[For James]

[not_the_grim]

Neil hitting him was really the least painful part of their argument last night, but that doesn't make Sirius any more eager to let James see the result of it. He'd managed to slip off this morning before James was fully awake, but there's only so long Sirius can avoid him

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[dammitjames]

As it was, James was on his daily jog. Being stuck on an island in some otherworldly dimension didn't mean he had to let himself go and he certainly was not. The air was fogging up his glasses, but he could still make out the distinctive saunter of one Sirius Black in front of him, all long legs and fast lines. God, James wanted to hit him.

From this angle, he couldn't rightly tell that someone had been there already. He come up beside Sirius and, instead of clobbering him over the head, James grappled him around the neck and shoulders with one arm and slowed down to a steady walk so he wouldn't be dragging Sirius...too much.

"What are you doing out here all alone?" he half panted. "Don't you know someone could snatch you up and pull you into the trees?"

[not_the_grim]

"You say that as if it's a bad thing," Sirius retorts, instantly swayed by the weight of James' arm, by the scent of sweat on his skin. An impulse kindles, irresistible: Sirius lacks weight but not impetus, and drags James off the path, pushes him against a tree as he pushes his tongue into his mouth, eagerly tastes spearmint and tea and his best friend. Long fingers hasty against James' waistband, Sirius drops to his knees, right then and there, and begins working James' trousers open.

[dammitjames]

Despite his stupidly skinny frame, Sirius was much quicker and agile than he looked. James began to say something, but the words were garbled as Sirius pried his mouth open with his tongue. What was he tasting? A cut? The urge to both force his own tongue against him or punch him for his utter audacity were both very strong, even moreso when he felt his spine press against a tree.

Once Sirius was on his knees, James thought that was more like it, and his fingers pressed, spreading through the easy strands of Sirius' hair which he now very much intended to turn into a mussy crop. He fisted a handful at the back of Sirius' neck and gave it a yank, to force Sirius to look up --

Sirius' fingers were coaxing his fastens open, but James suddenly torn between satisfying the primal urges that were suddenly in his cock and a swell of confused anger at the bloom of purple lining Sirius' jaw and the swollen red on his lip. It shouldn't have been surprising, this was Sirius after all, and it wasn't, not really

[not_the_grim]

"Nothing," Sirius immediately replies, knowing that answer won't fly but staring defiantly up at James nevertheless. "Said something I ought not've," which is certainly true enough, but not much of an explanation. He gives his head a jerk against the fingers clamped in his hair. "Can I get back to what I was doing now, or are you going to continue the bloody third degree?"