"I'm such a mess…Harry's never going to forgive me for this," James mumbled, resting his head against his best friend's bare chest. "But I can't seem to stop."

Sirius kept his voice soft, watching the January snow collect on the windowsill outside the bedroom as he asked, "Why wouldn't he forgive you?"

"Because I'm in love with you, Sirius. I'm falling in love with you and I don't want him to think that I love Lily any less," James said.

Pulling him closer, Sirius kissed the top of James's head and drew his left hand into his right. He wanted to slip a ring on to that third finger so badly but he could tell from the way the hand shook that his friend, his lover, wasn't ready for that yet. Instead of speaking he held onto his oldest friend until his shoulders stopped shaking.


prompt from: anonymous