The Recoil

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James/Sirius

James Potter was going to have Lily Evans, whether she wanted him or not. Which she did, of course, even if she didn’t know it yet.

Remus had pointed it out to him the day they’d been sentenced to scrubbing toilets with no magic for the rest of term for pulling down Sinvellus’s pants.

All four were back in the dorm room after hours being scolded and made to feel like trolls by Dumbledore, but, more humiliating, they’d been forced to apologize to the big nosed freak. Sirius was annoyed, Peter was sulky, and Remus still had his nose in his Transfiguration book. James, seemed less bothered about either the toilet scrubbing or the apology; but more by the fact that Lily would never want to go out with him.

“Kill me,” James moaned miserably, handing Sirius his wand and asking him to Avada Kedavra him.

“All right, Sirius said, taking the wand without hesitation. He placed it under his chin and looked contemplative.

Although, s’kind of a boring way to go Prongs,” Sirius said, pointing James’s wand at his bed side lamp and transfiguring it into a sword.

“You know what they do Japan? It's this kind of ritualistic suicide-
Sirius was roughly shoved with one of Remus’s pointy elbows.

“It a little early for hara kiri, don’t you think?” Remus said, prying James’s wand from Sirius’s grip and handing it back to him. “Anyway, I don’t think Evans hates him as much as she lets on,” Remus mumbled distractedly as he inspected the blade.

The sword looked like a replica of King Arthur’s Excalibur. It had a very elegant, jeweled handle, but instead of being sheathed in a rock, it was vanishing into a lamp post.

“What, are you mad? Sirius snapped indignantly at Remus. Anyone in their right mind would argue that Lily Evans did indeed hate James Potter as much as she let on. Anyone, except Sirius Black, who didn’t want his best friend tied up with a rule abiding bird, and who’s transfiguration craftsmanship had just been challenged.

“Look at how perfect the fucking handle is, and it’s not even my wand.”

“Wait, what did you just say, Moony?” James interrupted.

Remus looked up with an arrogant, superflous grin, while Sirius looked affronted.

“I was just saying, it’s a medieval style sword and Japanese Samari used tant-

“Not the sword, James said with an angry wave of his hands, “No, Evans, what did you say about Lily Evans?”

Remus frowned, clearly disappointed they would not be continuing their discussion of Medieval vs. Samari blades.

“I said, I don’t think she hates you as much as she lets on.”

“She called me a toe rag,” James said gloomily

Sirius slung his arm around James’s shoulder. “Tilt back your head, would you, Prongs?”

James obeyed without question, and Peter looked on enviously. Sirius’s warm fingers ghosted over James’s neck, lightly inspecting the long column of flesh. It caused an embarrassing wave of tingles to rush down James’s spine.

“What are you doing?” He asked irritably.

“It’s the duty of the best mate to cut off the head of his friend once he has gutted himself.”

“Hey, that’s not funny,” squeaked Peter, swallowing visibly when Sirius narrowed his eyes at him.

Remus sighed. “Did you hear what she said?” James lifted his head off Sirius’s arm looking slightly less miserable.

“What?”

“She said that she noticed how you always tussle your hair and –

“Would rather date the Giant Squid than James?” Sirius added helpfully. James threw his head back onto Sirius’s arm. “Go on, do it then.”

Later that night, alone in his bed, James plotted. There had to be a way to make Evans want to date him. All different sorts of ideas were regarded and tossed aside. A love potion would do the trick. but then people would probably notice if one day she hated him and the next she was making wedding arrangements with him. Besides he couldn’t do that to her.

Just then, however, the thought of her flipping her hair of her shoulder dazzled his minds eye again. The way the sunlight got caught in it and made it shine and her eyes… and the way she told him off. James twisted in bed and kicked violently at the bed covers.

There had to be some answer, and what he really needed was someone to sort through these ideas with. Someone to outwit his conscious. Someone like...

“Prongs?”

James jumped, startled by the sudden voice of his friend. Had he been that caught up in the mere thought of her that he hadn’t heard Sirius’s foot falls?

James turned on his side to see Sirius hovering over him.

“Was I thinking that loud?” James grinned.

“Great minds think a like and all that rot,” Sirius said, flinging himself down next to James.

“Budge over, would you?” In a few short moments Sirius had taken over most the room on James’s bed. His whole side was pressed snugly against James’s back, which James was grateful for. If Sirius had plopped down next to James’s front it could have been quite embarrassing. His body was having its typical reaction to extended thoughts of Lily Evans.

“It’s my bed,” James protested

Sirius propped himself against the headboard “Well, if you like being pressed up against me that much.” James didn’t have to see the haughty smirk on Sirius’s face to know it was there.

“Berk.” James muttered, edging over to let more of Sirius’s overly long legs take up more precious real estate.

“So, what I was thinking is,” Sirius started, “we need a charm.”

“Yeah,” James agreed, gleefully surprised Sirius wanted to help him with this matter.

“Something undetectable by Prior Incantato,” Sirius went on with the zealousness he always had when they were going to try out new, unapproved of magic.

“A spell that leaves no trace of itself…” His voice caressed the words lovingly.

Guilt started creeping back into James’s conscious. “I don’t know Sirius,” James shifted uncomfortably. “I want her to like me, but I don’t want to force her to do it.”

“What?” Sirius asked suspiciously.

Certain body parts back to their normal state James turned back onto his back and scowled at Sirius.

“Lily.” Even in the near dark of the room James could see the disappointment in Sirius slate blue eyes.

“Her again?” He asked with an impatient growl.

“Yeah, her again,” James said annoyed, shoving Sirius to make more room for himself.

Their bodies were still pressed close, as a matter a fact, a little of James’s leg was resting over Sirius’s.

“What were you talking about?”

“Scrubbing toilets with our bare hands, you dolt,” said Sirius as if this should be the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m talking about wandless magic.”

Sirius paused to make sure James was on the same page with him again.

James nodded. “Yeah.”

I got a hold of a sixth year charm book and I’m telling you Prongs, we’ve done harder stuff than that before.

Let's hear it. James resigned himself to hearing Sirius out, afterall, it wasn't like he wanted to scrub toilets.

They spent the rest of the night talking about the mechanics of the spell Sirius read about thus far. James was dangling on the edge of sleep, listening to the sound of Sirius even measured voice when he said, “You know, a lust charm would be kind of the same principal.”

“Hmmm?” James responded muzzly.

“A love potion could be detected in the blood. And anyway, can you imagine what Evans would do if she found out you slipped it to her?”

James grunted. To tired after hours of talking to even contemplate the possibility. “But a lust charm would do the trick, Sirius said softly turning on his side and touching James’s bicep.

“She wouldn’t know why, but she would just start thinking about you… wanting you. Sirius’s lips were close to James’s ear, he could feel his breath tickling the shell.

“Spending her nights with her fingers down her knickers fantasizing about you.”

“How would that be Prongs?”

James was suddenly very awake It was to warm to sleep. Sirius’s body was too close to his, but no it wasn’t close enough. He had to fight not to arch his back into Sirius’s groin every time he felt Sirius exhale against his skin.

“Is it working?” Sirius laughed and then he bit James’s ear.

James lost, his arse jutted backward into Sirius’s cock. Which thankfully was just as hard as his own.

“You hexed me?” James asked, not really caring if Sirius had or hadn’t.

Sirius tightened his grip on James’s arm and pulled him over onto his back He didn’t protest as Sirius pulled his legs apart and laid on top of him pressing their cocks together.

The spell intensified when James looked into Sirius devious eyes.

“Well technically I bewitched you.” Sirius said grinning with his perfect white teeth and his long silky hair falling over. Sirius was so fucking sexy.

James thighs tightened he reached up to try to kiss Sirius, but Sirius dodged his head to the side and leaned down to nibble on James’s throat.

“Love potions are so obvious, but lust charms are better see?” Sirius explained his lips teasing their way up to James’s chin. “If you use them on a girl who already likes you, you can get her to do things in bed she wouldn’t normally want to try. I got Bertha Jorkins to take in the ass, you know?”

The mere thought of Sirius naked was enough to make James hard for a month, but to think of him with his cock in Jorkins arse, better yet his arse made James crazy with built up lust.

He grabbed Sirius by the hair and tried to kiss him again, but Sirius refused pulling back. He yanked Sirius head up and wrapped his legs around his waist making his cock press harder against Sirius’s.

“Kiss me.. kiss me.” James begged desperately. “Let go of my hair you idiot.” Sirius growled.

“Noo. No.” James said grinding upward. “Kiss me.”

Sirius smacked him. It stung, made James’s eyes water with surprise and somehow made him more turned on than he thought possible.

“Please Sirius I need you…I…I.”

Looking far to pleased with himself, which James found inexplicably sexy, Sirius promised to kiss him if he put his arms over his head and laid perfectly still. James complied instantly. Sirius closed his fingers over James’s wrist and lowered his mouth to James’s. Why was Sirius talking so much? Didn’t he know how hard it was not to touch?

“As I was saying before Prongs.” Sirius went on smugly. “If it’s someone who doesn’t really like you, then you have to make it last longer. Snog them but don’t let them come cause once they do the spell is broken. But they still won’t have any idea they’ve been under any kind of spell.” Sirius licked James lips. “They’ll just break it off with you the next day.”

“Or, you can just do the counter curse.” James was shaking now, his belly wet with precome.
“So, don’t punch me when I break the charm. I was just trying to show you how the spell works.”

James strained upward. “Please.” His voice cracked.

But Sirius just said. “Stay.” And leaned back onto his knees.

James knew Sirius was going to break the spell in completely the wrong way.

His hands flew from above his head where they’d been obediently waiting. He grabbed Sirius’s wrist. “You promised.” James said noting how shaky his voice was. “You said if I lay still you would kiss me.”

Sirius frowned. “I’m going to lift the spell, mate, and you won’t want me to.” Sirius assured him, but now James was angry.

“Finite.” Sirius whispered and nothing happened. It had taken a strenuous amount of control to lie there and have all that warm skin and all that dark hair so close to his body and not be able to touch and now Sirius had just broke his promise?

He yanked Sirius forward, rolling him over so that he was pinned under James. Now it was Sirius with his arms trapped above his head. If Sirius struggled or was just writhing under James, he wouldn’t have been able to tell.

James’s muscles were coiled tight, adrenalin coursing magic through his veins; he could feel it thrumming at his finger tips. He was sure he could manage a bit of wandless magic himself if Sirius even thought about trying to get up.

“If you ever lie to me again.” James said lethally, nipping at Sirius’s lips. Sirius laughed and opened up for James. His tongue dived past Sirius’s teeth into the warm depths of Sirius’s mouth. For a moment all he could do was moan with incoherent pleasure as their tongues slid over each other.

“You were hard, too.” James reminded Sirius, pulling back long enough to tug his shirt off. Sirius, most fortunately, didn’t have his on.

“Yeah, well.” Sirius said, lifting his hips up so James could get his bottoms off. “I never tried it wandless before. I think I got a little, too, on the recoil.”

“We better get to spell breaking, then.” He said hungrily.

He wanted to lick Sirius all over. He also wanted Sirius’s lips on his cock, or his cock inside Sirius. He was hovering over Sirius trying to decide just where to begin, when Sirius's fingers brushed delicately over his balls, and he instantly came up with what he considered his best idea up to date.

Turning so his cock was facing Sirius’s head he straddled his knees wide on either side of Sirius’s pillow.

Sirius started to sit up, his nose bumped into James’s erection and he slumped back onto the pillow shaking his head, “No way.”

“Why not? I’ll do yours.”

Sirius looked up and then back at James who was staring at him through his arms.

“You’ll go first?”

James turned his attention back to Sirius’s cock which was flat and very erect against his stomach.

Sure he would go first, he would go second and third…. His face was right there. His lips just at the head. It was odd and wonderful. Odd to be putting his mouth on another man's penis and wonderful when Sirius grabbed his thigh and moaned. His tongue darted out. The head was smooth and dry. Sirius sucked in a sharp breath.

It was all the encouragement James needed, and it made him want to taste more. He moved his lips very gently over the tip, taking it in and resting it on his tongue. Warm fluid dripped onto his taste buds, clean and slightly salty like diluted ocean water. Sirius was leaking for him. It made James feel powerful and sexy. He swirled the liquid around the head mixing it with his own spit, knowing just how good it must feel to Sirius.

He wasn’t wrong. Sirius’s hips jerked upward making more of his cock slip past James’s lips.

“Prongs.” Sirius rasped out. “Prongs.”

James ignored him. He took the base with his free hand and tightened his lips around Sirius's girth, trying to get as much suction as possible and started working his mouth up and down Sirius’s length.

Sirius bit his thigh. Bad dog. James wanted to reprimand him. Why was he biting? To keep himself form moaning too loudly? It made him want to make Sirius scream so loud people would be able to hear it in the great hall.

Two broad hands grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled them apart so that the delicate skin around his hole was pulled taut.

“Ow.” James complained, not appreciating the interruption. Sirius cock fell out of his mouth and made a wet slapping noise as it hit Sirius’s belly, which made James all the more eager to have it back.

“James.” Sirius's voice commanded. “Look at me.”

James straightened his arms and peered at Sirius. Sirius stopped pulling his arse cheeks so far apart and instead directed James’s hips in a more downward direction.

Oh, he saw where Sirius was going with this and was willing to admit he was wrong. He now whole heartedly agreed with the interruption as he watched his cock being slowly lowered to Sirius lips.

Sirius licked, taking his time teasing the head of James’s cock until James couldn’t take it anymore and pushed in deeper. Sirius used his tongue differently than James had. He kept it pressed flat along the shaft as James thrust downward, so that when James pulled up his cock was shiny and wet with saliva. And, Sirius used his lips to suck hard around James’s glans till James had to thrust back in and so the cycle repeated itself till Sirius bucked his hips and James took his cock into his mouth.

Sirius hummed appreciatively, which caused Sirius’s lips to vibrate ever so slightly around his already sensitive prick. James hummed back, and pretty soon they were humming and slurping over each others cocks. Sirius was the first to come. James swallowed as the hot liquid filled his mouth and, with two vicious thrusts down Sirius throat, he was doing the same.

The next day, McGonagall confiscated their wands, and Filch handed them buckets. "Mr. Potter. You and Mr. Pettigrew are to clean the girls lavatories, starting with the top floors and working your way down."

"Wait," Sirius butted in. Professor McGonagall threw him a scolding glare. "Why does James get to do the girls rooms?" Sirius had spent enough time in both girls and boys toilets to know which job would be far easier.

Remus kicked his leg. "Shut up, Sirius." He said through clenched teeth.

"Yes, do shut up, Sirius." James chimed in, looking at Sirius for the first time since he’d rolled off him that morning and headed straight to the showers.

"Why don’t you make me, Potter?" Sirius said before he could stop himself. Really, there was something about having it off with your best mate and then having him act like a complete twat the next day that was thoroughly annoying.

"Fifteen points from Gryffindor." Professor McGonagall’s voice snapped.

"Wha- what?" Sirius stuttered, shocked.

"A piece." She went on firmly, her mouth twisting into a sour little bow as if she had just sucked on a particularly tangy lemon. For lack of control. "Really, I don’t know what has gotten into you two lately, but I’m very disappointed."

The worst part wasn’t cleaning the toilets, but having to pass Filch’s inspections. Which resulted in having to do the most laborious jobs twice. Also, Moony wasn’t an exceptional amount of fun in these situations.

"No he didn’t think it was a good idea to charm the toilets to spit water whenever someone sat down. And, no, he would not share his gloves with Sirius." Remus had been the only one offered rubber gloves.

On Thursday, he and James still hadn’t done more than nod hello to each other at meal times.

No one noticed, however, because all any of them had energy to do was nod at each other. Hogwarts had what seemed like infinite number of bathrooms. So many, in fact, that Sirius thought it would be a good idea to make a map of all of them and then blow them up at a later time. That way, if they ever got detention scrubbing toilets again, which was more than likely, there would only be four, not a bizillion.

Sirius skipped dinner on Friday; all he wanted to do was sleep, and he was almost there when his bed curtains were roughly shoved aside.

"Padfoot?"

Sirius turned to see his James looming over him.

"Yeah?"

"Move over would you." James said, flopping down on the bed next to him.

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