Since when did my best mate get so hot? || Jirius

7- A thing

"Evans? What are you doing here?" He asked, pulling a distorted gesture.

She stood there, shocked.

"W-why are you holding hands with Sirius?" The redhead asked, mentally having a heart attack.

James' eyes widened as his eyes moved down at his hands interlocked with the older Blacks. The brunette swallowed hard. "I uh-"

He was cut off. "Because, Evans, ol' Prongsie is my boyfriend. He's a homosexual." He pouted, nodding his head.

Tears streamed down Lily's face as she choked out a sob. "I-I can't believe you Potter, I thought you loved me-"

"Clearly not, Lily." Remus appeared from the corner. Everyone's gaze turned into Remus' direction.

"Sorry Lils, I just don't feel that way about girls-" A palm made contact with his face making a loud slapping noise.

"You toerag! I never want to see you again!" At this point, Sirius was getting held back by Remus to stop anything from happening.

"Come on Padfoot, she's not worth it." James reassured the grey eyed boy.

Sirius took one last look at her before attaching his and James' hands together again, dragging Remus along by the arm.

"Come on lads, we got some planning to do."

***

It was three in the morning by the time they had tried to jot up a plan to get back at Lily with a prank. Remus had headed off to bed while James and Sirius had climbed out the window and sat on the roof.

Sirius had his legs hanging off the side while he took a sip of Butterbeer. James was attempting to do his History of Magic homework, miserably failing.

"Come on Jamesie, I think it's time to lay off it for a bit and spend some time with ya mate."

Mate.

James didn't know why that hit him so much. It was like he had been hit with a jinx, a hurtful one too.

The boy with spectacles sighed, standing up to put his Homework away.

He came back soon after to see that Sirius was lying down with Blankets and pillows surrounding him, looking up at the stars. James smiled at the scene.

Sirius looked adorable.

"Hey Pads, I'm back."

He murmured a 'hey' before James laid down next to him.

"What are we?" James blurted out as Sirius' eyes widened.

"Well-"

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't of asked that. It's just that it's been on my mind and it's really bugging me-"

The older Black placed a finger on James soft plump lips, letting out a soft chuckle.

"James, calm down. I was going to say, whatever you want this to be. I don't know about you, but I really fancy y-"

Sirius was cut off by a pair of lips connecting with his. Sirius kissed back almost instantly, his fingers getting tangled in the others messy locks. James placed his hands on his chest as their jaws bobbed in sink as Sirius tongue slid in Potter's mouth.

They pulled away after a few moments, panting.

"I think that answers your question." James chuckled. Sirius nodded.

James laid his head on his chest as Sirius played with his hair. They listened to each others breaths as they closed their eyes.

This is what Love felt like, something that Sirius had never felt. Well, he loved Regulus, but that was as a brother, not romantically.

And that's when Sirius realised, he loved James Fleamont Potter.