1 fic, no challenge
Title: I love summer.
Summary: James and Sirius. Stoned. On a beach.
Characters/Pairings: Early James/Sirius
Genre: Kind of fluffy
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for adolescent drug use, boys snuggling.
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 1224
Up. Down. Up. Down. Up once more. And then down again.
"I can feel you breathing," James confessed.
Sirius cracked open an investigatory eye in James' direction.
"Course you can. You're head's on my stomach," Sirius pointed out.
James turned his head to look up at Sirius, a narrowing of his eyes and a slack to his jaw that painted an expression devoid of comprehension. Spacial awareness seemed to be the first thing to go when they were stoned. Exactly how they'd gone to smoking beneath the pier from sprawled out in the sand Sirius couldn't recall. It didn't matter. The weather was too nice for anything to matter much at all. The heat of the day was pushed aside by steady wind and the rolling shade affored by giant, fluffy white clouds. Were clouds always that big? Couldn't be. These cloud were huge. Freaking huge. It didn't even make any sense.
Letting out a contented sigh James turned his gaze back to the sky. Sirius could tell his eyes were closed, though, even though he couldn't properly see his face. Maybe it was the way he sighed, or the way his next words went a bit dreamy.
"It's more than that," James was saying, hands folded atop his own chest. "I can feel you breathing. Like it's everywhere. Or like you're breathing with my lungs. I can feel you breathing... everywhere." From the sound of it, it was a rather enjoyable sensation. "Merlin, I can feel you breathing all the way down in my toes," James grinned, the back of one of his hands reaching up to press against Sirius' side, as if seeking to increase the feeling.
Untucking one of his own hands from behind his head, Sirius' wandering hand found James', pressing his thumb against the center of James' palm. It wasn't strange that they touched - they'd been touching each other since they day they'd met. Patting, pushing, shoving, laughing, wrestling, dragging each other down freshly discovered secret passageways, crammed against each other while hiding in the broom closet around the corner from the library.
They lay there in silence for a few minutes. Well, it wasn't silent. There was the steady beating of water against sand. And a gentle thrumming.
"Can you feel me breathing?" James asked.
"No," the reply came after a moment's thought. Oh. "But I can feel your pulse. All through me."
The answer seemed to please James, who shifted his head to rest most comfortably against Sirius' stomach. Without much notice, Sirius' fingers took to tracing along the lines of James' hand.
"You know, there's gotta be a spell out there that could just make it summer all the time," Sirius mused.
"I love summer," James chimed in. "I love the beach. I love you."
Sirius laughed, James' head abruptly jostled and set bouncing with the force of it. "Merlin's pants, you turn into such a girl when you're high."
Recovering from the turbulence that had disrupted his nice, breath human pillow, James twisted his body around so he was laying on his stomach, his arms draped across Sirius' chest so he could look down into the cloudy pools of Sirius' eyes.
"No way. I totally mean it," he insisted with a shake of his head. And then his slightly off-kilter grin - blissful and casual and as natural as the sun rising - was curling his lips. James felt heavier than Sirius was expecting, an odd sort of pressure against his chest. They were close enough that if their positions had been reversed the tips of Sirius' hair would likely be brushing against James' chin. Or his lips. They seemed so pink, and damp, like he'd just licked them. "This is the best summer ever."
All Sirius did was nod. It felt weird, to not say anything, but something was wrong with his tongue. And he did agree, so maybe he didn't need to say anything. He and James had been at the Potter's little beach house for the past week, and they'd be staying another five days before collecting Remus and Peter to go off to the World Cup with James' dad. Everything about that summer had been perfect, and Sirius was doing his best to just not think about going back home before school started in the fall. It'd be much better to stay with James, to spend the rest of the summer marauding as best they could. Maybe they'd be able to convince Remus' parents to let him stay on after the Cup. Peter was trapped by a visiting grandmother, but maybe they could all go up for a visit or something. Then again, it was kind of nice, just him and James, he couldn't help thinking. Even if the other boy seemed to be crushing Sirius' lungs. Sirius decided it wasn't an entirely unpleasant feeling.
"You know what we should do?" James said suddenly, his voice lower and quieter than it had been a moment ago, snagging Sirius' attention.
The question sounded full of a sort of promise Sirius couldn't decipher. He couldn't even read the intention in James' eyes- they'd strayed to Sirius' mouth. Why was James looking at his mouth like that? Sirius just blinked. His tongue still wasn't working right.
"Pizza," James said solemnly.
That strange tension building up in Sirius' chest blinked out of existence. Merlin, he must be too stoned. He didn't even understand what he'd thought James was going to say.
"Pizza?" It wasn't what Sirius was expecting, but even as the word formed on his tongue he realized it held a temptation all his own.
Even the hint of interest was taken for consent, and James was up, haphazardly and ineffectively brushing the sand from his backside.
"Come on, I know a place," James declared, running both hands through his wind-blown hair.
Merlin, the last time James 'knew a place' it had taken two hours and a hell of a lot of walking around in circles to find. And yet, even though Sirius was arching a skeptical brow, pizza did sound like a good idea. For a moment his thoughts staggered as James stood, stretching relaxation from his limbs. The open curtain of his shirt was kicked up by the wind coming off the sea, fluttering pale blue fabric around his lean torso. He was unnaturally tan. Well, not now. Being tan in the summer was sensible enough, but James' skin seemed to soak up every bit of summer sun and rain so he could retain a bronzed sort of warmth even through the dead of winter. Like camels did with water. But water was a horrible accompaniment to pizza. Oh, but muggle soft drinks - now those were amazing.
"Muggle place?" Sirius asked with a curious blend of optimism and concern - hopeful for the prospect of cool, crisp, fizzy soft drinks, but also perfectly aware that a muggle place would invariably prove more difficult to find.
Reading Sirius' wariness, James assured him, "It'll be nothing like the last time," as Sirius pushed himself to his feet.
"Really?" Sirius grinned.
"Probably."
"Fantastic. You're buying."
James laughed and their steps fell in line side by side and he was launching into exactly how to find this place. It sounded complicated so Sirius didn't quite bother paying attention. He didn't need to. So long as James knew where they were going it'd turn out fine in the end - James, who was hilarious and ridiculous and brilliant. Who somehow always smelled like summer.
Lara//Slytherin
Summary: James and Sirius. Stoned. On a beach.
Characters/Pairings: Early James/Sirius
Genre: Kind of fluffy
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for adolescent drug use, boys snuggling.
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 1224
Up. Down. Up. Down. Up once more. And then down again.
"I can feel you breathing," James confessed.
Sirius cracked open an investigatory eye in James' direction.
"Course you can. You're head's on my stomach," Sirius pointed out.
James turned his head to look up at Sirius, a narrowing of his eyes and a slack to his jaw that painted an expression devoid of comprehension. Spacial awareness seemed to be the first thing to go when they were stoned. Exactly how they'd gone to smoking beneath the pier from sprawled out in the sand Sirius couldn't recall. It didn't matter. The weather was too nice for anything to matter much at all. The heat of the day was pushed aside by steady wind and the rolling shade affored by giant, fluffy white clouds. Were clouds always that big? Couldn't be. These cloud were huge. Freaking huge. It didn't even make any sense.
Letting out a contented sigh James turned his gaze back to the sky. Sirius could tell his eyes were closed, though, even though he couldn't properly see his face. Maybe it was the way he sighed, or the way his next words went a bit dreamy.
"It's more than that," James was saying, hands folded atop his own chest. "I can feel you breathing. Like it's everywhere. Or like you're breathing with my lungs. I can feel you breathing... everywhere." From the sound of it, it was a rather enjoyable sensation. "Merlin, I can feel you breathing all the way down in my toes," James grinned, the back of one of his hands reaching up to press against Sirius' side, as if seeking to increase the feeling.
Untucking one of his own hands from behind his head, Sirius' wandering hand found James', pressing his thumb against the center of James' palm. It wasn't strange that they touched - they'd been touching each other since they day they'd met. Patting, pushing, shoving, laughing, wrestling, dragging each other down freshly discovered secret passageways, crammed against each other while hiding in the broom closet around the corner from the library.
They lay there in silence for a few minutes. Well, it wasn't silent. There was the steady beating of water against sand. And a gentle thrumming.
"Can you feel me breathing?" James asked.
"No," the reply came after a moment's thought. Oh. "But I can feel your pulse. All through me."
The answer seemed to please James, who shifted his head to rest most comfortably against Sirius' stomach. Without much notice, Sirius' fingers took to tracing along the lines of James' hand.
"You know, there's gotta be a spell out there that could just make it summer all the time," Sirius mused.
"I love summer," James chimed in. "I love the beach. I love you."
Sirius laughed, James' head abruptly jostled and set bouncing with the force of it. "Merlin's pants, you turn into such a girl when you're high."
Recovering from the turbulence that had disrupted his nice, breath human pillow, James twisted his body around so he was laying on his stomach, his arms draped across Sirius' chest so he could look down into the cloudy pools of Sirius' eyes.
"No way. I totally mean it," he insisted with a shake of his head. And then his slightly off-kilter grin - blissful and casual and as natural as the sun rising - was curling his lips. James felt heavier than Sirius was expecting, an odd sort of pressure against his chest. They were close enough that if their positions had been reversed the tips of Sirius' hair would likely be brushing against James' chin. Or his lips. They seemed so pink, and damp, like he'd just licked them. "This is the best summer ever."
All Sirius did was nod. It felt weird, to not say anything, but something was wrong with his tongue. And he did agree, so maybe he didn't need to say anything. He and James had been at the Potter's little beach house for the past week, and they'd be staying another five days before collecting Remus and Peter to go off to the World Cup with James' dad. Everything about that summer had been perfect, and Sirius was doing his best to just not think about going back home before school started in the fall. It'd be much better to stay with James, to spend the rest of the summer marauding as best they could. Maybe they'd be able to convince Remus' parents to let him stay on after the Cup. Peter was trapped by a visiting grandmother, but maybe they could all go up for a visit or something. Then again, it was kind of nice, just him and James, he couldn't help thinking. Even if the other boy seemed to be crushing Sirius' lungs. Sirius decided it wasn't an entirely unpleasant feeling.
"You know what we should do?" James said suddenly, his voice lower and quieter than it had been a moment ago, snagging Sirius' attention.
The question sounded full of a sort of promise Sirius couldn't decipher. He couldn't even read the intention in James' eyes- they'd strayed to Sirius' mouth. Why was James looking at his mouth like that? Sirius just blinked. His tongue still wasn't working right.
"Pizza," James said solemnly.
That strange tension building up in Sirius' chest blinked out of existence. Merlin, he must be too stoned. He didn't even understand what he'd thought James was going to say.
"Pizza?" It wasn't what Sirius was expecting, but even as the word formed on his tongue he realized it held a temptation all his own.
Even the hint of interest was taken for consent, and James was up, haphazardly and ineffectively brushing the sand from his backside.
"Come on, I know a place," James declared, running both hands through his wind-blown hair.
Merlin, the last time James 'knew a place' it had taken two hours and a hell of a lot of walking around in circles to find. And yet, even though Sirius was arching a skeptical brow, pizza did sound like a good idea. For a moment his thoughts staggered as James stood, stretching relaxation from his limbs. The open curtain of his shirt was kicked up by the wind coming off the sea, fluttering pale blue fabric around his lean torso. He was unnaturally tan. Well, not now. Being tan in the summer was sensible enough, but James' skin seemed to soak up every bit of summer sun and rain so he could retain a bronzed sort of warmth even through the dead of winter. Like camels did with water. But water was a horrible accompaniment to pizza. Oh, but muggle soft drinks - now those were amazing.
"Muggle place?" Sirius asked with a curious blend of optimism and concern - hopeful for the prospect of cool, crisp, fizzy soft drinks, but also perfectly aware that a muggle place would invariably prove more difficult to find.
Reading Sirius' wariness, James assured him, "It'll be nothing like the last time," as Sirius pushed himself to his feet.
"Really?" Sirius grinned.
"Probably."
"Fantastic. You're buying."
James laughed and their steps fell in line side by side and he was launching into exactly how to find this place. It sounded complicated so Sirius didn't quite bother paying attention. He didn't need to. So long as James knew where they were going it'd turn out fine in the end - James, who was hilarious and ridiculous and brilliant. Who somehow always smelled like summer.
Lara//Slytherin