Across the room, Sirius and Peter were drinking and gesturing, while Remus listened on with raised eyebrows. Peter must have said something funny, because Sirius threw his head back and laughed uproariously; James's heart skipped a beat. He stared for long moments, his gaze trailing greedily over the familiar and unexpectedly painful sight. It had been weeks since James had last seen Sirius, and he looked good. Well, he always looked good, but something about him was different. His jeans were still sinfully tight, his hair artfully mussed, and he still insisted on wearing his unfairly sexy leather jacket, even though they were indoors. Everything about him was exactly the same, but in James's opinion, he had never looked better.
He certainly hadn't looked this good when they'd been fooling around, back before James had finally managed to wear Lily down with his undeniable charm. Speaking of, Lily appeared before him with a smile. She handed James a cold beer (keeping the bottle of pumpkin juice for herself) and leaned in close to give him a soft kiss on the cheek.
"It's nice having everybody over, isn't it?" She murmured with a genuine smile. "Seems like it's been ages since we've all been free at the same time."
James nodded absently, only half-listening to his lovely fiancé. The other half of him was lost in a hazy swirl of memories, rough fingertips trailing over the curve of his bicep, stubble burn on the inside of his thighs, a hard body pinning him down as pleasure popped behind his eyelids. He blinked and tried to clear his mind. That had been years ago, and it had been ages since he'd thought of Sirius like that. James didn't know why his mind seemed insistent on bringing up ancient history now. He squeezed Lily's hand, and the hard pressure of her new ring dug into his finger. Maybe he did know why.
At the other end of the room, Sirius looked up from his conversation and his eyes locked with James's. His lips quirked into a cocky grin, and James wondered if he was just imagining the flare of heat in his eyes. Sirius reached down and pulled out a pack of smokes. James bit his lip. There was no way he'd be able to watch Sirius's lips wrap around a cigarette and not be dragged back into memories of the way that mouth felt around his cock.
"Not in my house, Sirius Black!" Lily yelled out, her voice jarringly loud beside him. James winced. When she shouted like that, she sometimes reminded James uncomfortably of his mum. Though he couldn't blame her for not wanting anybody to smoke in the house.
Sirius smirked and tossed Lily a salute as he headed upstairs towards the balcony. His eyes raked over James's form in a blatant invitation to join him. James shivered. Waffled. Kissed Lily's cheek with an apologetic smile and followed Sirius up the stairs.
Sirius was standing on the balcony off James and Lily's bedroom, the burning ember of his cigarette the only thing James could make out in the inky blackness of the night. He paused at the door to their room, hesitating for moment before casting a series of locking spells that not even Lily would be able to undo without some effort. James didn't let himself think about why.
The spring air was crisp and cool, and the night was silent but for the faint sound of music and chatter from downstairs. James leaned against the door, feeling unbearably awkward. It wasn't supposed to be like this between them. They'd been best mates for years, and things had never felt strange before. Not when they'd been fucking. Not even when James called it off. James looked quietly out into the night and tried not to fidget under the weight of Sirius's burning stare.
"What do you want, Prongs?"
"What?"
"Why'd you come out here? What are you looking for?"
"Nothing." His voice was a whisper.
"Liar." Sirius's voice was tinged with a surprising bitterness, but when James looked up, his expression was a mask of good humour. "I know what you want. I always know what you want."
"Yeah." James wasn't sure if he meant it to be a question or an agreement.
Pairing: James/Sirius, background James/Lily
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~2,000
Across the room, Sirius and Peter were drinking and gesturing, while Remus listened on with raised eyebrows. Peter must have said something funny, because Sirius threw his head back and laughed uproariously; James's heart skipped a beat. He stared for long moments, his gaze trailing greedily over the familiar and unexpectedly painful sight. It had been weeks since James had last seen Sirius, and he looked good. Well, he always looked good, but something about him was different. His jeans were still sinfully tight, his hair artfully mussed, and he still insisted on wearing his unfairly sexy leather jacket, even though they were indoors. Everything about him was exactly the same, but in James's opinion, he had never looked better.
He certainly hadn't looked this good when they'd been fooling around, back before James had finally managed to wear Lily down with his undeniable charm. Speaking of, Lily appeared before him with a smile. She handed James a cold beer (keeping the bottle of pumpkin juice for herself) and leaned in close to give him a soft kiss on the cheek.
"It's nice having everybody over, isn't it?" She murmured with a genuine smile. "Seems like it's been ages since we've all been free at the same time."
James nodded absently, only half-listening to his lovely fiancé. The other half of him was lost in a hazy swirl of memories, rough fingertips trailing over the curve of his bicep, stubble burn on the inside of his thighs, a hard body pinning him down as pleasure popped behind his eyelids. He blinked and tried to clear his mind. That had been years ago, and it had been ages since he'd thought of Sirius like that. James didn't know why his mind seemed insistent on bringing up ancient history now. He squeezed Lily's hand, and the hard pressure of her new ring dug into his finger. Maybe he did know why.
At the other end of the room, Sirius looked up from his conversation and his eyes locked with James's. His lips quirked into a cocky grin, and James wondered if he was just imagining the flare of heat in his eyes. Sirius reached down and pulled out a pack of smokes. James bit his lip. There was no way he'd be able to watch Sirius's lips wrap around a cigarette and not be dragged back into memories of the way that mouth felt around his cock.
"Not in my house, Sirius Black!" Lily yelled out, her voice jarringly loud beside him. James winced. When she shouted like that, she sometimes reminded James uncomfortably of his mum. Though he couldn't blame her for not wanting anybody to smoke in the house.
Sirius smirked and tossed Lily a salute as he headed upstairs towards the balcony. His eyes raked over James's form in a blatant invitation to join him. James shivered. Waffled. Kissed Lily's cheek with an apologetic smile and followed Sirius up the stairs.
Sirius was standing on the balcony off James and Lily's bedroom, the burning ember of his cigarette the only thing James could make out in the inky blackness of the night. He paused at the door to their room, hesitating for moment before casting a series of locking spells that not even Lily would be able to undo without some effort. James didn't let himself think about why.
The spring air was crisp and cool, and the night was silent but for the faint sound of music and chatter from downstairs. James leaned against the door, feeling unbearably awkward. It wasn't supposed to be like this between them. They'd been best mates for years, and things had never felt strange before. Not when they'd been fucking. Not even when James called it off. James looked quietly out into the night and tried not to fidget under the weight of Sirius's burning stare.
"What do you want, Prongs?"
"What?"
"Why'd you come out here? What are you looking for?"
"Nothing." His voice was a whisper.
"Liar." Sirius's voice was tinged with a surprising bitterness, but when James looked up, his expression was a mask of good humour. "I know what you want. I always know what you want."
"Yeah." James wasn't sure if he meant it to be a question or an agreement.