A crusty-eyed James blinks away sleep and groans. The unforgiving Hawaiian sun spills into the room and across the bed, triggering blinding pain through his skull. He'd ended up drinking far more than he should have, but he was on bloody vacation. There's nowhere he has to be. No more Hogwarts, and his Auror internship doesn't start for another month. It's the perfect opportunity to help one's now-of-age best mate to piss away his shitty family's fortune on an all-expenses-paid trip to Hawaii.
He rubs his eyes, trying to muster up the strength to pull his arse out of bed and dig out a Hangover Draught. The mattress shifts beside him and James groans.
"You've got to be kidding me," he breathes. Sirius always does this. He has his own bed in the room next door, and James assumed Sirius would have found some girl to hook up with rather than steal a probably-still-drunk James' covers. Then there was the fact that he was, apparently, naked.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
"Pad, we talked about this. Boundaries, mate."
He turns his head to face the sleeping man next to him, but instead a wild mop of hair and heavily tattooed tan skin, their hair is long, sleek, and raven black. The blankets drape across their lower back, exposing impossibly pale skin for such a tropical climate. He's not sure if it is a woman or a man, but James likes what he sees. He lets out a slow whistle as he dares to place a rough hand at the small of their back. The skin is creamy and soft, spattered with fresh love bites and scrapes from fingernails. James can feel fresh arousal blooming as he inspects the evidence of the previous night's events.
He's been so pent up since his breakup with Lily, and when in Rome...
James doesn't remember a damn thing, having blacked out before he even met this mystery person. Perhaps they'll be down for round two.
He brushes the hair aside to kiss their neck, and a low, masculine moan rings out as the thin body arches towards James' touch.
"You like this?" he asks, his hand reaching aroun to take the stranger's erection in his fist. "Looks like we had some fun last night, huh?"
James wants to see his face, hoping he's as pretty as the rest of him.
But when he turns the man's head to face him, James practically screams, scrambling back and toppling off the side of the bed with a crash.
The man jolts upright, now wide away, spinning to find James twisted in the sheets on the floor. The little color in the man's cheeks vanishes, shock and true horror replacing the once serene, erotic expression that James would never in a million years have expected to see from, none other than, the slimy, snivelly, Severus Bloody Snape.