Just a little AU I've been dreaming up, leave a review and let me know what you think!
"I think I'm bi."
Remus looks up from where he's tuning Peter's guitar.
"Yeah?"
James thinks over his statement for a moment. "Yeah."
Remus assesses James, his amber eyes combing James' face before he nods. Like he's been expecting this. He turns his attention back to the guitar.
His calloused fingers fiddling with the strings.
"Does Lily know?"
James swallows. "Yeah."
Remus hums, eyes focused on the tuner as he plucks at a string.
"It's sharp," James notes and Remus frowns.
"Yeah." He tweaks the tuner and tries again. Hits the mark. "So, what are you going to do about it?"
James chews at his lip, wondering why he has to do anything about it. "What do you mean?"
Remus shrugged. "Like, you're with Lily now but are you gonna," he pauses, plucks another string, "explore?"
"Flat." James looks around the tour bus, trying to find something to focus on. Something else. "Lily thinks we should try an open relationship."
"Ah," Remus nods again, like he's expected this too. "So you're gonna fuck around."
A statement. Not a question.
James recoils. "No!"
"You're not going to fuck a dude?"
James opens his mouth, struggling to formulate a sentence. Remus catches his gaze, raising an eyebrow.
"You've only ever fucked women right?"
"Right."
"So. When you say you're bisexual, when you say you're going to explore…you're going to fuck a guy."
"Well…I…" James pushes his glasses up his nose. He's sweating. Why the fuck is he sweating.
He has only fucked women. And not even that many for a rockstar.
"Who are you going to fuck?"
A toilet flushes and the bathroom door slams open. Peter steps out, wiping his hands on his jeans.
"You should fuck Sirius." He says, apparently having heard every word of James' conversation.
James feels his heart stop.
"What? No—"
"It makes perfect sense." Peter continues, talking over James. "One, he's someone you trust. Two, he knows what he's doing. Three, he's willing to try anything. Four," Peter pauses, shrugging as if it's obvious, "he's hot as hell."
Remus nods along as Peter ticks each reason off on his fingers. He looks to James, "Pete is making some surprisingly good points."
James opens his mouth to argue.
Peter continues to override him. "And honestly, Sirius has fucked everyone, it's almost weird you two haven't fucked yet. Like, even I have fucked Sirius."
Remus finished tuning the guitar, holding it out for Peter to test out.
"Same. Another solid point for Peter." He says, turning to James, finally giving him all his attention. "So?"
"So what?"
"Are you going to fuck Sirius?"
James' heart skips a beat.
He opens his mouth—
And the door to the tour bus clatters opens and Sirius climbs in, a smoothie in his hand.
He plops himself down next to James, their shoulders knocking together, and offers James the straw.
James shakes his head. Cheeks burning.
"What are we gossiping about?" Sirius asks, taking a noisy slurp of his smoothie.
"So how did it go?" Lily purrs.
"How did….what go…" James groans. His head resting against the wall behind him. Eyes closed tight. His glasses lost in the chaos of the hotel room.
Lily's tongue darts out. Licking her way up his erect dick.
"Your…coming out."
And James stiffens.
Eyes popping open as she takes him in her mouth. Moving slowly, seductively, up and down.
He stares down at her, a little blurry around the edges.
Watching as her lips, wet with salvia, lock around his dick. Her brilliant red hair tied back in a loose bun. Her slim neck moving as her head bobbed up and down. She levels up the suction and James thoughts go black.
Black.
Like—
Sirius Black
"Fuck."
His entire body jerks and Lily pulls back. "What?"
James blinks at her, a vision, kneeling between his legs.
All bombshell red hair, sex-tousled and messy. Full, swollen, pink lips. Soft, smooth, creamy skin. Perfect breasts in a sheer lace bra, round and heavy and just the right size that he can cup each one in the palm of his hand.
He looks at her and wonders how he could ever be attracted to anyone else.
But then—
Sirius Black appears in his head.
James feels his dick deflating and wonders. Maybe it's a sign.
But the rush of squirming hot heat that pools in his lower stomach at the thought of Sirius. His tight jeans. His inky black tattoos. His shaggy hair—
"Fuck." He mutters again as Lily rises from her knees, straddling him on the couch.
"Baby, what is it?" She mutters, still lost in the moment, "Tell me what's wrong."
She leans over, nibbling his ear, her breath hot and possessive against his neck and James wants so badly, to grip her around the waist and just fuck her senseless but—
The moment has passed.
And he refuses to fuck his girlfriend while lusting after someone else.
Especially, a man.
He snakes his arm around her minuscule waist and gently lifts her off him. Depositing her on the couch next to him.
"Lily."
Her green eyes lock onto his and she stops her role-playing. "What?"
"I told them."
Her eyes narrow. They've been together long enough that she knows when he's not telling her the truth.
"Well, I told Remus." James clarifies. "And Remus told Peter."
"And…?" She prompts him.
"They…uhh…took it well?" His voice lilts upwards. Like it's a question. But it's not.
He swallows thickly.
They did take it well. They're his best friends. And they love him.
And they took it…so well. He shouldn't have even doubted them. They didn't bat a fucking eye.
"And?"
James shrugs.
"They…think I should explore."
Lily straightens her skirt, which James had pushed up around her tights, and tucks her legs under her.
"We already agreed to open up our relationship."
"I know." James chews on his lip. "They think…uhh…"
Lily raises an eyebrow. She knows too, when he's holding something back. "Out with it."
James looks at her.
He'd always been starstruck by her eyes. The first time he'd seen her, it had been love at first sight. Truly. The first time she'd met his gaze with those eyes...
He was done for.
They're green.
But not just any green.
They're a soft, gentle, frosted glass green.
Almost transparent.
See through.
Like a window, into his soul.
And he knew. The first time he looked at her. And she looked back at him.
He just knew.
"They think I should fuck Sirius."
And he gets a flash.
Of gray eyes.
Hard, and cold, and opaque.
Like a solid steel wall.
James looks away from Lily.
As she laughs. And laughs. And laughs. "Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't fucked Sirius already." She snorts through gusts of giggles.
"That's what Peter said." James mutters.
"Or that Sirius hasn't fucked you. More like it." She lets out a howl of laughter.
And James sighs.
Pulling away from her. "Yeah. He'll fuck anyone, that's been established."
He tucks himself back into his pants, zipping up his fly. Frowning as Lily wipes tears from her eyes.
Sirius will fuck anything. Anyone. James has walked in on Sirius, pants down, dick out, going to town on multiple people. So many people. Actually—
Like, a lot of people.
Sirius has a…public indecency kink.
And Sirius has fucked everyone.
Sirius never had any qualms about men, or women, or whatever someone had going on under the hood. He was, as Remus and Peter had repeatedly pointed out, down to try anything.
So why…why had Sirius never made a move on him?
He's just about to ask Lily about this when she changes the topic. "You're going on tour next week."
And just like that, the mood shifts. James can feel it. The subtle sadness that sinks into them both as he loops his arm around his girlfriend, pulling her close to him. Lily rests her head on his shoulder.
"I'll be back before you know it." He tells her. Trying to sound more confident than he feels.
But the truth of the matter is that he'll be on tour for four months. At the least.
The longest they've ever been apart for.
He and Sirius started the Marauders back when they were in high school in James' garage. Then unnamed, they'd mostly just fucked around on the guitar together writing songs and trying to get laid. They hadn't even played a show until Sirius started dating Remus in their third year of university, turns out having a drummer is kind of crucial to a rock band. But they hadn't really jelled as a group until they'd met Peter.
Peter, a stand-up bass player James met through a local ruby league he'd joined senior year, made the transition to bass guitar, spitting out some of the best riffs James had ever heard. Things just clicked once Peter joined up. They just clicked. And just like that, The Marauders were born. They started getting regular gigs, started putting up some shitty recordings on Spotify, started getting some fans in the local bars.
A year after they'd all graduated a record executive heard them play in a club Sirius liked to fuck around in in Soho. They got signed to a label the next day.
The fact that Sirius fucked the man, the night after the show, James likes to think had nothing to do with it.
After that, they went at it hard. James dropped out of law school to pursue music full time, Peter quit his job as a sous chef at a local restaurant, Remus put a pause on his Ph.D. program, and Sirius...
Well, Sirius was just fucking his way through Manhattan, but even he put a pause on that for The Marauders.
They got more gigs, recorded shit in a proper studio, worked their asses off and recorded their first album. It did decently on the charts, made them a good chunk of change, got them even more gigs, got their name on the charts but they were still small time. Small fish in the massive music industry pool.
And then one day six months ago, everything changed.
They went viral overnight, one of their songs having been picked up by Billie Elish on her TikTok and suddenly they were famous. They got booked for Coachella, for Glastonbury, they were booking gigs across New York City, fans lining up outside of clubs for blocks to see them.
But this was their first cross-country tour.
First time touring.
There were stadiums sold out across the United States, a tour bus with their fucking names on it, t-shirts and ticket sales and roadies and everything James had ever dreamt of and more.
James presses his nose to Lily's hair. Breathing in the soft lavender scent of her shampoo. Sirius' hair always smells like sandalwood, his shampoo, and cigarette smoke.
"We're going to be okay right?" He asks her quietly. Aware that it's kind of a pussy ass move to ask her this. But Lily Evans has always reduced him to nothing more than a stupid fangirl. Still tucked into his side, he feels Lily nod. She shifts, a soft hand reaching up to cup his face, and she kisses him.
And even after all this time, he still gets fucking butterflies when she kisses him.
"I love you." She tells him. Staring into his soul with those glass green eyes.
And James sits back. The twisted knot in his stomach subsiding as he hears those three little words from her lips.
"I love you." He tells her. And he means it.
Lily kisses him again, her tongue slipping in, dancing around his mouth, before she pulls away and rests her head on his shoulder again.
"It's okay if you fuck Sirius." She says softly, "I think you should."
And the knot in James' stomach that had only just started to relax—
Tightens again.
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