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Title: Pent Up Frustrations
Rating: R
Pairing: James/Sirius
Summary After a hard nights Quidditch Practise, James and Sirius return to their dorm. Sirius isn't best pleased.
Author Notes: A drabble for sherig. :D Hope you like it, love.
Pent Up Frustrations
James and Sirius trudged up to their dormitory. Their robes were soaked, and made squishing noises as them ploughed up the stairs.
"I fucking hate you," Sirius said through gritted teeth. He had mud in his hair. In his hair for fucks sake. He was soaked down to the bone, and was sure he'd caught hypothermia in that storm.
"I hate me too, Sirius, don't worry about that," James said. His teeth were chattering. Ha, thought Sirius.
Sirius threw the door open and stormed in, throwing himself down on his bed. He groaned as his clothes squelched.
"You two look like you had fun," Remus said wryly, closing his book. "Me and Peter have places to be. Don't kill each other. And don't get mud on my bed."
"Fuck off," Sirius growled. James sat gingerly on the edge of Siriu's bed, wiping his glasses on the quilt.
Remus laughed and walked out the room. Peter looked at them warily and followed Remus. "Later mates," he said and disappeared, the door slamming behind him.
"I hate you," Sirius said, face down into hi bed.
"I know," James sighed. He stood up and peeled his robes off, throwing them into the corner. He looked at his shirt and sighed again, undoing the buttons. Sirius sneezed and James winced. He stood up carefully and launched himself at James, and they both hit the floor.
"Get off me you twat!" James yelled, as Sirius fist connected with his stomach.
"This is your fault!" Sirius shouted back, and he sneezed again. It took him by surprise as James threw him off. He sat dazed for a minute, massaging his ribs.
"All right?" James asked, breathing heavily.
"Why didn't you cancel sodding Quidditch practise, you masochistic prick. I've got a cold now," Sirius whined. James crawled over, and sat next to Sirius. JHe put his hand on his shoulder apologetically.
"Sorry. I just thought that it'd be fine once we got out there. And I didn't know it was gonna start to piss it down did I?" James said.
"Fuck off," Sirius said quietly, and he sneezed. James laughed. Sirius scowled.
"Can I make it up to you?" James asked quietly. He hand moved down, and started to undo the buttons of Sirius' shirt.
Sirius sighed, and grinned. "If you have to."
James mirrored his wicked grin and moved in front of Sirius, undoing the last of the buttons and tearing it off. Sirius pressed his lips to Sirius's, James quickly opening his mouth, submitting to Sirius. His tongue slid into James's mouth, and his arms flew around Sirius neck. Sirius pushed forwards, and James felt his back hit the floor and Sirius thrust his hand into his trousers. James gasped and thrust his hips forward. His hand flew to Sirius' groin and pressed his heel against his hard cock.
Sirius' hand flew up and down James's cock, milking it for all it was worth, and he came quickly in his jeans, pent up frustration from Quidditch and the fight and oh fucking hell, everything, exploding at Sirius' hand.
Sirius came with a grunt and bit down on James's neck.
"Come on," James whispered a few minutes later. "Remus will be back soon."
Sirius nodded. Like always, things would have to be kept hidden away, until either of them became frustrated again.
Rating: R
Pairing: James/Sirius
Summary After a hard nights Quidditch Practise, James and Sirius return to their dorm. Sirius isn't best pleased.
Author Notes: A drabble for sherig. :D Hope you like it, love.
Pent Up Frustrations
James and Sirius trudged up to their dormitory. Their robes were soaked, and made squishing noises as them ploughed up the stairs.
"I fucking hate you," Sirius said through gritted teeth. He had mud in his hair. In his hair for fucks sake. He was soaked down to the bone, and was sure he'd caught hypothermia in that storm.
"I hate me too, Sirius, don't worry about that," James said. His teeth were chattering. Ha, thought Sirius.
Sirius threw the door open and stormed in, throwing himself down on his bed. He groaned as his clothes squelched.
"You two look like you had fun," Remus said wryly, closing his book. "Me and Peter have places to be. Don't kill each other. And don't get mud on my bed."
"Fuck off," Sirius growled. James sat gingerly on the edge of Siriu's bed, wiping his glasses on the quilt.
Remus laughed and walked out the room. Peter looked at them warily and followed Remus. "Later mates," he said and disappeared, the door slamming behind him.
"I hate you," Sirius said, face down into hi bed.
"I know," James sighed. He stood up and peeled his robes off, throwing them into the corner. He looked at his shirt and sighed again, undoing the buttons. Sirius sneezed and James winced. He stood up carefully and launched himself at James, and they both hit the floor.
"Get off me you twat!" James yelled, as Sirius fist connected with his stomach.
"This is your fault!" Sirius shouted back, and he sneezed again. It took him by surprise as James threw him off. He sat dazed for a minute, massaging his ribs.
"All right?" James asked, breathing heavily.
"Why didn't you cancel sodding Quidditch practise, you masochistic prick. I've got a cold now," Sirius whined. James crawled over, and sat next to Sirius. JHe put his hand on his shoulder apologetically.
"Sorry. I just thought that it'd be fine once we got out there. And I didn't know it was gonna start to piss it down did I?" James said.
"Fuck off," Sirius said quietly, and he sneezed. James laughed. Sirius scowled.
"Can I make it up to you?" James asked quietly. He hand moved down, and started to undo the buttons of Sirius' shirt.
Sirius sighed, and grinned. "If you have to."
James mirrored his wicked grin and moved in front of Sirius, undoing the last of the buttons and tearing it off. Sirius pressed his lips to Sirius's, James quickly opening his mouth, submitting to Sirius. His tongue slid into James's mouth, and his arms flew around Sirius neck. Sirius pushed forwards, and James felt his back hit the floor and Sirius thrust his hand into his trousers. James gasped and thrust his hips forward. His hand flew to Sirius' groin and pressed his heel against his hard cock.
Sirius' hand flew up and down James's cock, milking it for all it was worth, and he came quickly in his jeans, pent up frustration from Quidditch and the fight and oh fucking hell, everything, exploding at Sirius' hand.
Sirius came with a grunt and bit down on James's neck.
"Come on," James whispered a few minutes later. "Remus will be back soon."
Sirius nodded. Like always, things would have to be kept hidden away, until either of them became frustrated again.