Title: Yuletide Cheer

Author: veritaserumMaster

Rating: Definitely an M now.

Pairings: JPSS

Warnings: AU, Language, Smexy times (Hand Jobs).

Summary: Marauder Era. 7th year. Severus's life was a routine: wake up, eat, study, get bullied, study, eat, study, get bullied, study, eat, and sleep. Getting asked out by his Tormentor (with a capital letter T) though, was not on his itinerary.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue me.

A/N: This story is slash, so if you don't like that, then why are you reading this in the first place?

This was supposed to be a one-shot, but I just couldn't help myself. It's Potter/Snape this time. Enjoy!

I bumped up the rating because of definite boyxboy action. It's not really vital to the story but if you want to skip it, no problem. Enjoy!

*JP*SS*

It was tradition that the night before the graduation ceremony, every seventh year would come together to celebrate their coming of age or what is also known as the "We Survived Seven Years Party." The Gryffindors were determined to uphold this tradition. But not all were convinced that it will be a good thing because of House rivalries. But since the party planning was led by the Marauders, it was sure that alcohol will be somehow involved, and that was enough to erase the students' doubts.

And so, the night before their graduation, every seventh year student was dirty dancing, getting drunk and getting laid at the Gryffindor common room (of course the getting laid part was done somewhere else, no one wants to see somebody else's junk while they bump uglies with someone else).

Even Severus had a glass of Firewhiskey in his hand as he giggled with Lily on the couch as they watched their boyfriends (or rather, boyfriend since no one was still sure what Lily and Lucius's deal is) make fools of themselves on the dance floor. Remus stayed firm in his belief that he will not have any alcohol in his system for all of five minutes because now he was dancing (it was more of swinging their connected groins back and forth in time to the music really) with a pretty brunette Severus is sure Remus doesn't know the name of. Sirius and Peter were by the punch (courteously prepared for those who don't like alcoholic drinks) mixing Firewhiskey with it. Severus should really do something about that but he was too tipsy to care.

Lily and Severus were still giggling when James plopped beside Severus and tugged Severus to him.

"Hey there, babe," James said. Severus is not drunk enough for this. He rolled his eyes but didn't try to get away from James.

"What do you want?"

"Ouch. Now, don't be like that, babe."

Severus rolled his eyes again, "You're drunk and prone to doing and saying stupid things, I'd like to get this over with quickly."

"You-you really don't trust me," he mock pouted.

"I don't trust anything that comes out of a drunk man's mouth."

"What about those that come out of a drunk man's other parts, eh?" James wiggled his eyebrows at Severus and then laughed at his own dirty joke.

Severus stood up and said, "I need more alcohol for this."

Before he could go far, though, a hand caught his wrist and he looked down on James still sprawled on the couch. Lily made herself scarce the moment James pulled out the joke about things coming out from other things. She did not need to hear anything like that ever again.

"Come dance with me?" James asked.

Severus raised his eyebrows incredulously. Surely James wasn't asking him to dance with him to this kind of music, right? Or to dance at all, really. "Are you crazy?"

James pouted again. "We didn't get to dance at the ball and, well, I want to dance with you, even if it's just here."

James was pitiful really. Severus pointed to the gyrating bodies on the dance floor and said, "That's not dancing, Potter. It's a pitiful excuse for rubbing with each other to feed their sexual appetites."

James rolled his eyes. "We're not going to dance like that."

James stood up and pulled Severus with him to the dance floor. Severus could do nothing but follow James. In his defence, Severus was quite tipsy and that made him more willing to James's request.

Once they reached the dance floor (it was really just the middle of the Gryffindor common room), James wrapped a hand around Severus's waist while Severus reached up an arm to wrap around James's neck. Their free hand were clasped together and held in between their chests.

Severus giggled and James looked down on him, smiling. It was the most clichéd moment in the history of history that it actually sobered Severus right up and he laughed out loud. Not the boyish, drunken giggle from before but an honest to God, head thrown back laugh.

"Thank you for the dance," he said to James.

"You're welcome," James answered.

They swayed for a few more moments to the loud, blaring music, just soaking up each other's presence. James leaned his head down and whispered so tenderly in Severus's ear.

"I love you."

Severus's smiled and using his hand on James's neck he moved their head so that their lips met in a kiss as tender as James's admission. They kissed until the music ended and then James let go.

But he held on Severus's hand and led him up to his dorm room, every now and then stopping to share a kiss or two in the hallway. No one seemed to see them and they took advantage of having no one's attention to them to sneak off.

Once in the room, they tumbled towards James bed. James sat down on the edge of the bed taking Severus with him. Severus straddled James, spreading his legs and slowly sitting down on James's lap. Their crotches touched and they both hissed at the harsh feel of their trousers on their erections. James lied down and Severus chased him, lying on top of him.

James pushed Severus off until Severus was sprawled beside him. Quickly, James stood back up and took off his shoes and socks and did the same to Severus. He then lied down on top of Severus and continued kissing his lips.

His lips travelled downward and he stopped on the juncture of Severus's neck and shoulder and sucked. He wanted to leave a bruise, leave his mark on Severus's pale skin.

Severus moaned when James started nipping on his skin. It was probably the alcohol making him bold, Severus reached down between them to quickly undo James's belt. He had popped open James's pants and was pulling down his zipper when James decided to go lower and sucked on one of his nipples. He was so out of it, Severus didn't even notice when James unbuttoned his shirt. James gave his nipple a little bite and used his hand to twist the other nipple.

Severus reached inside James pants and grabbed him. He started stroking James the way he knew he like; he didn't exactly have any experience doing this with others.

Well, according to James's moan, he's doing just fine.

James leaned back up to kiss Severus again, this time his hand went down to cup Severus.

Their hands moved faster as their breathing became more laboured. It was sloppy and clumsy and they were drunk. They probably won't remember this in the morning but it's what they have now and it was perfect.

It didn't take long for both boys to reach their climax, they were, after all, teenagers. With another flick of the wrist, Severus came followed by James not long after.

They panted for breath, James still on top of Severus.

"Well," Severus said in between breaths.

"I second that."

James rolled off Severus and settled beside him, their heads touching. Their eyes met and they burst into giggles.

When they finally stopped giggling, James reached for his wand and cleaned them up. Severus gave him a quick peck on the lips and scooted upwards to settle under the blankets.

James took off his shirt and followed Severus under the blankets.

Severus was on his back and James took the opportunity to bury his face in Severus's neck and put his arm around Severus waist.

"We should do that again sometime," James mumbled against Severus neck.

Severus chuckled lightly and ran his hands soothingly along James's arm.

"Definitely."