Mutual Favours

Title: Mutual Favours
Author: Kitty-Rose (seraphimoftheskies@hotmail.com)
Are: Ae: Ask first
Pairing: Sirius/James
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, and I wasn’t the one who invented chocolate spread either.
Summary: James needs some advice from Sirius.
A/N: Thanks to Meeko May for reviewing!! :) Chocolate spread, is by the way, in case they don’t have it in your country, a kind of chocolatey thing that comes in a jar and you can spread on toast or in sandwiches, and I daresay people have all kinds of other uses for it. So now you know. Oh, and ‘ta’ is another British word that means ‘thank you’.

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It was no good, James resolved. Even though he was home for the holidays, he still couldn’t relax. Things that were far more stressful than exams were haunting his mind, and they were harder to escape.

Eventually he sighed in the darkness and crawled across the room to where Sirius was sleeping in the spare bed. Sirius had taken to living at James’ in the holidays, ever since he’d ran away from home the previous year. He shook his snoring friend roughly. \"Hey, Sirius, wake uake ake up, stupid!\"

Sirius continued to snore, and then suddenly he lashed withwith his arm, sending James tumbling off the side of the bed. He grinned as he tried to make James out in the darkness, just imagining what the whole thing must have looked like.

\"Ow!\" James complained, but he was grinning too. \"You didn’t have to do that!\"

\"Don’t wake me up when I’m having nice dreams then.\"

\"What were you dreaming about?\"

\"Sally Roberts. Fifth year.\" Sirius lapsed into a different kind of grin.

\"Hufflepuff chaser? Blonde pigtails?\"

\"That’s the one. I think she fancies me.\"

\"Sirius, every one fancies you, remember?\"

\"Exactly,\" Sirius agreed, ignoring the sarcasm.

James said nothing, sniggering to himself in the darkness.

\"What did you want, anyway? Can I go back to sleep and try and dream about Amber again? Or the other Hufflepuff chaser… short hair, big smile, what’s her name?\"

\"Amber Drake, and she’s going out with the Ravenclaw keeper anyway.\" James hadn’t bothered to learn the names of the boys on the Quidditch teams. \"And no you can’t go back to sleep. I need a favour.\"

\"Alright, alright.\" Sirius sat up in bed. \"What do you want?\"

\"Someone to come and eat junk food with me and listen to me spill out all my troubles.\"

\"Ahh, you need advice from the Love God, eh?\" Sirius nodded approvingly.

James reached out suddenly and tugged Sirius off the bed, but somehow as he was falling, Sirius managed to grab the other boy by the arm and they both landed on the floor with a bump, laughing and trying to pin each other down. They were trying their best to be quiet: after all, James’ parents would probably not approve of them sneaking around the house at night.

\"Come on then,\" James said, breathlessly, when it was clear neither of them would win the play fight. \"Let’s go downstairs.\"

The Potters’ kitchen was a large one with plenty of cupboards and work surfaces that were made of cosy lookwoodwood and white sparkling tiles. James’ mother was a Muggle and also a cook at the nearby primary school and so she knew the importance of such things as children’s favourite food.

James lit the candle nearest the door, and all the other candles in the kitchen followed suit, sparking into life in sync with the first one. An orange glow filled the kitchen, not only lighting it but magically warming it too, which was convenient, as the boys were dressed only in their boxer shorts. They couldn’t be bothered to hunt around for clothes in silence upstairs in the dark. Two floors down, they could afford to be noisy and careless.

James hunted around in the cupboard, looking for something that required minimal effort. He found some chocolate spread and handed it to Sirius.

\"Hold that while I do the toast.\"

\"What the hell is it?\" Sirius was still constantly surprised by different types of Muggle food here. As soon as he’d worked his way through all the food in the kitchen, a completely different lot would arrive.

\"You’ll see.\"

James went to open a drawer, and then frowned. \"Hang on, there’s no knives clean. I can’t be arsed to wash up, can you?\"


\"It’s alright,\" Sirius replied, already sniffing at the chocolate spread. \"I’ll use my fingers.\"

\"Sirius, other people have to ehat hat too you know,\" James said, but watched, amused, as his friend began to scoop chocolate spread out of the jar with his fingers.

\"Good stuff, isn’t it?\" Sirius seemed impressed, and showed no signs of putting the jar down. \"Yep. My mum had cravings for nothing but that apparently, when she was pregnant with me.\"

\"Cool.\" Sirius nodded approvingly. He could imagine what his own mother would say about such things. No doubt she’d lived on a strict healthy diet when pret wit with her children. Not for the first time, Sirius was glad he was living with James.

\"So, what do you want to talk about?\" Sirius hopped up to sit on the work surface, kicking his legs against the cupboard door as he began to stick his tongue into the jar.

\"You know Lily Evans?\"

Sirius considered. \"Red hair? Bit bossy? Got the best marks in the year on that Potions test?\"

\"That’s the one. I got talking to her at the last Quidditch match… she came to talk to me. We were getting on pretty well.\"

Sirius grinned. \"Good for you.\"

\"I’m thinking… I might ask her out on a date, when we go back to school.\" James spoke slowly, thoughtfully.

\"Good idea.\" Sirius began to lick the chocolate spread off the fingers on his left hand, and then took the jar in that hand so he could lick the other.

\"I just… this is going to sound stupid. And if you tell anybody else, you’re dead,\" James warned.

\"Go on!\" Sirius grinned. \"When have I ever broken your trust? Anyway, I want to know. This is fun.\"

\"I’m worried about, you know, kissing her.\" James looked awkward, and then punched

Sirius playfully on the arm, seeing his friend snigger.

\"Hey, don’t hurt the chocolate spread. I’m not done with this stuff yet.\"

\"Then act serious and help me out here.\"

\"There’s not much I can really explain about kissing.\" Sirius shrugged. \"You just kind of, do it. It all comes with practice.\"

James looked worried. \"But what if I mess it up?\ \"P \"Perhaps you’d better kiss someone who doesn’t matter. For practice. Alice Fielding would do, sixth year. She snogs absolutely anyone. I call that desperate, if you ask me, but she has her uses.\"

\"But what if Lily found out?\"

Sirius looked thoughtful. \"Hmm. This is a tricky one. Perhaps you could practice on your hand, or on a mirror or something. Here.\" He held out his hand. \"Kiss that.\"
James raised an eyebrow. \"It can’t kiss back.\"

Sirius waved a finger. \"Pretend that’s Lily’s tongue.\"

\"I’m sure Lily doesn’t taste of chocolate spread.\"

\"Hey, you’d be surprised. Joking, joking! Don’t look at me like that. Okay um, Plan B. What shall we have for Plan B?\"

James suddenly looked awkward. \"Well…\"

\"What?\"

\"You know when I gave you all my notes for Muggle Studies last exams? And how I introduced you to Annie Young…\"

\"Seventh year, Ravenclaw, bit chubby?\"

\"That’s right…\"

\"Yeah… go on.\"

\"Well, seeing as you owe me a huge favour now…\" James tailed off.

Sirius gasped, teasingly. \"Oh, hang on a second. You want me to give you actual kissing lessons? Real physical actual kissing les?\"s?\"

\"Yeah…\"

\"Ooh I’ll have to think about that one. Weigh up the pros and cons. Cons, you’re like my brother. Pros, I’ve never kissed a boy and I’ve always said I’ll try everything once…\"

\"Pros, you’ll be really helping out a friend.\" James looked hopeful.\"Hm\"Hmm, you’re right. Okay then.\"

Before James had a chance to react to this, Sirius still sitting on the work surface, had put down the chocolate spread and had pulled James towards him, between his open legs so as to avoid knees getting in the way. James felt sticky lips touch his own, firm hands on his shoulders. And a strong taste of chocolate spread.

He realized that he was responding, kissing back before he’d even really noticed. So kisses weren’t really all that much trouble after all. He poked tentatively at Sirius’ lips with his tongue, and smugly pushed in when he felt Sirius open his mouth. Wouldn’t want Sirius to think he was frigid, would he? Besides, all this may come in very useful someday.

After a few minutes however, Sirius pulled away. \"Now, lovely as that was, I want some more chocolate spread.\" His hand reached underneath James’ arm to retrieve the jar. \"Did that help at all?\"

\"I think so.\" James frowned. In a strange way, he felt like he did when they were play fighting: trying to think of the next move, trying to read unspoken rules. Without thinking he reached out with a finger and rubbed some chocolate spread from Sirius’ nose.

\"Ta,\" Sirius said, cheerfully. \"So, if there’s nothing else you can do for me, can you do me a favour?\"

\"Depends what it is.\"

\"It’s a bit like yours, but a bit different.\" Sirius seemed overly cheerful and hopped down from the work surface. \"Anthony Flint, in our dormitory, he was saying some rather worrying things about size…\"

\"Size?\" James seemed alarmed.

\"Uh-huh. Thirteen inches, he said, for the average guy.\"

\"Thirteen inches!\"

\"That’s what I thought,\" Sirius agreed. \"So I was wondering if you could just let me have a look, so I can see if that really is average. I mean, you’ve got average size hands and feet, haven’t you?\"

\"You are not having a look!\" James insisted, taking a step backwards and gripping the top of his boxers. \"But I’ll tell you that thirteen inches would be a big exaggeration.\"

\"Sure you’re not just saying that to make me feel better?\"

\"I’m quite sure! Besides, as long as all your girls are happy with it, isn’t that what matters?\"

\"Well, the thing is,\" Sirius admitted, sheepishly. \"None of them have actually seen it. I’m a serial snogger, not a shagger.\"

James opened his mouth in surprise. \"What about Annie and Alice and Lucille and-\"
\"Exaggerations,\" Sirius said, ruefully. \"Alice was too shy, Lucille was only doing me a favour, Annie was a little too intimidating… I’ve done a bit of exploring though, and let me tell you, tits are great.\"

James continued to stare at Sirius. \"Really?\"

Sirius suddenly leapt forwards and yanked James’ boxers around his ankles. \"I see. How much bigger does it get then?\"

James quickly tugged them back gaingain. \"I don’t know, I don’t count these things! Was all that just a lie to get me unaware?\"

\"No, it was true. But come on - help me out here. I need to know.\"

James held out his hands about six inches apart, uncertainly. \"About that big?\"

Sirius held his own hands up next to James’ and was even more uncertain, changing the distance between his hands dramatically every three seconds. \"I can’t remember either. Show me yours anyway, as you saw mine. It’s only fair.\" A feeble move, but James was feeling rather inexperienced in this game. Even if Sirius was much less experienced than he let on.

Sirius grinned. \"You’re getting into this, aren’t you?\"

James hesitated, and then lunged for Sirius. But somehow they slipped on the tiled floor, and ended up play fighting again, each trying to grab each other’s boxers. After a few frantic moments, there was a rip, and James sat up with a good percentage of Sirius’ boxers in his hands.

\"Ooh, now look what you’ve done,\" Sirius said, although he didn’t seem in the least bit concerned. He pulled the rest of his boxers off and threw them across the kitchen. \"There you go, happy now?\"

\"I suppose so.\"

\"Off with yours then. As you said, we’ve got to play fair.\"
\"No. Oh, alright then.\" James hurriedly obeyed. He’d rather take them off himself than have Sirius force them off him. But Sirius wasn’t even looking, didn’t seem to care, fully absorbed by his jar of chocolate spread again.

\"Look,\" James said, feeling rather offended.

\"Very nice.\" Sirius nodded, and held out a chocolate covered finger. \"Want some?\"

James hesitated. This new game was getting increasingly harder to play. Then he stepped forward, took Sirius’ finger in his mouth and rather than just sucking the chocolate off, he ran his tongue along it, lovingly. His tongue was moving around and around, and he was sucking slightly, before he suddenly realized that this was rather similar to that type of activity Anthony Flint was always talking about. He pulled away, and looked up suspiciously, wishing he could read Sirius’ mind.

Sirius was grinning, amused, and he said again, \"You really are getting into this aren’t you?\"

\"So are you.\" Another weak move, but James was out of his depth.

\"I certainly am.\" Sirius tugged James towards him again, this time holding him still with his legs. Another chocolate spread covered finger entered James’ mouth, and he didn’t make any attempt to stop it, suddenly taken over by the realization that his stomach was pressed against - James swallowed, awkwardly, and decided not to finish that thought.
Sirius was pushing his finger steadily in and out of James’ mouth, evidently amused that James was totally surrendering to his game. James realized in horror that it seemed to affecting him somehow: he could feel tingles rushing from his tongue to his fingertips to his crotch. He fought the sensation, but he could feel it increasing, could feel a hardening… Hied ied to wriggle from Sirius’ legs that were tight around him, but in doing so he felt Sirius’ own erection against his stomach, and he stopped moving immediately. A realization and a reassurance swept over him and he gave up his move, fixing his gaze on Sirius and letting the other boy take over.

Sirius removed his finger, a strange smile on his lips, and he pulled James closer, hands on his shoulders. Their lips met again, slower this time. James’ eyes closed. He didn’t fight the sensation any longer. He let it creep over him, like pins and needles, and revelled in the new experience. Even his lips were tingling, aching in the moments when they brushed away from Sirius’, tongue seeking its haven again.

Sirius slipped down from the work surface, his mouth never leaving James’, or hands leaving shoulders. James caught his weight as Sirius leaned forward, succumbing to it as he was to desire.

Then Sirius’ kisses moved, onto James’ chin, his neck, fingers running down James’ body in advance of his lips, as though preparing the way. James lips ached for Sirius to kiss them again, but the other sensations were providing a distraction. He let out an involuntary gasp as he felt Sirius’ tongue lick his stomach, fingers moving ever lower…

He opened his eyes as he felt Sirius’ fingers leave his body and then felt the other boy’s hands in his, tugging him gently to the floo hao have lips reclaim his again. The tiled floor was cold against James’ bare skin as he lay next to Sirius, but that only intensified the tingling. Sirius’ hands were still exploring, back on James’ stomach, lowering ever so slowly. James’ hands reached over of their own accord, to mirror Sirius’ actions on Sirius’ own stomach.

Both sets of hands moving in unison, fingers brushed over hardness. Both boys moaned softly, and Sirius broke away from the kiss. \"Hang on a second,\" he said, and looked down thoughtfully. \"Well if that’s average, then I’m content. Pretty evenly matched, eh?\"

James didn’t answer, eager to carry on what they’d started, and let his fingers grip Sirius’ erection in his hands. He was pleased with the gasp it invoked, and then felt the same sensation as Sirius’ hands moved. They quickly found a rhythm and made it their own, hands moving together, mouths reunited again.

\"Do you think,\" gasped James, making out the syllables in the brief moments their lips were apart. \"You know what-\"

\"What Anthony Flint always talks about,\" Sirius finished, too busy for anymore sniggering or grinning. He wriggled around deftly, his mouth reaching James’ length within moments.

Despite the intensifying sensation within him, James managed to roll over slightly to take Sirius’ hardness in his mouth. His lips closed around it, his tongue running down its length and they mimicked each other’s actions, improvising and learning as they went.
James could feel something building up inside him and with each second sensation surpassed imagination. His breathing quickened, gasping in the moments when his mouth was free to breathe, and he could feel Sirius’ reactions too, the same as his.

\"James, I--\"

\"Yeah,\" James managed, and then suddenly it overtook him, rising above him and spilling out into Sirius’ mouth. Sirius, too, was shuddering to a climax, and James tasted the sweet fluid on his tongue, enhancing his own pleasure.

For a few moments, neither said anything, getting their breath back and recovering from the experience. James licked the trickling substance from around his mouth, and found his lips had picked up traces of chocolate from kissing Sirius earlier.

Sirius sat up. \"Well, we both learnt something there, didn’t we? I’d say we’re a eve even now.\"

\"Yeah, I think so,\" James agreed. \"But what does this mean now?\"

\"Oh, what everything always meant,\" Sirius said, standing up and picking up the chocolate spread thoughtfully. \"You can go and ask Lily out and feel a little more experienced and I can now have the courage to go seduce all those boys I haven’t had the guts to approach before. Henry Green, for example. The one going out with the equally sexy Amber Drake.\" He sighed dreamily.

\"Henry Green? Ravenclaw Keeper, blonde spiky hair?\"

\"Uh-huh... You too?\" Sirius grinned. It seemed they had found yet another thing in common.

\"I think so.\"

\"Oh, the fun we could have!\" Sirius discarded the chocolate spread. \"What do you think? Up for it?\"