Sirius' eyes fluttered open.

He was groggy, hungover as hell, and slightly dizzy. The memory of last night were pretty much gone, or broken down into unidentifiable shards. Confused, and with a slight frown distorting his eyebrows, he attempted to roll over, maybe grab a cup of water, but found that there was a warm body nuzzled against his chest.

'Oh fuck' he thought inwardly. Last night was a haze, distorted with Firewhiskey, and if he was honest, it could literally be anyone, barring Professor McGonagall, although she did look particularly lovely in her lace nightgown when she came to break up the party...stop it Sirius, not a time for jokes...

He prayed that the person curled against him wasn't another random fling, because seeing as they were in his bed, he couldn't exactly sneak off and leave them, like he usually would.

Squinting in the morning light, Sirius realised the person's hair was short and messy. Okay then, either a guy or a seriously manly girl. And manly wasn't Sirius' type. He tended to go for the innocent, doe eyed girls, and the sensitive, lean guys. People who made a point of making a big show of their masculinity weren't really his thing.

Wait. Messy?!

Sirius did a double take.

"James?"

The music was so loud that Sirius could physically see it, pulsating around them, ridiculously loudly.

Sirius was done brooding. He felt like crap, night after night of endless flings. He'd been acting like a slut, and judging by his actions, he was one. But the people he slept with, none of them had feelings for him. They were drunk off their asses, and after a hookup, in the morning, after he had snuck away, they never even remembered he was there. Sirius had been huddled by the fireplace, away from the crowd, hugging a bottle of Butterbeer and thinking intently. But he was done self obsessing. It got old. There was a huge party going on, and Sirius wasn't about to miss it. He threw his bottle into the fire, and threw himself into the mass of people.

"Padfoot!" James roared, as Sirius joined him. "Glad you pulled your head outta your ass and decided to join us!"

Sirius laughed, running a hand through his shaggy hair.

"I'm back, Prongs!"

The person next to Sirius groaned, opening his eyes.

Sirius and James were huddled on the marble staircase, cold air biting their arms. Their foreheads were pressed together, and they were giggling drunkenly. Sirius' top was gone, the word 'BEAST' scrawled across his skinny chest in eyeliner. James' tie was wrapped around his head, his shirt was ripped open, and he had lipstick kisses up his neck. Sirius' chin was smeared with lipgloss.

James rolled over, opening his hazel eyes.

They were in the bathroom now, Sirius' hands locked in James' hair, his bitten fingernails half covered in black nail varnish. James pulled at the thin string necklace around Sirius' neck, snapping it and discarding it. Sirius shivered, his bare back pressed against the icy marble of the bathroom wall, and James' arms went either side of his head. They were both breathing heavily.

"Paddy..? Wha-.."

Sirius moaned as James' lips pressed against his. He closed his eyes, inhaling James' cool breath, and opened his mouth, allowing him access. James' lips curved up into a smile.