CW: hot kisses, swearing, mutual pinning, smutty, canon AU
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5/31 - Seven Minutes In Heaven
The OWLs were finally over for the year, and in a few hours the whole group would be separated for the whole summer break. But in the meantime, they all gathered in the Marauders' dormitory to hang out one last time all together for a long time.
First it was just the four of them as per usual, and then Sirius and Remus asked Lily, Mary, and Marlene to join them, which was totally fine with James. But soon, Marlene wanted her girlfriend Dorcas to join them all, to which Sirius accepted in the name of the whole group. And quickly the whole group of Slytherin joined their dormitory, to James's great desperation.
They were all sat in a circle in the middle of the room; Lily had cast a spell to keep them all warm, not that it was much needed with the amount of alcohol in everybody's veins after a small hour. Deep muggle music started to play on the magical speakers, Remus flashing a smirk at his boyfriend next to him before leaning to kiss him.
James snickered, and Peter looked away embarrassed while Mary punched Sirius' shoulder. "Oi, pay attention to the game and stop sucking each other's face," she lectured, making Remus blush slightly. "Alright, alright, woman, gosh, don't get your panties in a twist," Sirius smirked, getting under Mary's skin.
James shook his head at their antics, looking away from the scene, his eyes locking instantly with a pair of deep dark eyes staring at him. James felt his mouth go dry at the intensity of Barty's eyes; it was as if the other boy didn't give a damn about being caught staring. He was analyzing James' features, visibly roaming over his whole figure before Evan beside him tapped his shoulder.
James watched the two men exchanging a joint and a bottle of firewhiskey, the Gryffindor's gaze lingering a bit too long on Barty's slender fingers and the paleness of his skin. Quickly, he snapped out of it, mentally scolding himself as he turned to Peter.
But Barty had noticed the whole scene, a mischievous smirk on his lips. He clearly had something in mind when he clapped his hands loudly, catching everyone's attention. "Alright, boys and girls, it's time for a game," he announced theatrically. Regulus scoffed at that, while Sirius agreed with a 'Fuck yeah.'
"Good idea!" Pandora cheered enthusiastically while Lily sighed halfheartedly.
"What game exactly?" "Asked then Dorcas with a raised eyebrow."
"Seven minutes in heaven."
At those words everyone started to talk, agreeing cheerfully with the idea. James, however, sighed; he couldn't play that. He could barely hold his desires, let alone lie about them—Godrick knows he's a bloody bad liar. "That's a stupid game," he deadpanned, taking a hit of his cigarette. All of them stopped talking at once, turning to James, but he was only looking at Barty, challenging him.
"Ya got high standards, Potter," Barty said, his smirk widening even more. "What? You're scared or something?" At those words, James frowned. Never challenge a Potter at a fucking game. "Hell no, I'll play."
This Gryffindor boy was way too easy to manipulate, thought Barty, almost endeared by James' antics. "Good, let's fucking play then, shall we?" Barty's eyes were locked with James', daring each other to look away first.
"A'right, Peter, pass me yer bottle, will ya?" Evan asked, catching Peter's bottle smoothly and positioning it in the middle of the circle. "Who wanna start then?"
"I will," Barty said instantly, finally looking down at the bottle. At that, James let out a scoff of victory at their little battle while Barty spun the bottle, the eyes of everyone in the room locked on it. When it stopped in front of the boy with the glasses, his smirk faltered, and a shiver ran down his spine.
He stared at the bottle for a few seconds before hearing his name being called by Sirius, "Prongs? "Yer okay, mate?" He looked up at his best friend and nodded before glancing toward Barty, who was getting up on his feet.
The green-haired man looked down at James before offering him his hand to get up. The Gryffindor looked at it hesitantly, Evan's voice pressing him, "Oi, Potter, closet's waiting for ya."
But all he could focus on was Barty and his unusual gentle expression. Finally he took his hand, getting up on his feet as well. He kept Barty's hand in his for a few more minutes than necessary, fascinated by the contrast between his tanned skin and Barty's pale one.
He followed the Slytherin boy into the closet almost automatically, his back against one of the walls of it as the door closed, leaving them in the dark. He could hear Barty's calm breath before hearing him mumble something, moving his wand a little. He had cast a silencing spell, James understood, and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
"Aye, relax, golden boy," Barty praised with an evident grin in his voice. It was so strange; Barty was younger than him, and yet he was the one in charge somehow. James felt Barty was always in charge in every situation; it was making him feel vulnerable because Barty was unpredictable, and suddenly it frustrated James. He was tired of feeling under Barty's grip; he could be in charge too. He was the bloody captain of Gryffindor after all.
He was a Marauder, for fuck's sake.
And so he grabbed a fistful of Barty's tank top and pulled him closer, almost harshly, their lips collapsing against each other hungrily. Barty didn't seem shocked or even bothered; he brought his hands to James' hips, pulling him closer as well. They were seeking each other's tongues; all the unresolved tension that had built between them was resulting in this moment, this single, hateful kiss. But damn was it hot.
After a moment, when the kiss faltered, James pulled away, immediately letting go of Barty's top, panting and eyes wide. "I- I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me. I'm not like that. I- I'm not brutal, never. Like never, never, but you just... fuck—you make me fucking frustrated, Barty," he rambled breathlessly, feeling ashamed of his gesture. The issue wasn't the kiss in itself; it was the way James grabbed Barty, the way he didn't ask for permission. It wasn't James. But that's how Barty was making him feel. All. The. Fucking. Time.
And this time he snapped.
Thankfully, Barty rolled his eyes at James's concerned ramble before putting a hand on the back of James's neck and pulling him in again, shutting his mind as their lips met one more time. This time it was slower and much more passionate but still impatient. James' hands reach to Barty's waist, pulling the boy to him as the Slytherin's free hand slides up to the messy curls, tugging on them slightly. James let out a moan under his breath as he pushed Barty against one of the walls of the closet, pinning him as he started to leave open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and neck.
"Fuck, Potter..." The green-haired boy panted, his heart beating faster as he felt the captain's hands reaching for the sensitive skin of his stomach under his top. James was like an animal, feral and hungry, as he started to suck and nip at the fragile skin of his collarbone.
When suddenly the door of the closet opened, Barty winced at the sudden light in his eyes, meanwhile James grunted, hiding his face in the other boy's neck.
"Well, fuck me..." Lily stood in front of the closet.
"Oh, you must be bloody kidding me," Regulus' voice resonated behind her.
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