I don't care what the neighbors say,
I'm gonna love you each and every day.
"Why, my dearest Prongs, I do believe the neighbors think we're giving them a free show every day when I kiss you off to work." Sirius said, coming in and giving his husband a deep kiss (along with a not-so-disguised squeeze on the arse).
James smiled. "And why is that, Padfoot?"
"Mrs. Gere, the woman across the street, commented me on it when I was having a smoke. Said she had children and they really shouldn't see two people as physical as we are on the front stoop and could we please keep it inside next time?" Sirius smiled. "As if I can control it. If you weren't so dashingly sexy I would be able to control my hands. Unfortunately, you are so fucking gorgeous I want to ravish you everywhere."
James put his hand on his heart and batted his eyelashes. "And all this time I thought you were the devilishly handsome bastard I couldn't keepmy hands off of."
"Perhaps that's true some of the time," Sirius replied, "but not when I kiss you off to work. Then it's all me, darling."
"Well, Mr. Lenard two houses down commented on your little pool fiasco last week." James said, moving toward the kitchen. He was cooking pizza (again) and was afraid he had burnt it by getting sidetracked with his husband (again). "I told you skinny-dipping was a bad idea."
"Well," Sirius said, putting his hands on his hips, "he shouldn't have looked then. I intend to swim in the same way I fuck . . . naked."
"You're not always completely naked, Siri." James pointed out.
"Well, the bottoms are always off, aren't they?" Sirius said. "And that's what matters. Although sometimes I wonder if my chest is just as sexy as my arse."
"Padfoot, Padfoot." James mused, placing the unburnt pizza on top of the oven. "How many times have I told you . . . I want to be the one who sees you like that and no one else."
"Does it really bother you?" Sirius asked, pulling out paper plates from the cupboard and a beer and winecooler from the fridge.
James laughed. "No, not really, love."
"Good." Sirius said. "Because after we eat, I think we should go out back onto the picnic table and give the neighbors a free show."
"You know," James said, looking at the pepperoni pizza, "I think I can warm that back up."
They laughed all the way to the backyard.
