Summary: This is a stupid, random, Sirius/James thing I'm doing. Might be slash, might not be, there's a possibility, hence the rating.
Rating: R for language (sexual and other XD) and possibly some slash later on.
A/N: Real sorry about not updating my other stories, and I'm also sorry to say I might be deleting all of them. I'm just never in the mood to update...this one's just random, it doesn't have a plot or anything, so...Oh, also sorry about the / / for italics...my stupid text program and stuff makes it so html files don't convert it to italics, and...well, yeah, whatever.
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"PRONGS!" Sirius shouted, running into the dorm. His pants were unzipped, his shirt unbuttoned, and his skin sweaty. That told James alot. "Padfoot?" James said calmly, laying on his bed. "Huh?"
"Kindly, from now on, do me a favor."
"What?"
"After a shag-fest, before coming into the dorm, zip your pants, button your shirt, and try to make it look like you haven't been doing anything Kamasutra."
"I haven't been!"
"No? What were you doing then?"
"I was sixty-nining someone!"
"Padfoot?"
"What?!"
"One, didn't need the image. Two, a sixty-nine qualifies as Kamasutra."
"...Oh."
James got up, closed the Quidditch magazine he'd been reading, and stared his best friend down. Finally, he asked, "So?"
"So what?"
"Who was it?"
"Not saying."
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Nope...Okay, fine. It was that third year who's--"
"Padfoot! You're seventeen and still doing /third years/?!"
"She's hot! She made the moves! It isn't /my/ fault!"
"You're such a bitch."
"But I'm /your/ bitch."
James's eyes widened. "You didn't just say that." Then both boys cracked up laughing. Sirius somehow managed to zip his pants, even though he couldn't do much for his shirt. James shook his head, finally standing up straight.
"You are /not/ my bitch."
"In denial, Prongsie?"
"That's sick."
"But you like it."
"I do not!"
"Bitch."
"Only if you want me to be."
This time it was Sirius's turn to look shocked...and rather stupid, too. "Um...James?"
"Yes?"
"Are you sure you're straight?"
"No."
Sirius stared.
"I meant yes!"
"Sure you did."
James stared at him blankly.
Rating: R for language (sexual and other XD) and possibly some slash later on.
A/N: Real sorry about not updating my other stories, and I'm also sorry to say I might be deleting all of them. I'm just never in the mood to update...this one's just random, it doesn't have a plot or anything, so...Oh, also sorry about the / / for italics...my stupid text program and stuff makes it so html files don't convert it to italics, and...well, yeah, whatever.
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"PRONGS!" Sirius shouted, running into the dorm. His pants were unzipped, his shirt unbuttoned, and his skin sweaty. That told James alot. "Padfoot?" James said calmly, laying on his bed. "Huh?"
"Kindly, from now on, do me a favor."
"What?"
"After a shag-fest, before coming into the dorm, zip your pants, button your shirt, and try to make it look like you haven't been doing anything Kamasutra."
"I haven't been!"
"No? What were you doing then?"
"I was sixty-nining someone!"
"Padfoot?"
"What?!"
"One, didn't need the image. Two, a sixty-nine qualifies as Kamasutra."
"...Oh."
James got up, closed the Quidditch magazine he'd been reading, and stared his best friend down. Finally, he asked, "So?"
"So what?"
"Who was it?"
"Not saying."
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Nope...Okay, fine. It was that third year who's--"
"Padfoot! You're seventeen and still doing /third years/?!"
"She's hot! She made the moves! It isn't /my/ fault!"
"You're such a bitch."
"But I'm /your/ bitch."
James's eyes widened. "You didn't just say that." Then both boys cracked up laughing. Sirius somehow managed to zip his pants, even though he couldn't do much for his shirt. James shook his head, finally standing up straight.
"You are /not/ my bitch."
"In denial, Prongsie?"
"That's sick."
"But you like it."
"I do not!"
"Bitch."
"Only if you want me to be."
This time it was Sirius's turn to look shocked...and rather stupid, too. "Um...James?"
"Yes?"
"Are you sure you're straight?"
"No."
Sirius stared.
"I meant yes!"
"Sure you did."
James stared at him blankly.