For Dec 6th challenge of the SiriusXJames web clique!
Title: Christmas Spirit
Writer: Azure K Mello
Rating R for language
Word Count: 525 (I totally went overboard)
It hadn't snowed in England for close to twenty years. England is an island getting all the heat from the Gulf Stream. It wasn't meant to be cold. Or rather it could be cold but even when cold it was never cold enough to snow! And now suddenly there was a massive blizzard. The muggle news was calling it some fancy name but it was caused by some major mojo. As luck would have it our fine hero's were out shopping in Hogsmeade. This wasn't snow you could duck into a store to avoid this was "serious held up inside because it was snowing an inch an hour," type whether.
Sirius, as a general rule, hated Christmas and the whole season in general. It had bought him nothing but woe. Father Christmas had never bought him anything as a child and his mother had always told him that bad children *didn't* get toys. He had believed her and tried harder the next year. And now he had finally let James in. After all these years of a contrived friendship he had been honest and told his rather new boyfriend about his childhood. James wanted to make this year different. But Sirius just couldn't get into the mood and the snow was fucking cold and melting into his scarf making him colder. "James, let's go up to the Shrieking Shack."
"You're not having a good time?"
"Being with you? Always. Being out here? No fucking way. I hate all things that fall from the sky: snow, rain, bird shite, sleet, hail, frogs. So let's go up to the hill and get warm."
James smiled at his love. Only his Sirius could clump everything he loathed into defined groups. "Commo then."
While the shack was cold it was out of the wind and whether. After starting a fire they sat laughing and looking at all the things they had bought for their friends. James liked to see Sirius talking candidly at this time of year. Until he'd seen the boy happy he had never realized just how miserable his friend was. As they heard the wind die down James smiled, "Maybe we can make a run for it." He said as he stood and went to open the door. When it wouldn't open he peeped out the window there was at least four feet of snow outside. "It's ok," he said before his high-strung boyfriend could work himself into a panic, "People will come to find us."
"And what are we supposed to do until then?!" asked Sirius sarcastically. The answer to the question found him pinned under a James shaped mass.
About twenty minutes later a figure emerged through the passage that led from the castle to the building. "Oh for Chrissakes," said a bored voice, "would you two put on pants?" asked Remus averting his eyes for the sakes of his friends' modesty. . . or lack thereof. "The whole school is in a tizzy over our *missing students* and you are up here boffing!"
Without breaking eye contact with his love Sirius said, "Ya, Remus? I love snow. And Christmas? Best fuck season ever."
Title: Christmas Spirit
Writer: Azure K Mello
Rating R for language
Word Count: 525 (I totally went overboard)
It hadn't snowed in England for close to twenty years. England is an island getting all the heat from the Gulf Stream. It wasn't meant to be cold. Or rather it could be cold but even when cold it was never cold enough to snow! And now suddenly there was a massive blizzard. The muggle news was calling it some fancy name but it was caused by some major mojo. As luck would have it our fine hero's were out shopping in Hogsmeade. This wasn't snow you could duck into a store to avoid this was "serious held up inside because it was snowing an inch an hour," type whether.
Sirius, as a general rule, hated Christmas and the whole season in general. It had bought him nothing but woe. Father Christmas had never bought him anything as a child and his mother had always told him that bad children *didn't* get toys. He had believed her and tried harder the next year. And now he had finally let James in. After all these years of a contrived friendship he had been honest and told his rather new boyfriend about his childhood. James wanted to make this year different. But Sirius just couldn't get into the mood and the snow was fucking cold and melting into his scarf making him colder. "James, let's go up to the Shrieking Shack."
"You're not having a good time?"
"Being with you? Always. Being out here? No fucking way. I hate all things that fall from the sky: snow, rain, bird shite, sleet, hail, frogs. So let's go up to the hill and get warm."
James smiled at his love. Only his Sirius could clump everything he loathed into defined groups. "Commo then."
While the shack was cold it was out of the wind and whether. After starting a fire they sat laughing and looking at all the things they had bought for their friends. James liked to see Sirius talking candidly at this time of year. Until he'd seen the boy happy he had never realized just how miserable his friend was. As they heard the wind die down James smiled, "Maybe we can make a run for it." He said as he stood and went to open the door. When it wouldn't open he peeped out the window there was at least four feet of snow outside. "It's ok," he said before his high-strung boyfriend could work himself into a panic, "People will come to find us."
"And what are we supposed to do until then?!" asked Sirius sarcastically. The answer to the question found him pinned under a James shaped mass.
About twenty minutes later a figure emerged through the passage that led from the castle to the building. "Oh for Chrissakes," said a bored voice, "would you two put on pants?" asked Remus averting his eyes for the sakes of his friends' modesty. . . or lack thereof. "The whole school is in a tizzy over our *missing students* and you are up here boffing!"
Without breaking eye contact with his love Sirius said, "Ya, Remus? I love snow. And Christmas? Best fuck season ever."