౨ৎ :: 𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐧𝐞 🦢˚

"So...are we gonna talk about it, or will you continue to act like everything's bloody perfect, then?" James asked lightly, moving to sit next to Sirius on the windowsill in their dorm.

Sirius, who was staring out into the night sky, his knees tucked to his chest, frowned, barely acknowledging his best friend. "Everything is bloody perfect, Prongs," he murmured, not making eye contact. 

"Oh yeah? Then why're you treating me like I snogged Snivellus last night instead of snogging you?"

He blushed. He couldn't help it. The whole thing was so ridiculously stupid and mortifying that there was no other choice. Because the only reason they'd snogged was because of a dare, a stupid fucking joke. It'd been consensual, enthusiastically so, and both boys had beamed as the crowd of people watching had cheered them on in the lead-up.

But fuck.

As soon as their lips had touched and Sirius's body had lit up in sparkling flames, all bets were off. 

Because he'd never had a kiss like that. A kiss so consuming that he'd lost his breath, his thoughts, his sense of time and space. He'd never been so affected by another person's hands on his skin. Never before had he pulled back from another person only to crave their touch so much it felt like an addiction, dazed and giddy. But now he felt like an absolute arse. 

Because James seemed completely unaffected.

He knew he shouldn't feel used. He'd known, going in, what that kiss was supposed to mean. But when James'd run his fingers through Sirius's hair, groaning and pulling him closer...fuck, it hadn't felt like a joke.

So yeah, he'd been sulking a bit. Sue him.

"I'm fine," he insisted, narrowing his eyes and wishing James would just fuck off.

"Is there a chance...just perhaps...that you were...affected? By what happened last night?" the taller boy pushed, nudging him with his shoulder.

And Sirius lost it. "Of-fucking-course there is, James!" he shouted, rounding on him. "You bloody well know that, and yet you've decided that you can't let it go! I dunno why you're insisting on making it even more obvious than it already is that you're not interested, but-"

And then, James's lips crashed into his. Again.

Immediately, he lost all train of thought, his body responding in the only possible rational way: melting completely into James's touch. Whimpering a little, he pressed closer, wanting everything that the other boy would give him. It wasn't until several seconds later that he remembered himself, pulling back and gasping.

"Prongs, what the-?"

"Go out with me," James interrupted, grinning so wide he might've won the Quidditch Cup.

Sirius froze. "What?"

"Go on. Let me take you to Hogsmeade or something. I'll even pull out your chair, like a proper gentleman. Just...I fucking love kissing you. I love being with you. So...go out with me," he urged, eyes wide with sincerity.

Me variants:

​"We are sleeping together," Sirius mumbled, his chin hooked lazily over Remus's shoulder. They were on the common room sofa, and despite the fact that they were the only ones sitting on it, Sirius was pressed practically into Remus's lap.

​"We share a dormitory," Remus corrected, trying to ignore the solid warmth of Sirius against his side. "That is not the same thing."

​"She asked me how long we've been in love."

​Remus stopped breathing. The crackle of the fireplace suddenly sounded very far away. "And what did you say?"

​Sirius shifted, finally dropping his feet from the coffee table to turn and face Remus completely. He didn't hesitate. "I told her since second year."

​Remus's heart slammed against his ribs. "You lied."

​"Did I?" Sirius asked softly. His hand moved up, his thumb brushing over a faint scar on Remus's cheek. "Tell me I lied, Moony, and I'll go tell Mary she was wrong."

Remus stared at him, the silence roaring in his ears. The weight of it was too much. Sirius was too close, too warm, and looking at him like that.

The fight completely drained out of him. With a shaky exhale, Remus just let his head drop forward, burying his face in the crook of Sirius's neck.

He felt Sirius’s breath catch before both arms wrapped around him, holding him tight against the cushions.

but peter, beloved peter, says that he looks like shit, that he looks good but has looked better, or that he's glowing like the star he is