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Boredom, Flustration and Love Confessions part 4

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They make it back to the castle just before dinner with wide smiles and intertwined hands, several bags hanging from the crooks of their elbows, filled with books, chocolates, a few pieces of jewellery and a couple of scarves and gloves.

When they stop in front of the doors to the Entrance Hall, James pulls Sirius to a stop and turns him so they're facing each other, then gives him a small, pleased smile.

"I had fun today," he says quietly.

Sirius beams back, wraps his arm around James' shoulders, and tugs him closer to brush a lingering kiss on his temple. The paper bags crunch and crumple, but James doesn't care; he melts into the touch with a silent sigh. The gesture is just so... soft. It makes him warm from the inside, and the smile on his lips grows wider even as he feels his cheeks grow red.

"I had fun too," Sirius murmurs against his forehead, then places another small kiss there before pulling back. His cheeks are dusted pale pink, his grey eyes are shining in the light of the moon, and his gloss-slick lips are pulled into a soft smile. James does not ever want to look away.

"So..." James trails away and rocks on the balls of his feet, feeling suddenly nervous. He is not a Gryffindor for nothing, though, so he looks up at Sirius, a weird mix of anticipation, anxiety and hope carving a large hole in his chest. "We, uh- we can do this again, if you'd- if you'd like?"

Sirius blinks at him, and while nobody else would know what he is thinking, James can immediately tell that he is shocked. It's there in the slow, deliberate way his eyelids drop down and lift up again, in the slight parting of his lips, in the way his left thumb twitches towards the belt loop of his ripped jeans. James swallows, trying not to quail under the sudden intensity of Sirius' gaze as it pins him in place. He can't tell what Sirius is thinking, and that just makes this more nerve wracking.

"I- I mean," he stammers, ducking his head so a black curl falls into his eyes, "only if- only if you'd like, of course. You don't- you don't have to, obviously. It was fun- it really was, and I'd love if you went, like, on a date with- with me, but if you don't wan— mmf!"

Sirius' lips are soft.

He moves them over James' mouth slowly, gently, and the younger boy relaxes into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut on their own accord when Sirius brushes the curl out of his face and tucks it behind his ear. It's just a light caress of lips against each other, but James feels warmth and comfort seep into the very marrow his bones. He immediately wants to have more, and it seems like Sirius is on the same page; their shopping bags cascade to the floor with a deafening crash, and James fists a hand in the front of Sirius' shirt to tug him closer. An arm wraps itself around his waist and suddenly he is being held against a firm chest, a hand pressing into the back of his head. Sirius winds the singular long fringe at the back of his head around his index finger and tugs on it, lightly at first, then insistently, to tilt James' head back so he can deepen the kiss.

James throws his arms over Sirius' shoulders and parts his lips, and Sirius grabs the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth and- oh.

James shudders at the first swipe of Sirius' piercing over the inside of his bottom lip, a soft whimper catching in the back of his throat. The metal ball slides across his tongue, and all he can do is grip onto Sirius for dear life as the other boy devours his mouth with such an intensity that James' knees almost buckle. His head is spinning, but the only thing he can think of is Sirius.

His plump lips, the tart blueberry flavour of his gloss, the faint mint and earth smell that clings to him, the heat of his arms, the drag of that damn piercing over the sensitive roof of his mouth—

They break apart with twin gasps when it gets hard to breathe.

James wants to pull Sirius back in. He wants to tug on his hair and moan his name, wants to continue the kiss till he suffocates. He wants to keep the image of Sirius like this— lips red, flushed cheeks and heaving chest, grey eyes practically glowing in the moonlight, mussed long black hair a stark contrast against his porcelain skin— pasted to the back of his eyelids so he may never forget it.

"Fuck," he says, and his voice comes out breathy and high pitched, but he cannot find it in himself to be anything other than completely dazed. "Fuck, that- that was—"

"Ouais," Sirius whispers, voice wonderfully hoarse, and leans forward to press his forehead against James'. Their eyes fall shut, and both of them breathe in tandem, revelling in just holding each other close. "Ouais, je– I know. Me too."

James smiles, and it's a wide, face-splitting expression. His heart thuds loudly and contentedly in his ribcage, and he sighs happily, nuzzling his face into Sirius' jaw and placing a light, fluttering kiss on the edge of it. He gets another tender forehead kiss in return, where he can feel the smile on Sirius' lips imprinting itself into his skin.

"My absurd darling," he says to James, "why wouldn't I want to go on a date with you?"

James turns his head into Sirius' neck to hide his smile and whispers, "so that's a yes, then?"

Sirius buries a chuckle in his hair.

"Yeah, Jamie-beau," he whispers back, like it's their own little secret. "Yeah, I'll go on another date with you."

James lets out a delighted giggle and surges up to claim Sirius' lips for a lightning quick kiss. Then he blinks, and pulls back to frown at Sirius in confusion. "Wait. Another? What do you mean, another?"

Sirius blinks back, just as confused, but then a spark of amusement enters his eyes. He grins and tightens his arms around James' waist.

"Jamie, sweetheart," he says in that fondly exasperated way he saves only for James, and James feels his stomach squirm at the way Sirius' tongue curls around the term of endearment. "today was a date. We went on a date to Hogsmeade, ma biche."

James pulls back, eyes wide.

"What?" he gasps. "No, it wa— oh fuck, it was, wasn't it?"

James groans and buries his head in Sirius' shoulder, an embarrassed flush climbing up his cheeks, and lightly slaps Sirius' back when he feels him shaking with suppressed mirth.

"Be quiet, you," he mutters petulantly, but his own mouth is tugging into a smile.

Sirius bursts out laughing.

The moment they walk into the Gryffindor common room, laden down with shopping bags but with pleased smiles on their faces and their fingers clenched tightly in each other's, Lily and Remus shoot up in their seats with victorious screams.

"FUCKING FINALLY," they yell in synchronisation, and James turns his face into Sirius' shoulder to hide his laugh. A deafening wolf whistle pierces through the air, and they turn to look at Marlene, who is lounging in a chaise near the fireplace.

"GET IN, CAPTAIN," she crows, and the rest of the Quidditch team breaks into jeers and applause. James beams at them, a rosy flush colouring his bronze cheeks.

Sirius grins and curls an arm around his waist, then drags him to the stairs and up to the dormitory.

"Show my boy a good time, Black," Lily yells after them to the background noise of hooting and hollering from the rest of the students, and James makes a soft sound that is equal parts amusement and embarrassment, but then Sirius is leaning over his shoulder and running his nose lightly over his jaw.

"Oh, I intend to," he breathes, right next to James' ear, and James can't help the shudder that wracks his body.

"You do, do you?" he murmurs back as he pushes open the dormitory door. Sirius hums, and dumps the bags on the bed.

The second the door swings shut he pounces, pressing James up against the wood and licking into his mouth with a fervour that pulls a loud, startled moan from him. Cold hands slip under his sweater and shirt to grip tightly at his waist, and he buries his own fingers into Sirius' long hair, tugging on it and biting down on Sirius' bottom lip.

Sirius moans. The sound goes directly to James' lower belly, and he presses himself into Sirius, rubbing his tongue along the back of Sirius' teeth in a demand for more. Sirius obliges. His hands slide down James' sides and dig into the meat of his thighs through his jeans, and James lets out a muffled groan, lifting one leg up to wrap around Sirius and pulling him closer.

Sirius takes advantage and grabs the back of James' knees and hoists him up, immediately latching his mouth onto his jawline. James grips his hips with his thighs and presses their bodies together, gasping at the sudden sparks of pleasure that skitter along his skin.

"Sirius," he whimpers, and a low, pleased hum vibrates against his pulse point, making him shudder and grip the silky hair even tighter. Sirius' hands burn a white hot trail into his skin through the denim as they drag up from his thighs to grip his arse, and he lets out a whine, grinding down into the touch and throwing his head back at the friction to let out a long moan.

"Don't you worry, mon amour," Sirius murmurs hungrily as he trails kisses and nips down James' throat, tracing the dips and ridges of his collarbones with that damn piercing to pull another whimper from James. "I'll show you a good time."

James pulls his head back by the hair and gasps, "and if I want a good life?"

Sirius blinks, then beams, pressing his lips to James' hard enough that his head knocks back into the door. Both of them burst into quiet giggles, leaning their foreheads against each other and gently nuzzling into each other's faces. Sirius kisses him again, slow, deliberate, toe-curling and filled with promise, making him sigh and melt.

"Then I'll show you a good life."

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