Title: the Famous Potter Arse [James/Sirius]
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for the threesome to come.
Summary: James in the quidditch showers is all to the good.
A/N: Commentsmut for Musesfool as a joking prolouge to her
Pornish_Pixies Fantasy Fest request, which eventually became The Leader of This Merry Band.
"Well, he's not getting it," James's voice floated out of the shower.
Sirius twiddled James' glasses between thumb and forefinger and shook
his head with a smile.
"He will though," Sirius called back,
thinking about doing something cruel and possibly slimy to James'
specs, but coming to the conclusion that it was too much trouble.
"Moony always gets what he wants in the end."
"He can want all
he likes," James announced, emerging from the shower, towel clutched
low around his hips, "but he isn't getting it in my end, and that's all
there is to it. Now give me those back, i can see you plotting."
Sirius
watched James with obvious appreciation as he slid on his glasses and
shook out his hair, water droplets clinging to the curves of his
shoulders and the hollow of his throat, running slowly down his chest...
"Stop it, you girl," James groused once he could see Sirius clearly.
"You're ruining my reputation."
"Nobody's
here," Sirius murmured, reaching out to tug James against him by his
towel, and if it got tugged a bit lower in the process, it was all to
the good. James put up a token struggle, but as usual, when his body
was pressed against Sirius', he parted his lips readily enough.
"Mmm,
thought so," Sirius smiled when James was relaxed enough that he didn't
notice his towel slipping to the floor. "What say we go find Remus?"
"Yeah,
all right," James snatched his towel up hurriedly, "but there's no way
he's getting anywhere near the famous Potter arse..."
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