Author: Mosh Title: A Nice Surprise Note: You may not archive, re-post, or alter any of my stories without my permission. Please contact me first. Thanks! |
Sirius hadn't been joking. Reclined on James's bed with his elbows propped against the pillows, he grinned lazily as James closed the dorm room door. James noticed that Sirius was wearing the pair of dog tags he had given him as a joke the Christmas before. Only now, with the long silver chain spilling over his bare shoulders, grazing the small nipple ring he wore on the left side, and the tags themselves lying flat against his pale chest, they didn't seem so funny on him. The Buzzcocks rumbled steadily from Sirius's record player. He had been listening to them a lot recently. "How'd it go? Got all those cauldrons spankingly clean, I hope. You don't want me filing a complaint about you and your shoddy clothmanship next time we're in Potions, do you Prongs?" James ignored him. He glanced around the dorm room, but all the beds apart from his was empty. Which was definitely a good thing, considering Sirius was very obviously naked under the sheets - James could see everything outlined. Everything. He flicked his eyes back to Sirius's smirking mouth. "Where's Moony and Wormtail?" "Remus is," Sirius made quote marks with his fingers, "'studying' with Lucille Brewster, apparently. You know, the one from Ravenclaw with the lips and the tits. Heh. From what I've heard about her I doubt he'll get much studying done. I don't know whether to feel proud or worried about him." He shrugged. "Pete was a bit vague about where he was off to tonight." "Hm." Absently, James emptied his trouser pockets, dumping the contents - a battered old Snitch and some spare change - onto the dresser. "That's odd, I saw him talking to some Slytherin in the court yard earlier." "Huh. Wonder what that was about. Well, whatever. He mumbled something about not waiting up, so it looks like we'll have a bit of time before they get back." Sirius leaned against James's pillows in a loose sprawl, spreading his legs a bit underneath the bedsheets. James let his bag fall to the floor, his books sliding out from where he hadn't bothered to zip it up in his haste to get out of the Potions classroom. Sirius watched him as he rounded the bed and knelt one knee on the mattress. He started to pull his tie loose, staring at the thin red sheet and all the secrets it failed to hide. Marvellous. They'd have to be quick, but damn, coming back to have some fun after a shitty detention was just what James needed. Grey eyes playful, Sirius reached up and tugged on the tie, pulling James down towards him. "Can't get this bastard thing off," James said faintly, before Sirius kissed him. Though the grip on his tie was loose, it held James there while Sirius took what he wanted. He brushed his knuckles over James's throat, sliding his tongue into James's mouth and making very obscene thrusting motions with it. He tasted and felt nicely familiar, taking his time to kiss deeply and thoroughly. After a bit of effort James had his tie and shirt off. He made a quick job of his belt, trousers and underwear, blissfully glad to be finally free of them. Sirius didn't bother to move over to make room for him, merely staring at James's flushed prick with anticipation instead, so James lifted the sheets and climbed on top of him. It was his bed, after all. Sirius's sighed and his cock gave a warm twitch against James's stomach as he settled down against him. James gave a little thrust in response. "We should be quick." Sirius raised a fine black eyebrow and gave him a look. James interpreted it as: I've been here thinking about sex for the best part of half an hour, so I doubt being quick will be a problem. Since Sirius had contacted him during his detention with the promise of warming his bed up for him, James could totally sympathise. He rolled them over, coming dangerously close to the other side of the bed. "Easy there, mate." Sirius let out a laugh, his hair spilling around James's face, his weight warm and skin smooth. James could feel the tiny circular pattern of Sirius's nipple ring pressing into his chest and the trapped neck chain coiling between their bodies. Everything was more sharply defined, from the graze of Sirius's fingernails on his shoulders, to the insistent dig of his erection. If only he could get more comfortable with the whole 'in the dorm' thing. After all, this was their sanctum, and not just his and Sirius's, but Remus and Peter's, too. Sirius, ever the one to practically read his mind, said, "Prongs, there's shagging in the dorm or no shagging at all. I can't be arsed to go anywhere else, and I'm not waiting a minute longer. Now I'm going to get off, whether you're with me or not, so you can just - ooph." James elbowed him. "Prick." "Exactly," Sirius beamed. "That's the spirit." He worked his hips, grinding his cock against James's with a satisfied sigh. The dog tags clinked softly together, the chain slipping coolly across James's chest as Sirius moved. "Mm... good." Most of the things they did felt good. Even that crap kiss they had shared when they were fourteen had been kind of fun, or the first time they had fumbled and jerked each other off in the showers, coming messily over frantic fingers. Or that really uncomfortable moment when Sirius had first pushed into James with a groan - even that had been good. It didn't really matter that they'd had no idea what they were doing, because in the end, after a few goes, it always seemed to work - the kissing, the stroking, the fucking - so they had carried on doing it. Wearing light, water-mark bruises in the shape of Sirius's fingerprints under his clothes throughout the day, only to have them pinched darker in the evenings, was brilliant, too, and not at all uncommon. Nor was the feel of hot steam on his skin, which didn't just remind him of showering after Quidditch, but also of Sirius's wet hair in his hands and the hard, cool press of tiles against his back. The artful flick of Sirius's wrist wasn't just reserved for casting a spell, but also for touching James's cock in all the right ways until he came. A lot of things reminded James of sex, and in turn of Sirius. Sirius's breath was hot and moist as it bathed his ear and neck. "Fuck." God yes, James silently agreed. The needle crackled on the record at the song's end and for a moment it was just the creak of bedsprings, Sirius rocking slowly against him. James stretched out and held onto the headboard, his sweaty palms slipping over the varnished wood. He met Sirius's thrusts as best he could, their breathing synchronised, fast and loud. The faint stubble on Sirius's chin scratched against his shoulder, and his lips moved around his quiet moans - James could feel them on his neck. He liked it like he liked flying, like he liked the thrill of the chase, only this chase was all about coming, and that was the best. Especially with Sirius fucking against him like that. It wouldn't have been the same with anyone else, no matter how much he wanted to get off. The sweat gathering between their bodies made it easier to move together, to slide and thrust and push, and then Sirius made that noise, the one he always makes when he comes, low and wavering, and slick heat spread between them in bursts. He shuddered, his face pressed into the curve of James's neck, then sighed heavily, relaxing. "Christ alive, that was great," he breathed, sitting up on his elbows to look down at James. His cheeks were a little flushed and he had red teeth marks on his lower lip. "How are you doing?" "Finding it a bit hard to breathe, mate," James said, trying not to squirm. "Ah." Sirius gave a nod and shifted, but instead of climbing off he wriggled in a southerly direction. James lay very still, wondering what he was up to. Then he felt the briefest flick of a tongue against his stomach, and heard Sirius give a little grunt. "Weird." "Blimey, did you just... lick your own?" James craned his neck but couldn't see anything but a large sheet-covered lump. "Like you've never tasted your own." "I-" he stopped and gave a mental shrug. "It's like you know it's your own, so even if it's not all that different..." "Yeah, exactly," Sirius agreed, sliding his hands up over James's hips and holding. His voice was muffled, and it would have been funny - with him between James's thighs under the sheet, mumbling in agreement - if he hadn't just breathed a long, hot breath against the damp head of James's cock. James gasped and pushed his hips up, sliding himself into Sirius's waiting mouth. Fingers wrapped around his shaft and pumped, and Sirius started to lick and suck him in a steadily growing pace, like he was really enjoying it. It was odd, how Sirius went into blowjobs with such enthusiasm. James had never really liked doing it himself. Though he was always rather happy with the responses it gained; Sirius groaning and swearing, fisting his hair and urging him on. He closed his eyes and hissed through his teeth as Sirius swallowed him down further. "Fucking hell. You're getting better at that. God." The record player arm clicked into its original place and James not only heard but felt Sirius hum around his length, a deep vibration that made him laugh. Before he could warn Sirius that he was about to come he was already coming, clenching his fists in the sheets and gasping desperately. "Oh, shit - sorry. I didn't... and you did that humming thing. Shit." Sirius released him and James inwardly cringed. Eventually Sirius resurfaced from under the covers and lay down next to him. "No worries." "You sure?" With a nod, Sirius stretched out languidly, his shoulders popping in protest. James stared up at the maroon bed canopy above, quiet and sated. It wasn't long until Sirius made a noise from beside him. It was strangely familiar. "Oy." James poked him in the ribs with his elbow. "I'm awake," mumbled Sirius. He sat up, slid out of James's bed and strolled naked as the day he was born across the room to his own area. "And I'm starving. Let's go and bribe the house elves to make us sandwiches." "That," said James, leaning over the edge of his bed to retrieve his clothes. "Sounds like a brilliant idea." ~Fin~ |
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