Author – Yisreal
Warnings – Very large age differences between the two males and um... adult
Spoilers - lol. Definitely not.
Disclaimer - I just wrote the story, everything Harry Potter is not mine.
Summary - It seems to Harry that he is the only one that's alone anymore.
Can Sirius remedy that? Sirius/Harry fluff. AU.
Feedback? Lol. Do you need to ask this question at all?
A/N - Just a plotless little piece of fluff... I wrote it probably more than
a year ago and I wrote it long before J.K. Rowling came out with the 5th
Book, so I suppose it's a bit AU now.
"It feels so right now, hold me tight,
Tell me I'm the only one,
And then I might,
Never be the lonely one.
So hold me tight, tonight, tonight"
–Hold Me Tight, John Lennon and Paul McCartney
Sirius was on the verge of falling asleep, his hands behind his head, his
body stretched out over the black cushions of the couch, his eyes shut
gently, his thoughts becoming a blur as he drifted away from consciousness.
Unfortunately, this was a delicate matter when first taking a grasp for
sleep and the other member of his household seemed not to have so much of a
care for Sirius's need for rest as he did. He jumped slightly when he heard
the back door slam shut, his opening wide as he cocked an eyebrow realizing
that Harry must have either went outside in quite a rush or in anger.
Sirius leaned towards the latter and found himself sliding to his feet and
making his way outside as well.
Hoping that Harry wouldn't yet notice that he was following, he opened the
door slowly. He spotted the boy sprawled out in the middle of the their
backyard staring up at the velvety sky with his glasses in one of his
hands; smiling amusedly Sirius stepped out into the warm, humid, spring air
and closed the door behind him. He looked up at the night sky, the moon
hanging low in the sky since it had just risen and the stars twinkling on
the not quite yet night sky; however, when he reached Harry he returned his
eyes to earth. He sat down, crossing his legs Indian style and peering down
at Harry, about a foot from his head and in between his out-stretched arms.
"What's wrong?" he asked Harry softly looking down at him although Harry
didn't return the look.
"Nothing," said Harry sulkily; the normal teen reply. To most adults it
would seem rude, but Sirius found it much less rude than Harry saying what
he knew he was really thinking. Something more along the lines of 'none of
your bloody business, butt out.' Unfortunately for Harry, Sirius was a very
persistent man and even if Harry had said what he was really thinking
Sirius would still be far from giving up like most would.
"You, my dear boy, are being difficult," stated Sirius, scooting closer to
his godson, reaching out to tousle his messy black hair. Harry met Sirius's
eyes, his attention shifting from the steadily darkening sky above him
preferring instead the cloudy blue color of Sirius's eyes.
Harry reached up and grabbed Sirius's hand with his own, pushing himself up
to a sitting position and curling his legs beneath him as he turned to face
his Godfather. This was the way things always were between them. Moments
like these always led to gentle touches or suggestive words and looks and
even though the message came across very clearly to both of them something
always seemed to keep it from being anything more than playful flirtation.
Neither of them was sure if it was because the other hadn't made a move yet
or if it was because the fact that there were so many reasons not to, that
seemed to be a barrier keeping their relationship from going any further.
"Ron sent me like a five page letter about his and Hermione's date," he
stated simply, not allowing any emotion to seep into his voice.
"And, what, you're jealous?" asked Sirius controlling his own voice, making
sure it held the tone of mocking it should have not the husky tone that it
longed to take. Goddamn, why did they have to tease each other so and yet
never make a move on it?
"No," Harry said his voice taking on that pouty, sullen tone again and
Sirius wanted so badly to kiss his lips as they followed the example set by
his voice, curling into a soft pout.
Sirius laughed, covering up his nervousness; "Teenagers really are an
ordeal." Harry shot a look up at him and Sirius smiled back, although his
Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed deeply when Harry's thumb
circled lightly over the hand that he held in his own. Harry looked away
and Sirius's eyes trailed over his face admiring slight blush that spread
over his white cheeks before he looked back up and met Sirius's gaze, a
timid, yet determined look within those deep green eyes.
Sirius could tell Harry was in a playful mood and he couldn't even express
how badly he wanted to slip away before Harry's antics pushed him over the
edge of this careful balance they teetered along.
Harry released Sirius's hand, letting it fall limply into Sirius's lap,
before placing his own hands to the sides of Sirius's knees, just the very
tips of his fingers pressing through the grass and into the damp dirt
below. He leaned forward, the very top of his for head touching Sirius's,
just hoping that he wouldn't topple over on top of Sirius. Sirius looked
into Harry's eyes and Harry could see fear creeping in with the normally
calm, cool blue.
Sirius could feel moisture building at his temples and at the nape of his
neck; Harry's hot breath and near proximity causing a faint red blush to
spread across his cheeks.
"Sirius." he breathed against Sirius's lips causing them to tremble
lightly, his own voice quavering slightly.
Sirius's lips parted slightly, his breath blowing shallow gusts of air
against Harry's full, pouting lips. "Yes?"
"I," started Harry, but he stopped, drawing in a long breath, his eyes
almost shutting and his long lashes brushing Sirius's. "I don't want to be
Harry leaned forward and brushed his lips against Sirius's, so softly that
Sirius barely even felt it. Sirius though did not get a chance to feel
anymore of those skittish lips because Harry was on his feet and walking
quickly back towards the door inside leaving Sirius, sweating and trembling
and desperately wanting him.
He felt liberated; the invisible wall that had been holding them apart had
been broken. Harry had made the first move. He wasn't worried anymore about
what James would have been thinking or the age difference or what the whole
world would think when they found that their savoir was in a relationship
with his godfather. He fell back into the grass staring up at the stars,
feeling no rush to go inside just yet.
He found, though, that he could only lie there a few minutes before he was
picking himself back up to his feet and running towards the door. He flung
the back door open to find Harry standing just within it; he merely looked
at Harry who looked up at him with large, expecting eyes, his teeth
releasing their slight, worrying grasp on his bottom lip. He stepped
towards Harry and wrapped an arm around his waist, placing his hand beneath
Harry's chin with the other and bringing Harry up towards him as he leaned
down to meet him halfway. He felt Harry's hands trail up his chest and grip
his shoulders, pulling himself up to plunge further into the gentle kiss.
It didn't take Sirius much convincing to get Harry to open his lips and
allow his tongue to explore his mouth, running along every inch of the deep
cavern, memorizing every crevice, every curve. Harry's hands moved further
around his shoulder's meeting behind his neck as his knees began to refuse
to support his weight anymore. Sirius held Harry closer to his body,
securing him with the one arm he had wrapped around Harry.
Harry eventually replied to Sirius's coaxing tongue, his inexperience
causing him to fear making a mistake but Sirius's gentle demeanor seemed
too much for his shyness and soon within their opened mouths tongues were
The kiss ended when leaned back, breathing in deeply as their mouths parted
and tongues broke contact but their wet lips still touched delicately.
Sirius ran his hand in affectionate circles at the small of Harry's back as
he straightened back up to his full height and Harry's arms slipped free,
one sliding down to rest on his chest while the other laid gently on his
Harry leaned forward, burying his head in Sirius's neck, nuzzling him
gently and Sirius slid his other arm around Harry as well, holding him
close in the intimate embrace. He felt Harry's fingertips slide across his
neck lightly, leaving Sirius's skin aflame as they slithered fluidly into
the groves of his neck, until they seemingly found their destination at his
collarbone. He felt Harry gently press his fingers to the left side of the
dip where his neck met his collarbone and he heard Harry sigh softly.
"What are you doing?" he asked Harry, voice barely above a whisper, almost
afraid that if he were any louder it would break the mood.
"I'm just checking to see that I'm not the only one whose heart is racing,"
said Harry so soft and breathy that Sirius could barely hear him, but he
did and he his breath hitched within his chest and Harry shivered in his
arms. It was moments like these that Sirius remembered just what it was
that made him adore his godson so much: Harry was still such a boy despite
his best efforts.
It felt for both of them they that clung to each other for an eternity,
their hearts slowing within their chest, their breath regulating, although
it was only for a few short, sweet minutes. When Harry finally gently
worked his way out of Sirius's arms and Sirius stepped away, his arms
falling to his side they both stood looking at each other, neither knowing
what to say after such an encounter.
Harry's lips curled into a smirk, "Five Pages suddenly doesn't seem like
such a challenge."