This is my very first SLASH fic. I wrote this first chappie in literally ten minutes so it may be crap. We don't do the whole 'Mistletoe' thing much in Australia but it fascinates me. I'm writing the rest of it today hopefully, so I'm hoping for some reviews to let me know whether it's worth continuing or if it's complete and utter rubbish.

WARNING: SOLO M. and Slash later so don't ready if you don't likey!

BTW: Don't own anything, not making any money. This is costing me money! Don't sue!

'What the fuck!'

Remus turned around when Sirius swore, tugging at the bedroom door. 'What's wrong?' he asked, when the dark haired boy kicked it and swore.

'It won't open,' he growled, kicking it again.

'For Merlin's sake, Pads,' said Remus, pulling out his wand and walking to the door. 'Use your head. Those idiots put a locking charm on it, that's all.'

He pointed his wand at the lock and sighed. James had been the last out that door and had obviously thought it would be hysterical to lock Remus in the bedroom with his secret crush. But Remus didn't. He'd found it difficult to spend time alone with Sirius ever since he'd realised that he was gay last year and, more terrifyingly, that his friend seemed to be just his type.

'Alohomora,' he said confidently, then both boys ducked as the spell rebounded and went shooting past their heads and into the bathroom behind them.

'Yeah, that worked really well,' Sirius said sarcastically, resuming his efforts at trying to yank the door open.

Remus glared at him and shoved his wand back into his pocket, joining Sirius in trying to force the door open. But it wouldn't budge.

'Maybe if we yell out, someone will hear us,' Remus suggested and Sirius nodded, both boys yelling, 'Hey!' and hammering on the solid wood, hoping someone was passing and would answer.

After a few minutes, Remus stopped, panting slightly. 'They must have all gone to breakfast,' he muttered then felt a little shiver of panic.

It was the first day of the Christmas holidays and both he and Sirius were going home today for the break. What if they couldn't get out?

'James or Pete will come looking for us,' he said, not all that certainly, looking over at Sirius who narrowed his eyes.

'Who do you think did this?' he said, then went to sit on his bed. 'Fuck, I can't believe it.'

He was furious with James, having no doubt that this was his idea. He would have thought he was helping Sirius by doing this, but he wasn't. How was it helping to lock him in a room with the person who, for the last couple of months, confused and rattled him more than anyone?

He lay back on the mattress, listening to Remus try every spell he could think of to get the door unstuck.

'Even the sound of his voice does it for me,' he thought despairingly, as he felt his cock twitch

After six and a bit years of friendship and knowing for certain that he was as straight as a die, Sirius had found himself waking up one morning, sweaty and sticky, after a wet dream that featured none other than one of his best friends. He had been disturbed by the experience but shook it off, figuring a dream was just a dream.

That was until the next morning when he woke up with a start, breathing heavily from the images that were still spinning through his mind. Remus touching him, Remus kissing him, Remus lowering his head and…

'Fuck,' he'd muttered, his hand falling to his hard cock and stroking it hard and fast until he came, arching up as that image of Remus with his lips around his prick refused to be banished.

He'd been distant with Remus ever since, despite his best efforts not to allow it, and he knew Remus had noticed. You could cut the air with a knife when they were alone together…like now.

Sirius realised Remus had stopped casting spells and lifted his head, looking over at the werewolf, who was frowning at the door, mumbling under his breath. Sirius sighed, trying not to let his eyes drop to the other boy's ass. It had taken a month of dreams for him to come to terms with the fact that he may be bisexual. He'd never been attracted to another male before but the idea had never repulsed or disgusted him. He just never thought it would be something he'd want.

'But,' he thought as he couldn't stop his eyes wandering. 'It seems like I do.'

As his head fell back he saw a flash of green and red on the ceiling. He sat up, staring up at the item then swore loudly when he realised what it was.

'Fuck,' he spat, getting to his feet. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck. That complete and utter asshole.'

Remus turned around, staring at him in confusion. Sirius looked at him, his face furious, and pointed at the ceiling. Remus looked up then, as comprehension hit, swore as well.

'Shit!' he said softly, then he glanced over at Sirius who was bright red.

'I told you and James that those things would get you into trouble,' he snapped, turning pink himself.

Both of them knew now why the door wouldn't open and as far as they were concerned, James Potter was a dead man walking.