"What do you reckon?" James asked as we were changing into our pajamas (after Serena-Rose had determined for us on the Sandy Scope that it was safe to enter the dormitory), minds still swirling with the events of the day.
"She is one sexy siren!" Sirius answered, pulling on his pajama bottoms.
"Smart too." I added. Even though Sirius and I were together, committed and mated, we could both appreciate her for being an outstanding example of what her gender could be. I knew nothing would change the special bond between him and me, but she did have a way of stirring up feelings of attraction in us, a new kind of arousal for me.
"No! I mean about the Sandy Scope." James interjected across my thoughts. "You reckon she'll let me borrow it to check in on—"
"Lily! We know!" Sirius and I finished for him. "I knew you were thinking that when she showed us!" I told him as I buttoned my nightshirt, and then shrugged, "I dunno…. She probably would…."
"And what was all that about two of us having secret loves? I mean, everyone knows about Evans and me. And Wormtail couldn't be more obvious fawning all over Aldebaran…."
I didn't like where this was going so I decided to use some diversionary tactics. "So, Prongs, what do you do with Evans' quill at night?"
James reddened, "I—Nothing!" he shouted. Peter let out a snorting snore.
Sirius smirked, "Maybe we should see this quill. Check if it's sticky!" He bounded across the room but was wrestled away from the nightstand by James.
"We were talking about who you two love!" James snapped irritably.
I shot a quick "Muffliato" towards Peter's bed and took a steadying breath. "All right Potter, you win. I'll confess. I'm in love with you. It's my deep, dark secret."
Sirius caught my eye and winked. "Yeah, and I've got it bad for Wormy. Damn near broke my heart to know he was up here wanking over another," and over-dramatically wiped away a fake tear.
"Oh shut up." James was clearly not convinced. Sirius and I exchanged a significant look and twitched uncomfortably, which James saw. He gazed back and forth between us, realization dawning. "Damn it, Black! I wondered why you stopped chasing after all the prettiest skirts last year! It's you and the Wolfie, isn't it?" he demanded. "Isn't it?"
Sirius paled, went wide-eyed and was rooted to the floor. My face grew hot and I attempted to not look too embarrassed. I turned away and began fumbling with my bed curtains. The silence spiraled, all but sealing our admission of guilt.
Sirius found his voice first. "Yes, OK, fine! Moony and I are madly in love!" he whispered furiously. "Just don't let it get out. I can't very well have my reputation as Hogwarts' most eligible bachelor tarnished." He blew on his knuckles and mimed polishing them on his lapel, trying to laugh it off and lighten James' reaction.
"So…." James began slowly, absorbing the news. "You're saying I can't start sending out the wedding announcements of Mr. and Mr.--what?-- Lupack?"
"No!" Sirius blanched aghast, then recovered enough to joke, "It's Mr. and Mr. Blapin."
I finally drew in a shaky breath of relief. "Gentlemen, if you don't mind, I personally prefer 'Moofoot'." Our laughter rang out and I was hit in the head with a pillow.
James was grinning, "That's great you guys, really. I'm happy for you, but I think I'd rather not see any snogging or anything," as he blew out the last candle in the room. "Ah, young love," he sighed and we heard him plunk down on his bed. "Now you know how I feel about—"
"We know! LILY!" Sirius and I yelled at the same time. Two pillows smacked James in the darkness.
I awoke the next morning from a strange, very sensual dream that left a certain part of my anatomy extremely stiff. I raced to the bathroom, turned on the shower and undressed. I was shook-up and confused. I pressed my forehead to the cool glass of the stall door as I waited for the water to heat up. Touching my throbbing member lightly, I remembered snippets of my dream-- the tangle of limbs, the writhing bodies, the sweat infused tingling skin, the all-consuming pleasure, the gasping for breath.
Sirius barged in smiling, towel around his waist, and imperturbed the bathroom. Shit! I was so rattled I hadn't locked the door! And he was the last person I wanted to face just then. "Saw you run in here, prick pointing the way...thought you could use a hand."
"Um, uh…." I stammered, not knowing what to say, the passionate dream images plaguing my conscience.
"What were you dreaming about that got you so hot and bothered?" Sirius took my hard dick in his hands. "You were moaning and hissing."
"I was not! Wait, what? Hissing?" I was perplexed.
"Yeah, 'Uhhhh'," he groaned, rolling his hips around and fluttering his eyes mimicking me, "Uhhhh….Ssss….Ssss…' Like that. It was me, right?"
"Yes." I couldn't meet his eyes. "And…" my voice trailed off.
"And Serena-Rose?" he asked gently, putting a finger under my chin to raise my face.
I was shocked! "How did you know?" I had been scared that he would be mad, but he wasn't. He was just calmly studying my worried features.
He shrugged and went back to playing with my prick. "It's Ok you know. She's wicked sexy. It's not like I haven't wanked off to the thought of having her join us sometime."
My eyes opened wide and I managed to choke out, "It felt like cheating on you!"
"Love, dreams aren't cheating. And if we're both there together and agree on an added person, that's not cheating either." My head was swimming with the desire he was arousing in me with his ideas and hands. "It's… it's…" he faltered, casting about for the right words, "It's expanding our eroticism!"
"So you'd be into that?" I whispered and dared to believe it could be true.
He nodded and dropped his towel, revealing his erection. "Doesn't it look like it?" he asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
"But definitely us both together, right?" I inquired, searching for reassurance.
"Absolutely," he said breathing in husky emotion and kissed me tenderly.
"Do you think she would go for that?" I panted out as he was slurping on my neck.
"I dunno…" he murmured in between kisses, "We could ask her I suppose…."
"Yes…can feel...her…out…" My concentration was ebbing, rendering me incoherent, and he effectively shut me up by a deep, probing tongue in my mouth.
We suddenly broke apart, startled by a jarring banging on the door and James yelling. "Open up! We need in there!"
"No you don't!" Sirius shouted back, temporarily lowering the "Silencio" part of the imperturbable charm but leaving the lock firmly in place.
"Yes, we do!" snarled a grouchy Peter.
Sirius started tickling my ribs, winked at me and shot back, "MOOFOOT!"
There was a good, solid ten seconds of silence and then we heard James snap at Peter for them to go downstairs. "Whhhhhy?" Peter whined, "What did Padfoot say?"
"He said 'Move it!'. Now let's GO!"
We laughed as they left. Sirius raised his wand to the door and uttered, "Imperterbatem" and dragged me by my dick to the shower. He smacked his lips and enthusiastically teased, "Now. Time for some nice 'n' hot, randy Moofoot!" We slipped under the spray, snogging and rubbing soap all over, our fingers curling around each other's cocks. Somehow, ever since that day, 'Moofoot' became our code word with James for when we needed a little privacy.