such_heights | James/Sirius for pink

trowica, thank you so much for your card! Felt! Stars! Shiny things! It was all terribly exciting =)

And now, a ficlet for

pink_faerie81, as requested. I meant to post this out to you, but alas my organisation wasn't quite up to it.

James/Sirius (!), 400 words, PG-13.

Breathless and laughing on Christmas Day, they were racing each other down the corridors. Sirius started off in the lead, but he wasn’t built for endurance, and James was catching up. The portrait hole was in sight, and he made a last break for it, drawing level with Sirius.

“Double… double… toil and… trouble,” James panted, and the Fat Lady obligingly started to swing open. James sent a quick Jelly-Legs Sirius’ way, who promptly tripped on the step, then charged through the entrance victorious.

“You bastard.” Sirius staggered in after him and leant against the wall, exhausted. “You cheating bastard.”

“I did nothing! You’re just making excuses for your own ineptitude.” James looked very smug indeed, and Sirius huffed loudly.

They returned to their dormitory, blissfully free of anyone but them. Much as James loved (well, felt appropriate and manly affection for) Remus and Peter, he wasn’t exactly complaining it was just him and Sirius for a couple of weeks, you know?

They had amassed quite the booty throughout the day, mostly from James’ parents, but owls had come from Peter and Remus too, bringing pranking items, Quidditch merchandise and what might have been the entire range from Honeydukes.

In his excitement, Sirius appeared to have Transfigured spontaneously into Padfoot – this whole Animagi thing was still shaky and early days – and was now bounding around the room delightedly. Laughing, James grabbed his pair of novelty antlers (always the comedian, Peter) and plonked them on Padfoot’s head, who promptly wagged his tail and looked ridiculous.

Then James sagged onto his bed, the combination of strenuous exercise and a stomach full of Christmas lunch finally getting the better of him. Now a boy once again, Sirius leaned against a bedpost with a raised eyebrow.

“Past it already? C’mon Prongs, the day is young!”

James groaned. “I never want to get up again.”

“Alright then. I’m sure we can work around that somehow.”

And Sirius’ hands were suddenly at James’ shirt buttons, and fingers were brushing against his ribcage, and this was definitely helping with the post-gorge inertia. James loved Remus and Peter, he really did, but sometimes just having Sirius around wasn’t such a bad thing.

Sirius’ mouth was at his jaw line and somehow his hands seemed to be everywhere and James decided not to worry about Remus and Peter too much. Sirius growled, James grinned, and then gave in to this affection that was most certainly inappropriate and probably not very manly either.

James/Sirius for pink_faerie81

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