Giving One
“Want the
other half of my sandwich?” Sirius asked, holding it up in front of James’ face
temptingly.
“Yeah,
sure, have half my crisps.” James took the sandwich and handed over his bag. He
leaned forward, elbows on the stone wall, and took a bite. A light breeze swept
past them and caught the Hogwarts flag which stood on the top of a tower just above
their heads.
Sirius
lifted his face to feel it and popped a few crisps into his mouth. It was a hot
spring day and with exams over for the term, everyone was outside enjoying the
sun. There were loads of spots to stretch out and relax, but James and Sirius
knew all of the best ones. Today they’d chosen a spot on the roof in the shadow
of the middle Hogwarts tower where they could look down on the grounds but
remain almost hidden behind the raised melons of the crenellations that ran
around the top of the castle.
“Oy,
Prongs, look over there.” Sirius pointed down to a spot in front of the lake.
“There’s Jenny Thomas in her bathing suit.”
Forgetting
the sandwich at once, he leaned forward a little more to get a better look.
“Wish I had a better prescription,” he muttered, holding onto the side frame of
his glasses to keep them from sliding off his face and over the side of the
giant castle.
Sirius
nudged the pocket where James kept his wand. “Let’s use a magnification spell.”
“Ohhh good
thinking!” James pulled out his wand and eyed Sirius, who was stuffing more
crisps into his mouth. “I said half the bag.”
Sirius made
a face at him. “Look, I didn’t count how many were in here. I’ll pay you back
if I eat too many.”
“You’d
better,” he joked. He aimed his wand at Sirius and uttered the magnification
spell. “Magnificaro!” Like a picture, the image of Sirius sprang up
in-between the two of them, though Sirius’ face was magnified several times.
James muttered something playfully about shifty eyes, then turned his wand
towards the lake.
The
aforementioned Jenny Thomas had already entered the water by this time, but
James got a good look at her from the waist up as she splashed her friend,
Violet Perkings. James shifted a little and hungrily took another bite of the
sandwich. “Mmm… I’d definitely give her one.”
Taking his
eyes from the image James’ wand projected, Sirius grinned and leaned forward.
He crossed his arms on the top of the wall to look down again. “Which one,
James?”
“Both,”
James answered, watching as Violet splashed back, bouncing in the water. Then
he aimed the wand elsewhere, scanning about to see who else they could find.
“There’s Frederick,” James said as the year-younger Ravenclaw Quidditch team
beater came onto the screen.
Sirius
leaned back immediately and scooted closer to James to get the best look
possible. “I’d give him one,” Sirius growled softly. “Merlin, just look at that
arse. And those thighs. All hard from being on a broomstick… oh! To the right,
to the right!” The image of Frederick Watson’s arse was replaced by the blonde
Richard Prang. Sirius sighed at the sight. Richard had sharp but handsome
features and, shirtless at the moment, a chest to die for. “I’d do him in an
instant.”
“You’ve
always had a weakness for men with muscles,” James chuckled.
Sirius
practically drooled as he nodded. “He’s got just the right amount… and that
beautiful smooth chest and a light tan…”
James shook
his head. “It’s a wonder you date Moony with tastes like this.”
Appalled, Sirius
punched James hard in the arm.
James
dropped his wand and slapped his hand to the spot on his arm. “Ow! Pads!”
“I can’t
believe you’d say that, joking or not,” Sirius shouted, rage in his eyes. James
could tell Sirius was working hard to restrain himself. “Remus is handsome and
smart and caring and shags like a rabbit. I don’t really want anyone else.” He
crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. “Besides, you promised not to
mention him if I didn’t mention Evans.”
James
recovered his wand and set it down safely so it pointed at and magnified the
wall. He didn’t need it to see that his best mate was tearing up. He wrapped an
arm around Sirius’ waist and rested his head on Sirius’ shoulder. “Hey, I’m
sorry. And you know it was just a joke. But I still shouldn’t have said it.” He
tightened his arm around Sirius with a squeeze. “And I know he’ll take you
back. He’s mad about you, even if he is mad at you. Look at me and Lily.” Not
that they were the best example, considering Lily still had trouble being
around him for more than ten minutes without losing her temper at something he
did.
Sirius
shook his head. “It’s not the same with guys. And it’s not the same with Remus.
He’s… he’s different. He’s special.” Sirius crunched the empty crisp bag in his
palm and rubbed his wrist against each eye as he gave a sniffle. He coughed and
shook his head again. “I’m just looking today, you know that. Doesn’t hurt to
look. Especially when I haven’t had any in weeks.”
James
chuckled. “Good, because I just spotted Mick and Davies necking under a tree.”
Perking up,
Sirius immediately turned. “Where?” James aimed his wand and the picture of the
two Hufflepuff boys snogging hovered just above the tip of James’ wand. James
could tell by Sirius’ expression that his friend was still thinking about
Remus, and the last time they had kissed this way. But Sirius’ spirits seemed
much lighter and when Mick and Davies headed inside hand-in-hand, Sirius
pointed out August Miller sunbathing not far from the lake.
“Oh, I’d give
her one!” James declared, looking her over longingly.
Sirius
noticed James’ hand slipping to his waist and cupping at his crotch. He
suspected James’ reaction to August was largely due to the fact that she had a
familiar shade of red hair. James’ private parts didn’t seem to care that it
wasn’t actually Lily. “Oy, Jamie,” he said, reaching over and guiding James’
other hand so the wand pointed elsewhere. “Better point it at another bloke or
you’re liable to explode right in front of me.”
James
blushed slightly, but kept his hand on his crotch as he readjusted himself. “You’re
just jealous and want a hard-on, too,” James chuckled. He pointed the wand back
at August.
Sirius
grinned. “I’m already packing, mate. Now give us a good one, will you?”
James scanned the grounds. There
were at least fifty students outside this afternoon now that lunch was over and
the sun was out. But his wand scanned over a few potential picks until Sirius
called out for him to stop. “There. Mmph…”
Sirius gave himself a rub to get himself in order. With a sigh, “Ohhh yeah.
That’s it.”
The Marsdon twins were sitting out,
one with his shirt off and the other with his legs wide and elbows resting on
his thighs. “Let me guess,” James said with a chuckle. “You’d give ‘em one?”
“Bloody
right I would. Resist twins? You must be mental! Twins. One in front and one
behind. Merlin yes I’d give them one.” He rubbed his cock through his trousers
at the thought of it.
They were
silent for a while, apart from some heavy breathing. The twins were talking to
each other, though James and Sirius could not make out what they were saying.
Sirius had a very vivid imagination, however.
“Sirius?”
James said finally, putting down his wand and looking over. Their eyes met, and
then quickly James looked down. “Would you… I mean… you would ever do me?”
Sirius
laughed and said casually, “Yeah sure, James. You’re a stud.” He leaned over,
bumping shoulders with James.
James shook
his head. “I didn’t mean it as a joke, mate. It just seems like you’d shag
anyone you could get your paws on and… well, what about me?”
With a
sigh, Sirius slipped his arm around James’ back and squeezed. “I love you,
Jamie. You know that. You’re my best friend. And you’re not hard on the eyes
one bit. So yeah. Of course I’d do you. But you’re straight.” He shrugged.
“So are the
twins,” James pointed out, though he spoke rather softly and avoided eye
contact with Sirius still.
“That’s why
I’m only watching. I may be hard up but I’m not a cad.”
“What about
watching me?”
Sirius sighed
and released his hold on James. “What is this all of a sudden? The way you’re
talking I’d almost think you wanted me to shag you.” James was silent. Silent,
but he shrugged and tilted his head a little. “James? You want…” Sirius moved
closer, right up against James’ side. “You want me to shag you?” James
hesitated, then nodded. Sirius shook his head. “No, you’ve got to say it. And not
just because I want to hear it… I need to know that’s what you want.”
James took
a deep breath and spoke, though he kept his eyes turned down. “I’m not a pofter
all of a sudden. Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m just hard… I’m hard and all your
talking just now doesn’t help. You and Remus are always going on about how good
it feels and I figure if I’m ever going to try it, might as well be with my
best friend.” He swallowed hard and looked up. “That is, if you could. I know
you don’t fancy me like that but if you could fancy me just a little. Enough.
Whatever enough is. Then I’d like to. I’d like for you to. I really would.
Merlin I’m hard.” Apparently talking, or more accurately rambling, about it had
not done anything to decrease James’ urges, which was a good sign. He shoved
his hand into his trousers and sighed at the relief his own touch brought.
“Maybe I just need a good wank. I need something. Anything.” He looked up at
Sirius hopefully.
What James
needed, he couldn’t get. Sirius understood that. He understood it only too
well. Without hesitation, Sirius unbuttoned James’ trousers, untucked the
shirt, and plunged his own hand beneath James’ shorts. James wasn’t lying a bit
when he said he was hard. And immediately Sirius’ hand pushed James’ out of the
way and began stroking. Turning, Sirius scooted up against James’ side and
pressed his own erection against one of James’ thighs. He sighed at the
sensation and had to work hard to resist grinding into James and coming right
then and there. After a few more urgent strokes, he broke off and began tearing
at James’ shirt as James did the same to him.
No one
could see them, up on the roof like this. They moved far back enough so that
they could not be spotted from the ground, and no one could spot them out of
the tower windows. Sirius pulled off James’ shirt and tie, and slid his
trousers and shorts down to his knees. Less experienced at the art of
undressing someone else, James only managed to unbutton the stiff white shirt
and tug Sirius’ trousers down in the same amount of time. That, however, was
enough.
“On your
knees,” Sirius said, grabbing James and turning him around.
James
obeyed, albeit a bit more slowly than Sirius would have preferred. “Is it…”
James panted as Sirius ran his hands against James’ arse. “Is it going to
hurt?”
Sirius
pulled James’ arse cheeks apart a bit and grinned. “Oh, almost certainly.” He
leaned forward, rubbing his crotch against James’ rear. James shuddered. “Still
game?” James hesitated to answer. Sirius leaned forward more, pressing his
exposed chest against James’ back. He kissed beneath James’ ear and whispered
softly, “I love you, you know. This isn’t going to change that. But this is
just for fun.” Experimentation was a natural part of growing up. Sirius was
merely surprised it had taken James so long to approach him on the subject. He
supposed it probably had less to do with curiosity and more to do with his lack
of success of late where Lily Evans was concerned. “It doesn’t mean anything
except that we’re horny and hot and bored.” James nodded, and Sirius kissed
beneath his ear again when the head came back into range. “Besides, it’s not good
unless it hurts a little. So shall we go for it?”
James
nodded and swallowed. Sirius reached around James and found his cock. It wasn’t
quite as hard as before, but a few strokes later and James was bucking madly
and moaning. “Yes…” he panted. “Oh-ohhhh yes. Please go for it.”
Sirius
grinned. He repositioned James, so the other boy was sitting as though kneeling
but with his legs folded and his arse resting upon his heels. Then he guided
James forward a little and James supported himself by keeping his arms locked
straight and his palms down on the stone roof of the castle. “That’s it,”
Sirius whispered breathlessly and nodded approvingly. He nudged James’ legs
apart and reached between them to cup his friend’s balls. James moaned again
and closed his eyes more tightly. “Yeah. That’s it. Just relax and enjoy.”
As James
prepared himself for entry, Sirius slapped on some lube from the bottle he
always carried in his pocket. Once upon a time, he’d kept it by his bed for
masturbating at night or in the morning. When he and Remus had been a thing, he
took to carrying it around so they could sneak in a quick shag whenever they
could find a time and a place for it. They’d never tried the roof, though. At
least, not in the daytime like this with everyone about. The thrill was rather
exciting. Sirius made a mental note to try this again if Remus ever took him
back.
Sirius
could tell James was nervous about the next part. No amount of fondling between
James’ legs would take care of that. “I’m going to stick my finger in first,”
Sirius explained. “Just so you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” James
nodded in understanding, though he closed his eyes and tensed up to prepare
himself. “This is supposed to be fun and enjoyable, not work or something to be
scared about. So just let me make you feel good.,” Sirius soothed. There
wouldn’t be much of anything unless James relaxed properly. More fondling would
take care of that. He ran a hand up and down James’ side, stroking soothingly. Then
he slid his hand around to grab at James’ erection again. He gave it a few
strong strokes and James moaned happily. Sirius took the opportunity to slide
two fingers into James, taking him unawares.
James
tensed around them and gasped at the pain. Then exclaimed, “Bloody h—” He
stopped immediately as Sirius’ fingers slid back out, then in again to press
against James’ prostate. “Hhhhhhh…” James exhaled harshly.
“Thought
you’d like that.” Sirius smiled, pulling his fingers out. James was certainly warmed
up now. Sirius slid himself in slowly. James tensed a little, but seemed far
more interested at the pleasurable sensations. “That’s good,” Sirius assured
him.
James
nodded enthusiastically. “Good,” he echoed. “Want… want more,” he said a bit
shyly. Sirius was all too happy to comply. He began thrusting in and out at a
moderate rate, all the while paying attention to the way James was breathing
and looking. And though James was grunting at nearly every thrust, there was
also a smile on his face.
Sirius had
one to match, though he had to fight against his instincts to speed up his
thrusts. He was sure James would not mind it being over more quickly than
normal, but Sirius also did not want James to think it was so easy and quick.
Besides, James was an interesting fit. He was tight and warm but in an inviting
sort of way. His friend’s apprehensiveness made him all the more attractive, as
far as Sirius was concerned. And the way James moaned when Sirius went in
deeply and hit his prostate was even more encouraging. He was careful and
controlled with his thrusts, trying to make them good and enjoy them at the
same time.
He kept
stroking James’ hard cock throughout, and he could feel it throbbing with heat and
leaking the way he was sure his own was, buried deep inside his friend. This
observation made his urges intensify, and he longed to speed up. But he did not
want James to think he was being used. He wanted James to know he was enjoying
himself, that he found this special, as well. “You’re so hot,” Sirius remarked
in a breathy whisper. His free hand reached up his fingers momentarily brushed
against James’ lips. Then they caressed James’ side and chest. James was strong
and muscular, and there was more hair beneath Sirius’ fingertips than he was
used to. But Sirius could feel, not only hear, the heavy breaths and moans of
pleasure. He wanted James to know he was enjoying this just as much.
“James…” he
started. “You’re making me…” His voice cut off as James moved back in eager
anticipation of his next thrust, and Sirius’ body surged with delight. He
barely fought back the urge and he moved his hand back to James’ thigh to hold
himself steady. “Oh, James!” he said, unable to stop himself from speeding up
both in his thrusts and in his handling of James’ cock. “I—”
“Close,
too,” James told him, closing his eyes. He still grunted, but now the grunts
were more high-pitched and desperate-sounding. “Merlin… Sirius… you’re so…
bloody good!”
Grinning
broadly, Sirius changed his stroking technique. The now over-handed grip and
pulling made James moan even more. Sirius tried to keep up with the stroking
but as he reached his orgasm, his hand slowed and rhythm broke. It did not
matter, and James probably did not notice, as James came as well. Matching
groans filled the air. They both tensed and then relaxed at roughly the same
time.
Sirius made
sure James was all right and would not collapse before sliding out and reaching
for his wand. James seemed almost frozen in place as he knelt there, seeming a
bit stunned by it all. But Sirius took care of him, wrapping an arm around
James’ shoulders then performing a few standard cleaning spells. James leaned
into him instinctively. Used to Remus cuddling up against him after sex, even
before cleaning spells, Sirius gave James a squeeze but resisted the urge to
routinely snuggle and kiss. Instead, Sirius reached for the discarded clothes.
When clothes were back in place, they both sat
back against the stone tower. A light breeze washed over them, cooling them off
and bringing them back to the real world.
Sirius
pulled a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and slid one out. A simple
charm and flick of his wand lit the cigarette. He took a long drag and exhaled
with a sigh and smile. Clearly he had enjoyed himself; James did not need to
ask or worry that his inexperience might have interfered with Sirius’ pleasure.
James
watched Sirius out of the corner of his eye. Trying to sound cool and natural, he
requested, “Can I bum a fag?”
With a
chuckle, Sirius shook his head. “Sorry, this is my last one.” He gestured with
the cigarette between two fingers. “You don’t usually smoke, James.”
“Don’t
usually take it up the arse, either,” James replied.
“Good
point.” Sirius flicked off a bit of ash and bent his wrist towards James’.
“Have a drag of mine if you like.”
James had a
bit of a smoke, though coughed more than he inhaled. Slightly embarrassed, he
passed it back. “It’s good,” he told Sirius. “As was the sex.”
Sirius
raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “So you liked it in the end, did you?”
Still a bit
flushed, James nodded. “Think I prefer being on the other end, actually. But,
yeah. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. I, ah, I can see how you get
that Casanova reputation, Padfoot.”
“That’s
me,” Sirius said with a chuckle and exhalation of smoke. The ironic part was
that James was largely to thank for starting and encouraging that reputation on
Sirius’ behalf. They both knew how many of the rumors had no truth behind them.
“A talented, considerate, fantastic lover, I am.” He sighed deeply. “Albeit
completely single once again.” James nodded with great empathy. “So, did you
think of Lily?”
James shook
his head. “Thought I would have to. But, no, not even for a second.” He
hesitated, not entirely sure he wanted the answer, but then asked, “Did you
think of Remus then?”
“For a
brief moment at the beginning,” Sirius admitted. “I was thinking it would be
nice to take him up here some time. But now I don’t think I would, in honor of
the memory of this.”
Laughing,
James shook his head. “Now I see why you went for Remus. Deep down you’re just
as sappy as he is.”
“Sappy but
satisfied,” Sirius replied. He glanced down at the grounds again, not really
aware or caring who was who any more, apart from a fleeting glimmer of hope
that perhaps Remus was around. His eyes eventually fell upon the empty bag of
crisps. “Still a little hungry, though, honestly.”
James stood
and checked to be sure his shirt was all tucked in and in order, as though a
few wrinkles would make everyone who saw him suspect he’d just had sex with his
best friend on the roof. Luckily, his hair always looked mussed. “What do you
say we go raid the kitchens?” He held out his hand to give Sirius help to
stand.
With a
smile, Sirius agreed whole-heartedly and stamped out the rest of his cigarette.
Then he took James’ hand and was pulled to his feet. James gave Sirius’ hand a tight
squeeze before releasing it. Sirius nodded and clapped James on the back, then
led the way down.