|What Starts As Just A Game...
||[May. 23rd, 2006|12:10 am]
|||||Vanessa Carlton|A Thousand Miles||]|
Title: What Starts As Just A Game...
Summary: Everything Sirius wants, Sirius gets... that is, almost everything. He has wanted James for years, though he knows that he will never be allowed his friend. One day, however, he proposes a little game that just might be enough to let get a little more than friendly with James.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned these sexy guys. Nope, they sadly belong to J.K. Rowling.
Author’s Note: Written for the
30 Pickups Contest/Challenge. Also, I don't do slash that much, so I hope it's okay. I just really loved these lines and had to try it.
What Starts As Just A Game…
I always get what I want. And what I want at the moment is something I can’t have.
He is so infatuated with Lily that I highly doubt there is a homosexual bone in his very firm body… firm… damn how I long to run my hands down that lightly muscled torso and then further… to the treasure that lies in the chest… I suppose there is just one way to do it.
I need to convince him… to… to seduce him… no… that’s too negative a word… I need to entice… yes, that’s it… I need to entice him. But how? Just being myself? I highly doubt that’ll be the hook I need to get into James’s pants.
Damnit, how can this be so hard? … hard, how I’d like to feel him… take him into my mouth… have him beg me to suck harder…
Whoa, there… I seriously need to keep my mind… not on that or I’ll have a hard-on to deal with.
Oh, shit. He’s coming into the dorm… wait, I’m in here… and now he is… and Remus and Peter are no where in sight. I do believe this is the chance. If I chicken out, there won’t be another.
One of James’s brows rose comically as I slammed the drawer of my bedside table shut and grinned up at him.
“Padfoot… what girl did you snog this time?” he asked finally, a smirk on his lips. I merely smirked back.
“No girl, Prongs,” I said, and then got an idea. “Hey, Prongsie… want to play a game?”
Once again, James’s brow rose and his eyes narrowed. It is quite a funny combination if you ever get the chance to see it. I chuckled and folded my legs Indian style onto my bed before I padded the space in front of me. James sighed and made his way over, sliding onto my bed with ease.
“Alright, what is the game?” he asked, his voice weary. I smiled wide and he rolled his eyes.
“Right, the game is basically to get the other to crack first… get them to laugh first. How you do that is to come up with the corniest pick up lines and tell them to your opposition, hoping that it’ll make them laugh. You can also use touch.”
James blinked and cleared his throat. “Right, but Sirius we are… er, both guys.”
I grinned widely. “Exactly.”
“I don’t get it…”
“We are both guys and so therefore it’ll be easier to crack.”
“Fine, I’ll play. But only because I feel that I don’t really have a choice.”
Sirius grinned. “You go first.”
James groaned lightly and finally cleared his throat. “Um… I, er… miss my teddy bear. Can I sleep with you?” He raised a brow which gave him a hopeful kind of look, causing ‘little Padfoot’ to stir, even if he wasn’t hopeful for what I wanted him to be hopeful for. Damn him and his sexy innocence. Well, innocence of sorts. I grinned.
“You’ll have to try harder than that, Jamesie,” I chided and smirked. Thinking hard I laughed when I recalled one I’d heard before, though I’d forgotten where. “If I told you that you had a great body, would you hold it against me?”
James grinned, but I could hear the bit of nervousness in it as he cleared his throat again, thinking.
“I lost my phone number,” he said, his voice a bit stronger. He was getting used to the game. “Can I borrow yours?”
He grinned, and I could see the anxiety and shyness leave him, replaced by the mischievousness I knew so well. Time to make things more interesting.
“Do you sleep on your stomach?” I asked. He shook his head, looking a little confused. “Can I?”
I saw him bite his lip, trying not to laugh and that alone made me almost laugh. He sat for what had to be a minute before he looked at me, his eyes locked with mine.
“Are you God?”
I raised a brow, a little confused. “No…”
“You're not? Then why do I want to kneel down before you?”
I coughed, eyes widening as I watched him smirk. For a moment I had the vague idea that perhaps this was more than just a game to him as well, but it was just my wishing. However, if he was comfortable enough to get a little dirtier, than I would too.
I leaned towards him, my hand on his shoulder as I appeared to be fascinated with his uniform shirt. “Is this cotton?” I didn’t give him a chance to reply as I slid my hand down his front and stopped as my hand came to his crotch. “This must be felt.”
James’s hand pushed mine away and I grinned, very pleased. Then I noticed something that made me pause. There was a little pink in James’s cheeks and I wondered if I could cause the boy to blush more.
“Come on, James. Sex is a killer, want to die happy?”
The blush indeed deepened, and yet the boy said nothing. He was speechless. He wouldn’t be that embarrassed unless he was enjoying this. My eyes trailed down to his pants and I smirked.
“Brr! My hands are cold. Can I warm them down your pants?”
I placed my hands on his crotch once more and smirked as I found an it hard against my touch. I left my hands on his groin, and was surprised him James’s hands didn’t rise to move them. My eyes rose to lock with his, and I watched his face as I rubbed it gently.
A soft gasp escaped his mouth and I knew that he wanted what I wanted, for whatever reason, I didn’t care.
I rose to my knees and leaned in further, bringing my lips just inches from his.
“Life’s lick a dick,” I whispered. “When it gets hard, fuck it.”
I pressed my lips to his and was rewarded as he kissed back, wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me back onto the bed with him. My hands fell to either side of him, holding my weight off of him. He grinned.
“Are you a cowboy, Sirius,” he asked, his voice low. “Can I save a horse?”
I ran my tongue along my lips and threw all reserves to the winds. I needed him more than anything and he was willingly offering himself. I wasn’t going to deny him.
“Hello, I’m a thief and I’m here to steal your heart and your virginity.”
James smiled up at me and leaned up, pressing his lips to mine. “I’m afraid my hearts already taken,” he said, and I frowned. Slowly, I sat up and sighed. I moved to sit with my back against my pillows, my legs stretched out in front of me as James sat up on his legs.
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, James. I know you are in love with Lily, but I thought that…”
I was silenced as James straddled me and pressed a finger to my lips. “No, Sirius. Not Lily.”
I was confused. “Then who?” I asked against his finger, looking into his dark brown eyes. He grinned.
“That should be obvious,” he said, and kissed me before turning away and smiling in an egotistical way.
“You know, Sirius,” he said in a haughty tone. “I'm not a slut, I'm just that popular. Wanna fuck me and be the big man on campus?”
I laughed and grabbed him by the tie, pulling him against me.
“Let’s bypass all the bullshit and get naked.”