Back To School Fest FIC: Why Don't You Come Here? [James/Sirius, James/Kingsely; light R] Title: Why Don't You Come Here? Author/Artist:mindabbles Characters/Pairing: James/Sirius, James/Kingsley Rating: light R Disclaimer: I am sorry to say that I don't own James, Sirius, or Kingsley. Warnings/kinks: Tiny bit of voyeurism and a tease at the end. Notes: This is for the 2008 Back to School Fest and is the second in an arc of four fics, all for prompt #17, "Yeah, I see what you mean Remus," said a bald black wizard standing farthest back; he had a deep, slow voice and wore a single gold hoop in his ear. "He looks exactly like James." -Kingsley Shacklebolt. This one also uses the prompt: Whisper. Many thanks to elizassecret for the beta. Summary: His thoughts, as they were wont to do, wandered to twinkling hazel eyes, lean, muscular shoulders, and a Quidditch-toned arse. Category(s): Romance/Fluff, UST (resolved next time, I promise).
"You're just using me," Sirius whispered. Kingsley could hear the smirk in his voice.
He told himself that his only reason for being here was to try and figure out what James liked, what he looked for. He was studying and biding his time until he gathered the courage to approach James himself.
James slapped Sirius lightly on the arse, the wet sound echoing through the showers. "What are you on about?" he asked.
Kingsley had figured out last year that if he stayed behind after everyone had left and did his best to fade into the corner, he could gain a slightly obstructed view of the changing room showers through the edge of the curtains.
"You know. You're only using me until Evans says yes and then you'll toss me aside like yesterday's Prophet," Sirius said in mock hurt tone. "I saw you talking to her today." He sniffed loudly and then it sounded as if he could barely complete his sentence for holding back laughter. He heard a second slap as Sirius smacked James' arse.
In the time that he had been spying on James, Kingsley had noticed that James liked to read the editorials in the Daily Prophet, and that he took his tea with one sugar and just a spot of milk. He had figured out that James liked to be teased, that he always tipped his head back and bit his lower lip when he came, and that he liked to watch Sirius come and then come himself. He had also figured out that Sirius and James had one strange relationship. The odd thing of it was that neither of them seemed to mind.
"Not talking to her now," James said, a sudden intensity in his voice and Kingsley could just make out two wet bodies colliding and hands running desperately up and down each others' backs.
They did the same thing each time. Kingsley had watched it so many times that he could almost feel it. They pressed against each other, skin sliding until it was hotter than the water pounding down around them. Hands reached for cocks, stroking and rubbing until they were both gasping and swearing.
He had learned this summer, courtesy of a boy called Graham who lived in his village, that there was a lot more than that you could do with another bloke. They'd been mates when they were kids, but they had drifted apart when Graham stayed behind to be home-schooled and work at the family bakery. On a warm night in June they'd met up at the quarry and found out that they had something unexpected in common.
It had been harder than Kingsley expected to come back to Hogwarts this year and leave Graham and his marzipan-flavoured kisses at home.
The first weeks of the term had dragged—until now. It was the first Quidditch practice of the year. Kingsley was thrilled that James and Sirius were up to their usual tricks, but he was distracted. All he could think about was being the one to teach James what else you could do with your hands.
James groaned loudly and then opened his mouth in a silent gasp, his head tipped back as the water streamed down the arc of his throat. His teeth found the soft curve of his bottom lip and bit. Kingsley held back his own gasp and his hand moved to press against his aching cock as he imagined it was him making James look like that.
It was time for him to go—before they finished—and get back to the privacy of his bed curtains for a long, slow wank. Just as Kingsley rose to go, Black turned and looked over his shoulder, peering directly through that gap in the curtain. He purposefully caught Kingsley's eye and winked.
*
The warm weather quickly disappeared and it was October before Kingsley knew it. A few things had changed. Ever since the day he'd been discovered, he hadn't lingered in changing room after practice. His observations of James were confined to actual Quidditch practice and moments in the common room or at meals.
It was better, in a fashion. He still got to see James and talk to him and more often than not, James talked back. He still had all his memories of the way James had moved his hands on Sirius and the sounds James had made just before he came.
And with each passing day it was easier and easier to insert himself and completely remove Sirius from the picture.
His seat at dinner this evening was excellent, two down and diagonally across from James. Each time he sipped his pumpkin juice he had an excuse to look directly at James.
Sirius no longer sat next to James. Sirius sat next to Remus. Sometimes Lily sat next to James and sometimes Peter did. Tonight it was Peter.
Peter looked down at his plate and swirled his fork through the gravy from his steak and kidney pie.
"I hate steak and kidney pie," Peter said. "Hate it.
James raised one eyebrow in a way that made Kingsley's stomach swoop and said, "What the hell'd you take such a bloody great piece for then?"
"I always think I should like it," Peter said forlornly. "And then I have this muck on my plate and no room for mash where it won't touch the gravy."
"Smart man, Wormtail," James said, nodding at Peter and looking dead-sexy doing it. "You do know what kidneys do, right?"
Sirius stopped with a forkful of pie crust and meat halfway to his mouth and said, "Spare us Prongs, you'll put me right off my dinner."
"Seriously, though. When you think of it, how can you eat a thing that makes sheep piss?" Peter asked, his mouth screwing up in disgust.
"Fuck, well I'm not going to eat it now," Sirius grumbled and he pushed his plate away and James began to go into fits of laughter.
Remus reached out and pulled it toward himself. "I'll eat it," he said, immediately tucking in to the huge portion of pie. This produced a new peel of laughter from James and it was all Kingsley could do to keep the grin from his face.
"You're really going to put that in your mouth," Peter said, as if resigned to the fact.
"Mmhm," Remus answered through a mouthful.
"Moony, what won't you put in you mouth?" Sirius asked with a mischievous smirk.
Remus cut his eyes to glance sideways at Sirius and flushed crimson while James nearly slipped off his seat laughing, tears streaming down his face.
Kingsley couldn't help it. He smiled. James' infectious laughter was too much.
James looked up just then, catching Kingsley’s eye, and bestowed upon him a smile that took his breath away. James held the smile and the look for a moment and Kingsley's heart stopped.
Remus seemed to say something cheeky and James turned back to his friends and the moment was gone. Kingsley exhaled slowly as the blood began to course back through his veins.
*
There was a spot on the far west side of the lake just behind a huge rock and just before the bushes turned into what could be considered the Forbidden Forest. When Kingsley was younger, he had referred to it in his head as his "thinking spot." However, since completing a series of lessons on children's literature in Muggle Studies, he just called it "The Spot."
The day was unusually warm for mid-October and Kingsley had decided to grab what was likely his last chance until May for a bit of relaxing time outside. His thoughts, as they were wont to do, wandered to twinkling hazel eyes, lean, muscular shoulders, and a Quidditch-toned arse. He was just getting to the good bits when a muffled sound from barely inside the tree-line made him look up.
James and Sirius appeared as if out of thin air. Kingsley started and rubbed his eyes. They were still there when he looked again and he hunkered down behind the bush, trying to blend in with the scenery.
James and Sirius were standing inches apart, smouldering eyes burning into each other. Sirius, with a hair's height advantage over James, was looking down at him, challenging. He reached out and slid his hand around James's waist.
James licked his lips slowly and asked, his voice low and rough, "What are you playing at, dragging me out here?" But he leaned closer, pressing his body against Sirius.
Sirius smiled lasciviously. "Where's Evans?"
"Where's Moony?" James shot back.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Sirius asked. He almost looked shaken and Kingsley was struck with the thought that James was probably the only person who could wipe the haughty look off Sirius' face.
"I know what I hear, Padfoot," James said, lowering his eyes to Sirius' mouth.
"Remus wouldn't care," Sirius whispered, tilting his head and leaning closer.
"Does he know?"
Sirius retreated slightly and frowned as if carefully considering his answer. "He doesn't know I'm here."
"Does he know?" James insisted.
"No, but he's had others, too. It's not like that," Sirius snapped. "You bloody changed the subject. Where's your girlfriend on a Saturday afternoon?"
"Not here."
"Ah, right. Yes. I've got it now. It's not the ginger tresses and soft curves of Evans you're thinking about, is it?" Sirius said, a knowing smile on his face.
"Shut up, Sirius." James sounded irritated, but he grabbed Sirius' wrist as if to hold him there.
"It's not me on your mind either, but I'll do."
"I said, shut up," James said, a warning clear in his voice.
"Don't think I haven't seen you looking. Can't say as I blame you. Shacklebolt's has been looking pretty fit this year. I wouldn't mind showing the lad a thing or two."
Kingsley couldn't stop himself in time. He gasped and it would be a miracle if they hadn't heard it.
"Do you ever stop talking?" James said. He rolled his eyes at Sirius. Kingsley was sure there was finally some amusement in his tone.
Sirius laughed. Then, for the second time in as many months, he turned and looked over his shoulder and stared right at Kingsley. James' eyes followed a split second later and Kingsley felt as if he'd been Stupefied.
"Bloody hell man, are you thick? That's your opening." Then he looked at James, laughed and muttered, "I'll go and find Moony," and strode off.
With every ounce of willpower he possessed, Kingsley stood and faced James over the bushes. He tried to speak, but couldn't begin to imagine what he would say.
James smiled kindly and asked, "What are you doing out here?"
Recovering himself, Kingsley forced his gaze to meet James' and his voice to remain steady as he said, "I could ask you the same thing."
A moment ago, he had been sure that this had all been staged for his benefit. Not only did that seem unforgivably egotistical and overly optimistic, but James' last question seemed so sincere. Maybe it was Sirius.
Then a horrible thought hit him as he remembered who he was dealing with here.
They knew he'd fancied James for years—he was certain he'd been less than subtle. They knew it and the moment he stepped toward James, his heart bleeding open on his sleeve, Sirius and Remus and Peter would leap from behind something and laugh their heads off.
But then James smiled again. He leaned elegantly against a tree and said, "Why don't you come here?"