"Distractions bad," James said, shaking his head and running a hand down Cepheus's chest. He undid his trousers and pushed them off his hips. "At least during Quidditch practice." He undid his own trousers, taking them off and then walking Cepheus backwards towards the showers. "I blame your Malfoy wiles. And your pretty little mouth."
"So when are you free for me to buy you a drink?" Gwen asked, smiling at Roxanne. "Or... a water or juice or whatever. I know athletes sometimes do the whole cleanse thing."
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