Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm not J.K. Rowling and only do this for pure entertainment, got something else going that might be for profit one day.
A/N: I hope those of you that have read the first chapter are enjoying it. Here's the thing, if I get three reviews I post a lot quicker. If it seems like nobody is reading it, then I don't post, or if I get stuck then I don't post. At the moment both of my "no post" factors were happening. Here's where things go from sweet to steamy.
Chapter 2: Lost Without You
"I'm not going to kiss you," I said a few days after my nightmare. Sirius, James, and I were sitting on my bed. I had been studying, and the proof of that lay in front of us. They had jumped on my bed with their latest scheme. Sirius wanted to know what it was like to kiss a bloke, so he and James decided the three of us should experiment.
"Why not?" Sirius asked as though my refusal to his request was the strangest thing in the world. That was one of those things about Sirius, he could come up with the craziest idea, and when you tried to make him see reason, you became the strange one.
"Because you're a bloke." I answered like I was talking to a two-year-old.
"That's exactly why you should kiss me." Sirius said, using the same tone of voice I had used with him. "What?" He asked as he started to crawl over my potions textbook so that his face was inches from mine. "You afraid you might like it?" My pause was all the answer he needed, and he sat back on his haunches.
It wasn't that I was afraid I would like kissing either of them. Okay maybe I had been fighting a crush on James since I was twelve, that was another story all together. It was more I was afraid of how weird that would make me, not that I have anything against the homosexuals, I just can't be one. I'm a werewolf for God's sake, I can't become a gay werewolf.
"Oh my God," Sirius groaned. We knew each other too well. "You're thinking about your furry little problem. Kissing a bloke doesn't make you gay. Plus, you aren't a freak." He added the last part because he knew I would use that fact to argue.
"You guys just don't get it." I sighed. "Homosexuals get a lot of shit for not being "normal", and I'm already not normal enough. I just can't do that, I can't have all of that..." I trailed off not really knowing where I was going with that sentence anyways. The word judgment came to my mind, but I had a feeling that would be unwise in my present company.
"What?" James snapped. We really knew each other too well. "Judgment? Look, how many times do we have to tell you? The only opinions you should give a rats ass about are Sirius' and I's," I tossed him a look that asked about Peter. "Peter has no opinions, they are all originally mine, so he just makes my opinions double." Sirius and I nodded, this was true. "Remember when you think the world is against you, the two of us have always got your back. You just call and we'll come running." He finished by clapping his hand on my shoulder.
I knew this was true, but still things just could never be that simple for me. I had to be as normal as I could be, and that meant not giving into any temptations to change that. Not that I could ever really be that normal anyways, I could act like it, but there would be things a normal person got I never could have. I could never have a girlfriend that lasted more then a few months, because they would figure out what I was and run for the hills. Since I could never have a long-term girlfriend, I would never be allowed to have a family. That is what made me not believe James' statement of him always having my back. James and Sirius, even if he denies it, will one day find that girl, get married, and have families. Their families and careers, something else I will never have, would keep them busy, and eventually Moony would be all but forgotten.
I had just been lying in my bed, not having to do rounds, and not really wanting to study, and not really wanting to go to sleep. I had gone to bed earlier then the rest of the boys, and just laid in bed thinking. Not really thinking about one particular thing, or at least I was trying to believe that. Still a pair of hazel eyes hidden behind glasses always tried to break through anything I could have been thinking about. The curtains around my bed slid back, and the owner of the pair of eyes I couldn't get out of my head crawled into the bed beside me.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I turned to look at him. He was laying on his side, his head pillowed in one of his hands. I was laying on my back, and only had to turn my head.
"You know it's true right?" He asked. I raised a brow asking him to explain. It was dark, but he could still make out the gesture. "That we'll always be there, that all you have to do is call and we'll come running?"
"Yeah," I answered. Sure I knew that he thought it was always going to be true, but I also knew the real truth. I wouldn't always be his Moony, even though that thought alone broke my heart. I would just take the next year and a half for what it was worth, the end of the best years of my life. Then I would watch as Sirius and James got real lives and I was once again left in the cold. Sure for a while they would keep me around, but eventually I would become the old dog that couldn't play fetch anymore and they would want to take care of their puppies, their families.
"Moony, do you know why I chase Evans like I do?" James asked, his voice had grown quiet.
"Because you love her, she's your soul mate, you're going to spend the rest of your life with her." I answered using just a few of the quotes I had heard him spew for the past three years.
"No," he stopped me from going any further. I had been listening to him for so many years, I could probably do this all night. "Because she's the girl version of the person I really want to be with." He said looking away from me for the first time since he had joined me.
"What?" My head snapped to look at him. When I was quoting all the reasons I had heard him say why he chased Lily so much I had turned back to look at the overhang of my bed. I had heard people say that the reason Lily and I made such a good prefect team was because we were like the same person, just one was a guy and one was a girl. Of course this wasn't really true, but to people that didn't know us well, it looked like it.
"I love you Moony," James said as he started to sit up and get out of my bed.
"Where are you going?" I asked as I sat up as well.
"Um, I just told you I love you, and the fact that I'm lying in your bed with you when I said it probably doesn't make the situation very comfortable." He explained, but stopped himself from pulling the curtains back and getting out of the bed.
"Will you hold on a minute, let me process." I requested, and he nodded sitting very still as I went over what he had just said to me. "You." I pointed at him, and he nodded. "Me," I pointed at myself, and he nodded. "Love?" I questioned, and he nodded. "You love me?" more with the nodding. "Why?" I didn't know I was going to ask it, so when he looked at me like he was questioning my sanity I had to laugh.
"I don't find the funny," he dead-panned. I stopped laughing long enough to look back at him.
"You love me, the werewolf, the geeky werewolf. You, Mr. Popular, quidditch star, and future leader of the wizarding world, love me, the geeky werewolf." I explained what I thought was so funny. He shook his head, and I knew it was because I was bringing the furry little problem into the situation.
"What the fuck has that got to do with anything?" He asked. "So what, yes you're a werewolf, and I think that's sexy." Ah, now I was getting back my James, my cocky grinning James. I blushed at the idea that the most beautiful person I know thinking I was sexy.
"Why not Sirius?" I asked what I thought was a perfectly legitimate question.
"He's my brother, wouldn't be half as good as I am without him, but I'd be lost without you." He said with all sincerity.
"No you wouldn't," I copied his tone. "You're brilliant James, you don't need me." He looked like he was going to say something, but instead he chose to pull me to him, pressing his lips against mine, hoping that he was conveying how much he really did need me. It was gentle, for a moment, before he flicked his tongue against my bottom lips begging for entrance, when I moaned to let him in, he threw gentle out the window. His tongue acted as though it needed to explore every inch of my mouth. As though he had to remember what it felt like, had to memorize the taste, in case it never happened again.
It only took a moment before I wrapped my hands around his hips and pulled us so that we were back to a more comfortable position. Me laying on my back, and he laying on top of me. My tongue started battling with his, it was my turn to taste every inch of his mouth. My turn to find out all the spots that made him moan like he was making me do. I surprised myself when I decided that kissing was not enough, and my hands started looking for the hem of his shirt. I was ready for bed, and only slept in pajama bottoms, he was still in his uniform. He had untucked his shirt as soon as the final bell rang, so it was easy for me to slip my hands underneath and touch the hard muscles his years of quidditch had given him.
As one of my hands traced the lines between each muscle, the other went in between our bodies and started undoing the buttons on his dress shirt. One of his arms had gotten placed under my head so that I could use it as a pillow while he used it to control how much of his weight he was resting on me. His other hand was brushing up and down my side. He laughed as he pushed up so I could have better access to his shirt. Once the last button was open, he backed away and shrugged the shirt off, before crashing back down to me.
"What the fuck are you two doing?" We heard Sirius cry somewhere in the rest of the room. James' wand was still in his pocket, and I pulled it out to do a "silencio" charm on the curtains. James' laughed again as he grabbed his wand from my hand, put it on the bed, and directed my hand back to his side.
"You're gonna need to tell me to stop," James said before his hands grasped at the waistband of my pajamas and he started to pull them down. He trailed kisses down my jaw, my neck, my chest, until he reached my waist, placing a last kiss there, he finished pulling my pajama bottoms off of my ankles. "I'm not gonna be able to stop if you don't tell me to." He said again before his lips started trailing down my thighs.
"Why would I want you to stop?" I somehow managed to ask even though all I wanted to do was get him to stop messing around with my legs and help me with the ache currently staring him in the face.
"Is it true you can only have one partner?" He asked before licking the inside of my leg. I whimpered and tried to think about his question. "Not that I would mind, I'd love to be your mate, but do you want me to be mate?"I paused, and he stopped, my hands were covering my eyes so I couldn't see what he was doing. The only thought that I had to worry about was his question. Did I want Prongs as my mate? Slowly I started nodding.
"Prongs, I want you to be my mate," I finally answered. I actually didn't know much about how we got our mates, but I don't think it was as simple as James was fearing it was. I didn't have a lot of time to think about it though, since the moment I answered in the positive I felt his tongue run up the side of my ache. He flicked his tongue against the tip, and licked up the other side. He kept doing this to me for a while, could have been a minute, an hour, or days. Time was seeming to stand still. Then he wrapped his lips around me, and took me in inch by inch. Once I was as far as I could go, he wrapped his hand around the rest. When he pulled his mouth away his hand went down, when his mouth went down his hand went up. When he pulled his mouth almost all the way from around me he'd flick his tongue against my tip and swirl it against the underside as he came back down. I knew this was the first time he had done this, so I had to wonder how many people he was stealing ideas from that had done it to him.
"Prongs," I gasped when I felt a familiar tightening. I may not have ever been with anybody else, but as a sixteen-year-old boy, believe me, I had spent a lot of time with my hand. "I'm gonna," I tried to push his head away, but he just used his free hand to pull mine away from his head. "Fuck, Prongs," I shouted as he took me deeper then he had before and I came for him. He swallowed everything that I poured. As I tried to regain my breathe, he crawled back up my body, dropping kisses when ever he felt like it, and then he was looking at my face, and drawing me into another kiss. When my tongue sought entrance to his mouth I had to moan, we tasted good together.
"Is this why you wouldn't kiss me?" We heard a voice ask after my curtains were pulled back. I was thinking I was going to have to get some sort of lock to keep them in place. Though the time before this they had opened to something very good. Sirius wasn't bad, but at this moment he was not something I wanted around.
"Keep your paws off of my boyfriend." James growled as he pulled me closer to him. Sirius had seen us both naked, sure maybe not quiet like this, but still we were in no shape to be embarrassed.
"Are you done here?" I asked as James pressed into my leg.
"Why?" Sirius asked, with a cheeky grin.
"We're not done." James answered as he reached to pull the curtains shut again.
"You know, I feel very offended and left out." Sirius pouted.
"I'm sorry," James apologized, though he didn't sound all that sorry.
"Must suck," I said as I reached for the curtain too.
"Fine, fine, I know when I'm not wanted." Sirius said, though he didn't leave.
"Really," I asked. "He knows when he's not wanted, then why is he still standing there?" I asked as I turned back to James. James shook his head, and as we locked our gazes together Sirius was all but forgotten. I remember hearing the curtain close after a huff, but I was too busy flipping us over to care. "I don't know how to do that," I told James as I started moving his pants down his leg. "So will you be okay if I don't?"
"Love, as long as you touch me, and preferably soon, I'll be fine." James assured me, and I smiled as I pulled his boxers down with his pants. Once he was as bare to me as I was to him I just let instinct take over. Wrapping my hand around him, I stroked and listened to the sounds that told me if I was doing it right. I leaned down and kissed the tip, and wrapped my lips around the head as I continued to stroke him. I knew teeth would be bad, so I wrapped my lips so that my teeth didn't graze against him and continued to do what he had done to me. My tongue moving along the underside as I took him as far as I could without gagging, and backed away, flicking my tongue against the tip. I think it was sooner then I had come for him, but I'm not sure, time kind of had a way of not existing when I was with him. That had been true before that night. He started to warn me, and just like he had done for me, I took everything he gave. Again I copied his movements as he caught his breathe, dropping kisses up his body until I was able to kiss him proper. We really tasted good together. He pulled me to him just like he had done a few nights ago, and we fell asleep together.
A/N: So, what are you thinking. I have a couple more chapters to post, as I said earlier the first part of this story is done, so the more reviews the quicker I throw the chapters up.