James sat cross-legged on his bed, tapping his fingers along to Jimi Hendrix's Voodoo Child as he sucked on the tip of his quill, hazel eyes scanning a page in his Charms textbook. He'd been doing homework for the past four hours, and he was getting tired of it, body itching for something to do, somewhere to go.
"I wish that you would turn that shite off."
Sirius. Rolling his eyes with a smirk, he reached across to the record player and turned up the volume a little more. "Hendrix is classic, mate. At least, it's not that crap you listen to."
"I haven't --" the last word was a bit on the incomprehensible side, due to the huge yawn that interrupted it "-- the slightest idea what you're talking about." Rolled over, eyes half-closed. "Donlissena crap. Just -- " another yawn "-- jealous, I expect."
Tossing his quill to the blankets and shoving his textbook out of his lap, he sprawled out across the bed, eyes focusing on a sleep-looking Sirius on his left. "Jealous, of what? Crap? I think not."
"Bob Marley is a genius," Sirius said, stretching out and yawning once more. He held the stretch, then collapsed. "I don't care what you say."
"Bob Marley spends too much of his time higher than a kite," James replied back with a grin before slipping off his bed to walk the two foot space between. Flopping down across Sirius's legs, he raised his head to look at him before finishing with, "And his music is shit."
"There's nothing wrong with that," Sirius said, mock-defensively. He raised an eyebrow, then reluctantly gave James some room. "And it is not."
"Mhm, okay," he said in between a massive yawn, as Sirius shifted to make room for him. "Is, too."
Running into the dormitory, Peter spotted the two friends lying on the bed, and quickly did a suggestive eyebrow motion before sprinting, and flopping onto the bed.
"'Ello mates, up for a quick hot threesome? I've got some flavored lube if your into that kinda thing."
James's eyes widened as one Peter Pettigrew came charging into the dorm room and with a running leap, landed squarely on Sirius's bed and James's legs. With a startled yelp, he tumbled backwards, glaring slightly before curling closer to Sirius to get away from Peter's flailing limbs and wide grin.
"Only if you've got flavored condoms, too. Safe sex or no sex, dude."
Peter looked at James, and smirked. "You know me, pick your flavor? Orange, mint, chocolate, I've got them all" He then chuckled, and added "Maybe i should add a conjured video camera as well to catch the hot action"
Rolling his eyes with a smirk, he stretched his legs out on the bed, deciding to play along with the banter, "Well, at least, Moony's got his favorite flavour." Snorting in amusement, he shoved at Peter with one sock-clad foot, "Only if we can sell it and make some profit off it. I know a fifth-year Ravenclaw who's dying to see the four of us together. Kinky little bird."
Remus yawned, lugging his books with him as he approached the dormitory. He'd spent the last few hours or so knee-deep in homework, and he was experiencing that kind of satisfied fatigue that only came after hours of hard work. Nearing the dorms, he overheard Peter and James's voices. He could only catch bits and pieces of their conversation, but he did hear "lube", "flavored condoms", "chocolate", and "dying to see the four of us together". His eyes opened wide. He entered the dorm, only to see his three best friends tangled up on Sirius's bed, with James and Sirius sitting especially close. His brain matched the sight up with the conversation he'd just overheard, and he raised one bemused eyebrow.
"Oh, bloody hell, it's finally happened, hasn't it? Just so you know, I am not joining in, and I won't hesitate to yell 'rape'." He leaned against the wall, keeping his distance and yawning once again.
"You know it's only rape if you don't want it, Moony," Sirius said, looking up and grinning. He winked, as obviously as possible.
Snorting in amusement at what Remus had said, he stretched his legs out across the bed, gifting Moony with a rather lecherous looking grin, "You know, usually when people walk in on a conversation they find disturbing, it's not at all. This is one of those rare times where your first impression is entirely correct. Come on, Moons."
He patted the side of the bed closest to him and bit his bottom lip, "I can convince you."