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Nothing Near Inebriated
Notes: From a challenge by nimori: Sirius/James: Bending the
rules, but not breaking them.
"You can't have asked me in here to hold your head while you puke.
You've barely quaffed anything stronger than butterbeer all night."
"Stronger than that, you git, but not at the puking stage yet, no."
James peered through the crack in the lavatory door at the corridor
outside. "Maybe I just needed to get away from the repetition of
hearing our mates call this my 'stag night' and having to see you give
me the most fucking annoying winks when you think they're not looking.
You're about as subtle as a bludger to the goolies."
"Ah, Moony and Peter were doing the same thing."
"They were not. It was you, you, and you." James
turned from the door. "It's always you, you, and you, Pads."
It was on Sirius's lips to crack wise in his defense, but as Sirius saw
James's expression, all speech fled. The look was naked. And even his
inner six-year-old's urge to giggle at the word was squelched because
that was the only word for the look, lacking humor or armor or anything
other than bared emotion, wanting and open and so very much at Sirius's
"Always you," James repeated, because it was true, Sirius wasn't good
at subtle, but he'd had to have been a good deal more drunk to have
missed that look.
He swallowed. "I...we talked about this. I won't--"
"We didn't talk." James took a step closer. "You talked. You said
it's all right, Prongsy, you've got your girl now and I
understand; I'm still going to be your best mate even if we don't have
that anymore, and I listened, Pads, I listened because I
couldn't make myself kill what was obviously such a brave speech for
you. I listened. I didn't talk. You...made sure I couldn't."
"Now, hang on--"
"No, you hang on. I don't even want to talk anymore; I've had more to
drink than you think and I'll just start slurring things. I lost my
chance to talk, so I'll just go right for the action, shall I?"
And Sirius found himself pinned against the lavatory wall. James's
hands were on his chest, and there was a half-hard cock pushing against
his own through two sets of trouser cloth, and James's mouth, not on
Sirius's mouth but on his neck, biting, sucking--as if to say, yes, I'm
done with the talk, you talk if it means so much to you.
Though all Sirius could manage was a "Gnuh."
The hands left his chest and went to work on his trouser buttons; James
never had failed to be a man of action. Whether it was the alcohol or
the surging understanding that the sweetness Sirius had believed he was
never going to have again was happening to him right here and now--or
possibly just the prospect of hushed and hurried sex in a public
lav--Sirius was completely hard by the time the buttons were undone. So
hard that there was already wetness smearing over James's fingers at
the first touch of his hand.
"Fuck," said Sirius, achieving an actual--if unprintable--word this
time. "James..." Neither was a word that would get him to stop,
though. Sirius was having the hardest time understanding why he
would even want James to stop, but then the word and the reason lined
themselves up like some peg-in-board puzzle, and he said both: "Lily..."
"No," said James, pulling his mouth from Sirius's neck, "not tonight.
Tomorrow you can say 'Lily,' and I'll say Lily back to you, and we can
talk about it. Tonight--" and he kissed Sirius on the mouth after all--
"I'm not married to Lily yet."
Of course Sirius knew that that wasn't the answer, not at all, and of
course there would be oceans to talk about once they did talk--but
tonight James wanted it to be the answer so much, so much, that Sirius
couldn't do anything but let it be. Because this was James, this was
Jamie, this was Prongs, and Sirius had thought it had cost him his soul
to make that I understand speech so many months ago.
James slithered to his knees, and all Sirius could do was brace himself
against the wall as James took his cock into his mouth, pulling him in
with one long hollowing of his cheeks and a suction that almost did for
him right then. One hand reached inside the tangle of fabric to cup and
hold Sirius's balls, and the other was down James's own trousers now,
moving as rapidly as James's tongue was, up and down the underside of
Sirius's prick like a finger beckoning him towards damnation, and
wasn't that about the shape of things. Sirius wanted to throw back his
head and howl, but instead kept his eyes on James's face as he came,
until his eyes watered with the need to shut them tight and just
feel--but he couldn't miss a moment of Jamie closing his own eyes as
Sirius's come spilled over his tongue and the back of his throat and
him swallowing it down like it was the best thing he'd had to drink all
He had enough strength to stay on his feet after, but not enough, it
seemed, to do up his own trousers as James had his own shuddering
orgasm kneeling on the floor in front of him. He should have been the
one to do it for him, he thought wanderingly. Even if they were in a
public lavatory and anyone could have walked in at any moment--
Sirius got his trouser buttons done up. If they did walk in, the scene
now looked not too far off from a bout of drunken nausea after all.
"James," he said.
James had taken his sticky hand out of his trousers. It glistened on
his lap, and Sirius felt a rising urge to lick it.
"Tomorrow," James said.
Sirius knew the word was a promise.
Whether to him or to Lily, he couldn't be arsed to ask.
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