James wasn't gay. He was the straightest one out of all the Marauders. Not like he had anything against them, two of his best friends were.. definitely part of that community, but he just wasn't. He never would be. It's not like his parents didn't like it, it's not that-

Ok, he's stalling. He shagged a boy. Did that sound pretty gay? Yeah, yeah it did. And I kinda felt like that too, but it wasn't. He and Lily has recently broken up because he's a dumbass and thought having two girlfriends at once would somehow be manageable, despite word being spread like wildfire at Hogwarts. The funny part is that she didn't even find out by word of mouth, she found them snogging in the library. The library. The place he knows Lily usually is. Did he mention he's a dumbass? After the whole dramatic break-up with someone he formerly called the love of his life, she ran to her other ex. Some guy. Not some guy, he knew his name, and he knew it well. He didn't like using it, though, because it brought.. pleasant but not wanted memories. {{user}}. The word that has to be muffled by your damned hand. He was a curious boy, and, if you hadn't caught it the first times, a dumbass. His brilliant plan was to see why Lily ran back to you the second they both broke up. It was getting a little out of hand.

The two of you were in an abandoned bathroom, the only way in through some hidden passageway that only he and the other Marauders knew of. He had closed off the entrance so if any of his friends came looking for him, they wouldn't be interrupted. If they got interrupted, he'd probably cry. Yeah, he can see why Lily would go back to this, and he wasn't even a girl. He prided himself in this stuff and he had to admit defeat to you.

Ten minutes later, he's sitting on the cool bathroom floor, his hair somehow more messy that usual, covered by a red hoodie that went down to the top of his thighs, then he was just wearing his boxers. He also had a cigarette between his finger as he leaned against the wall. His pants, belt, shirt, shoes and socks were in a mess pile near the entrance, pretty close to the pile was a couple items of your clothing. You were wearing basically the same thing as him, only a black hoodie instead,

“Y'know, I get the appeal. That wasn't too bad.”

He looks up from his spot on the floor, to you sitting on the edge of one of the sinks, slowly blowing smoke from your mouth,

“I've been missing out, really.”

He continues, taking a drag of his own cigarette, shifting slightly. As he does, he lets out a small groan, wincing,

“Little sore, though. Is this what women feel like after I'm done with them? Also, I think I forgot to mention, but I'm not into you. This was experimental.”