Prongsfoot, singer Sirius, dancer James au based off of Mielâs (ykcherries) tweet | wc: 4117 | Mature
Sirius was on his third headline tour, filling up arenas with sold out shows every night and putting his all into the performance. This was his biggest tour yet, his recent album had done phenomenally upon release and is still gaining traction. The nature of the album made him a hot topic in the industry, it seemed everyone had an opinion on him and his so called ânew eraâ where critics were essentially divided into two opinions: one, he was pushing boundaries and exploring human sexuality from a queer lense, or two, he was a slut. Sirius, if anything, took the âslutâ label with pride but besides that, his fans drowned out all the criticism and noise from people who had shit to say about him, and they were what made it all worth it.
So for his fans and their unconditional love and the support on his album, Sirius made this tours show a production. His team had hired him back up dancers, and found a wonderful choreographer by the name of Marlene, who knew exactly the vision Sirius had and didnât shy away from suggestive moves. Specifically during a song called âOne of Your Girlsâ which had him essentially giving one of the dancers a lap dance. Though by the end of the tour, that original choreography had evolved and was unrecognizable.
When Sirius met James Potterâone of the dancers his team hired for the tourâhe immediately took a liking to him. He was tall and built with curly black hair and gold wire rimmed glasses. But what really got Sirius was his smile, which made him weak in the knees and was the most contagious thing he'd ever seen. He was an incredible dancer Sirius came to find out, and he sure didnât mind watching the sweat glistening on his brown skin and highlighting his every move.
âYouâre drooling like a damn dog eyeing up a piece of meat.â Marlene would say at rehearsals when Sirius would take a break and watch the dancers rehearse.
To which heâd reply âwell if the shoe fits,â while watching James in awe, âId definitely let him call me a good boy, and shit, collars arenât really my thing but-â and Marlene would cut him off, disgusted look on her face while she made up new variations of the word âfagâ to mutter at him. Safe to say they became fast friends.
Sirius was immediately comfortable around James which made all the difference in his confidence doing some of the more salacious moves. They developed a dynamic of banter which quickly delved into flirting that continued to intensify throughout the tour. Both of them getting bolder in their moves on stage.
But it was also in the softer moments too. Those started when they were in Paris and Siriusâs outfit included a flowy button up made out of lace, with intricate patterns. Near the end of his show his nail got caught on one of the bell sleeves and broke, a large crack painfully high. Sirius was too wound with adrenaline to notice until the end of the show, where James and him walked backstage together.
âGive me your handâ James had said when they were in a space with light, and Sirius had complied without question, thinking back to the dog analogy. He lifted his hand and his first thought was how nice it felt in Jamesâ hand, but then his brain caught up as Sirius glanced at it, and low and behold there was blood everywhere. Sirius just stared at the mess with wide eyes, and now seeing the evidence of the wound, he suddenly started to feel the throbbing pain of it.
James pulled him through the backstage maze, hand still grasped in his as he took Sirius to the bathroom and began rinsing it. Sirius hissed at the contact, James muttering soft âsorry loveâs while he washed away the blood. Once Sirius could see the source of his bleeding he started laughing.
âOh my god I need a magnifying glass to see that and yet my arm feels like itâs going to fall off.â He felt ridiculous, but when he looked up at the mirror and saw Jamesâs smile as he shook his head like he was in disbelief at his antics, still focused on disinfecting the finger, his ridiculousness felt welcomed. After cleaning up his paper cut size wound, they made their way to Siriusâs dressing room.
âDo you have nail stuff with you?â James asked, before he left the room.
âYeah, at the hotelâ Sirius replied.
âOkay, bring those to my hotel room when youâre back and I'll fix that for you.â James said while he was slipping out the door, giving Sirius a disarming smile.
âOkay.â Sirius replied not thinking about how he was going to find Jamesâs room, or how he was going to âfixâ his broken nail.
But Sirius was a force to be reckoned with when he wanted something, and thatâs how he found himself standing outside Jamesâs hotel room, bag of nail supplies clutched under his arm while he knocked.
James opened the door with a wide smile, gesturing for Sirius to come in, and leading his into the room with a hand on the small of his back to a small table so short they both had to sit on the floor opposite to each other. They didnât say much, both tired from the show, but the silence was comfortable.
James took the bag from Sirius and began rummaging around in it, pulling out a clear base. He got up and grabbed a tea bag from the hotel's small coffee bar, and used cuticle scissors to cut a small square out of it. Sirius just watched him work, enjoying how adorable his concentrated face was.
James came and sat back down wordlessly holding out his hand for Sirius to place his in, and gently put the small paper over the break, taking the base coat and painting over top it. While he let that dry he examined the rest of Siriusâs nails and let out a tutting sound at the sight. Sirius felt exposed as he was looking at his torn up cuticles, an anxious habit he had from childhood which led his parents to cut his nails painfully short so heâd stop picking at them.
James wordlessly looked back in the bag and grabbed cotton balls and nail polish remover, and started to take off the chipped black polish carefully. Sirius didnât ask questions, something about James made him trust him inexplicably.
And thatâs how James Potter had ended up giving him a full manicure, even going so far as to paint little silver stars on his nails. Sirius looked at his hands in awe, and asked âwhere did you learn how to do this? I mean they look wonderful, even my cuticles look less angry.â
James gave him a small smile, âmy mom used to spend so much time on her nails, they were always perfectly done,â James started, âbut once her arthritis had started getting worse, the fine movements were too painful, so I learned how to do them for her.â
And of course heâs not only insanely hot, but a goddamn sweetheart too, Sirius was fucked. Sirius tried for his most sincere voice, âthatâs really sweet,â he said while smiling at him, âare you two close then?â
James nodded, âyeah, sheâs wonderful. Also a really big fan of yours,â he added on.
Sirius laughed, âyouâre kidding,â he said in disbelief, and after a few of James protests, he asked with a coy smile âwhat about you? Are you a big fan?â
James gave a sincere smile, âoh me? Of course I am, how else do you think my mom knows you?â and Sirius just looked at him with a face of disbelief.
That night they kept talking into the wee hours of the morning, when James fell asleep and Sirius quietly gathered his things and left, a goofy grin on face that he couldnât be bothered to feel embarrassed about.
Those nights became more frequent during the tour on the nights their schedules aligned, and they stayed up talking all night. They remained platonic but there was an unspoken tension there, casual touches that lingered a bit too long, eye contact that became a little too intense. And of course the constant flirting that managed to make them both flustered.
On stage however, that was a different story. The tension was palpable, tight strung and impossible to cut through. The audience began to catch on too, posting online about the two. Specifically a clip from a show in New York City, where James came up behind him on stage and pressed up against Siriusâs back. His hands started wandering, tracing the lines of his torso and waist, fingers snapping the thong strings peaking out of his pants, before trailing up his front, one hand resting on his stomach and the other sliding torturously slowly up to the base of his neck. James grabbed his neck and Siriusâs head fell back against James shoulder, all while singing or essentially moaning into the microphone.
But what the video didnât catch was the heat that burst through Siriusâs body at the slightest contact. How when he moved the microphone away from his face it was to hide the way his breath hitched, and the shaky exhale that followed. No one could tell that when James pressed into him, Sirius imperceptibly arched into the hard sensation against his ass.
And no one could hear how James had leaned in and said âso fucking stunning,â right in his ear, loud enough for Sirius to hear even with his in-ears, but not loud enough to be heard over the music. His breath hot on the side of his face, to say he had butterflies would be an understatement, it felt closer to a goddamn flock of birds. It was so easy to fall into the sensations and forget about the sold out arena of people watching him.
When he exited the stage, he found Marlene standing against the wall with her arms crossed, âcanât believe you just made me watch softcore, I want a refund.â
And Sirius just smiled so big, happy to see her as she hadnât been able to come to many shows, and hugged her tight. âOh hush you didnât even pay for tickets,â he joked.
âWhatever, but I donât remember choreographing that.â Marlene said sarcastically.
âNo, that would be our own brilliance.â Sirius replied with a cheeky grin. And he put his arm around her shoulder and led her toward his dressing room, changing and grabbing his stuff so they could go out for drinks.
By the last show of the tour, they were both ready to crack. Sirius was wearing tight leather shorts that barely covered his assâbut made it look great might he add. He had these black leather chaps over the shorts, pairing it with a rhinestone covered black vest, unbuttoned with nothing on under. He had glitter on his cheekbones and smoked out liner on his eyes making the gray pop. His curls had layed perfectly for that show which had Sirius thanking god or the spirit of fucking Freddie Mercury for, he didnât know but he was grateful.
While Sirius was waiting for his queue to go on, James came up behind him, arm sliding around his waist and leaned in to whisper, âyou look like walking sin,â he squeezed Siriusâs waist, âIâm going to have to do this show painfully hard because of those damn shorts.â Sirius looked up at him and gave a smug look, biting his lip to add the icing to the cake.
Jamesâs pupils widened as he watched, and he shook his head while a smile grew on his face. âYou smug bastard, youâre enjoying my misery arenât you,â James tone was playful until he moved closer and dropped his voice to that goddamn whisper that drove Sirius crazy and said, âyou can act as smug as you want, just donât pretend that I donât have the same effect on you love.â Sirius shivered against his will, he was quite shit at the smug act, what with how he folded like a goddamn lawn chair. But in his defense when he had a fine specimen like James Potter, saying shit like that to him, heâd argue that reaction is warranted.
As Siriusâs cue was called, he put in his in-ears and walked on stage, swaying his hips a bit more than usual before he looked back to a gawking James and blew him a kiss, which James then made a dramatic show of catching.
The energy in the arena that night was unlike any other show of the tour, and Sirius felt it in his bones, feeling on top of the world while he sang his heart out. James and Sirius continued their dance, literally and metaphorically, while making hungry eyes at each other whenever possible.
Sirius was wound tight by the time the last song came. His skin was buzzing as he walked over to the lone chair on stage, James watching every move from the side, waiting for his part. Sitting backwards on it, legs spread and back to the crowd. When the music started Sirius made an effort to keep eye contact with James, as he arched his back and ran his hand slowly over his ass. Sirius was lucky his shorts were as tight as they were, holding everything in place, but as soon as his hips rolled forward and pressure was put on the throbbing ache between his legs, his mouth fell open as his eyes closed, brows furrowed. The feeling was addictive and if not for the crowd's cheers, he wouldâve gotten lost in the sensation. He tried to play it off as intentional, locking eyes with James again, who at this point, looked like he wanted to devour Sirius.
Sirius stood up from the chair to dance around the stage and sing until the chorus, trying to get a grip on himself. He saw James walking towards the chair, and that motherfucker didnât have his shirt on. Sirius tried his very best to repress all his desire but James sure as hell wasnât making it easy.
James sat in the chair, legs spread wide and he eyed Sirius like a predator stalking his prey. Sirius walked up behind him, dragging a hand across his bare chest till he looked out to the crowd and shouted âmake some noise London!â into the microphone, smiling as the audience somehow got impossibly louder.
This part of the song was mostly back tracked, allowing Sirius to sing wherever he saw fit for the moment. Sirius moved to the side of the chair and he slowly squatted down, keeping burning eye contact, James hand meeting Sirius face, thumb running over his cheekbone as Sirius leaned into the touch all while Give me a call if you ever get lonely was playing in the background. James hand moved with the song, and when iâll be like one of your girls- was playing, James had a small smirk while his hand went from a gentle cradling to grabbing a fistful of hair, pulling Sirius up and leaning their foreheads together. That moment felt like an eternity, James hand in his hair, eyes focused on each other's lips as they shared the same air. James relinquished his grip and Sirius moved to stand between his legs, faces still close. And this part he sang, while slowly dropping to his knees, âsay what you want and I'll keep it a secret,â he sang as his knees met the stage. He leant his head to the side and rested it on Jamesâs thigh, looking up at him through his lashes and continued on, âyou get the key to my heart, and I need it.â Sirius may have dropped his eyes conveniently to Jamesâs crotch when he sang âitâ but thatâs between Sirius, James, and probably satan at this point.
James looked close to losing all restraint and the sight of Sirius on his knees in front of him, mouth so close to where he desperately needed it. Sirius stood back up, âgive me a call if you ever get desperate,â Sirius was singing while swinging a leg over Jamesâs and straddling him in the chair. I'll be like one of your girls playing as Sirius put his hands around Jamesâs neck and dropped down to his lap with an intentional roll of his hips, both of them gasping at the sensation, providing relief but stringing them taught with need.
James had pulled his hair back again, causing Siriusâs head to fall back and his neck to be bared. James started kissing along the skin and Sirius thought he mightâve ascended in that moment. If something as little as that made his body feel like an exploding firework, then boy, he didnât know how heâd survive anymore though he still wanted it all the same.
He found himself back on his knees on the stage, this time facing the crowd, looking back at James singing âEverybody wants you babyâ while James leaned forward and tucked a stand of Siriusâs hair behind his ear. But as the backtrack, and thousands of fans sang everybody James pushed Sirius forward so he landed on his hands, Jamesâs body following behind, bracketing him in his arms, and arm sliding around Siriusâs waist and as you should insure that waist played, James started rolling his hips down, and Sirius simultaneously up. Sirius doesnât know what came over him but that felt like the most natural thing for him to do. as he pressed back and found evidence that this was affecting James just as much as it was himself, he swore his vision went white and honest to god was worried heâd come in his shorts on stage.
Crisis was averted as James peeled himself off Sirius, much to Siriusâs disappointment however, and made his way off stage. He grabbed the chair with him, and walked backwards as long as he could just to keep staring.
Sirius smiled so big as he went back to performing the rest of the song, strutting around the stage, blowing kisses to the audience and singing with his full chest. As the song ended, so did the tour, and Sirius said his heartfelt thank youâs and with a dramatic bow and one last âI love you all so much!â yelled to the audience Sirius was off. Heâd have to process the emotions that came with this later, but right now he had one goal in mind.
He walked casually off stage, and as soon as the audience couldnât see him he practically sprinted to find James. Once he spotted that stupidly attractive face, Sirius marched over and grabbed James by the arm. He was truly a man on a mission.
âWhatâs going on Sirius?â James said as Sirius pulled him to his dressing room. âDid- did I cross a line?â he was saying as Sirius pulled him into the room, slammed the door shut and promptly jumped him, quieting his worries.
Sirius grabbed the back of Jamesâs head and pulled him down, into a searing kiss. James' hands immediately found purchase on his waist, a bruising grip and they both pulled away to catch their breath, meeting each other's eyes and smiling like fools before James grabbed the back of his thighs and lifted him, promptly turning and pushing Sirius into the door. Sirius smiled down at him after heâd wrapped his legs around his waist, one hand splayed on the back of his neck and the other gripping his hair. James kissed him hard, and Sirius pulled James' head back a bit so he could deepen the kiss. This was better than anything Siriusâs imagination came up with. Nothing could grasp how Jamesâs mouth felt on his, how he kissed like heâd eat Sirius whole if heâd let him. He couldnât imagine how James' hands, moving up his thighs and slipping his fingers under the impossibly tight shorts felt.
James used his new grip on Siriusâs ass to pull him impossibly closer, both of them rolling their hips into each other seeking friction, or any kind of relief. The second they made contact Sirius moaned immediately, louder than he think he every has. He threw his head back against the door as they continued to roll their hips together. James took this opportunity to kiss and bite and lick up the long expanse of his neck. The sting of his bites and the soothing sensation of his tongue was felt all the way in Siriusâs toes.
âFuck,â Sirius exhaled as James made a mark on his neck. âJames,â he practically whined but Sirius count not give less of fuck about how needy he sounded. He was that needy, and by the twitch Sirius felt from James as he said his name, he was just as needy as Sirius.
James gripped him tight and carried him over to the small couch in the room, sitting down so Sirius was straddling him on top. James looked up at him dazed, and Sirius scoffed, âwhose the smug bastard now,â before connecting their lips once more.
Sirius continued to grind his hips down, James meeting him half way with his own enthusiastic thrusts. Sirius was lost in the sensation, spikes of pleasure shooting throughout his body. Sirius broke the kiss and moaned and he sped up his pace, his forehead sweating as he leaned it against Jamesâs.
James moved his hands from their tangle in Siriusâs hair, sliding them down his body and gripping his waist hard. Sirius threw his head back at the feeling, and let out another moan (a whine really) as James used his grip to pull his hips down harder.
âGod, youâre unbelievable Sirius,â James groaned out. âSo fucking beautiful, and good lord that ass of yours. Perfection, it could stop wars or something of that nature, I donât know-â
âOh my god James shut up,â Sirius interrupted, rolling his eyes with a smile, as he went back to kissing him, though as they both got closer, the kisses became nothing more than messy opened mouth fumbling, a string of saliva connecting them.
They were panting into each other's mouths at this point, both so close, their hips losing rhythm and James increased the pressure a minuscule amount, but it was enough for Sirius to let out a cry, legs spasming as he came, jerky movements of his hips to work him through it.
The way Sirius looked while he grinded through his orgasm was enough to make James see stars as he followed suite, groaning and latching on Siriusâs neck, kissing and sucking and gasping.
When they were both spent and trying to catch their breaths, Sirius fell into James, resting his head on his shoulder while they came down from the high.
They laid their for awhile, James pressing sweet kisses in Siriusâs sweaty hair and running his hand up and down his back in a soothing gesture. Sirius thought he could die happy here, in his arms.
Their bubble of bliss started to pop as they became increasingly aware of the sticky mess in both their pants but Sirius did not want to get up.
âThe thought of you moving makes me want to die, but there are definitely people waiting for you, love.â James said softly. Sirius just lifted his head up, face completely fucked out and looked at James.
âFuck, youâre right.â Sirius said with a dramatic groan and dropped his forehead back against Jamesâs. He gave a soft laugh and put his hands on Siriusâs cheeks, thumbs rubbing at the makeup that must have run. Sirius stared at the focus in his brown eyes and couldnât help the soft smile that graced his face. Once James had seen his task as complete his thumbs stilled and he just looked at Sirius, head in his hands.
Sirius reached up, wrapping his hands around his wrists, and leaned in to kiss him. This kiss was gentle, and slow, and filled with everything unsaid between them. Sirius pulled back, making to stand on shaky legs but pressing another quick kiss to his mouth.
Sirius changed into comfier clothes and grabbed his bag. James walked to the door, before Sirius stopped and looked up at James, âIâll text you my address? I'm going straight home tonight after I finish up here, if you want to come over.â Sirius asked, almost shyly.
James just smiled even bigger and kissed Sirius again, âIâd love that.â
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