Disclaimer: I didn't invent these characters, if that's what you're asking.
Author's Note: Written for duva, who rocks, dontcha know. Mmm, yeah, giftfic. So much fun.
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CRASH!
"MEEEEEEE-ROW!"
"Shit!" hissed Sirius, as the new caretakers cat streaked off.
James was already moving toward him, over the toppled suit of armor. He grabbed the taller boy about the waist and shoved him around the corner. There was a flight of stairs there, and the two boys tumbled down them together. At the bottom they lay there for half a second, and then Sirius was standing and dragging James up.
"Shit," Sirius said again, as he and James abruptly found a dead-end, the noises from behind them saying the caretaker had reached the mess already. "Shit."
"Here," James's hand closed on Sirius's shoulder and pushed and they were suddenly in an unused, suspiciously empty broom cupboard. Sirius had just enough time to see how small the space was, before James shut the door and everything went dark.
There was a few minutes of relative quiet, as the two boys tried to get their heart rates back to normal. Then, over the sound of their slightly labored, anxious breathing, Sirius hissed, "You clumsy git, Prongs. We're going to get caught."
James grunted, and Sirius could tell he was offended at the accusation.
"It was your bloody foot I tripped over, Padfoot," he whispered.
Sirius glared in roughly the direction James's voice had come from. "Well, what were you doing walking so damn close, then? The bleeding corridor wasn't that narrow."
The other boy grunted again. There was the sound of robes being fumbled with, a barely audible whisper, and James must have had the sense to pull out his wand, because they were suddenly bathed in weak light. James's face, much closer than Sirius would have thought, was tight and unreadable.
"You could have told me you were about to stop," he said, treating Sirius's question as if he hadn't heard it. There was a very odd look in his eyes.
Sirius felt something in his gut twist oddly and then he was staring at James's lips, as the other boy said something that reached Sirius's ears but not his brain.
Suddenly their faces were even closer, and he was looking at James's eyes, clear and close because his glasses were gone. Sirius didn't know who'd moved and wondered if it mattered.
"Padfoot?" queried James, tilting his head slightly to the side and barely breathing.
"What were you doing, walking so damn close?" Sirius asked, tongue wetting his lips and he couldn't help it. Hazel eyes flitted down to watch and then back up to grey, wide eyes.
"Padfoot..."
There was a hand in his hair, a mouth on his own. He had a handful of robes that weren't his, and something cool and smooth was cutting into the palm of his right hand because he was still holding the glasses he'd taken off his friend.
The lit wand clattered to the floor and went out.
His back was to the wall and they were kissing, really really kissing, and Sirius forgot his question, wondering why he hadn't ever thought of this before.