Marauder crack

Kamasutra

Approaching the last days of August, the crickets flap their wings and give a nightly serenade in the Potters' garden.

- Padfoot, seriously. How long can you last in this pose?

- Without your arms falling asleep? Not much.

James's parents leave them alone for a week to visit some relatives in Cornwall. Mrs. Potter has left a lot of food. James brings Sirius sandwiches and they dine in his tent, sprawled out on the mats, camping out in August and taking a look at the Kamasutra. James is not really concerned about posture. in particular, but how long you have to endure "in general terms."

- There's no time for that, mate. And also, what do you think, that you are talking to the world champion in endurance or something?

The illustrations are somewhat simplistic but graphic. Men and women in the portraits wear gilt-thread robes and elaborate drawings.

- What if ... - James leans his elbow on Sirius' sleeping bag and he drops his head in his hand, evidently concerned. - And if you finish before her?

- Then you pay her and you leave.

- Sirius, man, I'm being serious. Believe it or not one day I'll sleep with Lily. I don't want to make a fool of myself. Give me a hand here, that's what mates suppose to do.

- I'm not going to give you a hand. You're old enough to help out you alone.

- I'm fucking serious shitass!

James pouts. Sirius surrenders. He doesn't want anyone to know but he has a weakness for the little pouts of James Potter's goofball.

-Well, if you finish before, you make sure that she finishes after. Although she can do it before and after if you know what you are doing.

- That is precisely the problem. How will I know what I am doing?

- What do you want from me? to make you a map? You try to heat them before. - Sirius turns a couple of pages until a doubt assails him. - You already have done something... right?

James snorts, "'course!" He defends himself. He huffs again. He has done stuff like that, he says, "Lots of times. Heat them, I think so". He is the world champion when it comes down to it. Although he is not sure Sirius and he understand the same by "warming up."

- You mean with your fingers, right?

Sirius nods squinting. "With the fingers, yes," he repeats. And he adds "or with the mouth". James's gaze widens and gives him away.

- You haven't done that.

-No, never.

- Don't worry. Lily surely knows how to do it and she teaches you. She looks like a good teacher. With it, you are sure to get an Outstanding. - James hits him with little force, saying "very funny." - Knowing how Lily is, you will have no choice but to get it right. She won't let you do it another way.

James's expression darkens with something that looks like panic.

- Do not tell me that! I don't work well under pressure!

He throws himself on the sleeping bag and there is a part of Sirius that would enjoy teasing him a bit more but he seems really worried and damn.

-What really matters is not the technique, or the art or any of that bullshit, but have a good predisposition, Potter- he says.

- Willingness?

Sirius lies on his stomach, resting his upper body on his arms. The light from the flashlight illuminates them only half, only partly. The rest is a shadow, mystery.

- You think of Lily, James. With her skirt up somewhere in the school where nobody sees you, although anyone could come and see you. Think of her with her shirt unbuttoned, her legs spread, her panties on her knees, and your mouth making her sweat while she says your name, between wailing. What do you feel?

The camping tent is silent. All they can hear is the intense and limping breathing of James. Either he has asthma or the mental picture that Sirius has conjured is too much for him.

- James?

He wants to ask him if he's okay but before he asks him anything, he jumps from his place in the store, unzips it, and says goodbye bluffing nonsense, hiding with his shirt something in his pants that is not exactly the lantern.

- Is it already this time? How late. God, I'm going to sleep. Goodnight, mate.

James leaves and the store is left shaking, fragile cloth walls agitated by Sirius' laughter.