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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,652
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Drink
Title: Drink
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, PWP
Warnings: Slash, rim, man love.
Summary: #60 – Drink. Whiskey and celebrations always brought him back.
Word Count: 916 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Another attempt at slash…and Marauder love.
Prompt 60 – Drink
The celebration had died down, and the most of the party had went their respective ways out of Sirius’ London flat, but the man of the evening was sprawled on the couch. Lily was pregnant, and James Potter had Floo’d his friends to descend upon Sirius for a night of revelry and the drinking of unhealthy quantities of alcohol. In the end, the evening had proved pleasurable.
Sirius sighed as he lowered the volume of the gramophone, and picked up a half empty bottle of whiskey tipped precariously on the kitchen table. He was thoroughly soused, but it did not stop him from saving a few sips of whiskey from being wasted. Stumbling into the living room to where his best friend lounged, Sirius threw back the bottle and drank the remaining amber liquid.
“Oi, Padfoot…” James croaked, the lower half of his body in the floor, the upper half upon the worn-out Chesterfield couch.
“Yeah?” Sirius answered, the now empty bottle slipping from his fingers to the floor before he fell back into the couch, inches from his friend.
“Do you remember our seventh year?”
Sirius quirked a dark brow, looking down at James’ flushed face. His glasses were barely upon his nose, and in a drunken motion, Sirius plucked the spectacles from James’ face and placed them upon his own nose…barking a laugh.
James grinned. “Do you?”
“Sure…it was not too long ago, mate.”
James nodded vigorously, sliding completely into the floor, leaning back against the couch, his head tilted back into the seat cushion.
“Remember the night after the Quidditch match where I caught the Snitch in the first five minutes of the game?”
Sirius chuckled, his eyes trying hard to see through James’ glasses. “Yeah…that was funny.”
“Remember that we got drunk off that swill Peter had?”
Sirius laughed again. Honestly, he did not remember that part.
“Remember what we did?”
Sirius rolled his eyes upward, trying to remember. For some reason he remembered nothing…and attributed it having drank too much.
“You don’t remember?”
Sirius shook his head, casting his eyes about for another bottle of whiskey. He moved to rise from the couch, but ended up tumbling to the floor as James flew to knock Sirius to his back.
“Whoa, mate…what are you…”
James was chuckling as he crawled atop Sirius’ body, sitting upon Sirius’ thighs. Sirius’ voice was stifled as James pressed his lips into his. Sirius could only stare up at his best friend through James’ glasses…only able to see his deep blue eyes. Earlier that evening, James had voiced his desire that his child have Lily’s eyes…
James hummed into the kiss and slowly, very slowly, Sirius closed his eyes.
Perhaps it had been the alcohol and the kiss, but Sirius suddenly remembered the night James had mentioned. Seventh year, drunk…kissing James on his bed in the dormitory, the curtains shut around them. There were no questions about Lily…no questions at all.
Sirius opened his eyes, and grasped James’ arms, rolling them over so that Sirius was on top…just as he had been that night years ago.
James chuckled, pointing up at the glasses on Sirius’ face, and Sirius grinned.
“I remember now,” he purred, trying to sound less drunk…maybe predatory, but failed miserably.
Clothing was discarded, but Sirius still wore James’ glasses as he licked a trail around James’ ring of flesh, his cock swelling at the sounds his friend made, whimpers, pleas.
That night in the dormitory, James had been the one to lick at Sirius’ flesh…muttering how badly he wanted to fuck his Pureblood ass, a son of the ‘noble house of Black.’
“Oh, I remember…” Sirius whispered as the tip of his cock pressed into James.
On his hands and knees, James glanced back at his friend, his mouth open in a pant…
Sirius winced as he thrust inside, James choking out a cry, his unruly black hair flying as his head was thrown back. Clenching his teeth, Sirius hissed as he began shallowly to work James’ ass…every thrust reaching deeper, pushing harder.
“Yes…just like that…” James panted as Sirius’ hips rocked in a smooth motion, his cock sliding in and out of his best friend.
Leaning toward James’ back, Sirius grasped James’ flaccid organ, causing the man to howl at the contact. Fist closing about James’ flesh, Sirius pumped in time with his thrusts, and soon James’ own hand slapped at Sirius’.
“Oh gods…” James groaned as Sirius fell back on his haunches, James following, his hand working his cock furiously as Sirius grunted thrusts up into James. “More…more!” James roared as his body stiffened, and Sirius could just make out through the glasses a forcefully stream of white arc through the air.
Sirius complied with James’ heated request and pushed harder, moved faster, biting his lips as he felt his sac tighten…
“Fuck…” he hissed, pushing at James so that his cock popped free of his body.
James turned, and grasping the base of Sirius’ cock whimpering as cum splattered his face…his hair…his chest.
Sirius growled as James stroked the last bit of his ejaculate from his sore cock, falling back to lay on the floor before the couch. Sirius closed his eyes, trying to breathe, and listened to James as he dressed, and approached to pull his glasses from Sirius’ face.
Sirius listened as James left the flat without a goodbye, and he smiled.
It was probably only because they had been drunk, but Sirius knew James would instigate another situation after his child was born…drink and celebrations always sent James to him…always.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, PWP
Warnings: Slash, rim, man love.
Summary: #60 – Drink. Whiskey and celebrations always brought him back.
Word Count: 916 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Another attempt at slash…and Marauder love.
Prompt 60 – Drink
The celebration had died down, and the most of the party had went their respective ways out of Sirius’ London flat, but the man of the evening was sprawled on the couch. Lily was pregnant, and James Potter had Floo’d his friends to descend upon Sirius for a night of revelry and the drinking of unhealthy quantities of alcohol. In the end, the evening had proved pleasurable.
Sirius sighed as he lowered the volume of the gramophone, and picked up a half empty bottle of whiskey tipped precariously on the kitchen table. He was thoroughly soused, but it did not stop him from saving a few sips of whiskey from being wasted. Stumbling into the living room to where his best friend lounged, Sirius threw back the bottle and drank the remaining amber liquid.
“Oi, Padfoot…” James croaked, the lower half of his body in the floor, the upper half upon the worn-out Chesterfield couch.
“Yeah?” Sirius answered, the now empty bottle slipping from his fingers to the floor before he fell back into the couch, inches from his friend.
“Do you remember our seventh year?”
Sirius quirked a dark brow, looking down at James’ flushed face. His glasses were barely upon his nose, and in a drunken motion, Sirius plucked the spectacles from James’ face and placed them upon his own nose…barking a laugh.
James grinned. “Do you?”
“Sure…it was not too long ago, mate.”
James nodded vigorously, sliding completely into the floor, leaning back against the couch, his head tilted back into the seat cushion.
“Remember the night after the Quidditch match where I caught the Snitch in the first five minutes of the game?”
Sirius chuckled, his eyes trying hard to see through James’ glasses. “Yeah…that was funny.”
“Remember that we got drunk off that swill Peter had?”
Sirius laughed again. Honestly, he did not remember that part.
“Remember what we did?”
Sirius rolled his eyes upward, trying to remember. For some reason he remembered nothing…and attributed it having drank too much.
“You don’t remember?”
Sirius shook his head, casting his eyes about for another bottle of whiskey. He moved to rise from the couch, but ended up tumbling to the floor as James flew to knock Sirius to his back.
“Whoa, mate…what are you…”
James was chuckling as he crawled atop Sirius’ body, sitting upon Sirius’ thighs. Sirius’ voice was stifled as James pressed his lips into his. Sirius could only stare up at his best friend through James’ glasses…only able to see his deep blue eyes. Earlier that evening, James had voiced his desire that his child have Lily’s eyes…
James hummed into the kiss and slowly, very slowly, Sirius closed his eyes.
Perhaps it had been the alcohol and the kiss, but Sirius suddenly remembered the night James had mentioned. Seventh year, drunk…kissing James on his bed in the dormitory, the curtains shut around them. There were no questions about Lily…no questions at all.
Sirius opened his eyes, and grasped James’ arms, rolling them over so that Sirius was on top…just as he had been that night years ago.
James chuckled, pointing up at the glasses on Sirius’ face, and Sirius grinned.
“I remember now,” he purred, trying to sound less drunk…maybe predatory, but failed miserably.
Clothing was discarded, but Sirius still wore James’ glasses as he licked a trail around James’ ring of flesh, his cock swelling at the sounds his friend made, whimpers, pleas.
That night in the dormitory, James had been the one to lick at Sirius’ flesh…muttering how badly he wanted to fuck his Pureblood ass, a son of the ‘noble house of Black.’
“Oh, I remember…” Sirius whispered as the tip of his cock pressed into James.
On his hands and knees, James glanced back at his friend, his mouth open in a pant…
Sirius winced as he thrust inside, James choking out a cry, his unruly black hair flying as his head was thrown back. Clenching his teeth, Sirius hissed as he began shallowly to work James’ ass…every thrust reaching deeper, pushing harder.
“Yes…just like that…” James panted as Sirius’ hips rocked in a smooth motion, his cock sliding in and out of his best friend.
Leaning toward James’ back, Sirius grasped James’ flaccid organ, causing the man to howl at the contact. Fist closing about James’ flesh, Sirius pumped in time with his thrusts, and soon James’ own hand slapped at Sirius’.
“Oh gods…” James groaned as Sirius fell back on his haunches, James following, his hand working his cock furiously as Sirius grunted thrusts up into James. “More…more!” James roared as his body stiffened, and Sirius could just make out through the glasses a forcefully stream of white arc through the air.
Sirius complied with James’ heated request and pushed harder, moved faster, biting his lips as he felt his sac tighten…
“Fuck…” he hissed, pushing at James so that his cock popped free of his body.
James turned, and grasping the base of Sirius’ cock whimpering as cum splattered his face…his hair…his chest.
Sirius growled as James stroked the last bit of his ejaculate from his sore cock, falling back to lay on the floor before the couch. Sirius closed his eyes, trying to breathe, and listened to James as he dressed, and approached to pull his glasses from Sirius’ face.
Sirius listened as James left the flat without a goodbye, and he smiled.
It was probably only because they had been drunk, but Sirius knew James would instigate another situation after his child was born…drink and celebrations always sent James to him…always.