Author: Mosh Title: Unusual Things Note: You may not archive, re-post, or alter any of my stories without my permission. Please contact me first. Thanks! |
It wasn't unusual to sometimes wake up only to be smacked in the face with a pillow, even now, at seventeen. Sirius had this weird pillow-fighting fetish, which had started at age eleven and just carried through. Though the other boys wouldn't admit it out loud, it was kind of fun indulging him, since he often ended up the one pleading for it to stop by the time they were done. It would have severely messed with his reputation - not to mention theirs - if anyone outside their dorm room knew. But truthfully, the others were loath to ruin it; there was just under a year left to do such things. And, secretly, they got as much of a thrill from it as he did. It was unusual, however, for James to wake up one foggy winter morning with Sirius lying next to him in his bed, nothing put a mop of black hair, a pale slope of a neck and the curve of a shoulder stretched taut at he hugged his pillow against his face. The first thing James thought was: oh shit, he's managed to suffocate himself during the night. How anyone could sleep face-down he had no idea. But Sirius just grunted sleepily into the pillow when James poked him in the neck, to check that he was still alive. "Padfoot?" "Mmph." "What the crap are you doing in my bed?" "Oh shit," Sirius rumbled, turning over. "Um. Shit, sorry Prongs. I, uh." He coughed. "Oh." And started to engage in a silent war with James's bed sheets as he tried to get out. "So much for ambushing you when you woke up." James wasn't buying it. He was buggered if he was going to ignore the fact that Sirius had slipped into his bed and fallen asleep next to him. Nightmares, maybe? No, that was bollocks - Sirius wasn't the type to get riled up over bad dreams, at least not enough to seek out this kind of comfort. Sleepwalking - that made more sense, but James decided to just play along with Sirius for the time being, too surprised to question it right now. "Yeah, nice try," he said, thwacking Sirius on the arm in good nature. "Now sod off, will you - there's still an hour before we have to get up." "Right," Sirius said, getting out of James's bed. He hastened the four strides back to his own bed and, uncharacteristically, pulled the drapes all the way around to conceal himself. James sank back against his pillows, then turned his head to the side and stared at the dent in the spare pillow lying next to him. The wind howled, beating ghostly white fog against all the windows, blocking the world out. He didn't go back to sleep that morning.
"Gentlemen," Sirius bowed, pulling off his scarf with a grin. "I apologise for my tardiness, as I know you've all been so looking forward to our weekly gambling stint, but I-" "Here we go," Remus muttered, and James snorted. "But," Sirius said again, "I was rather... indisposed-" "In need of some laxatives, maybe?" Peter said. The three of them laughed softly. "Oy," Sirius chided, popping open the buttons on his long black duffle coat. "Indisposed, pertaining to having Annie Grookshield's hot little mouth wrapped obscenely around my-" "Okay, okay!" Remus said with a wince. "Too much info. Sit down, you ape. James is losing dismally; he needs all the cheating he can get. You can help him with that." "I am not losing," James said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I'm merely allowing you to think you're winning." "Cunning." Sirius sat down next to James, rubbing his hands together to get them warm. "But a blatant lie. Lemme have a look there, Prongs." He didn't wait to be offered the cards, he simply tore them from James's hands. "Ah," he said, then scooted closer to James so they were sitting side-by-side and could look at their hand together. "Think it's time to start praying, mate." "Damnit Sirius, don't give anything away!" "Not much to give away," Sirius muttered, frowning at the cards. "Now if you're quite ready," Remus said, with all the air of a professional croupier. "Let's play."
"Glad to cushion the blow of realising that you are, in fact, nothing but a midget who cannot gamble to save his life." "Tosser." "Why, yes, Prongs. Yes I very much am." Sirius stretched out fully across his bed. Discarded playing cards tumbled around him as the mattress shifted and dipped under his weight. "But then, aren't we all?" "We certainly are," Remus muttered as he passed, heading towards his bed. Sirius laughed. "Well, after such invigorating mental exercise needed to keep James only a few Knuts in debt instead of the thousand he would have undoubtedly squandered had I not been around..." He briefly smirked in James's direction, then continued: "And after that phenomenal blowjob from earlier-" "Sirius, cut it out!" "-I'm going to sleep," Sirius finished. He got up from his bed and padded across the floorboards, heading towards the bathroom. James stared down at his own bed and started to undress, feeling crappy about the earlier loss at cards, and, strangely, at Sirius's tendency to broadcast his conquests like a living radio station with a broken dial that wouldn't turn off. He didn't even know of an Annie Grookshield... bah, what did it matter? He realised he should be out doing those things too, instead of sitting about pondering the active social life Sirius had outside their little group. That was something he'd have to remedy as soon as possible.
"Sirius? Are you there?" The wind picked up, sighing around James's shirt collar. He shivered. "I'm here," came Sirius's soft, disembodied voice from nearby. A hand materialised from nowhere, grabbing James's arm and pulling him forward through the fog. He stumbled. "Sirius wait," he said, trying not to fall. "Stop." Sirius stopped. "Where are we going?" James squinted, but could only see a dull grey silhouette in the shape of his friend. The deep mist rolled around them like a ghostly cyclone, too weak to stir much but James's hair. "Nowhere," Sirius said. "Just here." And then he pulled James against him. Before James could even register the serious expression on Sirius's face he was being kissed, and before he could register the fact that Sirius was kissing him, he was being snogged, hard and warm and overwhelming, a tongue grinding between his lips and into his mouth. Sirius held the back of his neck with one hand, his fingers threading up through James's damp, dewy hair, holding him close. His other hand brushed down the front of James's pyjamas, and it wasn't stopping; it kept going lower, lower down James's stomach, then out and around his hip and back in to stroke firmly along the erection he hadn't been aware of until now - ohh, now. Sirius's palm was wide and hot as his fingers curled tightly around James's hard length through the cloth, stroke-brush-stroke-ohh-God Sirius... "Oh, God!" James sat up, looking around. The room was silent and dark, with no sounds breaking the peace except the insistent lick of the wind, as it rattled the windows gently in their frames. He squinted down at his lap, to where his hand shook against the dampening chequered cloth at his groin. The smell of come was rich, his cock still straining through the last throws of his orgasm. "Fuck," he mouthed, lying back down before he fell. He thought he heard Sirius's bedsprings creak quietly, and waited for him to ask if he was okay. But Sirius didn't speak. James thanked God he hadn't woken. After a while James slid out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. He braced his hands against the edge of the sink and leaned over it, taking in a deep breath. Sirius. Why the hell had it been Sirius?
"Thanks, Moony," Sirius replied, yawning widely. "You really know how to make a guy feel good." Remus glanced at James and shrugged. James glanced at Sirius then remembered his dream, and looked away. Breakfast was unusually strained that morning, but come lunchtime things seemed more or less back to normal. James put everything he was feeling down to tiredness. Though he couldn't help but think that his tiredness was down to everything he was feeling. Luckily Peter managed to keep the three of them entertained during Transfiguration after he charmed an origami figurine to make obscene gestures towards the professor all lesson. With things grinding back into motion like it always had, James decided that dwelling on a crazy, one-off dream about another boy wasn't worth angsting over. It must happen to everyone at some point, surely. He resolved to chill out about it.
"Padfoot?" "I'm here," Sirius said quietly, against his ear. The fog shifted direction, rolling towards them like a silent, endless avalanche never to strike. James watched its waves until he became slightly dizzy from it, drunk on the crisp air in his lungs and Sirius's heat against his back. After a moment of companionable silence he felt Sirius's arms wrap around his waist, holding tightly, and the press of Sirius's chin on his shoulder. He looked down to where Sirius's hands were - or should be. He could feel them stroking slow circles across his stomach, but he couldn't see past his chest; the fog was too thick, beating in from all directions. He knew that if he had his broom he could just fly up out of it, up beyond the fog and clouds, but he was grounded, with nothing but the lulling warmth of Sirius's breath against his shoulder keeping him from lapsing into claustrophobia. "Where are we anyway?" he said, tilting his head to the side. Sirius snuffled playfully against this neck. "Ahh! Stop that - it tickles." Sirius's low, rumbling voice vibrated against James's skin, making his eyelids droop helplessly. "Wherever you want to be. Wherever you wanted to meet me. You did want me to come back, didn't you Prongs?" James didn't know what he wanted. He supposed so. He knew it was a dream and he'd probably regret it when he woke up, especially if this one had the same effect as the last, but damn it, Sirius's body felt so right against him. Comforting. Relaxing. And sort of sexy. "Oh God, Padfoot - I think I'm going insane. I keep dreaming... and you... what's wrong with me?" "Nothing more than what's wrong with me, I guess." "You're so annoying in my dreams," James said, letting his weight rest against Sirius. "More so than in real life." He felt Sirius's silent laugh shake against him. "You're as confusing as Gandalf. You know I hated the Lord of the Rings." "Prongs," Sirius muttered, sounding amused. "You're so fucking hot when you're sleepy, you know? And you say the most random things." James grew still in Sirius's arms. He chose to ignore the remark. "It's always foggy here." "Mm. Maybe you're trying to hide from me," Sirius offered. He didn't sound like he was particularly interested in contemplating James's dreamscape; he curled his fingers under the waistband of James's pyjamas, his fingers cool to the touch, tracking a line of nervous shivers from James's navel to his flushed, rigid cock. "Or perhaps not." "Ohh... Sirius - that - Ohh," James moaned, thrusting forward gently. "...so wrong." "Wrong?" Sirius, who had started stroking James's cock from tip to base, let out a sad sigh against his neck. "I'm sorry," he whispered, then released James and stepped back, his wrist catching on the elastic of James's trousers, twanging them back against his hips. "Prongs, I'm really sorry." His voice, laden with anxiety, seemed to float away, fading quickly. James turned, but he was immediately confronted with a wall of whiteness, his prick now cradled in his hands to keep the warmth that Sirius's hand had provided. "Padfoot? What the fuck-?" Nothing. Nothing but thick, infuriating mist. "Prongs? Pronnnngs? JAMES!" James flinched at the touch on his shoulder. He opened his eyes to see Remus staring down at him with a frown. "Come on, or we'll be late for breakfast." "Huh?" James said, but Remus had already walked back to his own bed, buttoning his school shirt. James shifted slightly. To his dismay he felt cooling damp material sticking against his abdomen, and something slick on his thighs. "Goddamn it, this is so wrong," he muttered to himself as he stumbled out of bed. He caught sight of Sirius as he stood; he was sitting on the edge of his own bed, putting a book into his bedside cabinet drawer. He closed it quietly and then turned, staring back at James with a strange expression. His eyes dropped to the floor after a moment. James felt unbearably awkward. He gave Sirius's bed a very wide berth as he passed, heading out for a quick, tense shower.
Piscea, James's small, Tawny owl, hooted solemnly and nipped his ear in sympathy. It was all she could think of to do. "Cheers," James said. "I'd better go. Got Potions in a minute." Piscea watched him leave, then fluttered down to the Owlery floor, hoping one of the others hadn't already eaten the mouse she'd killed right before James had interrupted her.
Waking weeks later with springtime sun pouring in through the windows, James realised that the stint of Sirius-dreams had most likely been a weird phase, and that he was now completely over it. He was glad about that. Pretty much. In a storm of classes and detentions and Quidditch, spring melted blissfully into summer, but along with it came the impending N.E.W.Ts. All four of them laughed a lot before exams, making the most of their spare time before the inevitable arrived - the end of school. Or, "The Ennnd," as Sirius liked to announce in his Doom-voice, waving his fingers at them. James felt heartened by the fact that the others were happy to feign a carefree mood. It helped keep him sane while the workload increased and the professors grew more strict. Even Moony had instigated one or two of their most risky jokes, which had been brilliant to watch. Often Sirius would wander around with him between classes. They took to killing time together so they didn't go mad in the library. Testing each other verbally was a more favourable method of study than sitting in the stifling air of that stuffy book-tomb. Time spent with Sirius had reverted back to how it had always been - comfortable, fun, familiar. And so they laughed and laughed and laughed, the four of them, until Remus became serious and Peter became nervous, and Sirius's relaxed walk became hindered by all the work he hadn't done. Three, two, one- And then the exams hit. And hit. And hit. One after the other, spanning two weeks of relentless cramming and nail biting. The Great Hall was made up of row after row of single desks, all lined up, as if for a firing squad. James hated it. Jokes weren't as funny during those weeks, and every second of wasted time made James feel like he was going to end up in Hell. This feeling wasn't helped by his mother, who sent him an owl practically every day with words of encouragement: Keep it up, dear - we know you can do it! Good luck, son - you'll do great! And then, as quickly as it had arrived, the whirlwind spat them out. Hands were bloodied with black ink and brows were creased - probably permanently - from all the trying not to be distracted by the compulsive tapping of someone's foot on the stones, or the scratch-screeching of someone else's dodgy quill in the quiet exam hall. Essay papers flew like shrapnel around their shoulders as they whizzed to the front of the Hall to be collected, and their ears rang with the boom-booming after-tremors of Arithmancy equations as they left. James, Sirius, Remus and Peter partied that night. The atmosphere seemed bated despite their cheerful banter and fooling around. Through the haze of dirty jokes and pilfered alcohol, they were all well aware that there were only a couple of days left before the end of the summer term. So they relished it, drinking their fill, making their jokes as dirty as they could, leaning drunkenly against each other like their lives depended on it, until they retired to their beds in the early hours, sad and feeling oddly alone.
"Okay." "What's up, Prongs?" "Nothing," James said, looking around. "It's just... we're back here again." "Huh." Sirius straightened up. "So we are. I gave in to temptation." He grinned, nudging closer to James on the cool, moss-covered rock they had found themselves sitting on. James stared at him, wisps of smoky fog drifting between them. It was freezing cold, so he wrapped his arms around his body as tightly as he could. "Why don't you explain all this to me, Padfoot. I know you know what's going on." "Why explain?" Sirius said, a little louder, a little firmer than usual. "This way it's not weird or wrong. It's easier like this because nothing gets complicated. Don't you see that?" "Fucking hell, Sirius." James had entertained the notion of Dream Walking after they'd been taught about it in History of Magic, but he hadn't really been paying much attention at the time. And although he felt stupid wondering about it now, he found himself voicing it. "So you've been coming into my dreams, then? Is that why you were in my bed that time?" Sirius looked away. "You remember that?" "What the FUCK Sirius?!" James was surprised by the volume of his own voice; the end of Sirius's name echoed dully around them - uss, uss, uss - but James shook his head, ignoring it. "That - what right do you have to do something like that?" "Now hang on a minute-" "No, Padfoot. You - it's like you have control here but I don't. That's not fair!" "I would never do anything you didn't want," Sirius said. "You know that. I stopped before, didn't I?" "I can't believe you." James shook his head. "How are you doing it?" Sirius looked down at his hands, head bowed. "It isn't anything special. I just used suggestion." "Suggestion? You're telling me to do stuff in my sleep?" "Sort of." "And the rest." "I used a spell that enhances suggestive undertones. You know those in-house hypnotists they use for mentally disturbed patients at St. Mungo's? Well, they sometimes use it so they can get through to the patients more easily. It sharpens the suggestive timbre of the voice." "Oh, God." "No!" Sirius said. "Don't even think that. I'm not doing anything against your will. You have full control of what you're feeling. The point of it is the communication - that's what's important, not forcing someone to do something they feel unsafe doing. Even the best hypnotist couldn't make someone - I don't know - walk off a cliff or something." "Sounds like text book stuff." "Well, yeah - that part is. I found a book on it in the Restricted Section ages ago. Never returned it." James realised that he'd seen that book. Sirius had been putting it away in his bedside table drawer one morning after James had woken from one of the dreams. Good God. Sirius sighed. "Look, your subconscious still understands danger - it's not like - it's nothing like the Imperius. I just wanted to get in here, so I could... I was going to tell you." "Why didn't you just tell me in the first bloody place?" "Oh yeah right," Sirius said. "I'm sure that would have gone down well." James thought about this. If Sirius had told him months ago that he wanted him, what would he have done? Panicked? Yes. Entertained the idea? Well, yes. Liked it? Wanted it? "Padfoot-" "It's okay," Sirius said, producing his wand. "I'm used to fucking up. Do your worst." He chucked his wand at James, then raised his arms out to the sides, tilting his head back. "Make it swift, Prongs. And tell my mother I always hated her." James laughed despite himself. "Shut up." He threw the wand to the ground with a sigh. When Sirius looked at him he was smiling, but he sobered quickly. "So there it is. And as much as I feel like a total twat with you finding out like this," he shrugged, "that's about it." James was unable to fully comprehend it. "You're going to have to give me something more than that. Do you realise what you're saying?" "Prongs, I fucking hate having to do this, you know." "So do it anyway." Sirius stared at him for a long time. "All right," he eventually said. "For years you've been my best friend, right? And I've been cool with that - I have. And you've sat there all this time listening to whatever bullshit I've told you, and you've encouraged me when everything at home was so fucked up. You understand me. You make me... you make me happy. And I hate that I won't share a room with you after school. I fucking HATE it." He averted his eyes. "I like being around you - the four of us - oh, fuck it. I like being around you, you pillock. I think you're-" He swallowed, trying to find the right words. "What I wake up to. And I'm buggered if I'm going to just leave at the end of the year and let you get married to Evans - and don't give me that look, you will marry her won't you? Don't answer that. I just... I want you, even if it is only in stupid dreams that don't count." James gaped. Then Sirius added: "Tell Moony and Wormtail I just said all that and I'll hex your balls off." James shifted closer to him. "You're a crazy bastard." Sirius smiled, so James tentatively leaned in and kissed him, wondering if it would be different now he knew what was going on. The kiss felt the same as before, only now James knew that Sirius was really, truly there. His body was as warm and as solid, only it wasn't suddenly going to disappear. Sirius curled his fingers around James's neck, brushing up through the back of his hair, and it was real. James felt Sirius's other hand slide down the front of his pyjamas, and this time his hips arched into the touch when Sirius stroked his cock through the material. It felt amazing. They leaned back against the soft mossy rock, Sirius falling against James, grinding his hips with a little moan. "Wake me up," James said, breaking away. "All right," Sirius said. "All right, I will." He slid one hand up under James's shirt, ducking to kiss him again, just like before, licking James's lips, then his tongue. James closed his eyes and welcomed Sirius's kiss. He felt like he was sinking, the air around them growing warmer; he held on to Sirius tightly. "Prongs." "Mm." James could feel the ridges of Sirius's shoulder blades under his palms, and the heavy press of Sirius's body on top of him, their erections rubbing together as Sirius shifted his weight a little. He opened his eyes to darkness, and the silhouette of Sirius leaning over him. "I'm awake." "Yeah." He could feel Sirius's breath on his face, and the rise and fall of his chest. "Hang on," Sirius said, turning to retrieve his wand. It had landed at the bottom of James's bed when he'd thrown it. "Lumos." Sirius swam into view, hair mussed and t-shirt and boxers creased as they always were, with a very impressive erection straining up against the material. "So," Sirius said. "So." "Kind of different, isn't it?" "Yeah. I was just thinking that." James laughed breathlessly. "You want to continue?" Although Sirius tried to hide it, his apprehension was very evident in his voice. "Just... yeah." "All right." Sirius pulled the elastic waistband of James's pyjama bottoms up and over his cock, then slid them down to mid-thigh. James let out a breath, watching Sirius as his best friend looked at him, silent and still for more heartbeats than James could concentrate on. He wanted to groan, to tell Sirius to do something - any damn thing - but finally Sirius reached for his erection... then stopped, taking a deep breath with his hand poised inches, mere inches from it. "'s not like you haven't felt it before," James said, though he hadn't meant it to sound so accusing. Sirius closed his eyes. "I'm sorry," he added. "I didn't mean-" "It's okay. Understandable, really." Sirius cast him an apologetic half-smile, shifting his hips to slide his boxers down. He turned to face James, pulling him close with a soft growl. "I am sorry." James bit back a moan at the sudden heat and hardness sliding against his cock. Fucking perfect. Sirius thrust gently against him again, and he gasped: "It's all right." They kissed slowly, both half-concentrating on keeping the rocking motion of their bodies rhythmic, and half on the slide of their tongues, which smoothed gently against each other and then stroked insistently for more depth. Sirius moved against him a little harder, his hot, sweaty skin sliding under James's hands. James felt like he was floating, his senses running into one another and the feel of Sirius's damp skin all over him adding to his confusion. He broke the kiss to breathe again, to breathe Sirius's breath in, and Sirius dropped his head to James's shoulder with a whispered, shaking: "God..." James could only offer a quiet little grunt in reply, his hand smoothing down between them to seek out slick hardness to wrap around. He stroked Sirius's erection, then his own, then back again, brushing fingers and knuckles and his palm over them both with a moan until Sirius jerked against him hard and broke away. "Prongs, wait a minute." James stopped. Sirius kissed his neck then raised his head. "Can I taste you?" "Ohh..." "Shall I take that as a yes?" Sirius smiled, running his hands down James's body to his cock, first stroking James's length slowly, then dropping lower to brush his fingers across his balls. "Ohh. Fuck, yes," James panted. "Okay." Sirius's smile grew into a grin; he rolled James fully onto his back and then leaned down, flicking his tongue out across the head of James's cock, before sucking it inside. James's breathing picked up a pace as Sirius licked, his mouth edging down his shaft, tasting him. It was like nothing James had ever felt before, nothing. Even flying, which he thought he loved above all else, paled against Sirius’s tongue and those amazing, throaty moans that trembled right through his groin, making him harder, making his hips buck upwards, making his balls ache and thighs twitch. He looked down the length of his body to see Sirius curled between his legs, stroking himself as he slowly drew his lips up James's shaft and out across the head of his cock like it was the best thing in the world. James turned and gasped into the pillow as he came in a few violent, short bursts, his whole body growing rigid with the explosion and heat of coming in Sirius's mouth. He felt Sirius's lips leave his cock suddenly, but didn't care - he couldn't do anything but roll through it as silently as he could, feeling a few wet droplets of his own come hitting his stomach. He lay breathing hard, wondering what the hell and how the hell and oh fucking hell yes. He looked at Sirius, wanting to say thanks but not sure how because he'd just come on Sirius's face, below his lips and on his chin. "Um- oh-" James choked, feeling his face turning red. "It's okay," Sirius whispered, wiping his hand across his face with a grin. "Didn't realise it'd be like that." His other hand was still slowly stroking his own cock, lazily twisting across the dark, swollen head. "Odd. But nice." "Yeah?" James's voice shook as he watched Sirius's hand. He quickly sat up and pulled Sirius in for another kiss, gingerly running his palms down Sirius's sweaty chest and stomach, a quiver running under his hands; Sirius knew what James was doing because he moaned softly. "Let me," James said against Sirius's mouth, pushing his hand away from his prick. "Sorry I didn't think of this before," he added, holding Sirius's cock and liking the hard, heavy feel of it against his palm. He pressed his thumb against the slit and listened, eyes falling shut, as Sirius cursed under his breath and a spurt of pre-come shot out across James's fingers. "Prongs - I - I'm gonna -" Sirius got up onto his knees, straddling James's lap and thrusting into his hand. "Fuck..." Sirius's hips jerked forward again, come suddenly streaking across James's stomach and chest. He watched Sirius's prick twitch and strain in his hand with fascination, feeling a hot trail of wetness running slowly down his body. It was the fucking best thing James had ever seen. Ever felt. "Wow." Sirius let out a little laugh, sliding his arms around James's shoulders. "Thanks." After a long, exhausted silence, they lay down together. Sirius squeezed up to James and started kissing his neck. "That was fan-fucking-tastic," he said when he came up for air. "Are you all right?" "Yeah." James's body was still super-sensitive, and he squirmed away from Sirius's lips as they tried to resume their work on his neck. There was a part of him that felt strangely sad about the whole thing. Everything had changed between them, only a little too late. They lapsed into silence again, both knowing the other was still awake, and both trying not to think about the inevitable end of term. Eventually, James sighed. "You know, it's not like we won't still see each other." "I know. But it won't be the same as this." "I'll probably have to live with you for a bit anyway," James said. "Until I get a place of my own. I mean, I don't want to be stuck living with my folks after school ends." "Oh," Sirius said. "That's cool. Yeah, come live with me for a while." He curled his arms around James's waist, puffing out a sleepy sigh. "Cool," he repeated softly. James grinned in the darkness as Sirius fell asleep beside him. It would all work out, he just knew it - Lily was interested in him - finally - and Sirius would always be around. Remus and Peter could visit. They'd still be best friends. He lay there listening to Sirius's steady, familiar breathing until he couldn't concentrate on it any longer, and sleep caught up with him.
"Hey, Padfoot?" He gingerly poked Sirius again. It was like trying to wake the dead. "Padfoot." "Hmm?" "It's morning. You'd better get up before the others see that your bed's empty." "Oh." Sirius rolled over, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. "Are you - uh?" "I'm good." He risked kissing Sirius's shoulder, and was rewarded with a sleepy grin. "Nice," Sirius muttered. He sat up, then froze. "You know there's only a day left now. One day. That's sod all, really, isn't it?" "Yeah," James agreed, trying not to sound too depressed about it. "Well," Sirius said, turning over and picking up a pillow. "Why don't we make this morning a good one?" James stared at him, then a slow smirk spread across his mouth. "Oh yes." He pulled his pyjamas back on while Sirius struggled into his boxers and t-shirt, then they both slipped out of James's bed. "You want Moony, or Wormtail?" Sirius said, as they made their way over to the other side of the room. "Hm... I'll take Pete. He's usually slow to fight back." "You're a wicked man, Prongs." Sirius quickly leaned over and kissed James, then pulled back with a grin. "All right then. Let's have at it." And so together they raised their pillows, counted to three silently, then sprang forward, momentarily happy because the future didn't exist to them in that moment, only the now. ~Fin~ |
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