the party the night before on their way to their English class. He had really enjoyed getting to know Sirius, and to answer Niall’s question, he was obviously very good. Remus could say with the utmost certainty that the kiss with Sirius was the best kiss that he ever had.
“Yes, it was good, Niall,” Remus said dryly. He didn’t want to divulge too much into the details of the night prior, wanting part of it to just stay between him and Sirius. Even though they hadn’t spent that much time together, Remus could see himself forming a real connection with him, and that terrified him. After they kissed, he knew he had to leave or he would’ve gotten himself into more trouble. Although it hurt that he had no way of communicating with Sirius to find a way to see him again, he knew it was for the better. He couldn’t get hurt again.
“Well done, mate! Been a while since you’ve got some, eh?” Niall joked, elbowing Remus.
“Piss off, Niall. I can’t seem to remember the last time you got with a bird,” Remus retorted.
“Alright, alright. Now you’re taking it too far.” At that Remus smiled, opening the door to their classroom. The two of them found their usual seats, taking their stuff out of their bags and preparing for the lesson.
***
“So was he any good?” James asked Sirius with a smirk. James had already given Sirius the full run down on his night with Lila, half of which he seemed to have forgotten, and switched to prying for information about Remus.
“Of course he was, did you see him?” Sirius retorted. He normally shared everything with James, but his kiss with Remus almost felt too personal. He didn’t want to give him all of the details of their interaction. He knew James would pull apart every word that Remus said, and Sirius just wanted the moments to live in his head until they met again.
“Mate, I’m happy for you and all, but I thought you wanted a meaningless hookup last night,” James said more seriously. He had seen Sirius go through a lot in the past, mostly with his family, and he knew Sirius couldn’t deal with being left. He wasn’t sure who Remus was, but he definitely didn’t think he would be good for Sirius, especially considering how attached Sirius already seemed to be.
“I did, until I saw him. I was talking to some other girl before, but I couldn’t pass up Remus once I saw him.” Sirius was getting defensive, so James decided to back off.
“Okay then, if you say so. Did you get his number or anything?”
“Aaaauuuugggghhhhhh,” Sirius exaggerated his groan. “Nothing. He said he had to go, and I just forgot to ask.”
“Well, maybe you’ll see him again,” James always had a much more positive outlook on things than Sirius did. Actually, James was definitely the most optimistic in their band, and most other people in Sirius’ life. He was the one who made Sirius think there was still a point in living after his family disowned him.
James and Sirius walked into the band room and were greeted excitedly by Peter, who had been sitting in there alone. Soon after, Liam, Zayn, and Louis arrived, and they commenced with their practice.
The first song that they practiced was “Grimmauld Place,” one that Sirius had worked on with Louis and Liam. His other friends didn’t know the extent of his family troubles, but they did know that he was no longer in contact with them. Not that Sirius ever really liked his family anyway, well, except for his little brother, Regulus, but he never thought they’d flat out disown him. Sirius thought of the song as an homage to Regulus. Sometimes, all he wanted was for his little brother to come into his room, late at night, because he had a bad dream. Normal children would probably go to their mothers, but Walburga Black was the cause of Regulus’ nightmares.
After working on “Grimmauld Place,” they moved on and started practicing a new song. Liam and Zayn wrote it, so it was obviously a love song for the two of them. Sirius played a few chords on the guitar before Peter then joined in with the drums. Liam then began to sing.
Dancin’ wild, loving free
You and me is all we need tonight
Through the darkness, late night spree
Stay with me, and I’ll hold you tight
Let’s run faster, leave ‘em behind
It don’t matter when I’m with you
Hearts are racing, overdrive
Only one thing I’d rather do
I’m on the peak of paradise
The peak of paradise
The peak of paradise
I’m on the peak of paradise
The band briefly quieted, and then picked back up for the second verse.
Feel the tension, eyes on fire
Can’t help myself with you so near
Caught my attention, my desire
Always tell me what I want to hear
Hey there honey, don’t look so blue
Don’t you know that you can talk to me
In just one minute, you’ll be brand new
Kiss it better and soon you’ll see
I’m on the peak of paradise
The peak of paradise
The peak of paradise
I’m on the peak of paradise
I’m on the peak of paradise
The peak of paradise
The peak of paradise
I’m on the peak of paradise
The peak of paradise
The peak of paradise
***
Evan was the only one there when Barty walked into the room. He was angry. He just wanted to get through practice and be alone. Evan wouldn’t let him.
“You alright, mate?” Evan asked, looking genuinely concerned.
Maybe it was because he asked, or maybe it was because Barty wanted to tell him, but within seconds Barty was telling Evan about his situation with Regulus and his feelings. Since when did Barty talk about his feelings?
Evan was a great listener. He sat there, taking in each and every word that Barty said, sometimes offering encouragement or advice. He nodded along, and when Barty was done talking, all Evan could say was “Wow.”
Evan liked Barty. More than liked. Evan had been enamored with Barty since they met in high school. They hadn’t been friends back then. Barty barely even knew that Evan existed. But now, thanks to the band, they had become much closer.
The more Barty talked about Regulus, the more Evan’s heart ached. He assumed Barty would be seeing people, he was, after all, incredibly attractive, but he never really thought that it would be Regulus. Evan grew up with Regulus. Their families were close friends, and they spent a lot of time together. It hurt that Barty had something going on with him.
What Evan didn’t understand, though, is why Regulus wouldn’t want a relationship with Barty. He was happy for selfish reasons, of course, did Regulus not see what he saw in Barty? Beneath his tough exterior, Barty was a softie at heart. He had been through a lot in his 21 years, and he had some anger issues and a cigarette addiction, but Evan still thought he was perfect.
Just as he was about to say something else, Remus and Niall came into the room, laughing, followed by Regulus and Harry. Barty shot Regulus a dirty glance, but no one seemed to notice besides Evan. They first rehearsed “Please Don’t Leave Me” and then prepared to start their second song, “Stronger Side.” Niall played a few strings on the bass and then Harry came in singing.
No more, no more picking sides
Don’t separate our lives
I can’t, I can’t believe it's fair
Maybe there’s a way to stop this fire
The other boys came in on their instruments to pick up the speed of the song.
I saw you moved through a photograph
The way you talk, you brought up the past
Now I now, I can never go back
I gotta fight to keep my stronger side
Childhood is what you took from me
A cemetery where you’d bury my pleas
Nothing said will ever change my mind,
I gotta fight to keep my stronger side
Fight to keep my stronger side
Fight to keep, fight to keep
No more, no more picking sides
Don’t separate our lives
I can’t, I can’t believe it's fair
Maybe there’s a way to stop this fire
All my life, you’ve been the puppeteer
But now I’m gone, and you’re still in my ears
You wanna know? Am I still your son?
I gotta fight to keep my stronger side
I won’t let you in, I’m claiming my mind
I’m not your heir for a life in debt
Leaving behind all your dread
I gotta fight to keep my stronger side
Fight to keep my stronger side
Fight to keep, fight to keep
No more, no more picking sides
Don’t separate our lives
I can’t, I can’t believe it's fair
Maybe there’s a way to stop this fire
Turn me on, try whatever you like
Burn me out, I’m getting rid of that side
You yell and tell me that he’s not my friend
You tear it down, you tear it down but now he’s gone, the end
No more, no more picking sides
Don’t separate our lives
I can’t, I can’t believe it's fair
Maybe there’s a way to stop this fire
I can’t, I can’t believe it's fair
Maybe there’s a way to stop this fire
“Sounding good, lads,” Harry said, looking around at his friends. The boys decided that they would be done for the day and began to pack up their instruments.
“I heard there’s a band called The Untamed entering Rock Rebellion this year. Apparently they came second in Sound Revolution last year,” Niall mentioned, putting his bass into its case.
“Damn, really?” Evan asked, sounding surprised. Sound Revolution was another competitive battle of the bands in London, so the boys knew that this band had to be good.
“We’ll be fine. With our new songs there’s no way they stand a chance,” Regulus boasted, ignoring Barty's eyes burning into his soul. Of course Regulus knew that he had let Barty down by not wanting to date him, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel bad. They had agreed at the start of their situation that there would be no strings attached, so he couldn’t help that Barty had decided to make it personal. Even though he didn’t want to date him, Regulus missed having him as a friend and hoped this thing would blow over soon.
The boys all walked out together, and then separated into their own cars. Harry got into his Red Fiat 500, pulling out his phone to text his current situationship, Taylor. He asked her if they could meet at their local bar, and she soon agreed. During his drive, he gave thought to the band and their upcoming competition. His voice had started becoming a little sore after their practices, but he didn’t have the heart to tell the rest of the boys. He couldn’t let them down.
Upon his arrival, Harry made his way into the small bar, walking up to the bartender and ordering himself a whiskey sour. When Taylor arrived, he gave her a quick hug and they got to talking.
“Soooo,” she started, elongating her words after a couple drinks in. “I was wondering if we could try something new tonight?” She asked with a smirk.
“What were you thinking?” He inquired.
Instead of responding, Taylor turned her head and subtly pointed at a shorter, blonde guy. When Harry didn’t understand, Taylor explained.
“Maybe he could join us?” Taylor leaned into Harry’s chest and looked up at him. Harry didn’t really know what to say. As much as he wanted to immediately deny her and go home, there was something in him that was just a little curious. A few of his friends had told him about their experiences in threesomes, and that just made Harry want to see what the hype was about. Reluctantly, Harry nodded his head and Taylor excitedly made her way out of her seat on the bar and over to the boy she had pointed at.
Harry had only taken a few sips of his drink and before he knew it Taylor had brought the guy over to him. The other guy introduced himself as Nick, and Harry reciprocated. After having a few more drinks at the bar together, Taylor decided to take them both home to her flat.
Before he could even properly close the door, Taylor had pushed him up against the wall in the foyer and started to make out with him. She was very passionate, moving her hands up and down Harry’s chest. After a few moments, Nick grabbed Taylor’s hand and pulled her over to the sofa. Harry followed closely behind the two of them. Nick sat down on the couch, letting Taylor straddle him, and the two of them began making out.
Harry watched them closely, unsure about how to feel seeing them together, but apparently his dick had other ideas. Harry had to admit, Taylor did look really sexy, even if she was necking another bloke.
Nick pushed up Taylor’s shirt, revealing a lacy red bra. Harry walked over to the sofa and sat down to join him. Nick turned to Harry and began kissing him. It’s just a kiss, Harry thought to himself before sticking his tongue in the other man’s mouth. Nick placed his hands on Harry’s hips, and, for some reason, it sent a shiver up his spine. When they separated, Harry ripped his shirt off, and so did Nick. Taylor unzipped Harry’s jeans, and he quickly stood to pull them down, along with his boxers. Taylor placed one hand around his cock and began to move it up and down. Soon after, she used her other hand to stroke Nick’s penis as well.
Harry wasn’t prepared for what she did next. Taylor began to use her tongue, circling around his tip. He and Nick began to make out again while Taylor worked their dicks, alternating between using her hands and her mouth. Both men groaned. A few short minutes later, both Nick and Harry had finished, so they decided it was Taylor’s turn.
Harry pulled off Taylor’s panties and used his fingers to start working her clit. Meanwhile, Nick took off her bra and was sucking on her nipples. Harry moved his finger in circles, causing Taylor to moan. He then slid two fingers into her, gradually moving them in and out. Once he got into a groove, Harry placed his lips to Taylor’s and began to kiss them. She moaned in pleasure, and came quickly after that.
The three moved into the bedroom next. Taylor laid face down on the bed, and Harry proceeded to eat her out once again, only this time, Nick’s mouth was around his dick. Harry couldn’t remember the last time he had received such good head. The way Nick moved his tongue around signaled that he knew exactly what he was doing. Harry thinks he finished in record time, and Nick swallowed his cum, savoring the taste.
Nick shoved his dick into Taylor’s pussy, and Harry began to stroke himself while he waited for his turn. Their moaning turned him on, and once it was his turn, he slid on a condom and began teasing Taylor’s entrance. He put his dick into her tight pussy, groaning and tossing his head back as he did. He moved forward and backward, increasing the pace with each thrust.