"Potter, where on earth do you think you are going?" the teen growled it out as he shoved his face into his pillow; his normally dark dungeon room in the Slytherin chambers had a strange glow to them that morning.
"It is much too early to be leaving my bed." James could clearly hear the innuendo in his lover's voice and chose to ignore it, continuing to pull on his robe with the red and gold Gryffindor patch on it.
"It's a clear morning, nice and early, I am going to fly my broomstick."
"I am surprised you would even be able to sit astride one…" Severus trailed off as James glared at the lithe form of his lover, buried under the green and black duvet, his wild black hair sticking up at the top; a blush was forming on James' cheeks.
"Apparently I haven't done my job thoroughly enough yet. Now come back to bed Mr. Potter and let me make sure you won't be able to mount any broomstick but mine."
James stared in open mouth shock; his lover was in a terribly horny mood this morning,
"No. I need to get out and ride, if ya want me, come and find me." After that, the teen quickly ran out of the chambers and briskly walked to the Quidditch Pitch.
It took Severus a moment to process what his lover had said, and another moment to act upon it. He leapt out of bed, all hints of lethargy gone, and pulled on his robes, bothering only to put a pair of boxers and jeans underneath them, he then hurriedly followed the other youth's tracks out to the Quidditch Pitch.
He happened to be feeling in particularly horny that morning and there was no way his lion was going to run out like that.
After all, Severus never really was a morning person.
A/N: Just a bit of humor ^_^