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It was a scene out of a Muggle holiday magazine. Fire burning merrily in the hearth, Christmas tree decorated with sparkling lights, presents snuggled underneath. Snow falling picturesquely against the windowpanes. Teenage boy curled up in an armchair, parents sitting closely on the couch, reading the newspaper.

Well, it could have been that way.

Except the teenage boy was Harry Potter, and the parents were his ex- convict godfather Sirius Black and his lover, Remus Lupin.

Other than that, everything was quite normal.

Boringly so, to Harry.

Harry was spending Christmas holidays with Sirius and Remus. He glanced up at the two men on the couch, arguing about the crossword in the Daily Prophet, and sighed. He loved spending time with Sirius and Remus; they were the first real family he could remember. Since Sirius had been cleared and he and Remus had resumed their former relationship (Harry was fuzzy on the details, they thought he was too young) he had spent as much time as possible in their cozy home.

The truth was, he was jealous. Not that they had each other, of course, he was very happy for them, the deserved to be together after all they'd been through.

But Harry was sixteen. And he was horny.

And since he'd figured out that he much preferred boys to girls, it wasn't easy to allay his hormones at Hogwarts. Or anywhere else for that matter.

Merlin help him if Rita Skeeter ever got wind of his preferences. He could see the headline now:

FAIRY HARRY: THE BOY WHO LIKED OTHER BOYS

Or worse. Hermione should never have let the bug out of the jar; she had far too good a nature. He should have squashed Rita when he had a chance.

Harry shifted in his chair; damn it, he was getting hard again, just thinking about *someday* having sex. He watched Sirius and Remus out of the corner of his eye; Remus leaned back against Sirius' chest, and Sirius had one arm around him. Remus idly played with a lock of Sirius' long hair, and they smiled at each other familiarly.

Unbidden, a mental picture came to him, of what the two men would look like in bed; he bit his lip, fully hard now, as he tried not to think about it. It was wrong, they were practically his parents now, and twenty years older than him; but Sirius walked around the house shirtless most of the time, clad only in jeans, and Remus' ass was a thing of beauty. Harry had seen him coming out of the shower one day, clad only in a towel, and still had that memory filed away for later use.

Harry put down his Quidditch magazine; even its moving illustrations couldn't distract him now. There was only one thing that would alleviate his discomfort, and he couldn't do that here.

"I think I'll go on up to bed, I'm pretty tired," announced Harry, getting up and carefully holding Quidditch Weekly in front of him.

Sirius glanced up, then frowned at the clock. "It's early, Harry, you feeling all right?"

Harry nodded, edging out of the sitting room as quickly as possible so that he was behind them. "Yes, flying today in the cold must have taken it out of me," he explained, hoping he didn't sound too lame. Remus was twisted to face him, giving him an odd look.

"Well, sleep well, then, Harry," Remus smiled, glancing at Sirius.

"See you in the morning," added Sirius. "And Harry?"

Harry glanced back, nearly out of the room. "Yes, Sirius?"

"I just wanted to say again how happy we both are to have you here with us."

"I'm glad to be here too!" said Harry, smiling and feeling exceedingly guilty and perverse. "Night."

Harry trailed up the stairs, and Remus turned to Sirius, grinning widely. "Did you see what I saw?"

Sirius smirked. "It would sort of be impossible not to. I should feel bad."

"But you don't."

"No," sniggered Sirius. "He's adorable."

They went back to their crossword, and they were almost done when Remus' sensitive hearing picked up some interesting noises. "Sirius. Hush."

"What? I just need a six letter word for..."

"Shut it a minute. I think I hear something."

Sirius quietened, and then they could both hear it. Unmistakable sounds. The sounds of someone pleasuring himself.

"Oh my god. We shouldn't be listening to this," Sirius whispered, but didn't stop straining his ears.

"No, we shouldn't," agreed Remus. "We should go upstairs."

"But then we would hear it more clearly... oh." Sirius smiled.

"Exactly. Come on, Padfoot. Quietly."

"You're terrible."

But they crept up the stairs soundlessly, Remus leading. The first door they came to was Harry's, and they expertly avoided the creaky floorboard on the landing and came to a halt outside the door.

If they thought they had been mistaken before, there was no doubt now. Soft gasps and moans along with a slight creaking of bedsprings told them exactly what was happening on the other side of the door.

Sirius and Remus looked at each other, eyes wide. Harry was definitely growing up.

They edged closer, trying to hear more.

"This is silly, listening through the door," whispered Sirius, barely audible.

"Yes, I agree," mouthed back Remus. "Bloody inconsiderate of him not to leave the door open."

"Pity," agreed Sirius, grinning wickedly. "Are you a wizard or not, man?"

Remus smirked and pulled out his wand. "Bad dog," he said to Sirius, then muttered a spell.

Both men watched as the door opened silently, just far enough for them to see...

Harry lay back on the bed, trousers off and shirt unbuttoned, hanging open. He'd barely made it into the room before unbuttoning the trousers and dropping them to the floor along with the boxers. He'd not bothered to take off the shirt; his erection ached and he needed to take care of it now. If only there were someone to help him with it...

His mind went to an image of Sirius and Remus sitting on the couch together. Once he'd walked in and caught them in the middle of something. He wasn't sure what, but both of them had flushed, and Sirius has fastened his trousers quickly and Remus' lips had looked swollen. He wished he could have seen more; he wanted to see Sirius' face twist with pleasure and hear Remus call his name.

He wasn't sure on the details, since he was a complete virgin, but he knew a little. Knew that he wanted to be touched all over, and there were two very sexy men right here in this house who also liked other men, and who undoubtedly were experts.

He stroked faster, losing himself in a fantasy in which Remus was on one side of him and Sirius on the other, and one was kissing him and the other was sucking on his cock. He arched up, thrusting into his own hand, and he forgot to keep his voice quiet.

He never noticed the door opening.

"Oh my," whispered Remus as they got a good look at Harry.

"Fuck me," muttered Sirius intelligently.

"He has grown up, hasn't he?"

Harry was stretched out on the bed, naked except for his opened shirt, and the expanse of lean tanned sixteen-year-old body was nearly too much for Sirius and Remus.

"James did *not* look like that at his age," Sirius muttered.

"Don't talk about James now!" said Remus, then paused. "How do you know?"

Sirius ignored him in favor of moving closer to the door, and incidentally pressing up against Remus' backside.

Remus moaned softly, pressing his ass against Sirius' hardness. "Stop humping me," he said without much conviction.

"I'm not," Sirius replied, rubbing rhythmically against Remus, eyes fixed on Harry.

Remus didn't bother to refute him.

Both men stared at the teen on the bed, as Harry spread his legs apart and writhed, clearly close to release. Harry was getting louder, moaning and mumbling to himself.

Then his mumbling resolved into coherent words.

Names.

Their names.

Sirius froze, grabbing Remus' shoulder. "Remus..."

Remus' mouth hung open. "Did he just say..."

"He did," agreed Sirius.

Harry had most definitely moaned their names, both of them, along with such words as "please," "yes," and "fuck me."

"Do you think..." Remus began, but he never finished the statement, because Sirius chose that moment to start thrusting against him again, and Remus was caught off balance. He tried to catch himself on the doorframe, but missed and hit the door instead. And since it stood ajar, this served to push it open even further.

By this time, Sirius had caught him and Remus had his balance again, but it was too late. The door had swung open, and the sounds from inside had stopped.

They were caught.