Fic: Untitled, James/Sirius, NC17
A belated birthday present. This one’s a bit random, and, as in real life, I think it's best if you ignore the nonsensical plot and just enjoy the sex.
Title: Someone think of a title for me, please.
Pairing: James/Sirius
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
For sethkyne_blue's birthday:
‘Sirius, you are a complete arsehole at the moment,’ James had said, tiredly, and in a tone so lacking in malice that Sirius hadn’t even got angry immediately, just stared back with wide grey eyes. ‘Well, you are,’ James had persisted with, ‘you act like Peter’s barely there, and you’re treating Remus like complete shit.’
‘Yeah, well,’ Sirius had snarled back. ‘Peter’s a pointless arse-licker, and I don’t see why I should be bothered with a cock-sucking little faggot like Moony.’
So - technically - it had been James that had started the fight; having made the first comment and having thrown the first fist, and that was how he’d ended up in this position, the hefty weight of his best friend squashing him tightly to the floorboards.
‘So,’ James said, suppressing the vicious laugh that rose within him as they paused to catch a bit of breath. ‘This is all just because you want to fuck Moony up the arse, is it?’
Sirius just laughed in his face, nastily and with confidence, because he was the one with the advantage, had James pinned sharply to the floor, his thick, dark fringe fallen into James’ almost-blind eyes. ‘I’m not some sort of sick faggot, if that’s what you think. But then maybe that’s just wishful thinking on your part, eh?’ He shifted an arm, so his elbow still held James’ shoulder in place, but so he could cup James tauntingly around the jaw, smirking down at him.
Longing to at least have the use of his arms, James shifted irritably beneath his friend. ‘Oh yeah, Black, I’m dying for you to fuck me right now, on the fucking floor.’ He snorted, letting his head fall back, feeling Sirius’ hand tighten. ‘You should do it, prove you aren’t the repressed homosexual we all think you are.’
Sirius’ fingers squeezed, almost choking him, but he kept his eyes fixed on the blur of the wall behind his head and just grinned; a malicious side-smile, because he finally had Sirius cornered, and, one way or another, he would make him admit this. ‘Want it, do you, Potter?’
James laughed again, because this was glorious; the continued sting of the clawed trails on his chest and stomach, blood drying, crustily sticking his shirt to the wounds; the throb of his left cheekbone and the ache of his knuckles from retaliating; the iron-thick scent from Sirius’ split lip. ‘Dare you,’ James whispered, stifling the endless bubble of giddy laughter, tickled by Sirius’ breath on his neck.
‘You’ll regret that,’ Sirius muttered, jerking James’ head forwards again, and James caught only a brief flash of the searing wickedness in his best friend’s eyes, the whiteness of his bared teeth, before hard lips covered his.
He choked, from both the clench of fingers around his neck and from the sudden push of tongue deep inside his mouth. But he wasn’t going to give in now - Sirius couldn’t win this fight, and this was just another argument, another war of egos. This was easy.
He lifted his chin, letting his mouth slip open further, tightening the muscles in his tongue and pressing back. It wasn’t kissing, or not kissing as he’d ever experienced it, but he pressed up into it anyway. It was strange but good, their tongues juddering thickly together, kissing with wide, gaping mouths, teeth and jaws jarring painfully, Sirius’ nose digging into his cheek and his nails jaggedly cutting his arm and neck. They barely moved their lips or closed their mouths, just ground their faces together, teeth scraping gratingly over teeth and nipping sharply at each others tongues and lips.
James found himself grunting a little, as Sirius moved his body to lean further over him. Finding he could now use his arms, James quickly slid them up, winding his fingers tightly into Sirius’ hair and forcing their faces even harder together, enjoying the fight and the pain, righteous anger seeping out of him and forming into something else, something that was somehow even more urgent.
He slid one hand back down, fingers wriggling their way under Sirius’ jumper to scrape his nails up the skin there, enjoying the jagged twitch of Sirius’ body as it twisted against his. He probed further, over the sweat and downy-soft hair of Sirius’ spine, before dragging his fingernails down again.
‘Unngh!’ Sirius thrust his hips into him, involuntarily, then tried to pull away suddenly.
‘No, don’t,’ James mumbled, words a slur over Sirius’ tongue. ‘Just, Padfoot-‘ He bent his knees, clamping Sirius’ thighs in place. ‘Just do it.’
That broke any tension, and James felt Sirius’ grin slide open against his cheek, a scratch of teeth on the skin. ‘Oh, you really want it,’ Sirius hissed, and James flicked his thumbnail into the small of his back in revenge, causing another jerk of Sirius’ hips.
‘Yeah, because that isn’t your cock pressing into my stomach?’ James said, quietly triumphant.
Sirius pulled one arm back and swung for another punch, but James’ arms were free too and he managed to roll the both of them over. Half on top, he hitched a knee between Sirius’ legs, trying to get Sirius’ arms above his head but meeting too much resistance. Unable to completely control Sirius, he instead pushed his hips forward, feeling the solid rub of Sirius’ cock and glorying in the way Sirius collapsed limply backwards and groaned.
James quickly crawled atop him, watching the fear and lust in his friend’s eyes. ‘Changed your mind yet?’
‘No!’ Sirius grunted, shoving one hand forward into James’ face.
James snapped his teeth, sucking on a mouthful of the heel of Sirius’ hand, but Sirius succeeded in shoving him away.
More scratches got added to James’ stomach as they kicked and shoved. Sirius sank his teeth into James’ neck again, then further down, to his shoulder, and this was already more like sex than a fight, Sirius sucking lushly on his skin. He tried not to laugh more, because he was surely getting somewhere now, and no-one could pretend this was a normal boyish fight when they were wriggling against each other this way.
‘Give it up,’ James whispered, lips on Sirius’ ear while Sirius struggled to pin him again.
‘No - no,’ Sirius replied, even though James could really feel him now; hard, heavy cock against his hip as they struggled to untangle their legs.
‘Yes,’ James mumbled, looking up at the panic and frustration on Sirius’ face, ‘yes.’ And before he could change his mind, he yanked up Sirius’ shirt and smoothed his hands down over his friend’s belly, lower, until his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of trousers and pants.
Sirius didn’t even try to stop him, not now, not when a fingertip brushed over the head of his cock as it rested, solidly wedged against his tight trousers. James smiled, lazily, and slid his index finger back over, enjoying the clean hitch of Sirius’ breath. He quickly shifted his hands again, neatly breaking open the buttons of his friend’s trousers, hooking thumbs into his underwear and edging both down, leaving Sirius gasping as he rested over him, shoulders trembling as his forearms struggled to hold him up.
‘There,’ James whispered, ‘isn’t that so much better?’
Still somewhat unsure, Sirius was hunched over, half on his knees and staring down at his own naked prick, almost like he was testing it out, hips shifting gently, drawing himself slowly back and forth against James’ belt.
James couldn’t help but smile, surprised at himself for enjoying this so much, for wanting it, for loving the look on Sirius’ face and the way it felt to have the tip of Sirius’ cock nudging gently at his stomach with each rock of their bodies. He bit his lip to stifle his amusement, and maybe even a needy little moan of pleasure, and began to unbuckle his belt.
Just as his hand trailed up his own grateful erection, enjoying the relief and stroking up and down rather more than was needed simply to release himself from his pants, Sirius took advantage of his distraction and hit him in the head again. James lunged for him, shoving him to the floor as they flailed fists at each other, before both gasped, finding themselves side by side, pressed together, and James could feel the smooth, hard skin of Sirius’ cock against his own.
‘Fuck,’ Sirius muttered, but James ignored him and wriggled himself even closer, starting to move his hips. Still angry, Sirius plunged his teeth once again into James’ neck before jerking quickly and climbing on top again with a snarl that sounded to James’ ears more like pure lust than anything else. He clasped Sirius’ chin for a kiss, sighing into it from the warm relief at Sirius yielding finally, enjoying being held down as Sirius lay over him, moving, working their bodies together.
James lost himself in it, in the sticky drag of Sirius’ cock on his as they continued to fight, just playfully, scratches of nails and teeth now more arousing than anything. Sirius’ hands had found their way under him, inside his trousers and pants, were clutching thick handfuls of his arse and his fingers even found their way into the cleft of his buttocks. And it was still good, with hard, dirty, gaping kisses against his lips and neck, the finger now slipping inside him making it even better. With every trembling thrust Sirius gasped; a hot huff of air over James’ cheek, and James curled his fingers tighter into the loosened waistband of Sirius’ jeans, needing to hold on to something.
He knew Sirius was close now; the heat of his breath, the deep flush to his cheeks and the tiny grunt he made with each faster push of his body, and James gave in and just held him, one hand curved to his friend’s arse and the other stroking through the hair at the nape of his neck, almost comforting. Sirius made a strained little choking noise as he came, sticky warmth washing suddenly over James’ belly and cock.
‘James,’ Sirius whispered, but James could do little except breathe heavily in response, his own orgasm close and waiting, tight and almost-painful inside of him.
Sirius rolled slowly off him, his bottom lip catching the corner of James’ mouth as he moved. James was so desperate now and he snapped greedily at Sirius’ lips, asking for a kiss, while he thankfully let a hand drift down and begin to firmly stroke his prick, sighing with relief. He moaned as Sirius kissed him deeper, the pangs of arousal getting sharper and closer, Sirius’ hand first stroking his wet stomach, then shifting to edge James’ hand away. Sirius’ fingers, clammy with sweat, began sliding up and down his cock, and James burst then, as Sirius’ hot, damp palm curved smoothly over the head, the feeling stretching out long and hard as he came into Sirius’ hand.
‘Fuck, fuck-‘ he mumbled
‘Just jealous, were you?’ Sirius whispered, hotly against his ear. ‘Thought I would want Moony and not you as well?’
They kissed, and this time it was gentle, a soft, calm slick of sated mouths. ‘Thought my heart was breaking,’ James said, a hiccup of laughter finding its way into their kiss. Sirius snorted. ‘Or,’ James continued, ‘maybe I was just trying to see what I could get you to do.’
And it was that comment that started them up all over again.
Title: Someone think of a title for me, please.
Pairing: James/Sirius
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
For sethkyne_blue's birthday:
‘Sirius, you are a complete arsehole at the moment,’ James had said, tiredly, and in a tone so lacking in malice that Sirius hadn’t even got angry immediately, just stared back with wide grey eyes. ‘Well, you are,’ James had persisted with, ‘you act like Peter’s barely there, and you’re treating Remus like complete shit.’
‘Yeah, well,’ Sirius had snarled back. ‘Peter’s a pointless arse-licker, and I don’t see why I should be bothered with a cock-sucking little faggot like Moony.’
So - technically - it had been James that had started the fight; having made the first comment and having thrown the first fist, and that was how he’d ended up in this position, the hefty weight of his best friend squashing him tightly to the floorboards.
‘So,’ James said, suppressing the vicious laugh that rose within him as they paused to catch a bit of breath. ‘This is all just because you want to fuck Moony up the arse, is it?’
Sirius just laughed in his face, nastily and with confidence, because he was the one with the advantage, had James pinned sharply to the floor, his thick, dark fringe fallen into James’ almost-blind eyes. ‘I’m not some sort of sick faggot, if that’s what you think. But then maybe that’s just wishful thinking on your part, eh?’ He shifted an arm, so his elbow still held James’ shoulder in place, but so he could cup James tauntingly around the jaw, smirking down at him.
Longing to at least have the use of his arms, James shifted irritably beneath his friend. ‘Oh yeah, Black, I’m dying for you to fuck me right now, on the fucking floor.’ He snorted, letting his head fall back, feeling Sirius’ hand tighten. ‘You should do it, prove you aren’t the repressed homosexual we all think you are.’
Sirius’ fingers squeezed, almost choking him, but he kept his eyes fixed on the blur of the wall behind his head and just grinned; a malicious side-smile, because he finally had Sirius cornered, and, one way or another, he would make him admit this. ‘Want it, do you, Potter?’
James laughed again, because this was glorious; the continued sting of the clawed trails on his chest and stomach, blood drying, crustily sticking his shirt to the wounds; the throb of his left cheekbone and the ache of his knuckles from retaliating; the iron-thick scent from Sirius’ split lip. ‘Dare you,’ James whispered, stifling the endless bubble of giddy laughter, tickled by Sirius’ breath on his neck.
‘You’ll regret that,’ Sirius muttered, jerking James’ head forwards again, and James caught only a brief flash of the searing wickedness in his best friend’s eyes, the whiteness of his bared teeth, before hard lips covered his.
He choked, from both the clench of fingers around his neck and from the sudden push of tongue deep inside his mouth. But he wasn’t going to give in now - Sirius couldn’t win this fight, and this was just another argument, another war of egos. This was easy.
He lifted his chin, letting his mouth slip open further, tightening the muscles in his tongue and pressing back. It wasn’t kissing, or not kissing as he’d ever experienced it, but he pressed up into it anyway. It was strange but good, their tongues juddering thickly together, kissing with wide, gaping mouths, teeth and jaws jarring painfully, Sirius’ nose digging into his cheek and his nails jaggedly cutting his arm and neck. They barely moved their lips or closed their mouths, just ground their faces together, teeth scraping gratingly over teeth and nipping sharply at each others tongues and lips.
James found himself grunting a little, as Sirius moved his body to lean further over him. Finding he could now use his arms, James quickly slid them up, winding his fingers tightly into Sirius’ hair and forcing their faces even harder together, enjoying the fight and the pain, righteous anger seeping out of him and forming into something else, something that was somehow even more urgent.
He slid one hand back down, fingers wriggling their way under Sirius’ jumper to scrape his nails up the skin there, enjoying the jagged twitch of Sirius’ body as it twisted against his. He probed further, over the sweat and downy-soft hair of Sirius’ spine, before dragging his fingernails down again.
‘Unngh!’ Sirius thrust his hips into him, involuntarily, then tried to pull away suddenly.
‘No, don’t,’ James mumbled, words a slur over Sirius’ tongue. ‘Just, Padfoot-‘ He bent his knees, clamping Sirius’ thighs in place. ‘Just do it.’
That broke any tension, and James felt Sirius’ grin slide open against his cheek, a scratch of teeth on the skin. ‘Oh, you really want it,’ Sirius hissed, and James flicked his thumbnail into the small of his back in revenge, causing another jerk of Sirius’ hips.
‘Yeah, because that isn’t your cock pressing into my stomach?’ James said, quietly triumphant.
Sirius pulled one arm back and swung for another punch, but James’ arms were free too and he managed to roll the both of them over. Half on top, he hitched a knee between Sirius’ legs, trying to get Sirius’ arms above his head but meeting too much resistance. Unable to completely control Sirius, he instead pushed his hips forward, feeling the solid rub of Sirius’ cock and glorying in the way Sirius collapsed limply backwards and groaned.
James quickly crawled atop him, watching the fear and lust in his friend’s eyes. ‘Changed your mind yet?’
‘No!’ Sirius grunted, shoving one hand forward into James’ face.
James snapped his teeth, sucking on a mouthful of the heel of Sirius’ hand, but Sirius succeeded in shoving him away.
More scratches got added to James’ stomach as they kicked and shoved. Sirius sank his teeth into James’ neck again, then further down, to his shoulder, and this was already more like sex than a fight, Sirius sucking lushly on his skin. He tried not to laugh more, because he was surely getting somewhere now, and no-one could pretend this was a normal boyish fight when they were wriggling against each other this way.
‘Give it up,’ James whispered, lips on Sirius’ ear while Sirius struggled to pin him again.
‘No - no,’ Sirius replied, even though James could really feel him now; hard, heavy cock against his hip as they struggled to untangle their legs.
‘Yes,’ James mumbled, looking up at the panic and frustration on Sirius’ face, ‘yes.’ And before he could change his mind, he yanked up Sirius’ shirt and smoothed his hands down over his friend’s belly, lower, until his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of trousers and pants.
Sirius didn’t even try to stop him, not now, not when a fingertip brushed over the head of his cock as it rested, solidly wedged against his tight trousers. James smiled, lazily, and slid his index finger back over, enjoying the clean hitch of Sirius’ breath. He quickly shifted his hands again, neatly breaking open the buttons of his friend’s trousers, hooking thumbs into his underwear and edging both down, leaving Sirius gasping as he rested over him, shoulders trembling as his forearms struggled to hold him up.
‘There,’ James whispered, ‘isn’t that so much better?’
Still somewhat unsure, Sirius was hunched over, half on his knees and staring down at his own naked prick, almost like he was testing it out, hips shifting gently, drawing himself slowly back and forth against James’ belt.
James couldn’t help but smile, surprised at himself for enjoying this so much, for wanting it, for loving the look on Sirius’ face and the way it felt to have the tip of Sirius’ cock nudging gently at his stomach with each rock of their bodies. He bit his lip to stifle his amusement, and maybe even a needy little moan of pleasure, and began to unbuckle his belt.
Just as his hand trailed up his own grateful erection, enjoying the relief and stroking up and down rather more than was needed simply to release himself from his pants, Sirius took advantage of his distraction and hit him in the head again. James lunged for him, shoving him to the floor as they flailed fists at each other, before both gasped, finding themselves side by side, pressed together, and James could feel the smooth, hard skin of Sirius’ cock against his own.
‘Fuck,’ Sirius muttered, but James ignored him and wriggled himself even closer, starting to move his hips. Still angry, Sirius plunged his teeth once again into James’ neck before jerking quickly and climbing on top again with a snarl that sounded to James’ ears more like pure lust than anything else. He clasped Sirius’ chin for a kiss, sighing into it from the warm relief at Sirius yielding finally, enjoying being held down as Sirius lay over him, moving, working their bodies together.
James lost himself in it, in the sticky drag of Sirius’ cock on his as they continued to fight, just playfully, scratches of nails and teeth now more arousing than anything. Sirius’ hands had found their way under him, inside his trousers and pants, were clutching thick handfuls of his arse and his fingers even found their way into the cleft of his buttocks. And it was still good, with hard, dirty, gaping kisses against his lips and neck, the finger now slipping inside him making it even better. With every trembling thrust Sirius gasped; a hot huff of air over James’ cheek, and James curled his fingers tighter into the loosened waistband of Sirius’ jeans, needing to hold on to something.
He knew Sirius was close now; the heat of his breath, the deep flush to his cheeks and the tiny grunt he made with each faster push of his body, and James gave in and just held him, one hand curved to his friend’s arse and the other stroking through the hair at the nape of his neck, almost comforting. Sirius made a strained little choking noise as he came, sticky warmth washing suddenly over James’ belly and cock.
‘James,’ Sirius whispered, but James could do little except breathe heavily in response, his own orgasm close and waiting, tight and almost-painful inside of him.
Sirius rolled slowly off him, his bottom lip catching the corner of James’ mouth as he moved. James was so desperate now and he snapped greedily at Sirius’ lips, asking for a kiss, while he thankfully let a hand drift down and begin to firmly stroke his prick, sighing with relief. He moaned as Sirius kissed him deeper, the pangs of arousal getting sharper and closer, Sirius’ hand first stroking his wet stomach, then shifting to edge James’ hand away. Sirius’ fingers, clammy with sweat, began sliding up and down his cock, and James burst then, as Sirius’ hot, damp palm curved smoothly over the head, the feeling stretching out long and hard as he came into Sirius’ hand.
‘Fuck, fuck-‘ he mumbled
‘Just jealous, were you?’ Sirius whispered, hotly against his ear. ‘Thought I would want Moony and not you as well?’
They kissed, and this time it was gentle, a soft, calm slick of sated mouths. ‘Thought my heart was breaking,’ James said, a hiccup of laughter finding its way into their kiss. Sirius snorted. ‘Or,’ James continued, ‘maybe I was just trying to see what I could get you to do.’
And it was that comment that started them up all over again.