"Are they? I never really thought about it that much." He grazed Sirius' cheek with the back of the hand, feeling the five o'clock shadow rub against his skin. "It must be, because I have this gorgeous man in my bed and my life."
He chuckled. "Uncle Percy likes to think he's God, but unfortunately even he can't do much with mother nature. Besides, why are you complaining? You're home. You don't have to go out unless you want to, although... we should really take the time to go to Muggle London. It's so nice this time of the year. I bet you won't recognise it from when you were my age."
James' eyebrow arched and he smirked. "Does it mean that you want your private stash of pictures with me naked?" he asked, not surprised in the least that Sirius would think of something like that. "And I'd say a few days, maybe weeks, nothing too long."