Seventeen Again, Part 3: Into the Woods (Closed RP - James / Sirius...and James/Sirius)

[toujours_sirius]

((Continued from here, the post o' bathtime fun! This thread will likely be NC-17. Because it's young!Sirius and James

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James slapped a hand up to the back of his head and pulled Sirius' hand off. He pulled off and sat up enough to stare down at his friend. "Padfoot, heel!" James kept watching, daring Sirius to have a reaction, to say somthing, to move.

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For a moment, Sirius lay there, a bit stunned. He wanted to sit up, but James was hovering over him, still half on top, and he would have to push him off. Instead, looking cautiously at James, he said, "It's all right. We don't have to do this, Prongs."

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James' top lip curled, he couldn't help it. "It's alright? What do I look like to you, Pads? Some scared little girl? Shut up." He looked angry, he sounded angry or at least gruff. But he wasn't doing anything more than hovering over Sirius, intent. His eyee only seeming determined and the grip of his hands, on Sirius' sides was gentle.

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"Didn't say that. But you're roughing me up. And I'm trying to give you an out if it's because you didn't want this after all." He stared back at James, eyes focused, but slightly soft. He may have been seventeen in body, but that didn't mean he didn't realise that he had over that many years of experience beyond James. To Sirius, that gave him a bit of extra responsibility when it came to intimate situations.

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"..." James bit his lower lip just once, before it jutted out in a pout. He shrugged. "Just talk. Didn't think you'd go getting bothered by it." He looked away and twitched into a position where they didn't even have to touch, staring at nothing, somewhere in the direction of the door to the tent.

Something was suddenly in his hand, his wand, accioed from his clothes without conscious thought. It rolled and twirled, tip glowing in a worrying gold.

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"For fuck's sake, I was bothered because I could tell you were bothered, okay?" Sirius looked at James's wand, not out of concern that it would be used against him, but just because it was a convenient distraction.

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"Said I wasn't bothered. So I wasn't bothered. Fuck bothered. You're bothered. Bothered up the arse. Fuck bother. Bother bother bother."

James was distinctly not looking at Sirius. Distinctly.

"S'hurt?" Which has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with where his fist had connected with Sirius' jaw.

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"All right, you're not bothered." Sirius didn't believe that, but there was no point in taking a principled stand on it. He rubbed at his jaw again, lightly this time, grunting indistinctly in response to James's question, eyes focused on the wand, but not really seeing it.

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James stood at the tent entrance and couldn't help but smile at Sirius forgetting to use magic. He floated the other bags towards the tent too, stepping out and aside to let them pass and then wandering over to Sirius, not exactly looking innocent but without any speficic mischief in mind.

Which made the decision to jump towards his best friend in an attempt to ride him to the ground, totally spontaneous. As was the thought that a tickle fight right now would be just the ticket to show Pads who was boss, without anyone getting any major bruising in some senseless dust-up.

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In a split second, Sirius found himself on the ground underneath James, hands poking into his sides. He had always been a mite ticklish, and so he squirmed at the touch, throbs of laughter wrenching their way from his stomach. As he twisted, he tried to poke and tickle James back. His hands reached up, searching for James's ribs, his stomach, fingers scrambling wherever they hit upon flesh.

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James squirmed and wriggled like an oiled eel. He bit back barks of laughter to hide his weak spots and ignored sand creeping into curious places. This was much, much better than the awkward silence and stupid angry and odd feeling that Sirius was leading him somewhere, smug and knowing and...

James pinched a naked, rowdy cheek in order to help make himself feel better.

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Still writhing, Sirius gasped for breath. He tried to keep tickling James, but his tickles were met with more of James's, and it was clear that his was a losing battle. Finally, he let his arms fall to his sides in clear defeat. He couldn't help but continue to twist and turn against the sand under James's touch, though.

"All right!" he panted. "You win! I - " he gasped " - I can't - I can't - " Clearly, he couldn't even finish his sentence amidst his heaves and laughs.

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Except, what was feeling right about it? He didn't think he felt right about anything like that anymore. It'd never occurred to him that Sirius might have comparisons to make, or that he mightn't do it right, any of it. Especially the buggering part. There was a certain sort of pride he had about his drilling, and well, supposed he messed it up? Supposed he hurt his best friend! That was a thing he hadn't had to wonder about before. Everyone knew it hurt girls their first time, but that a nice bloke could make it hurt less. But this?

James grunted, soft and noncommittal. He lay on Sirius a few moments longer, then pushed himself up, chill air, compared to the warmth of Sirius' chest, making him shiver a moment. But he stood all the same and grabbed the blanket, ready to shake it out and make them a proper picnic space.

"Find us the roast beef, luv."

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While James lay there quietly on top of him, Sirius shut his eyes for a bit, revelling in the peaceful, still feeling of the evening. The sand underneath him was cool and dry; on top of him, James was warm, and he could feel a thin layer of sweat forming in the areas where their flesh met - just whose sweat it was, though, Sirius was unsure

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James tucked it up into his mouth and one hand snapped out to catch the pasty, like a Seeker with the snitch. He managed both blanket and food a moment, sending a puff of air right onto Sirius and not giving a damn about it. Before it could settled properly James slammed a cushioning charm under the cloth and then slammed his body onto it. He only bumped once before the charm molded to his body

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Sirius was in far too good of a mood to mind the short blast of air that hit him when James fluffed the blanket. But James's first remark caused Sirius to lift his head slightly and glance at him, only to put it back down again, figuring James was joking around. He continued to work at his pasty, savouring the flaky dough and the dark flavour of the lambmeat.

It was only after he pushed the last bit of pasty into his mouth - a soft, doughy corner with just a hint of sauce on it - that Sirius caught James's mumble, although he hadn't a clue what he was on about.

At James's beckoning, he sat up sluggishly, still licking his lips and stretching. The food was delicious, and he felt delicious

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The hand in James' hair, and on his scalp; Sirius' easy relaxed tone; they said more and made him believe more than words ever could. It was a soft comforting touch all over

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True to his word, Sirius bent easily, his lips soft and smiling on James's. "Yeah, I think I got it...though your pronunciation is terrible, mate," he said, his lips still pressed against James's