Xavier was more than happy to do as he was told. He loved how bossy and loud Cepheus always was. He growled as he fucked the other boy hard, angling his thrusts to try and hit him just right.
James was exhausted from practice, but looking forward to spending the evening having Cepheus convince him that he wasn't actually that tired. And he had another tin of biscuits from Molly, which would definitely put Cepheus in a good mood. He unlocked the door to the flat, opening his mouth to yell that he was back and he had a present for Cepheus, but then he heard the moaning. And Cepheus talking. But maybe he was just wanking or watching porn. James tightened his grip on the biscuit tin and walked to the stairs, walking up them slowly, trying not to make a sound, and saw, for just a second before he was turning around and walking away, Cepheus and Xavier fucking on Cepheus's bed.
What did Cepheus think he was doing? Why would he fuck the ex-boyfriend who'd treated him like shit? Didn't he know he was better than that? Didn't he know that James -- James clamped down on that train of thought before it could go anywhere, throwing the biscuit tin across the room and then storming out of the flat. Fuck it. It didn't even matter. It wasn't like they were anything to each other. He'd go out and he'd find someone else and everything would be fine.
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