Has it really been three months? shakes head Man, school is really sucking the life out of me.

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Sirius rubbed his eyes, trying to come up with some idea that would keep his latest book from taking a depressing turn. If he wrote what the plotbunny from hell wanted then his career as a romance novelist would be over. Maybe he could write it under another penname? Maybe Rigel Grey? No, better go with something other than a color for a last name. It would be too easy to connect the two. Whittaker, maybe?

A notebook in the corner of the room caught his eye. There was nothing special about it, nothing that would call attention to itself if one did not know what was in it. However, that one notebook held the most important story Sirius had ever written, his story, his and James'.

Maybe he should...

Yes. That's what he would do.

James sat Harry down with Hedwig in the playroom he and Sirius had fixed for the toddler. He watched them playing for a minute, making sure Harry was too busy with the kitten to...interrupt...what he had planned.

Smiling, James made his way to Sirius' library.

"Siri?"

Sirius was at his desk, writing something so fast James wondered if it would be legible. James waited, knowing not to disturb the man when he was absorbed in his writing. The last time he had broken Sirius' concentration James had gotten a spanking.

Maybe he should interrupt him after all.

Sirius collapsed beside his lover, his James. He had no idea what had James so horny today, but whatever it was he was going to thank it, several times…as soon as he caught his breath.

Pulling the sheets over them, Sirius wrapped his arms around an extremely cuddly James, one hand sliding through the man's mop of unruly hair. James sighed contentedly, drifting in and out of sleep.

"Siri?"

"Mmm?"

"What were you writing?"

Sirius pulled James closer, dropping a kiss on his forehead. "Nothing you haven't heard already, love."

As James fell into the deep slumber of the thoroughly satisfied, Sirius thought back to where he had left off in the notebook.

And, though I thought nothing would ever come close to holding my fake boyfriend
late at night, I found the peace and joy of holding my James as he slept.