Ficlet: Good Example (James, Sirius), Adult
Title: Good Example
Author: florahart
Characters: James, Sirius
Summary: James has something to tell Sirius.
Rating: Adult, though there is no explicit smut
Warnings: James/Sirius, James/Lily, James/Lily/Sirius, so you do the math.
Notes: This is almost certainly snegurochka_lee 's fault, which is why I made her do a quickie beta, but since Jo is writing Marauders-era, there had to be Marauders, right?
James sat down on the step and handed over a bottled beer, then tapped his wand to the cap on his and watched it flip up and arc into the gutter.
Sirius did then same, then snorted when James absently stuck out a hand to Summon back both, which he shoved in his pocket before doing a warming charm so they could sit comfortably. "I don't know how it could have happened."
James blinked. "I. What?"
"I've made a dreadful job of it, haven't I?"
"Of what?"
"Of providing an example." Sirius grinned, but James's expression remained blank. "Of how to be a juvenile delinquent, mate. Bottle tops, temperature charms… pitiful. We'll have to go for a turn on the bike later, remind you what it means, being a rebel."
"Oh." James shrugged. "Sorry. I'm a little distracted."
"Really?"
"Wanker. Yes, really." James leaned forward over his knees, reaching down to pick at the flaking rubber from the soles of his trainers. "Keep a secret?"
"Stupid question."
"Yeah, I know. Still."
"I think I'm offended." Sirius drained his beer and shook his fringe out of his eyes. "All right, then. Yes, I can, and will, keep a secret, on my bloody honor as a reformed Black."
James went back to picking at his shoe, his half-full beer dangling from his other hand. Sirius reached over and snagged it, finishing the lot while James scowled at him. "You can't even be trusted with my beer."
"'S different," Sirius said, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. "Beer was in plain sight. And going to waste." He shook his head. "Come on, Prongs. What's the big problem?"
James shrugged. "Lil's pregnant."
"Whoa. Really?" Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Yours?"
James's jaw dropped. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Lily--"
"Oi, don't get your knickers in a twist. I'm only checking."
"That seems like the thing to check?"
"Well! Not like you and she have been entirely, what's the word, exclusive."
"Why am I not surprised you can't find the word?"
Sirius pointed at James. "Pot, kettle." His finger swung toward himself. "I saw you leaving Wormtail's party with the Winton bird, what, in August? I suppose the two of you had crumpets and saved the whales?"
James reddened. "Well. No, but then, Caroline isn't pregnant."
"Far as you know."
"Fuck you. Anyway, I don't think that's relevant. I mean, Lil's not--"
"Did you ask?"
"Whether it's mine? No! I'm not worried."
"Could be mine, poor thing." Sirius ducked the swing of James's fist. "Ow. Stop it! Prongs, you were bloody well there. Honestly. I understand the rules, you fuck. I've never fucked her that you don't know about from very direct personal experience!"
"And you won't, either. It's mine. I didn't ask, but she's sure."
Sirius shrugged. "Right, then. Better family anyway." He tossed the bottles into the gutter from which James had retrieved the caps, and Summoned another pair from inside. "Cheers."
James took his and drank it quickly. "It's weird, though. I mean. A baby."
"Usually what happens after the pregnant bit, seems like."
"Yeah, shut it. It's just, all we did was fuck, and then, boom, pregnant."
"I'd say your dad did a shit job of explaining the concept, but as I listened in, that's crap."
James went back to picking at his shoes. "Cheap fun, Pads. Cheap fun all night long, and now some poor kid… There's a war on."
"I noticed." Sirius drank the rest of his beer. "Well, I guess wars don't prevent fucking, do they?"
"Guess not."
"Good thing. Bloody gloomy world without." Sirius chucked his second bottle into the gutter and leaned back onto the next riser, ignoring the rough concrete against his elbows as he looked up at the sky. "She happy about it?"
"Over the moon."
"You?"
"Maybe under the moon, some."
"Hm."
"What's that mean?"
"What?"
"Hm."
"Just a sound of general comprehension." Sirius shifted to look at James. "What'll it take to get you over?"
"What?"
"Over the moon," Sirius said.
"War ending?"
Sirius chuckled. "Can't arrange that, but I do have a thought about improving your mood." He raised an eyebrow.
James tossed his second bottle as well. "What did you have in mind?"
Sirius lunged to his feet, then turned and knelt before James, shoving his thighs apart and running his hands up the inseam wordlessly until James leaned forward and stood, offering a hand up. "No?"
"No, yes. But she'll want to watch, and there's apparently a rule, when one's girl is up the duff, that one is to accede to her wishes."
"Why do I have to accede, then?"
"You're the godfather, is why."
Sirius grinned. "I'll do a better job at that. With the example-providing, I mean."
"Hope springs eternal. Come on."
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Author: florahart
Characters: James, Sirius
Summary: James has something to tell Sirius.
Rating: Adult, though there is no explicit smut
Warnings: James/Sirius, James/Lily, James/Lily/Sirius, so you do the math.
Notes: This is almost certainly snegurochka_lee 's fault, which is why I made her do a quickie beta, but since Jo is writing Marauders-era, there had to be Marauders, right?
James sat down on the step and handed over a bottled beer, then tapped his wand to the cap on his and watched it flip up and arc into the gutter.
Sirius did then same, then snorted when James absently stuck out a hand to Summon back both, which he shoved in his pocket before doing a warming charm so they could sit comfortably. "I don't know how it could have happened."
James blinked. "I. What?"
"I've made a dreadful job of it, haven't I?"
"Of what?"
"Of providing an example." Sirius grinned, but James's expression remained blank. "Of how to be a juvenile delinquent, mate. Bottle tops, temperature charms… pitiful. We'll have to go for a turn on the bike later, remind you what it means, being a rebel."
"Oh." James shrugged. "Sorry. I'm a little distracted."
"Really?"
"Wanker. Yes, really." James leaned forward over his knees, reaching down to pick at the flaking rubber from the soles of his trainers. "Keep a secret?"
"Stupid question."
"Yeah, I know. Still."
"I think I'm offended." Sirius drained his beer and shook his fringe out of his eyes. "All right, then. Yes, I can, and will, keep a secret, on my bloody honor as a reformed Black."
James went back to picking at his shoe, his half-full beer dangling from his other hand. Sirius reached over and snagged it, finishing the lot while James scowled at him. "You can't even be trusted with my beer."
"'S different," Sirius said, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. "Beer was in plain sight. And going to waste." He shook his head. "Come on, Prongs. What's the big problem?"
James shrugged. "Lil's pregnant."
"Whoa. Really?" Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Yours?"
James's jaw dropped. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Lily--"
"Oi, don't get your knickers in a twist. I'm only checking."
"That seems like the thing to check?"
"Well! Not like you and she have been entirely, what's the word, exclusive."
"Why am I not surprised you can't find the word?"
Sirius pointed at James. "Pot, kettle." His finger swung toward himself. "I saw you leaving Wormtail's party with the Winton bird, what, in August? I suppose the two of you had crumpets and saved the whales?"
James reddened. "Well. No, but then, Caroline isn't pregnant."
"Far as you know."
"Fuck you. Anyway, I don't think that's relevant. I mean, Lil's not--"
"Did you ask?"
"Whether it's mine? No! I'm not worried."
"Could be mine, poor thing." Sirius ducked the swing of James's fist. "Ow. Stop it! Prongs, you were bloody well there. Honestly. I understand the rules, you fuck. I've never fucked her that you don't know about from very direct personal experience!"
"And you won't, either. It's mine. I didn't ask, but she's sure."
Sirius shrugged. "Right, then. Better family anyway." He tossed the bottles into the gutter from which James had retrieved the caps, and Summoned another pair from inside. "Cheers."
James took his and drank it quickly. "It's weird, though. I mean. A baby."
"Usually what happens after the pregnant bit, seems like."
"Yeah, shut it. It's just, all we did was fuck, and then, boom, pregnant."
"I'd say your dad did a shit job of explaining the concept, but as I listened in, that's crap."
James went back to picking at his shoes. "Cheap fun, Pads. Cheap fun all night long, and now some poor kid… There's a war on."
"I noticed." Sirius drank the rest of his beer. "Well, I guess wars don't prevent fucking, do they?"
"Guess not."
"Good thing. Bloody gloomy world without." Sirius chucked his second bottle into the gutter and leaned back onto the next riser, ignoring the rough concrete against his elbows as he looked up at the sky. "She happy about it?"
"Over the moon."
"You?"
"Maybe under the moon, some."
"Hm."
"What's that mean?"
"What?"
"Hm."
"Just a sound of general comprehension." Sirius shifted to look at James. "What'll it take to get you over?"
"What?"
"Over the moon," Sirius said.
"War ending?"
Sirius chuckled. "Can't arrange that, but I do have a thought about improving your mood." He raised an eyebrow.
James tossed his second bottle as well. "What did you have in mind?"
Sirius lunged to his feet, then turned and knelt before James, shoving his thighs apart and running his hands up the inseam wordlessly until James leaned forward and stood, offering a hand up. "No?"
"No, yes. But she'll want to watch, and there's apparently a rule, when one's girl is up the duff, that one is to accede to her wishes."
"Why do I have to accede, then?"
"You're the godfather, is why."
Sirius grinned. "I'll do a better job at that. With the example-providing, I mean."
"Hope springs eternal. Come on."
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