James still remembered the first time that he had spent the night with Scorpius. They hadn’t done anything that night, at least not in the way that ‘done anything’ was used. Made out, yes, and watched a film that had been his father’s favourite, and fallen asleep wrapped up in each other’s bare bodies. Scorpius’ chest was lean and thin and in years to come he leaned more. James was such a light sleeper and Scorpius practically fell into a coma. He was gorgeous in the morning too, all lit up. James looked like a scarecrow; Scorpius liked that.