"Wow, are you guys lucky I was the first one down here this morning or what!?" James threw himself onto the couch next to Sirius and Remus.
"Yeah, Prongs, We'll be forever grateful," Remus said sarcastically. He yawned and kissed Sirius before climbing out of his lap to stretch his legs.
"So what were you two lovebirds doing last night that made Padfoot yelp so loudly?" James asked.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, Prongs. I burned myself, that's all," Sirius told him.
"Ouch, how'd ya do that?" James asked.
"He didn't, I did," Remus said, avoiding his friends' eyes.
"How about we not start that again? I told you last night it wasn't your fault," Sirius said to him.
"Well it certainly wasn't your fault. You didn't throw the ball into the fireplace," Remus snapped.
"Neither did you really. It's not like you did it on purpose. Anyway it didn't hurt that much and you fixed it. So it doesn't really matter. I don't blame you so neither should you," said Sirius.
"I think Moony's just being a little moody because it's almost that time of the month," James told Sirius in a pretend whisper. Remus looked at James and opened his mouth as if to say something, but instead collapsed back into Sirius' lap.
"Yeah, I think he's right. I really didn't feel well when I woke up this morning and I guess I kind of took it out on you. I'm sorry, Padfoot. I love you," he said.
"It's ok, Moony. I love you too." Sirius wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and kissed him.
"And i would love it if you two weren't so mushy all the time," James said pretending to gag. Remus and Sirius laughed at him and kissed again.
"We should go get dressed," said Remus.
"Yeah, you two go be mushy upstairs while I sit down here and puke," said James. But they knew he was only joking.