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"So...are we gonna talk about it, or will you continue to act like everything's bloody perfect, then?" James asked lightly, moving to sit next to Sirius on the windowsill in their dorm.
Sirius, who was staring out into the night sky, his knees tucked to his chest, frowned, barely acknowledging his best friend. "Everything is bloody perfect, Prongs," he murmured, not making eye contact.
"Oh yeah? Then why're you treating me like I snogged Snivellus last night instead of snogging you?"
He blushed. He couldn't help it. The whole thing was so ridiculously stupid and mortifying that there was no other choice. Because the only reason they'd snogged was because of a dare, a stupid fucking joke. It'd been consensual, enthusiastically so, and both boys had beamed as the crowd of people watching had cheered them on in the lead-up.
As soon as their lips had touched and Sirius's body had lit up in sparkling flames, all bets were off.
Because he'd never had a kiss like that. A kiss so consuming that he'd lost his breath, his thoughts, his sense of time and space. He'd never been so affected by another person's hands on his skin. Never before had he pulled back from another person only to crave their touch so much it felt like an addiction, dazed and giddy. But now he felt like an absolute arse.
Because James seemed completely unaffected.
He knew he shouldn't feel used. He'd known, going in, what that kiss was supposed to mean. But when James'd run his fingers through Sirius's hair, groaning and pulling him closer...fuck, it hadn't felt like a joke.
So yeah, he'd been sulking a bit. Sue him.
"I'm fine," he insisted, narrowing his eyes and wishing James would just fuck off.
"Is there a chance...just perhaps...that you were...affected? By what happened last night?" the taller boy pushed, nudging him with his shoulder.
And Sirius lost it. "Of-fucking-course there is, James!" he shouted, rounding on him. "You bloody well know that, and yet you've decided that you can't let it go! I dunno why you're insisting on making it even more obvious than it already is that you're not interested, but-"
And then, James's lips crashed into his. Again.
Immediately, he lost all train of thought, his body responding in the only possible rational way: melting completely into James's touch. Whimpering a little, he pressed closer, wanting everything that the other boy would give him. It wasn't until several seconds later that he remembered himself, pulling back and gasping.
"Go out with me," James interrupted, grinning so wide he might've won the Quidditch Cup.
"Go on. Let me take you to Hogsmeade or something. I'll even pull out your chair, like a proper gentleman. Just...I fucking love kissing you. I love being with you. So...go out with me," he urged, eyes wide with sincerity.
And all Sirius could do was nod. Because yeah....that made perfect sense. "Alright," he said, grinning.
