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Size Matters

                It was Remus who said it, said Snape might be gay. It wasn't meant as a jibe or anything, just a statement of fact.

It was Peter's idea to turn him upside down and spell his pants into knickers, to change his trousers into a skirt, to plait the greasy hair—after it was forcibly washed, of course.

                It was James's idea to get a picture, and to have Snape sing, "I'm a Desperate Witch (Just Lookin' for Love)".

                It was Sirius's idea to wash out his mouth every time he answered "No" to the question "Are you a poof, Sniv?", until he was choking and the only thing he could do was nod, surrendering his greatest secret.

                "There there, Sniv, was that so hard?" said Sirius, patting him on the back. "Now all we have left is to tell the rest of the school."

                "You've had your fun. Now release me and let me be."

                Sirius motioned for the others to go on up to Gryffindor Tower without him just yet. It was a while before he spoke to Snape. "I can't do that just yet."

                "Why not?" he asked, hoarse from the choking.

                "Because I haven't had my fun yet." The shiver that went through Snape turned him on almost as much as the clothing did. "I won't tell anyone you're queer if you won't tell anyone about me."

                Snape suddenly smirked. "About you what? Going to say it? I'm afraid I can't choke you until you admit it, as I seem to be all tied up at the moment."

                Sirius was looking Snape up and down. He reached to hike the skirt up, staring at the pink knickers.

                "Going to finally act like the nasty little cocksucker you are?" he snorted, but the gaze Sirius had in looking at his crotch both mesmerized him and sent his nerves into a hyperaware state of alarm.

                "Maybe," said Sirius softly. He reached out to brush over the place where Snape's prick was carefully before finally reaching inside the waistband and taking hold of him.

                "Finally," breathed Snape. "Thought your stupid factor had finally taken over."

                Sirius brushed fingers over the hot skin.

                "Ever touched someone else's before?" leered Snape. Sirius shook his head, curving his fingers around the base and drawing upward.  "Not," he inhaled sharply, "even your little friends'?"

                Sirius shook his head again. "Nope. No one. I don't make it a habit, unlike you, apparently."

                "You have no idea the talents I possess, Black," Snape said scathingly, but still sounding a bit breathless.

                "I don't give a rip, Sniv," said Sirius, pulling down the knickers.

                "Is this how you treat the girls you bed?" he snorted.

                "Never bedded a girl, really. Tried once." He stroked at the length, now freed from the tight fabric. Severus bit back a moan. "It's big, isn't it?"

                "You should be jealous," Snape pointed out.

                "I'd rather just enjoy it, for the moment."

                "Let me see you," said Snape.

                "No way," said Sirius, ducking his head a bit. He paused in his motions on the hard shaft, glancing back over his shoulder as if he were about to leave.

                "You are jealous," said Snape, amazed.

                "I have every reason to be," said Sirius, still staring at the grimy tiles.

                "Small?"

                Sirius said nothing.

                "A secret for a secret. Truth is," said Snape carefully, weighing his words, "I'm not as averse to wearing a skirt and knickers as Pettigrew seemed to think. It was nice," he said, cheeks pink with the admission.

                Sirius glanced up for a moment to look into his eyes. "Really?"

                "Yes. Just for right now, I'll stay right here if you let me go. Normally, I'd hex you off your arse, but you've made me quite curious."

                "I don't know . . . ."

                "Release me," insisted Snape, and, with a sigh, Sirius did. Snape pressed him back against the stall door, and Sirius yelped, fumbling for the latch, when Snape dug teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder and he arched into the sensation.

                "Now," said Snape in between licks to the spot where he'd created a rather nice hickey, "I'm going to have a look. You'll stay still until I'm done, and you won't cover yourself or I'll tie you to the stall. Am I clear?"

                Sirius stared him in the eye defiantly for a long moment, but eventually blinked before Snape, then sighed and relaxed against the door. "Why the hell not?" He braced himself as Snape unbuttoned him and slid the trousers down. His eyes closed as his pants soon followed them in their descent down his thighs and past his knees.

                An eternity seemed to pass before he opened his eyes, seeing Snape was waiting for him to make eye-contact before he made any sort of move. A hand slid itself up his shirt, stroking gently at his muscled chest and abs, and he groaned, surprised to hear Snape groan as well. "You should be jealous," Sirius joked, holding Snape's hand to his abs as it tried to slip away. Obligingly, Snape stroked at his torso again, plucking at nipples, tugging at the scarce patches of hair he could feel.

                And then it was the moment of truth, and Sirius trembled softly as Snape's gaze left his own, kneeling down to get a good look at Sirius's hard erection. To be honest, it was the best prick he'd ever seen. Forget that his was so large and thick, this one was . . . adorable. He envied it. "I am jealous," he said, reaching up to cup it in the palm of his hand. He glanced back up with such sincerity that Sirius knew that, if the door weren't behind him, he'd have swooned and fallen all the way to the ground.

                "Don't laugh," Sirius begged softly. He felt tears coming to his eyes. "Please don't. Don't laugh."

                It felt good to have the other boy at his mercy, but he couldn't laugh if he'd wanted to. He swallowed hard, looking back down at it again.

                "Don't laugh," Sirius whispered again.

                Severus shook his head slowly. "No, I like it."

                "No, no you don't," moaned Sirius, miserable. "Merlin!" He ran a hand over his face and fumbled for that bloody latch again, but before he could leave the stall, Snape leaned in and inhaled the scent of his crotch, then gave the head a soft lick. His knees buckled and he would have slid to the floor had Snape not caught him.

                "Sit on the toilet," Snape encouraged, and, feeling rather odd, Sirius did so, spreading his legs. He tugged playfully at one of the plaits, drawing a soft smile from Snape that he never could have drawn from him before the current moment.

                Snape leaned in, stroking his thighs soothingly, before taking him into his mouth entirely—and that wasn't hard—to suck at him. Stars flew in front of Sirius's eyes, so he closed them tightly, letting out a moan, pressing his hips forward.

                When Snape pulled off with a wet smack to just stare at it again, he felt significantly less self-conscious.

                "Salazar, it's so . . . it's . . . so cute," panted Snape. He then shot a severe glare at Sirius, as if to deny that he'd just used that particular adjective to describe something.

                "Cute?"

                "Elegant? Dainty? Perfect?" breathed Snape. "Touch it. Stroke it like you do late at night, thinking of how you're so very queer."

                Sirius didn't bother to tell him he tried to avoid doing just that, because he hated himself for his queerness most of the time and because he hated his baby prick all of the time (well, except the current moment); he considered it a lost cause by now. Snape was so lusty for his small prick that he couldn't possibly deny him. He reached down and, with a finger and his thumb, began stroking it. He covered the peeping, dripping head with his foreskin almost all the way, then pulled it back down, moaning gently as he watched Snape watch him with fire-filled eyes.

                "Damn Blacks get everything," muttered Snape, reaching down to stroke himself as well, kneeling to get right in on the action. "Release onto me," he demanded.

                "Okay," said Sirius through a moan, rocking his hips gently. He'd never had so much fun masturbating, not since he'd discovered most men were larger than he was. He felt like a part of his heart that had shattered was now being encased with a strong Reparo, was now, piece-by-piece, beginning to heal.

                He moaned a bit more loudly, body tingling pleasantly as he neared his climax, stroking his "cute" prick roughly until it began to spurt. Snape leaned in even closer and it splattered on his face, down his cheeks and his nose, and he licked at it when it reached his soft lips.

                Sirius stared at the sight of Snape dirtying his face willingly with Sirius's own come. He barely had time to contemplate that before Snape was standing, looming over him, advancing so he had to part his legs even further, frightened of what the other boy might have in mind, even through his post-orgasmic state of mind.

                Snape merely continued stroking himself a few more times until he spilled himself into the toilet, though, and Sirius sighed in relief as Snape stepped back.

                "Have you ever . . . you know?" said Sirius after a moment of them just staring at one another, Snape wiping the come off with his hands, then licking at them.

                Snape looked pained, suddenly. "Black, I do not think you . . . you see . . . ."

                "Look, Snape, I understand the basic laws of physics and the mechanics of sex. What I meant was, have you ever shoved that thick pole up a bloke's bum before."

                Snape's eyes widened, but then he nodded.

                Sirius stood, massaging his bum where the toilet seat had cut into it. "Well, I guess that means we'll have to meet again. I hate you," he said, swiping at a bit of the come Snape had missed on his cheek, licking at it himself and making a face. He got dressed again, attempting to make himself presentable, and Snape nodded at him, showing he approved.

                "All clean?" Snape muttered, motioning to his face. Sirius smirked and leaned in for a quick peck on the lips.

"Yep."

"I hate you too," Snape purred.

"Yeah yeah yeah. Oi! Almost forgot." He undid the plaits and spelled the skirt back.

"Thanks. And I'm glad you left the knickers as is."

"I'm glad you didn't make fun," said Sirius, flushing again.

Snape held the door open for him in a very chivalrous gesture, but as they both stood there in the bathroom, Snape produced a Stinging Hex.

Sirius growled, turning about and huffing as he left, and just barely heard Snape mutter, "Wanker. You could have just asked."