Intoxication

The characters beloing to JK Rowling, not to me. I just borrow them from time to time. I have a mortal fear of lawyers so I would prefer not to be sued over the aforementioned borrowing, I mean no harm by it and I\'m not making any money off of it.

Authors Note: This story is dedicated to my Kinky Boy and my Elfpire who with their drunken antics provided the inspiration for this, and then took it with grace and even encouraged me when I decided to let the rest of the world read it. Thanks Guys! I lovededededed you!

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“James?” a mildly inebriated Lily Evans inquired, sitting down on the common room sofa next to Remus Lupin.

“I know I’m pretty drunk at the moment, but I am fairly sure I am Remus,” the sandy haired werewolf stated. He thought for a moment, then nodded his head in confirmation.

“No, I meant, um… have you seen James?” She struggled to express herself coherently.

“Oh,” he replied in a daze. Remus looked around the room for a moment, mildly entertained by its other occupants’ antics. The Gryffindor Quidditch team had defeated the Slytherins in the final match of the season, winning the Quidditch Cup, and the house had decided to celebrate. Under the cover of James’ invisibility cloak, he and Sirius snuck into Hogsmeade and relieved Madam Rosemerta of several cases of her firewhiskey.

“Remus?”

“Huh?”

“What were we talking about?”

Remus shrugged and got up from his seat. Setting his drink down on the table, he decided it was time for bed. Someone had to be awake in the morning to keep Peter from puking all over the dorm. Slowly he began to climb the stairs, clinging to the banisters to steady the spinning room. Two steps from the landing he found Peter completely passed out. Remus chuckled as he stepped over him.

Remus pulled his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at the chubby boy. “Wingardium leviosa.” One of Peter’s arms twitched, but he remained in place. Shaking his head to clear it, Remus tried again.“Moblicorpus.” The werewolf cast the spell three more times before giving up, having moved Peter a total of two inches. He cast a jumbled cushioning spell on the stairs and hoped that it would work if the boy rolled down the stairs in his sleep. Remus shrugged his shoulders and opened the door to the dorm. At least now Peter wouldn’t puke in their room, he rationalized.

Remus only made it two steps into the room before he stopped dead in his tracks. “Not again,” he groaned . “Every time those two get a little alcohol into their systems…” Shaking his head, Remus walked back out of the dorm, resolving to just sleep on the couch in the common room.

“What was that?” James asked, trying unsuccessfully to sit up. Sirius mumbled an incoherent reply and crushed his lips against James\', pinning him to the bed with his full weight. James parted his mouth in reply and swiped his tongue across Sirius’ lips.

“‘S hot,” Sirius murmured, his mouth now filled with James’ tongue. He struggled out of his shirt, then fumbled with the buttons on James’. Sitting up and straddling the other’s legs, Sirius finished the shirt and started on the trousers. Reaching up, James framed his face with Quidditch-calloused hands, and pulled Sirius back down into another scorching kiss.

Sirius groaned and ground himself down into James, his hands returning to tease at the waistband of the other’s pants. Now it was the bespectacled boy’s turn to moan his appreciation and he raked his fingernails down the long-haired boy’s back, grabbing his arse and returning the thrust.

Somewhere in the chorus of groans and the tangle of groping hands, both 7th-years kicked off their shoes and slipped out of their pants.

“Oh, god,” they moaned in unison as their erections rubbed together, the thin material of their boxers causing delicious friction. Sirius planted one last kiss on James’ lips and then began kissing a slow trail down his body, stopping every so often to lick or suck at a tender spot.

“Lift up,” Sirius ordered, patting James’ thigh. The taller boy did as he was told and was divested of his last remaining article of clothing. He lay sprawled out on the bed, clad in only his house tie and socks.

“So beautiful,” Sirius murmured, drinking in the sight before him. He ran his fingers, feather light, along the other’s sides in silent reverence. A faint blush dusted James’ cheeks. Sirius let his fi

ngertips follow the trail of hair that grew at his lover’s navel and down to his erect cock. Wrapping his hand around it, the long-haired boy squeezed gently, nearly sending James off the bed with pleasure.

“Unnnng!” he groaned. “Don’t stop.” The wild-haired boy couldn’t stop the slight bucking of his hips, his cock seeking more attention.

A slight smile played on Sirius’ lips. He ran his hand up and down the length of James\' cock before he leaned down and swirled his tongue around its head. James moaned unintelligibly; his breathing quickened to panting as he tried to still the automatic thrusting of his hips so as to not choke his friend.

Sirius bobbed his head up and down on the shaft. Running his tongue flat against the underside, he tucked a stray hair that had fallen into his face behind his ears. He took James as deeply into his mouth as he could, tried not to gag when it hit the back of his throat, and began to suck.

“Oh, god,” James breathed as his lover alternated sucking with the light dragging of his teeth, “ohgodohgodohgod…I’m gonna…” James moaned his release as hot jets of come shot down his lover’s throat.

Sirius swallowed quicklyand rolled onto his side, lazily stroking his lover as James came down from his high.

“Accio lube,” came a drunken drawl a few minutes later. Reaching out, Sirius caught the tube that was whizzing towards James.

“Welcome back to reality,” Sirius chuckled. He waved the lube around, “Whatcha plannin’ on doing with this?”

“Give it here and I’ll show you,” James replied, lunging for it.

“I don’t think so.” Sirius pulled it out of James’ reach, sending him sprawling across the bed. Scrambling upright, James tried again.

“Gimme.”

“No. There is no way in hell that I am bottoming. You can get that idea out of your head right now.”

“Just shut up and give it to me.”

“No.”

“You are too bottoming,” James protested, his drunken logic finally catching up with the conversation.

“Am not.”

James lunged at Sirius, and the long-haired boy swung wildly backward, knocking them both off-balance and sending them crashing to the floor in a fit of giggles. Regaining their composure, the fight for the top resumed. Using his seeker\'s reflexes, James finally plucked the tube from the other boy’s fingers and scrambled around the bed before retribution could come.

Sirius stared for a moment, amazed, before springing into action once more. He dove across the bed and seized the other boy’s arm. Yanking on it, he hauled James onto his feet and pulled him onto the bed. The two boys tumbled around the bed resuming their wrestle. Finally, Sirius won, using his full weight to pin James to the bed; his arms pinned above his head at the wrists, Sirius’ crotch digging into his leg.

Their breathing was ragged from the effort of their struggle; gray eyes stared at blue and pink lips came crashing together in another bruising kiss. James groaned as their bodies ground together and he fisted his hands into Sirius’ locks. The long-haired boy snaked his hands down his lover’s body to tease his balls. He rolled them between his fingers with one hand as he unscrewed the cap to the lube with the other. Pausing his ministrations to coat his fingers in the slick substance, he resumed his teasing with one hand and reached behind with the other to probe at the entrance there.

Feeling a long finger slide inside him, James moaned and tugged lightly at Sirius’ hair. Sirius replied by curling and wriggling his finger before adding another.

“Mmmm….oh god, that feels good. More.”

Sirius scissored his fingers.

“More.”

He pushed in a third.

“More.

“Quite the eager little slut aren’t you?”

Sirius chuckled and squeezed more of the lube into his palm. He ran his hand along his own hard length and groaned at the feeling. “You, sure about this?” Sirius asked as he positioned himself at James’ entrance.

“Yes, just do it,” the wild-haired boy answered impatiently as he tried to thrust his hips down to impale himself on his lover\'s cock. Sirius took a deep breath and pushed forward, burying an inch of himself in the other boy.

“Fuck,” James muttered, wincing. “Oh oww, shit, stop, fuck.” Sirius froze, looking down with concern. He realized the other boy was hurting and he started to back out. “Don’t. Move.” James ground out, digging his nails into Sirius’ biceps. “Just wait.”

Both boys began to breathe heavily; Sirius with the effort of controlling his urge to thrust and James with the effort it took not to scream obscenities. “Ok,” James breathed, finally getting his pain down to a manageable level, “you can move. Slowly! Just go slowly.”

Tentatively, Sirius pressed himself in more. James squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, breathing harshly through his nose. “I’m sorry,” Sirius soothed, “so sorry. I don’t mean to hurt you.” He intertwined his fingers with James’ and babbled incoherent sympathies. When blue eyes finally started to peak out of their lidded recesses, and James began to relax, Sirius thrust in a bit more. This time burying himself to the hilt.

“Fuck,” James cried, gripping his lover’s hand so hard that Sirius was afraid for a moment that it might break. “ Fuckfuckfuck.”

“Shh,” Sirius soothed, trying to remain as still as possible, “it\'s in all the way. Just relax; it will get better.”

James groaned, shot him a glare, and tried to relax himself against the intrusion. He took deep breaths, all the while willing himself to adjust. After a few moments, he nodded at Sirius, not quite trusting his voice. Sirius smiled reassuringly and began to move once more, finally allowing himself to enjoy the sensation. He resumed his teasing of James’ balls, hoping to distract his discomfort with pleasure. He was just starting to get a rhythm down when James shouted, “Bloody fucking hell!” Sirius froze immediately. “What the hell was that? What did you do?” Sirius stared him blankly. “Do it again.”

Sirius thrust several times experimentally, trying to recreate the sensation.

“R-right there. Sweet Merlin!” James\' eyes fell shut and he tried to grind himself onto his lover. He moaned as the sensation was produced again and again. Sirius began to thrust again in earnest. He was practically unable to control himself; the sounds James was making were so fucking hot.

“Gods, you’re so tight,” Sirius moaned as he plunged into the constricting warmth, “feels sooo good.”

Soon the room was filled with the moans, whimpers and incoherent babbling of the two boys as they approached completion. James raked his nails down his lover’s back, leaving angry red marks in their wake. Sirius leaned down to suck on his lover\'s neck. The force of their passion was bruising.

James could tell his control was slipping; he felt that familiar sensation in the pit of his stomach - a bundle of nerves ready to explode. A few more of Sirius’s hard thrusts and the friction of his cock between their bodies had James coating their stomachs with his seed. He bit down on the other boy’s shoulder, hard.

That was all it took. Sirius threw his head back and moaned as his body rocked with pleasure. His mind was reeling with sensory overload. He signed contentedly as he came back to himself. Sirius pulled out of his lover and crawled up to lay next to him. He held James close and traced lazy patterns on his chest as they both fell asleep.

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The harsh light of morning poured through the open windows of the tower, waking its residents. James stretched his stiff, sore limbs and blinked a few times, trying to clear his head. He was a bit startled to see a dark mop of sleep-tousled hair splayed on the pillow next to him.

“ Padfoot?” he called groggily, the sound causing his head to throb with pain.

“Huh?”

“Why are we sleeping in Moony’s bed?”

The other boy sat bolt upright, confused. He looked around for a moment before pulling the sheet up a little higher on himself. “Prongs?”

“Yeah, Padfoot?”

“Why are we naked?”