"Oh for fucks sake Padfoot. How many times does a bloke have to say blow me, before you catch a bleedin' clue."
He waved his hand, to bring a single bottle of Fire-whiskey over. It dropped with a soft thud into the sand as James pushed himself upright and dusted off his ass, using little puffs of air from his fingertips to get absolutely all possible sand out of all possible crevices.
"I'll go check the inside of the tent. When you're done with the bottle, if you're quite up to it, you can come join me."
Sirius sat straight up. "You - you want - I mean...." He suddenly felt very lightheaded. It was hard to breathe, and his heart was slamming against his ribcage. He swallowed and then cleared his throat again.
What had happened earlier - in their bed and then in the bath - had sort of, well, just happened. But this...this was more deliberate.
And that wasn't a bad thing. Not at all. But it was just different. And Sirius didn't quite know what to make of it yet.
He scrambled up, although not without grabbing the bottle of Firewhisky first. He opened it, took a quick gulp, and then strode over to the tent.
Standing just inside the opening, he said, "Well. So you fancy a blow, do you?"
"Got the Howler after all then, Pads?" James said with obvious nonchalance as he sprawled on a leather divan in what looked every inch the country get away cottage. Though definitely a man's cottage, all leather and plain wood furniture and a full brass and enamel bed in back, right up against the sloping walls.
There were cards on the ottoman in front of him. "Course we could always play a game of exploding snap. Gobstones? There might be a chess board around here somewhere. Seems the sort of place to have it. Could play poker, there's some crackers packed. Bet with those maybe."
James was still very much naked even if he wasn't acting like it.
"You could've said so. Or jumped on top of me. Or something." He stared at James for a moment, amused at how a damp, naked teenager could make himself look like a prince reclining in his castle.
Casually, he sauntered over to the divan and sat down, lifting James's feet and putting them in his own lap. Setting the Firewhisky bottle down, he let his hands rest on James's legs, although they didn't really rest. Instead, he ran one hand lightly up and down James's lower leg while the other hand softly squeezed his feet.
"The only one of those games that goes with a blow job is poker, but there's no use in playing the strip version of it since the both of us are without clothes anyway."
He let his hand wander a bit further up James's leg, resting it for a moment halfway up his thigh. "You want this, Prongs?" He moved his hand up a bit more.
James arched a brow, giving Sirius a look like he was the most empty headed thing he'd seen in a while. And then he arched his back, and curled his leg a bit, to snag around Sirius' waist.
"Sure it's not the traditional way to say hello and goodbye to a good mate, but," His voice got a touch soft. "We'll both only be this young once."
James smirked. "But if you don't want a couple of randy memories to keep you once you're back to normal...." He sighed and stretched his hands over his head like a damesel on a fainting couch.
Sirius's grip on James's legs tightened, and when he spoke, his voice was low and slightly hoarse, and his eyes were fixed on some point straight ahead on the opposite end of the tent. "There is no goodbye, Prongs, all right? You're stuck with me. Do whatever you need to do to come to terms with everything that's different, but I am not bloody leaving you. Ever."
He turned his head to look at James, the expression on his face pointed and grave. Then it softened and melted into a large smile. Getting up and straddling James, Sirius leant down over his face. "Now that we've got that straight, let's fucking enjoy our time, yeah?"
He waved his hand, to bring a single bottle of Fire-whiskey over. It dropped with a soft thud into the sand as James pushed himself upright and dusted off his ass, using little puffs of air from his fingertips to get absolutely all possible sand out of all possible crevices.
"I'll go check the inside of the tent. When you're done with the bottle, if you're quite up to it, you can come join me."
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What had happened earlier - in their bed and then in the bath - had sort of, well, just happened. But this...this was more deliberate.
And that wasn't a bad thing. Not at all. But it was just different. And Sirius didn't quite know what to make of it yet.
He scrambled up, although not without grabbing the bottle of Firewhisky first. He opened it, took a quick gulp, and then strode over to the tent.
Standing just inside the opening, he said, "Well. So you fancy a blow, do you?"
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There were cards on the ottoman in front of him. "Course we could always play a game of exploding snap. Gobstones? There might be a chess board around here somewhere. Seems the sort of place to have it. Could play poker, there's some crackers packed. Bet with those maybe."
James was still very much naked even if he wasn't acting like it.
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Casually, he sauntered over to the divan and sat down, lifting James's feet and putting them in his own lap. Setting the Firewhisky bottle down, he let his hands rest on James's legs, although they didn't really rest. Instead, he ran one hand lightly up and down James's lower leg while the other hand softly squeezed his feet.
"The only one of those games that goes with a blow job is poker, but there's no use in playing the strip version of it since the both of us are without clothes anyway."
He let his hand wander a bit further up James's leg, resting it for a moment halfway up his thigh. "You want this, Prongs?" He moved his hand up a bit more.
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"Sure it's not the traditional way to say hello and goodbye to a good mate, but," His voice got a touch soft. "We'll both only be this young once."
James smirked. "But if you don't want a couple of randy memories to keep you once you're back to normal...." He sighed and stretched his hands over his head like a damesel on a fainting couch.
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He turned his head to look at James, the expression on his face pointed and grave. Then it softened and melted into a large smile. Getting up and straddling James, Sirius leant down over his face. "Now that we've got that straight, let's fucking enjoy our time, yeah?"
He bent down and kissed James on the mouth.
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