Chapter Text
Sirius sits on the couch beside Remus, a tumbler of fire whiskey in hand, well on his way to the happy place only three shots of fire whiskey and two hits from the spliff could get him.
Remus’ head lays back against the top of the couch, eyes closed, the epitome of peace.
The music blares and Sirius can’t stop smiling.
“ Moooony.”
Sirius bolts upright, head turning from left to right. He slaps Remus on his thigh.
“Did you hear that?”
Remus lifts his head. “Hm?”
Sirius rolls his eyes. “You’re crossed as hell, Moony.”
“ Padfoooot, where are you ?”
Remus’ eyes bolt open this time.
“It’s your turn!” they say in sync.
“No!” Remus rises to his feet. “I had him last weekend! My lips still haven’t recovered.”
Sirius points an accusing finger. “You love Prongs’ mouth!”
“It’s your turn!” Remus insists.
Sirius looks around, catching Marelne’s eye. He turns back to Moony with big eyes and clasps his hands together, not below begging.
“Please, Moony! I’m this close to closing with Marlene and I doubt her watching James sticking his tongue down my throat will assist in that.”
Remus glares and is about to respond when James stumbles up to them.
“Padfoot, Moony!” he slurs. Sirius looks down to see a tube of chapstick in his hand.
“Oh no,” he mutters.
James brings a hand around Sirius' neck. Pulls him in until they’re chest to chest.
“James,” Sirius says slowly. “Shouldn’t you go find Lily?”
“Right here.” Lily appears behind them, a glass raised to her lips, smiling teasingly at him. “He’s all yours tonight.”
His jaw drops. “I don’t understand. I never understand. How are you okay with this?”
“What?” Lily asks defensively. “It’s fun to watch. Besides,” she winks, “I’ll get him in the morning.”
“Padfooooot,” James whines.
Remus steps backwards two steps before Sirius reaches out and grabs him by the jumper.
“Prongs, don’t you want Moony tonight? He’s available, I hear.”
“Sirius!”
He thinks Remus might deck him, but James is already fumbling for Remus and shoving him back on the couch before he pushes Sirius down and plants himself directly between them.
Lily takes a seat in the chair across from them. “Well, this should be interesting.”
“James…” Remus begins slowly. “What are you doing?”
James lays his head on Remus’ chest and throws his legs over Sirius’ knees.
“I could just kiss you, Moony.”
Remus sighs. “I’m sure you can.”
“And will,” Sirius mutters.
For all the stink Remus made beforehand, he puts up very little fight when James’ lips press against his.
James is a good kisser. Sirius can attest to that himself. He has soft lips and never uses too much tongue. He’s gentle where he should be, and dominant at all the right moments.
And, in Lily’s defense, it is fun to watch James kiss. He’s an exceptionally attractive bloke, and it only increases when he’s so focused. Eyes closed. Mouth moving with purpose. Hand cupping the stubble on Moony’s jaw.
When James parts Remus’ lips with his tongue, Lilly throws a hand in the air and hoots.
“How’s he taste, Remus? That’s my lip balm he’s wearing!”
James pulls away, leaving Remus chasing after his lips for a moment. His eyes meet Lily’s, quiet for a minute.
“Is it strawberry?”
Lilly bounces up and down in her chair excitedly. “Yes! As always, your taste is impeccable.” She winks.
James pushes up on his elbows and grabs Sirius by the chin, pulling him down to meet him halfway.
His lips are hot, and the taste of Remus stays on his tongue. Sirius doesn’t mind. Remus tastes like chocolate and happiness. Firewhiskey lingers at the back of his throat, and Sirius chases it, tongue sweeping through his mouth.
The hand at the back of James’ neck slides down and over his chest, resting right over his heart.
He’s a bloody good kisser. There’s no denying it.
“Oi!” Lily says. “That’s my man you’re feeling up!”
Sirius tosses her the middle finger and a chorus of laughs sound through the room.
When James breaks away and leans back over towards Moony, Marlene’s ogling him as if he has three heads.
Sirius sighs. “Guess that’s blown to bits.”
He watches Prongs and Moony, momentarily wondering if there were a way for all three of them to kiss each other.
Prongs pulls away from Remus, lips swollen and cheeks flushed.
Remus looks entirely too proud. “Can’t blame her for not wanting her man to make out with other blokes. Not everyone’s like Lily.”
“It’s hot,” Lily says simply before gesturing at James. “Plus, look how happy he is.” James, head resting against Remus’ chest, stares up at Sirius with puppy dog eyes and huge grin.
He shoves a hand in James’ face. “Don’t look at me like that, Prongs. You’ve ruined my chances with Marlene.”
James shrugs. “You could have said no. Remus here does just fine at his job.”
“I’m better than fine,” Remus cuts in, looking slightly insulted.
“Say no?” The words feel foreign on his tongue.
“That’s what I thought.” James sounds much too proud. He gestures between Moony and Sirius.
“Now you two.” James claps his hands together. “Please.”
“Prongs, if we do this every weekend then people aren’t going to believe we like girls.”
“We need to throw less parties,” Moony points out.
“Less parties?” James sounds horrified. “Absolutely not. Now kiss.”
Remus glares at James. “This is the last time.”
James nods. “Of course,” he says, already applying a fresh coat of lip balm. “Go on, then.”
Sirius loves kissing Moony when he’s drunk. Perhaps James is rubbing off on him a bit too much.
But there’s something very animalistic in the way Moony kisses, and it hits Sirius down to his core, and before he knows it he’s pulling him in for more, leaning past James’ legs and letting Moony devour him.
He pulls away, breathing heavy and more than a little flustered.
“Bloody hell,” Sirius breathes. “I really need to stop drinking.”
Moony shrugs and leans back against the couch, closing his eyes once more.
“Maybe you just like boys.”