Marauder Rare Pairs ♦ Fic: What's mine is yours
Title: What’s mine is yours
Author: kubrick_potter
Pairing: James/Sirius
Rating: PG13/R
Word Count: 1,323
Prompt: (if applicable) #46
Warnings: swearing, boys cuddling, fluff, teeny tiny boy love
Summary: The night Sirius ran away from Grimmauld he went to James’s house in search of a new home
Author's Notes: (optional) Thank you so much to S for being an amazing beta! I owe this being posted to you.
The rain lashed down on top of Sirius’s head. Droplets trickled down his neck to his spine, which chilled him to the bone. He shivered as he walked, trailing his trunk behind him, full of the only possessions he had left in the world.
He squinted through the rain, his feet becoming increasingly tired with each step.
“Not far now,” he muttered, beneath his breath.
When he saw the wrought iron gate his heart lifted and he was propelled by a sudden burst of energy. Dragging the trunk as if it weighed nothing now, Sirius rushed to the black fence and pushed open the gate, which unlocked at his touch. He smiled to himself as he hurried up the path, sheltered by hanging trees which kept the magnificent home from view.
He stared up into the three storey house but there were no lights on in the many windows. He checked the watched strapped to his wrist - it was made of pure gold, perhaps he could sell it in the future - and saw that it was closing to 2:00 a.m. He winced. He had been walking for three hours; his feet screamed their acknowledgment.
He gazed back at the house feeling like a complete moron having to knock this late into the night at his best friend’s door, but he couldn’t stay outside, not in the rain, not like this.
Screwing up all of his Gryffindor courage and pushing down all of the Gryffindor pride, Sirius stepped up onto the porch and rapped three times on the door. He bit his lip as he waited. He shook his head like a dog to get rid of the excess water in his hair, which resulted in making it stand on end like James’s.
After a few more seconds Sirius’s lungs began to burn and he realised he was holding his breath, so he quickly exhaled. He shifted from one foot to the other, trying to make himself knock again when the heavy wooden door opened a crack and a big hazel eye hidden behind thin glass peered around the edge.
Sirius smiled charmingly. “Hello Prongs.”
The door opened wider and James Potter stood there, staring at Sirius like he’d never seen him before. His mouth was open and his hair was even messier than usual. He was dressed in flannel pyjama bottoms and a greying t-shirt. Sirius had never thought anyone had ever looked so warm and inviting.
“Padfoot?” James croaked in a ‘just-woken-up-from-a-heavy-sleep’ voice.
“Gonna invite me in?” Sirius asked around a smile. ‘Please,’ he thought, shivering.
James jumped as if given a shock and stepped to the side, extending his arm.
“Thank you,” Sirius murmured gratefully, walking indoors. He quickly toed off his shoes, not wanting to damage Mrs Potter’s carpet.
He placed his trunk to the side beneath the coat rack and turned to see James still staring at him, wide-eyed, without blinking.
“Stop it, Prongs. You’re going to give me a complex.”
“What are you doing here?” James asked, his eyes swivelling from the trunk to Sirius’s eye. Sirius had felt it throb since the rain began two hours ago and could only assume that he now had the makings of an almighty black eye. “Who did that to you?”
Sirius touched his face and winced and James copied the expression as if he shared his pain.
“That would be the courtesy of my old man,” Sirius sighed. James merely blinked in response. “I left,” Sirius supplied helpfully.
“Left?” James whispered.
Sirius nodded, “Yeah.”
“You... you left Grimmauld Place?”
“Yeah.”
“For good?”
“... Yeah.”
Suddenly Sirius had an arm full of James. The taller boy dove at Sirius, crushing him in such an embrace Sirius had a split second of fearing for his life. Death from asphyxiation by a cuddle.
“Prongs, mate... can’t breathe,” Sirius gasped.
“Shit, sorry mate... sorry.” James let go of and stepped back before pulling him in for a less severe hug. “Are you okay?”
Sirius smiled, “Yes, just tired.”
“Oh right, yeah. And you’re soaking. Come upstairs and we’ll tell mum and dad you’re here in the morning.”
Sirius hesitated. “You don’t mind me staying here?” He didn’t mean just tonight, he knew he didn’t and he knew James knew he didn’t. He needed a new home and where better than where his best mate, his James was.
Smiling softly, James placed a hand on Sirius’s shoulder. “What’s mine is yours mate. Now c’mon.”
Leaving the trunk downstairs, Sirius followed James up the staircase that led to the first floor, then a further flight of stairs that took them to the second floor.
Taking Sirius’s elbow, James took him to his bedroom, then through to the connecting bathroom. Sirius loved James’s bathroom, it was always so delightfully messy and so unlike every bathroom at Grimmauld place.
Side stepping a wet towel, James leaned over the bath and ran the taps, heating the room up instantly with steam.
“Right, take a bath, get warmed up, and I’ll find you some pyjamas.”
Sirius nodded gratefully, “Thanks, mate.”
James smiled and left the room, giving Sirius some privacy. Sirius bathed for half an hour, loving the feeling of his toes warming up, and just generally relaxing after such an awful night.
When he got out he half expected James to be sleeping, but he was sitting on the edge of the bed holding a set of warm-looking pyjamas.
“You didn’t need to wait up,” Sirius whispered, unsure why his voice was so low, but the still of the house seemed to call for it.
“It’s okay.” James shrugged it off. He held out the comfy looking clothes for Sirius to take.
Letting his towel drop to the floor, Sirius stood naked as he examined the garments. They looked like they would be a bit big for him, but figuring they were James’s he wasn’t surprised. Besides, at least they’d be nice and snug.
He put the top on the bed and stepped into the bottoms. He peeked over at James who was sitting in the same position, looking at him. If it was anyone but James, Sirius would have blushed, but instead he smiled at him.
Once fully changed he sighed, “Thanks for lending me your clothes.”
James waved it off, “What’s mine is yours, you know that.” He got up from his sitting position and pulled back the duvet. “That includes my bed.”
Sirius lifted an eyebrow, “We’re sharing a bed?”
James nodded and Sirius smiled mischievously before diving under the covers. James laughed before following him in there and the pair snuggled down into the blanket, getting warm.
Sirius sighed and turned to fling his arm over James’s abdomen. “Thanks mate.”
James’s large hand came up to tangle in the wet strands of Sirius’s hair. “No problem, Pads, you know that.”
“Yeah I know.” Sirius grinned, letting his head rest on James’s chest where he could hear his heart beating. Sirius liked the sound of James’s heart. It always soothed him. For this wasn’t the first time James and Sirius had shared a bed. Sirius would often sneak into James’s four poster at Hogwarts, where they would lie together, talking late into the night, hands wandering, the innocent and curious touches of another boy.
Sometimes James and Sirius would even share a kiss or two, both pretending to be thinking about some girl from Ravenclaw, but both really knowing the truth.
Sirius felt a gentle kiss on top of his head and knew where James’s mind was going. He felt the first brush of James erection against his leg and snorted softly.
“Sorry,” James mumbled trying to shift it away.
Sirius peeked up through his fringe at James’s entirely unapologetic face and grinned. “Don’t be. What’s yours is mine, remember?”
With that he gripped the stiffness in his fist and for the first time that night felt truly at home.
Author: kubrick_potter
Pairing: James/Sirius
Rating: PG13/R
Word Count: 1,323
Prompt: (if applicable) #46
Warnings: swearing, boys cuddling, fluff, teeny tiny boy love
Summary: The night Sirius ran away from Grimmauld he went to James’s house in search of a new home
Author's Notes: (optional) Thank you so much to S for being an amazing beta! I owe this being posted to you.
The rain lashed down on top of Sirius’s head. Droplets trickled down his neck to his spine, which chilled him to the bone. He shivered as he walked, trailing his trunk behind him, full of the only possessions he had left in the world.
He squinted through the rain, his feet becoming increasingly tired with each step.
“Not far now,” he muttered, beneath his breath.
When he saw the wrought iron gate his heart lifted and he was propelled by a sudden burst of energy. Dragging the trunk as if it weighed nothing now, Sirius rushed to the black fence and pushed open the gate, which unlocked at his touch. He smiled to himself as he hurried up the path, sheltered by hanging trees which kept the magnificent home from view.
He stared up into the three storey house but there were no lights on in the many windows. He checked the watched strapped to his wrist - it was made of pure gold, perhaps he could sell it in the future - and saw that it was closing to 2:00 a.m. He winced. He had been walking for three hours; his feet screamed their acknowledgment.
He gazed back at the house feeling like a complete moron having to knock this late into the night at his best friend’s door, but he couldn’t stay outside, not in the rain, not like this.
Screwing up all of his Gryffindor courage and pushing down all of the Gryffindor pride, Sirius stepped up onto the porch and rapped three times on the door. He bit his lip as he waited. He shook his head like a dog to get rid of the excess water in his hair, which resulted in making it stand on end like James’s.
After a few more seconds Sirius’s lungs began to burn and he realised he was holding his breath, so he quickly exhaled. He shifted from one foot to the other, trying to make himself knock again when the heavy wooden door opened a crack and a big hazel eye hidden behind thin glass peered around the edge.
Sirius smiled charmingly. “Hello Prongs.”
The door opened wider and James Potter stood there, staring at Sirius like he’d never seen him before. His mouth was open and his hair was even messier than usual. He was dressed in flannel pyjama bottoms and a greying t-shirt. Sirius had never thought anyone had ever looked so warm and inviting.
“Padfoot?” James croaked in a ‘just-woken-up-from-a-heavy-sleep’ voice.
“Gonna invite me in?” Sirius asked around a smile. ‘Please,’ he thought, shivering.
James jumped as if given a shock and stepped to the side, extending his arm.
“Thank you,” Sirius murmured gratefully, walking indoors. He quickly toed off his shoes, not wanting to damage Mrs Potter’s carpet.
He placed his trunk to the side beneath the coat rack and turned to see James still staring at him, wide-eyed, without blinking.
“Stop it, Prongs. You’re going to give me a complex.”
“What are you doing here?” James asked, his eyes swivelling from the trunk to Sirius’s eye. Sirius had felt it throb since the rain began two hours ago and could only assume that he now had the makings of an almighty black eye. “Who did that to you?”
Sirius touched his face and winced and James copied the expression as if he shared his pain.
“That would be the courtesy of my old man,” Sirius sighed. James merely blinked in response. “I left,” Sirius supplied helpfully.
“Left?” James whispered.
Sirius nodded, “Yeah.”
“You... you left Grimmauld Place?”
“Yeah.”
“For good?”
“... Yeah.”
Suddenly Sirius had an arm full of James. The taller boy dove at Sirius, crushing him in such an embrace Sirius had a split second of fearing for his life. Death from asphyxiation by a cuddle.
“Prongs, mate... can’t breathe,” Sirius gasped.
“Shit, sorry mate... sorry.” James let go of and stepped back before pulling him in for a less severe hug. “Are you okay?”
Sirius smiled, “Yes, just tired.”
“Oh right, yeah. And you’re soaking. Come upstairs and we’ll tell mum and dad you’re here in the morning.”
Sirius hesitated. “You don’t mind me staying here?” He didn’t mean just tonight, he knew he didn’t and he knew James knew he didn’t. He needed a new home and where better than where his best mate, his James was.
Smiling softly, James placed a hand on Sirius’s shoulder. “What’s mine is yours mate. Now c’mon.”
Leaving the trunk downstairs, Sirius followed James up the staircase that led to the first floor, then a further flight of stairs that took them to the second floor.
Taking Sirius’s elbow, James took him to his bedroom, then through to the connecting bathroom. Sirius loved James’s bathroom, it was always so delightfully messy and so unlike every bathroom at Grimmauld place.
Side stepping a wet towel, James leaned over the bath and ran the taps, heating the room up instantly with steam.
“Right, take a bath, get warmed up, and I’ll find you some pyjamas.”
Sirius nodded gratefully, “Thanks, mate.”
James smiled and left the room, giving Sirius some privacy. Sirius bathed for half an hour, loving the feeling of his toes warming up, and just generally relaxing after such an awful night.
When he got out he half expected James to be sleeping, but he was sitting on the edge of the bed holding a set of warm-looking pyjamas.
“You didn’t need to wait up,” Sirius whispered, unsure why his voice was so low, but the still of the house seemed to call for it.
“It’s okay.” James shrugged it off. He held out the comfy looking clothes for Sirius to take.
Letting his towel drop to the floor, Sirius stood naked as he examined the garments. They looked like they would be a bit big for him, but figuring they were James’s he wasn’t surprised. Besides, at least they’d be nice and snug.
He put the top on the bed and stepped into the bottoms. He peeked over at James who was sitting in the same position, looking at him. If it was anyone but James, Sirius would have blushed, but instead he smiled at him.
Once fully changed he sighed, “Thanks for lending me your clothes.”
James waved it off, “What’s mine is yours, you know that.” He got up from his sitting position and pulled back the duvet. “That includes my bed.”
Sirius lifted an eyebrow, “We’re sharing a bed?”
James nodded and Sirius smiled mischievously before diving under the covers. James laughed before following him in there and the pair snuggled down into the blanket, getting warm.
Sirius sighed and turned to fling his arm over James’s abdomen. “Thanks mate.”
James’s large hand came up to tangle in the wet strands of Sirius’s hair. “No problem, Pads, you know that.”
“Yeah I know.” Sirius grinned, letting his head rest on James’s chest where he could hear his heart beating. Sirius liked the sound of James’s heart. It always soothed him. For this wasn’t the first time James and Sirius had shared a bed. Sirius would often sneak into James’s four poster at Hogwarts, where they would lie together, talking late into the night, hands wandering, the innocent and curious touches of another boy.
Sometimes James and Sirius would even share a kiss or two, both pretending to be thinking about some girl from Ravenclaw, but both really knowing the truth.
Sirius felt a gentle kiss on top of his head and knew where James’s mind was going. He felt the first brush of James erection against his leg and snorted softly.
“Sorry,” James mumbled trying to shift it away.
Sirius peeked up through his fringe at James’s entirely unapologetic face and grinned. “Don’t be. What’s yours is mine, remember?”
With that he gripped the stiffness in his fist and for the first time that night felt truly at home.