Part 4 of sleep paralysis demon barty x human James!! Previous parts here!
Sirius is here and also Remus appears!!! (For context, wolfstar is dating and sometimes James joins them if you get what I mean but he's not dating them. That's their dynamic in this thing.)
Also decided to make Barty trans because I have free will.
Last thing, this is something I write when I have random energy bursts. I write it, sometimes reread it and post it. Nothing more. There's not too much effort put into it, just redirecting my energy towards something i like so im glad people like it so far!!
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Barty's hands grasp the edge of the dresser he's perched on so hard his knuckles hurt.
He wants to look away.
He wants to get closer.
He wants to leave and never come back again.
He wishes he could push away the long haired boy kissing his Jamie and sit in his lap instead.
"Sirius-" Jamie murmurs breathlessly against the lips of the black haired boy.
Barty cant understand why it bothers him so much, but seeing the black haired boy in Jamie's lap, hands roaming bodies and hips grinding against eachother is making him go insane.
He's... angry? mad? upset? jealous? envious? horny?
Angry because he has to pay his fucking bills.
Mad because he hasn't been able to successfully do his job since the night Jamie saw him.
Upset because he can't get himself to move from where he seems to be glued on the dresser and leave.
Jealous because thats his Jamie.
Envious because he's not the one sitting in Jamie's lap.
Horny because even though Barty desperately wants, yet still doesn't realize, to be in the long haired boy's place, seeing them make out like they can't get enough of eachother is probably one of the hottest things he's ever seen.
Jamie looks up at the long haired boy, his hands grabbing his waist, fingers slipping under his shirt and slowly going up his back.
Barty is too turned to even feel embarrassed about the way he's staring. He forgets to breathe. He forgets to even blink.
Jamie's face cradled in the pale hands of the long haired boy looks almost innocent, but when you see Jamie's spit slick parted lips, pupils blown out, chest heaving as he chases the long haired boys lips when he pulls back.
Barty whines, he whines, when the long haired boy's hair gets in Barty's view, covering Jamie's face. He hears Jamie groan softly as their hips grind slowly against eachother and sees the way Jamie's hands grab firmly long haired boy's hips, guiding his movements.
Barty's breath hitches and he, hesitantly at first, slips a hand in his pants, groaning at the initial relief he feels. He grinds on his hand in time the with the pace that Jamie moves the long haired boy's hips.
Barty lets out a shaky breath and bites his lip to keep his noises down; not out of fear of being heard (they can't hear him) but because he doesn't want to miss any of Jamie's noises.
Barty nearly cries put of joy when Jamie cups the long haired boy's cheek, brushing the hair out of his face and slowly running his face through the curly strands. Barty starts wondering what Jamie's golden skin will look like in contrast with his blonde hair. Would he pull at it? Or would he run his fingers through it and look at the neon green dyed tips?
Barty grinds against his hand a little faster, stifling a moan and trying his best to not cum when he hears Jamie curse under his breath when the long haired boy starts kissing down his neck.
Barty hadn't even noticed that Jamie was only in his boxers and a oversized t-shirt while the long haired boy was still wearing his outside clothes.
Is he not spending the night as Barty thought?
"Cariad," A soft low voice murmurs from the door and everyone in the room jumps, including Barty.
Barty stops grinding his hips and pulls his hand out of his pants, ignoring the way his fingers glisten from how wet he is.
He looks at the door and sees a lanky, tall boy with brown curly hair and scars. He recognizes him from the picture wall. Jamie and the long haired boy don't even seem to be embarrassed to be found like this by what Barty assumes is their friend, considering he must have a key to be even here.
The long haired boy plants a soft kiss to Jamie's lips before clumsily getting off the bed, nearly stumbling and falling on the floor, and goes to hug the tall boy.
Barty's eyes go wide when the long haired boy kisses the tall boy. From context and countless nights spent staring at Jamie, Barty knows that the long haired boy is his best friend, whom he apparently makes out with when drunk.
Barty assumes the tall boy is the long haired boy's partner given they way they're talking to eachother.
"You're early, love." The long haired boy murmurs.
"I'm actually late, baby. Couldn't find a spot to park. Did you and Prongs have fun at the club?" The tall ones asks but smirks at the long haired boy like he already knows the answer before glancing at Jamie.
"Oh, definitely, Moony." Jamie answers instead, turning his head slightly to the side and pointing at the fresh hickey there. "Your boyfriend is a biter, you know that, Moons?"
Barty swallows hard, seeing the bruise with a hint of teeth marks on his golden skin is making him go crazy. He wants kiss, bite, lick every inch of this man.
"As if he hasn't been biting us since we were eleven. Now he just has two ways of doing that." The tall one chuckles and pulls at the collar of his sweater, exposing an actual bite mark on the soft spot where his neck meets his shoulder.
"Fair." Jamie shrugs.
"You both like it." The long haired boy pouts but it doesn't last long before he yawns and looks up at the tall boy.
Barty perks up at that. He hadn't even realized how focused he was on listening to them.
"Alright, I'm taking this one home, thanks for babysitting, Jamie!" The tall one wraps his arm around the long haired boy's waist and gently pulls him closer as they walk out of the room, saying bye to Jamie.
"Bye!! Text when you get home!" Jamie yells and then slumps down in bed.
Barty takes the opportunity to admire Jamie's body. His biceps as they flex. His waist exposed by his shirt riding up. His happy trail. His thick thighs. His hard cock in his boxers.
Barty needs to ride him.
Barty jumps off the dresser and sits on the floor on the side of the bed, looking at Jamie's profile.
His nose is slightly crooked.
Barty wants to kiss it.
His hair is a mess.
Barty wants to run his hands through it.
His glasses are crooked.
Barty wants to take them off with his teeth.
The hickey on his neck is not big but already turning purple.
Barty wants to bite Jamie.
Jamie yawns and turns his head to look at the clock. It's 3am.
Barty's gaze roams over James's body, lingering on where not too long ago there was a tent. Barty is no expert but he's pretty sure Jamie is pretty... gifted.
Barty sits there, feeling his underwear get soaked from how wet he is but with no way of actually giving himself some relief.
Surprisingly, it doesn't take too long for Jamie's eyes to start closing and soon his soft snores fill the room.
Barty swallows. He feels like he's going crazy. He must be or he wouldn't be doing what he's about to do.
He crawls on the bed carefully and then snaps his fingers, activating the spell that let's him see Barty. If Barty purposefully makes it so that James can still move despite the spell technically being also a paralyzing one is nobody's business.
He straddles Jamie's hips, holding his breath as he does so.
He looks down at Jamie's and feels like he shouldn't be doing this but then he gives and experimental grind and instantly curses himself for doing this for but also for not doing this earlier.
He grinds slowly against Jamie's cock, biting his lip hard to not let any sounds out.
Barty nearly jumps out of his skin when Jamie's hands grab his hips, not to stop him but to guide him almost.
Barty must be going insane.
He doesn't stop. He follows Jamie's guidance and groans when he Jamie pulls him down to grind harder against his cock.
Barty must be going insane.
Jamie opens his eyes and looks at him.
Barty has definitely gone insane.
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