:: :: :: ::
The day proceeded very normally after that, despite the fact Sirius couldn't stop looking at James, and wondering what the fuck was going on. Was it a one time thing? Would they do it again? Did it mean anything? Because James still flirted outrageously at Evans, and he still clapped Sirius on the shoulder, and he still sat next to him at lunch and dinner, though without any limbs being pressed together, and they still studied in the library, and James's feet tangled with his, like usual, and now they were going to bed, and everything was just the same, but Sirius had all these new, vivid images to jerk off to, and was even more confused than he was yesterday.
He was half hard in his pajama pants, staring up at the canopy of his four poster bed, with the curtains already shut for the night. He flung his arm up over his head, and wondered what tomorrow would bring. Would James act the same? Would there be more sex surprises? Would James still be in love with Evans, or would he change his mind? Would he decide he loved Sirius instead?
He listened to the other boys settle in for the night. Peter moaned about an essay due tomorrow in Potions, and Remus tidied up his side of the room. Remus could never go to bed unless his books were just so, and all his things were put away in the wardrobe. James was suspiciously silent, and Sirius wondered if he was even there. Maybe he was down in the common room with Evans right that second.
Sirius scowled darkly at the bed hangings. What was James playing at anyway? Who decided to jerk off their best friend, and then just left him standing there wondering what happened? Quite rude, really. Sirius was miffed. He was, he was miffed, he was not at all turned on at the thought of the ambush. He looked down at the tent he was making in his pajama pants.
"Traitor," he muttered.
He sighed and stretched on his bed, arms over his head. He dug around under his pillow for his wand, and murmured a silencing charm, then tucked his wand away again. Outside the hangings, someone turned out the lights, and darkness fell inside the drawn curtains on Sirius's bed. Peter and Remus were in their beds, and James too, probably. The others would have left a light on if James was coming up later.
Sirius settled in to relive the whole bathroom wanking experience in glorious detail, and stroked his prick through the thin cotton of his pajama pants.
The curtain at his left swept aside, and James was framed there. He had a Lumos glowing on the tip of his wand. Sirius froze just as he was, suddenly intently aware of how he looked, with one hand thrown over his head, his chest bare, and the other hand teasing his hard length.
James grinned, and climbed onto the bed. He tugged the curtain closed behind him. "You got started without me," he whispered.
"Silencing charm," Sirius said, shocked that this was happening again. There was no need to whisper.
James doused the light, and fumbled around on the bed. Sirius heard the clink of his glasses and wand on the nightstand outside. Then James draped himself, warm and half dressed, over Sirius's chest. His fingers quickly found a nipple to pluck at. His knee rode high on Sirius's hip, nudging at his balls.
"Did I fall asleep?" Sirius wondered aloud. That theory was quickly disproved, when James leaned down, and bit his shoulder.
"Not dreaming," James said to confirm. His hand swept over Sirius's chest, and down to the waistband of his pants.
"Why are you doing this?" asked Sirius.
"I said yesterday, didn't I?" said James. He shrugged, though Sirius could only feel it, he couldn't see in the dark. "You like it, and I like it, so why not?"
James's hand slipped beneath his waistband, and Sirius sucked in a breath. "Why not," he repeated dumbly.
"I was thinking of something a little more naked, though," said James. His warmth vanished from Sirius's side, and his hand left his pants, and James moved about on the bed, until he abruptly moved over Sirius. Sirius could sort of see James's silhouette in the dark. James tugged Sirius's pants down his hips, and Sirius helped him drag them down his legs and off. Then, dear Merlin, he was naked with James. They were naked, and Sirius knew this, because he suddenly had a lapful of naked James Potter. James's thighs were on either side of his, and there were balls laying against his balls, and James's cock was right on his. James leaned over to grab his hands. There was delightful pressure on his groin, and then James shifted upright again, and put Sirius's hands where he wanted them, which was apparently on his arse. Sirius was happy to oblige, and his hands squeezed and kneaded at the firm flesh. James hummed, pleased, and rocked his hips when Sirius pulled at them.
"We need lube," said James.
Sirius agreed, and reluctantly released one arse cheek to get his wand from under his pillow. He found James's cupped hand in the dark, and with a whispered word that hand was now the proud owner of a puddle of lube. James chuckled, probably Sirius was over enthusiastic with the spell, which was confirmed a moment later when James's very wet hand closed around Sirius's cock.
"That's good," said James, stroking up and over and around, and Sirius could do little more than try to hold back any pathetic noises he might have made.
James squeezed, and a number of noises were let loose anyway. Sirius dropped his wand on the bed, and grabbed James's arse again.
James's hand left his prick for a moment, and he stroked the rest of the lube over himself with a groan. Sirius was breathless at the idea of what might happen next.
James's hands landed on either side of Sirius's body, and he leaned over to nudge at Sirius's chin, until he tipped it up, giving James room to make that giant hickey on his neck even worse. James bit and Sirius gasped, and James rolled his hips, and their pricks slid pleasantly against hard abs. Sirius used his hands on James's arse to guide him into a rhythm, and James kept up the good work he was doing on Sirius's neck.
He bit along one side, and then over Sirius's throat, paying special attention to his Adam's apple, and to the other side. He discovered that teeth dragging on an earlobe made Sirius whimper. So he did it again and again, until Sirius felt like a spring that James was winding tighter and tighter.
Sirius let his hands wander over James's naked back, which he seemed to like, if the pleased hums were any indication, and when Sirius threaded one hand through his hair and pulled, he groaned, and rocked his hips harder.
It felt amazing, all hot and wet and slippery, though he was never going to come this way. But they kept trying, rolling their hips together until they had a rhythm that worked. Sirius's prick rubbed into the cut of James's hip bone, while James's rubbed into his happy trail.
James sat upright on his lap, and Sirius's hands roamed over James's chest, tweaking nipples and stoking the lines of sweaty abdominals. James grabbed one of his hands, and put it on his prick.
"Stroke me," he said, his voice breathless.
Sirius couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before, and eagerly wrapped his fingers around James's prick. His cock was long and fat, and Sirius's mouth watered at the idea of other places James's prick could go. He stroked the length, and let his thumb roll over the head. Over him James choked off a noise, and his hips rocked into the tug of Sirius's hand.
"Is it good?" Sirius asked.
"Merlin, so good," James groaned. His hips stuttered when Sirius's squeezed just so. He brought his other hand into play, gently stroking at James's tight, wrinkly balls, and it was only a few strokes before James groaned out a wordless orgasm, and spilling hot come over Sirius's fist. Sirius wished he'd thought to keep a light on, because he completely regretted that he couldn't see exactly what James looked like in that moment. James's breathing slowed down, and he slumped a bit more onto Sirius's lap. He gently released James's prick, and over him James's hips jerked, like he felt sensitive.
"Merlin," said James, "that was…"
Sirius wiped his wet hand off on James's hip.
James chuckled, "Thanks, arsehole."
"Anytime," Sirius murmured, and made sure to spread it around a bit more.
"You should have licked up the mess," said James, and that made all kinds of things shiver, because, yes, he should have. That would have been good.
James's hands landed by his sides again, and he moved off Sirius's lap. James's face came close to his, and for a wonderful moment Sirius thought he was going to be kissed. But James's bit at his jaw instead, and then whispered filthy in his ear, "I'm going to lick up your mess." Sirius shuddered all over, and James moved away, down, down, and oh, dear Merlin, was he really going to—
James breathed hot against Sirius's prick, and Sirius fumbled around for his wand, and fired up a Lumos, because he absolutely had to see this happening.
James blinked in the sudden light, and then grinned up at him. Sirius settled on his elbows, and stared, because that was James's mouth, and that was Sirius's cock, in very close proximity. James breathed over the head again, and Sirius shivered. James grinned suddenly, almost smirking, and closed his mouth over the head. It was wet and hot, and it was James with his mouth on Sirius's cock.
"Merlin's fucking something," said Sirius. James's shoulders shook with mirth, but he thankfully did not remove his mouth. His eyes sparkled up at Sirius though, and his tongue did something amazing down there, sliding wetly over the head of Sirius's prick.
"James, oh, Merlin."
James got with the program, and his mouth slid down Sirius's prick, as far as he could go, which wasn't too far, but he brought his hand in to cover the rest. It was more than enough. Sirius didn't think he could last, not with the object of all his cock sucking fantasies licking down his prick, smirking around his girth, all laughing eyes, like watching Sirius fall apart under his hands and mouth was the most fun they've ever had.
James bobbed his head, and stoked his hand in time, and Sirius didn't last long at all after that. He fisted his hands in the bedding, and tried to keep his eyes open, he really did, because he didn't want to miss a single fucking moment, but in the end he couldn't, and he threw his head back, and his eyes closed, and he came with a loud groan. As soon as he realized he stopped, he looked down again, and watched James. He was still sucking on the head of Sirius's prick, like he wanted to suck up every last drop of come. He didn't let up until Sirius whimpered, and threaded his fingers in James's hair to pull him off.
James brought his mouth away with a pop, and smiled at Sirius like the smug bastard he was.
"You seemed to like that," he said.
Sirius grabbed his hair, and tugged until James climbed back up the bed. Sirius wrapped his arms around his torso when he was close enough, and rolled them together, landing with his head on James's chest. Apparently he was a cuddler, which probably anyone could have guessed. He sighed, deep and sated, and James's hands stroked over his back, and combed through his hair. Sirius settled in deeper.
"So, sex," said James. "What's your take on it?"
"S'good," said Sirius.
"Want to do it again?"
Sirius nodded, enthusiastically. "But now sleep."
James hummed. "Okay. Sleep now. But more sex later."
"So much more," Sirius agreed, and fell asleep a moment later.
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They jerked each other off once more in the middle of the night, face to face on the bed, and panting into each other's mouths. Never once kissing, to Sirius's regret.
In the morning, Sirius woke up alone. He peered out of the bed hangings, and saw James was asleep in his own bed. He felt a pang of worry. Was James feeling regret? Or was he just trying to keep up the pretense in front of Remus and Peter?
Probably Sirius should stop jumping to conclusions, because he seemed to always jump to the wrong ones. For instance, he never would have guessed James would come into his bed last night. He would have dreamed it, sure, but to have it actually happen was unbelievable.
Sirius got up, and was dressed and showered before James showed any signs of waking.
James finally began to stir when Sirius was in the process of adjusting his tie, and no, he wasn't waiting around the room, and making stupid excuses to himself to linger. That would be ridiuclous.
James blinked sleepy, warm eyes, and a slow smirk bloomed across his face when he saw Sirius standing at the mirror between their two beds. Sirius gave a small smile in return, and then pretended that the state of his tie knot was more important than ogling half naked James Potter.
"What time is it?" James asked. "Why is everyone gone?"
"It's after seven," said Sirius. "Moony is at breakfast, and Pete squeaked something about the library. I think he's gone to work on the essay due in Potions today."
"Perfect," James purred, and he rolled out of bed to stand right behind Sirius at the mirror, and put his hands all over Sirius's chest. James pressed right up close to Sirius's back, his morning wood poking Sirius in the arse. James's long fingers quickly undid the knot Sirius had been fiddling with for the past fifteen minutes, then tugged his collar aside to see the hickey on Sirius's neck.
It was a large purple and blue stain, right at the base of Sirius's throat, at the join into his shoulder. There were darker reddish purple marks in the center, from James's teeth.
James winced. "I thought it would be sexy, but that just looks painful. You ought to heal it."
Sirius shrugged. "It doesn't hurt." Except when he moved his head. "I don't mind it."
James's eyes were knowing over his shoulder in the mirror. "You mean, you like it."
Sirius shrugged, and that hurt too. James rubbed his fingertips over Sirius's nipples, and he shivered.
James fetched his wand from the nightstand, and tapped gentle healing charms on Sirius's abused flesh. Sirius frowned, and James rolled his eyes at him.
"I'll give you more," said James, like a promise. "Smaller, less painful ones."
Sirius couldn't help but shiver. The hickey healed, James tossed his wand in the direction of his bed. He wrapped his arms around Sirius's waist, and nibbled delicately at the newly healed skin.
"I'm for a long hot shower," said James. He rubbed his erection into Sirius's arse. "A long. Hot. Shower."
"I already had one," said Sirius.
James made a face. "Yes, I can smell you. Very clean. Very disappointing. Maybe you should wait for me tomorrow."
"Pete won't be gone tomorrow morning."
James shook his head sadly. "Then it's a shame you didn't wait for me today."
Sirius made a considering face in the mirror. "I suppose I could shower again," he said.
James grinned, and his hand travelled down Sirius's body to land on the bulge in his trousers. "Looks like you could do with a long hot shower too."
"I sure hope that's a euphemism for sex," said Sirius wryly. "Or I'll be disappointed."
James snorted. "Here I thought I was being subtle."
"As a bludger to the face," said Sirius.
So it happened that Sirius got off twice that morning, as earlier he had dealt with his morning wood alone in bed, and the second time with James in the shower, so he started his day feeling excellent. They rubbed each other down with Sirius's excellent smelling soap, until they were sudsy and slippery, and James put his mouth on Sirius's neck again, careful this time not to bite too hard. He left slow, precise bites and licks that made Sirius gasp and moan, and clutch James closer. They jerked each other off, and washed the evidence down the drain.
They did not kiss.
Sirius was starting to wonder why? If he tried to kiss James, would he allow it? Or was kissing the line they didn't cross? Did kissing make them boyfriends, while now they were only really horny best friends?
Not even this new brand of anxiety could bother him this morning though, not with two orgasms under his belt, and James making teasing comments, trying to make Sirius blush, and leaving their sides pressed together during breakfast.
Even when Evans walked down the aisle past them, and James said hello, which she ignored, that didn't bother him this morning, because Sirius had the fresh image of James, wet and soapy, shoved up against the shower tiles, gasping Sirius's name while he worked James's cock in long strokes.
'Take that, Evans,' Sirius thought. 'You don't even know what you're missing.'
:: :: :: ::
The day proceeded in the same vein, with James reminding Sirius of the new aspect to their friendship constantly, while Sirius felt weirdly shy about it.
James was free with his touches: a hand lingered on Sirius's arm, knees pressed together under desks, and he fixed Sirius's tie twice, even though Sirius loosened it immediately after. His knowing grins were easy, and he didn't seem to care that he basically eye-fucked Sirius all day long in front of Merlin and everyone.
Sirius felt less sure. He wanted to touch James. He wanted to grab James's arm, to swing him around, to muss his hair, to shove himself into James's side and stay there, but he couldn't. He was more invested in this than James was. Sirius's heart was on the line. James was just having some fun. It was possible James would tire of this lark of fucking his best friend. He might even succeed in getting Evans to agree to a date, and then where would Sirius be? Heartbroken, that's where, and if James were to know of the depth of Sirius's feelings, that would make the inevitable end a million times worse, because James would be sorry, and apologetic, and careful with Sirius after, and their friendship wouldn't survive that. Sirius thought they could manage the aftermath so long as James believed Sirius was only as invested as he was, that Sirius thought of this as an easy, fun fuck with his best friend and nothing more. Which meant Sirius absolutely could not give in to his urge to touch James, because it would make his needy, greedy feelings obvious. There was humor in all of James's touches - a look in his eye that said, 'We're having fun now, aren't we?' and Sirius knew his touches would tell something entirely different. Something desperate.
So he kept his hands to himself, and tried not to be too eager when James touched him, when his fingers brushed over Sirius's chest and nipples as he was 'smoothing his tie,' or when his fingers closed around his wrist to drag him to Transfiguration, or when he sat very, very close in every lesson and meal.
By dinnertime, James's touches had a different sort of edge, and came with a peculiar frown.
"What's wrong, Padfoot?" he murmured at dinner. Across the table, Remus and Peter were talking about the spell they learned in Transfiguration earlier. Remus tried to explain the theory to Peter. They weren't paying them any attention at all.
"Nothing," said Sirius.
James looked dubious.
"Are you feeling a little on edge?" asked James, a smirk curling his lips. He pressed in close, just in case Sirius didn't get the innuendo.
Sirius was feeling a little on edge. Actually, a lot on edge. But dinner distracted him well enough. The motions of steadily eating through a slice of ham and a mound of potatoes helped keep his reactions to James at a low simmer. It probably helped they'd had sex a few times now, so his usual desperate wanting of James was lessened.
"You should take your hand off my thigh," said Sirius.
James's smirk turned into a scowl, and the hand was removed. Sirius breathed a little easier.
They finished dinner, and went up to Gryffindor Tower. There was homework to be done, and they all did it at a table in the common room. James refrained from touching and flirting, instead busying himself with answering the questions McGonagall had set in Transfiguration. Sirius did his Charms work, and tried not to look at James too much. Instead, he got caught up in arguing with Moony about the proper flick and swish for a Thawing Charm.
:: :: :: ::
Sirius fell asleep on his own that night, but woke up in the early hours with James pressed up against his back. James's cock was hard, and shoved between his arse cheeks, and his fist was wrapped around Sirius's cock. It was a glorious way to wake up. They came like that, with James rutting against him, and Sirius's hips jerking to fuck James's fist. James panted warm breaths into Sirius's neck, and Sirius drifted off to sleep again right after.
When he woke up in the morning it was a bit later than usual, and James had gone down to breakfast already.
It struck Sirius that this had become something more than what James made it out to be at first: two blokes with hard ons looking to get rid of them. James had sought him out every time, and Sirius was starting to get his hopes up that this thing might just become something more.
Still, there hadn't been any kissing.
He arrived in the common room, and all hope was dashed. James was talking to Evans, and miracle of miracles, she looked like she might be on the verge of laughing. She wasn't scowling or frowning, like she usually did when James spoke to her. Her expression was open and vaguely amused, and he had obviously taken this as a good sign, because he was using his charming voice, and smirking in a way that was handsome and roguish, and Evans was eating it up. James reached for Lily's hand, and she let him take it.
Sirius, thankfully, couldn't hear the words James was saying over the roaring noise in his ears. He walked automatically to the portrait hole, and let himself out. He paused for a moment, hoping, but James didn't follow him.
Because James likes Evans. James was arse over feet in love with Evans, and Sirius never stood a fucking chance. The sex was only convenient to James, and Sirius was furiously glad he had been so well reminded of that fact.
Now he could put a stop to it before James really broke his heart.
:: :: :: ::
The funny thing was, he didn't have to put a stop to it, because James did it for him. James had always been the instigator, and has solved the problem by not ambushing Sirius in bathrooms, or sneaking into his four poster bed at night. Three days passed, and Sirius slept alone, and the only hand touching his cock was his own. James eased off on the flirting, and it was back to best buddies as usual, with no funny business on the side.
Sirius told himself that he was relieved.
It happened that day four fell on the day of Quidditch practice. Afterwards, Sirius was in the locker room shower, and he may possibly admit under torture that he was lingering. He had washed his hair twice, but no one needed to know that. Everyone else was gone, but James hadn't been in for a shower yet. Sirius didn't know why he was waiting, like something would happen if he stuck around. James had stopped, and Sirius wanted him to stop, right? So why was he trying to give fate a helping hand right now?
Sirius had no answers for himself, and soaped up his chest for the third time. When he got out of here he was going to be cleaner than he had ever been in his whole life.
There were footsteps at the entrance to the shower room, and Sirius looked over. James was there, half naked, only covered with a towel around his waist. He looked uncertain in the doorway, but also sweaty and grass stained, so he clearly had no choice but to shower. He stood there for too long, pretending like he wasn't looking at Sirius. His eyes, unburdened with his glasses, flicked from Sirius to the opposite wall. Sirius knew James couldn't see him very well without his glasses, and enjoyed a leisurely look up and down James's very fit body, knowing James would be none the wiser to his ardent perusal.
"You're being weird," said Sirius, finally.
James looked at him, naked brown eyes blinking, and shifted his feet. "I just thought, you know, that you wanted some space." He ruffled his hair nervously.
Sirius had no idea how he could have ever given that impression. Sirius never, ever wanted space. He wanted James to stop turning him on, but he didn't want James to avoid him, or to even stop touching him. He knew his neediness was often over the top and blatant. Something in his expression or body language must have conveyed this. James gave an all over sigh of exasperation, and then took the shower head next to Sirius, and flicked it on. He tossed the towel on a hook, and stepped into the spray.
"Look," said James. "I'm sorry about all of that, you know, before."
Sirius stiffened.
"I could tell you weren't really into it, and I didn't get that at first. I'm sorry I sort of pushed you—"
Sirius made a protesting noise. "You didn't push," he said. "I could have made you stop. It wasn't like—"
"I know, but—"
"I liked it, okay? I liked it a lot."
"I know you liked it, but you didn't want it."
"I did!"
"Sirius, come on," said James, and he made an aborted move to ruffle his hair. It was wet though, and wouldn't ruffle. "If you'd wanted it, you could have crawled into my bed any of these last few nights, or even come into the shower in the mornings, but you didn't."
Sirius started, because they were naked in the shower together right now. He felt a surge of heat; something like indignation and lust, mixing together and making him insane. He didn't like what James was saying. It felt too much like rejection. James stood there, all naked and gorgeous, and Sirius wanted. He could almost feel it when all sanity and reason flew out the window.
"I wanted it," Sirius said, thickly.
James looked over at him, skeptical, and then his gaze drifted down. His eyebrows flicked upwards when they saw that Sirius was hard. James's shoulders relaxed, and whatever tension he was feeling over this falls away in an instant, leaving him loose limbed and looking extremely fuckable.
"Then prove it," said James. He looked like a challenge, smirk touching the corners of his mouth, eyes glinting with humor and lust. He was all wet and slick with water from the shower. Streams of it flowed down his chest and abs, and into the cut of his hipbones, and he was half hard already.
'Fuck it,' Sirius thought. 'Fuck everything.' But if he was going to fuck everything up, then just this once, he was going to get exactly what he wanted from James.
He stepped into James's space, trading the stream of water from his shower head for James's, and didn't stop until they were touching skin. He touched James's jaw with his fingers. James's eyes slipped shut, like he knew what Sirius was going to do next, which was crazy, because even Sirius didn't know if he was going to go through with it until this very moment. James obligingly parted his lips, so pink and plush, and his tongue touched his bottom lip quickly, and Sirius couldn't help but stare. James had the most perfect mouth, and he didn't want to miss a single moment of this. Sirius kept his eyes open until the very last second. And then, suddenly, they were kissing. It was deep and slow, and Sirius felt like wrapping James up inside himself so the kiss never had to end. But the best part, the very best part, was James was kissing back with just as much intensity. Sirius pressed into James with his whole body, and his tongue, and James arched into him, and flicked his tongue with his own, and made this deeply satisfied noise that made Sirius lose his mind.
He pressed James up into the tiles in the next moment, warm water washing over them, and he was never ever going to stop kissing James. Not ever. Not even if they needed to breathe. Fuck breathing. Fuck everything that wasn't—
"Touch me, for fucks sake," said James, right into his mouth, and the kiss just kept on going. Sirius took James's hard prick in his hand, and stroked it just so, just the way James liked, because Sirius knew that now, and he will never un-know it. He knew James liked his prick squeezed with just that amount of pressure, and liked it best when his hand was just so on the head. James moaned helplessly, and bit Sirius's bottom lip. He jerked his hips so his prick fucked Sirius's fist, and his hands slipped on Sirius's back, and then grabbed handfuls of his arse. James moaned, low and open mouthed, panting into Sirius's mouth. His cock jerked, and then he came in long pulses over Sirius's fist.
James panted, loose and useless against the wall. Sirius watched him, feeling really, astonishingly smug over being responsible for James's state. He smirked to himself, and kissed James's slack mouth.
Sirius released James's prick, and grabbed his own. He moaned, and stroked himself, letting the head of his cock rub against James's body. James blinked sleepy, satisfied eyes at him, and Sirius whined, because Merlin. That look. James started to smirk, and released one arse cheek to settle against the back of Sirius's head instead. He guided Sirius into a kiss, and made it deep and filthy, kissing Sirius through his panting and moans. Soon, Sirius couldn't even kiss back anymore, but that didn't stop James, who licked into his mouth, and bit at his lip.
"Jamie," Sirius whined, and James rumbled nonsense at him, grabbing his arse with an almost painful grip that had Sirius tipping over the edge. He came with a groan, drenching James's hip and package with his come.
James hummed, and kissed his lax mouth.
Sirius finally relinquished James's mouth, because he was honesty feeling a little light headed, and dropped his head into James's shoulder. He leaned heavily against James, but he didn't seem to mind, so Sirius wasn't going to move until he was damn well ready.
"That's a good boy," said James, patting his arse. "Who's a good dog."
"Arsehole," said Sirius, hiding his grin in James's neck. He pinched James's side, and he snickered.
"Padfoot's a good dog, yes he is."
"You've got some weird bestiality kink, don't you?" Sirius accused.
James snickered, and his chest shook against Sirius's. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"I want to know everything you like," said Sirius, and then winced because that was maybe a little more honest than he safely should have been.
James smiled, very nearly sweet, and kissed him.
They finished their showers, and dressed, and then walked back up to the castle. Everything felt different, Sirius thought. He had kissed James, and James had kissed back, and it seemed like they were walking closer now, their hands brushing every now and then. James kept up a steady stream of chatter about Quidditch practice, and their chances in the next match. Sirius felt like the smile would never come off his face. He couldn't even keep up with what James was saying, because he was too lost in his head, day dreaming about what would happen next.
They stopped outside the Fat Lady, and Sirius went to give her the password, but James stopped him with his mouth. Sirius made a surprised noise, but James just chuckled, and kissed him deeper. Just when Sirius started to get with the program, and kiss back properly, James pulled away, grinning.
He chirped the password, and went through the portrait hole, grinning over his shoulder at Sirius.
Sirius swallowed, and followed him.
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