Who: Sirius & James What: Talking about boy & maybe girl When: Monday morning, May 9th Where: The Potters, James's room. James's bed. Warnings: Awesomeness Status: Incomplete
Sirius had been planning on telling James he had resolved all lingering awkwardness with Remus when he got back Sunday night, but that...whole night had gone incredibly amazingly sexily different than he had thought when he left to go to Remus's that he had just...let it soak overnight in his brain. It took a bit of wrapping around. Remus was his best friend, and it wasn't the same as any other bloke, couldn't be, because of that.
But Sirius didn't want to over-do the whole thing and talk about it like girls. He did want to tell James, though he couldn't resist the temptation to have a bit of fun with it. So he had woken up and showered before James did. It wasn't hard, given they both liked to sleep in at times. But as much as Sirius grumbled in the morning, he did actually get up pretty consistently at a decent hour. Dressing, he chose slightly better fit jeans and a white wifebeater. Brushing through his hair, Sirius laughed. Oh, Prongs had better be ready, he smirked.
James, as expected, was still asleep in bed. Sirius gently prodded him onto his back before - on top of the blankets - somewhat lying atop him. His head rested on his hands on James's chest, and Sirius whistled a little bit before repeating James's name over and over.