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On the 19th, I was talking to someone about writing, and I said "James/Sirius keeps creeping into my Remus/Sirius. Not complaining, just amused. Someday I'll write some flat-out J/S."

"Someday" became "that very night and a large part of the next day."

Breaking my long tradition of titling every tiny thing I write, I don't have a title for this one. I started calling it "J/S jacketporn" in my head, and now it's stuck. [eta: Now with title!]

And I've just realised that the Lexicon says Sirius was at Hogwarts before James was. HOW DID I MISS THIS?

Warning: Dirty words. Dirty talk. Dirty, graphic, slightly sadistic grudge-sex. Vaguest of all dubcon. Semi-open relationships.

Rating: Dare I say it? I do. NC-17. Not kidding. This is filtered until such a time as I can admit to writing it. That would be, oh, two weeks from now. [eta on 18 May 2009: long past time to worry about that. Jfc, self, could your memory be worse?]

Disclaimer: This is set post-Hogwarts; therefore, James and Sirius are EIGHTEEN OR OLDER. And also they are not mine.


Lily is suitably impressed by the leather jacket James wears on their date, though she wrinkles her nose at its smell of wet dog. Sirius is not so impressed, being that it is his leather jacket and James got supper on it, and he informs James of this in his most disappointed voice. "You have to baby these things, Prongs-my-man. Everytime you Scourgify leather, it loses a little of its character. Character is very important where leather is concerned."

"But didn't I look fine in it," says James, who is unrepentant by the hall mirror, aligning his glasses just so and attemping to isolate just what element of his character it was that made Lily let him put his hand up her skirt. Character is very important where girls' skirts are concerned.

Sirius has to admit, though not aloud, that James did indeed look fine in his leather jacket. James has also looked fine in his shirts, his ties, and just last night, his bed. James, Sirius will grudgingly agree, always looks finest when he appropriates Sirius's stuff.

They are boys, they are vain, and it is summer. James's parents are Rediscovering Each Other, and are out of the house for hours at a time, leaving every single room empty for Sirius's purposes of best friend seduction. Nevermind talking walls-- the kitchen counter, the dining room table, and the parlour sofa now all have extremely interesting stories.

But Sirius's favourite so far has been James's own bedroom, because (and this is something else he'll never tell James) it stops feeling like play when they are on James's bed. James's bed has only seen one girl, Lily, whom James has declared to be his true love; and it has seen Sirius, about whom James has declared nothing at all. Lily is important to James, and so is Sirius, even if Lily and Sirius may never have more in common than a bed they've both fucked on.

"What is it you like about Lily?" Sirius asks, when it is late and they have curled up together in James's room. Lily is James's favourite subject, and Sirius loves to memorise the passion in his voice when he speaks of her.

"Her hands," says James, tracing the wand-calluses on Sirius's fingers. "Do you know, she has freckles between her fingers? I like her freckles, too-- they're absolutely everywhere. I find them in the strangest places, like all around her cunt when I went down on her. I teased her about them, and she laughed, and then I made her come with just my mouth and it was brilliant."

"Go down on her often, do you?"

"Yeah, a bit. Why, you want to borrow my girlfriend? Get supper on her in exchange for the jacket?"

"I am certain Lily wearing food would be an appealing idea were I at all inclined toward girls. I'd rather borrow her boyfriend." Sirius hooks his fingers in James's shirt and kisses him viciously. He tastes like wine and lipstick.

When Sirius lets go of James, James puts his hand on the back of Sirius's neck and says, "I don't know how much longer you'll be able to borrow me."

Sirius stares at him. "What? Why?" He sounds stupid. Whingy.

"I told Lily about us," says James, and kisses Sirius like he's apologising.

Sirius pushes him away. "What'd you do that for?"

"I had to. Felt like I was lying otherwise. She asked me how serious you and I were. I said it was her I was wanting to marry, and she choked on her wine, but I guess it was a happy sort of choking. I gave her a ring and everything. You'll be my best man, yeah?"

"Yeah," says Sirius. He wants to hit James, who has singlehandedly ruined the best thing in Sirius's life. James has Lily all over him-- Lily's lipstick in his mouth, Lily's hair on his clothes, Lily's come on his fingers. Sirius is temporary; Lily is permanent. It is clear they were only equals in James's bed, never in James's eyes.

James is watching him. "You all right?"

"I want to hit you. I want to fuck you. Wait a moment while I figure out which I want more."

"I'm sorry."

"Fucking you it is. Objections?"

"None," says James, and he closes his eyes.

"I'm going to fuck you tonight, and tomorrow morning I'm going to move out because I've spent far too long living off your parents' money. I shall get a flat, and be your best man, and you can visit me at my flat without fear of gay sex ever again."

The betraying kiss has been given to a woman. This is the Last Fuck, and Sirius is determined to make it good for James, who is Sirius's best friend in the world, who always knows what Sirius is thinking except for how much Sirius wishes right now that Lily fucking Evans would elope with Alice soon-to-be-Longbottom. He will make it so good that Lily's freckled cunt will never compare.

He strips James systematically: tie, shirt, socks, belt, trousers, pants. James reaches for Sirius's belt, but Sirius slaps his hand away. "I am keeping my clothes on tonight, something which you are incapable of doing, my scarlet James."

James opens his mouth, possibly to protest that Lily is his goddamned true love and that Sirius always knew it, but Sirius doesn't want to hear it and he puts three fingers in James's mouth. James gags, but lies still.

Keeping his fingers on James's tongue, Sirius leans down to James's cock. It's a first-rate cock, which always gets hard for Sirius if he so much as looks at it-- there's one string of James's he'll always hold, no matter how lost James might get in Lily. He doesn't bother to warn James before he wraps his mouth around it, and thrills when James's tongue spasms under his fingers. In minutes James's hips jerk, and Sirius leans back to let him come everywhere but on Sirius. He delicately lifts James's sticky glasses from his eyes and places them on the bedside table. "You should have taken those off before we started."

"Forgot."

"Obviously. Can you go again?"

"Does it matter?"

"Not really. I thought you might like me to ask. Get on your knees, James. I don't want to see your face."

James obeys, and drops his head low. As soon as his face is out of sight, Sirius relaxes. He runs one hand down the ridge of James's spine; with the the other he digs a bottle of oil out of the table drawer. It's easier to be gentle with James when he's faceless. He decides to get a lot of oil into James; to be so excruciatingly thoughtful with his arse that James will beg to be fucked, with no more of this "objections: none," "does it matter" bullshit. What the hell is that?

James makes a small noise when Sirius slips a finger into him. "Do you want my fingers in your mouth again?" Sirius asks him. "I can do it, you know. My arms are long enough. Three in your mouth, four in your arse. There's plenty of oil and nothing but time."

Sirius hasn't moved at all, but James makes another noise, taunting. Sirius shakes his head and jams his fingers into James's mouth, under his tongue. His thumb is under James's chin. It must feel like a bit-- the stag has to hate that. Two more fingers in James's arse, easy. The fourth takes some work, but it's just his little finger. James once took his whole hand; four fingers is nothing even though James's voice breaks when he tells Sirius it hurts. Thumb goes to the base of James's balls, and just like that Sirius has him caught at both ends. If James leans forward he'll choke himself; if he leans back Sirius's knuckles will slip into him, and he sounds quite certain that he can't handle that.

Sirius just watches him. He could hold James like this for hours if he wanted, and what could James do to free himself? He could ask-- Sirius would let go if he asked. But James won't ask. If he holds out long enough, Sirius will fuck him so hard he can't draw breath.

"Long enough" is up to Sirius to determine, and turns out to be when James's arms and legs start shaking. Sirius pulls his fingers free and James collapses. With his mouth at James's ear, Sirius inquires if he wants to be fucked. James nods, his face hidden in the sheets. How much, Sirius wants to know. Enough that James will ask for it?

Evidently yes. "Please," says James, and the word is in splinters.

Sirius wipes his hands on James's sheets, shoves a pillow under James's stomach since his knees won't hold him up anymore, and slides into him slick and slow. Backstabbing, girl-fucking James with his arse like silk and his perfect shattered moans. Sirius comes inside him. There's something Lily will never manage.

Date: 2007-08-23 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jedusor.livejournal.com
Okay, so I went to the library today and zoomed through a couple days of flist, and saw this, and decided that reading it at the library wouldn't be the best idea. So later tonight, I got on the computer to read it, and it took forever because I've got dialup here, and the *second* I hit the LJ-cut, I was disconnected from the internet, which happens randomly, and I booted everything up again and waited and waited and waited.

This fic? Totally worth it. YUM.

Date: 2007-08-23 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] imagines.livejournal.com
Kat's ego: *inflates dramatically*

There are few better online compliments a writer could get. :D

Date: 2007-08-23 04:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kohl-eyed.livejournal.com
Wait wait, does that mean Sirius is a year older than James? Like a second year when ickle James is a firstie? *confused*

As I said before. HOT.
You, er, have not read the fourth Gravitation Megamix? >>;;;; A similar situation. But unbelievably shota. Shuuichi gets younger every doujinshi.

Date: 2007-08-23 05:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] imagines.livejournal.com
Lexicon sez: James-- 1971 - 1978, Sirius-- 1969 - 1976. There appears to be some leeway because the books aren't always exact. I may continue ignoring this in favour of them all being the same age. >->; It's no FUN if they aren't all in the same dorm and classes. D:

I haven't read any of Gravi past 6 or so. ^^; Manga store restricted it to 18+ due to parental complaints. (They are tiny and independent, so I don't blame them.)

Date: 2007-08-23 05:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kohl-eyed.livejournal.com
ZOMG NO. NO WAY. They were definitely THE SAME AGE in my head. Always. /holds brain in hands, pokes

And Remus?!?! /ded

...aarinfantasy? Maybe you shouldn't. It is crazy. Hm.

Date: 2007-08-26 03:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kashiichan.livejournal.com
Or I could send it to her. ;D I have them all.

Date: 2007-08-23 10:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kotomichi.livejournal.com
Mm, smex. ♥♥

And HUH, I DID NOT KNOW SIRIUS WAS AT HOGWARTS BEFORE JAMES, EITHER. What the hell. :O

Date: 2007-08-23 10:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] imagines.livejournal.com
^___^

But I am confused! Lexicon lists the Hogwarts dates as being different for them, but it's also explicitly stated in... OotP, I think? that the Marauders had their OWLS together and were in the same year. *boggles* Maybe it is a typo-- the dates were changed after a new book, but not ALL the dates were changed?

Date: 2007-08-27 01:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] perkygothiam.livejournal.com
...

EFFING. DROOL.

Like, puddles. I love grudgesex, so this, like, so made my day.

Get on your knees, James. I don't want to see your face."

FAVOURITE LINE EVAR. ♥ I swoon at the top-ness Sirius emanates through this whole thing. And his whole crusade against Lily. XD "D: CAN'T DO THIS, CAN YOU, YOU RED-HAIRED FRECKLEFUCK. *humps James through the bed*"

And wtf, Lexicon. Actually, I'm more apt to blame Rowling and her retardedness. It wouldn't surprise me if she kept mixing up their years just because she has issues with her own facts.

Date: 2007-08-27 01:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] imagines.livejournal.com
Your review made me CACKLE GLEEFULLY. Am pleased to have pleased you. 8D TMI like whoa: I may or may not have made myself come with that line. >-> JUST SO YOU KNOW! *flee*

Lexicon also has an article explaining that they WERE in the same year, because they had OWLS together. ...OKAY! *headspin*

Date: 2007-08-27 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] perkygothiam.livejournal.com
Gleeful cackling, YES! :DDD I love it when that happens. XD It's like, "MUSES YOU ROCK. THIS IS WHY I KEEP YOU AND FEED YOU."

@_@ I'm just going to say that they were in the same year so that they can have kinky legal James/Sirius/Remus threesomes at four in the morning in the common room.

Date: 2009-05-18 07:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hello-ilu.livejournal.com
OBVIOUSLY I DID NOT READ THIS THE FIRST TIME CAUSE IF I HAD I WOULD'VE LEFT A FLAILY COMMENT BEFORE.

ughhhhhhhhhhhh Kiiiiiiit.

"I'm going to fuck you tonight, and tomorrow morning I'm going to move out because I've spent far too long living off your parents' money. I shall get a flat, and be your best man, and you can visit me at my flat without fear of gay sex ever again."
;_______________;

"I am keeping my clothes on tonight, something which you are incapable of doing, my scarlet James."
mfhg.ffg?

This fic. oh god write Sirius/James angrysex always. *_____*

Date: 2009-05-18 07:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hello-ilu.livejournal.com
well don't I just suck at HTML today. :(

Date: 2009-05-18 07:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] imagines.livejournal.com
IT'S OKAY YOU'RE READABLE. :p

Date: 2009-05-18 07:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] imagines.livejournal.com
:DDDDDDDDDDDD

Date: 2010-11-17 11:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jedusor.livejournal.com
I think this might be the best thing you've ever written.

Date: 2010-11-18 01:26 am (UTC)

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