Mint
“Fuck…”
Sirius stubbed his toe in the dark. Or, at least,
that’s what Remus thought he had done. Perhaps it wasn’t very painful,
since usually the boy that could make McGonagall proud with his
erudition, use of vocabulary and quick wit, swore up quite a storm
when pained. Granted, Sirius seemed to have a high tolerance for
pain, but his tongue was more susceptible to it than his nerve endings.
Remus lit his bedside torch and squinted.
“You all right there, Paddy?”
“F-fine,” came the slurred reply. “Jzhust…stubbed
m’toe…”
Ah, yes. Well, they hadn’t been friends for
eight years for nothing. Sometimes Remus thought that perhaps knowing
exactly what Sirius or James or Peter were thinking showed more
about their friendship than the fact that they had become Animagi
just for him. The little things, as the saying went...
And it really wouldn’t have taken a genius or
a best friend to figure out that Sirius was d! runk off his arse.
“Where’ve you been, then?”
“What are you, my mother?” A thud. “Aww, fuck…”
“No, a grumpy nineteen year old friend that
you’d woken up stumbling in.” Remus sat up in his bed and glared
at Sirius. Honestly, the boy was such a disagreeable drunk. Any
minute now, the retching would start, Remus just knew it, and he
would have to play mum – yes, no matter how much Sirius denied it
– and hold his long hair while Sirius purged his stomach of the
ten shots of Firewhiskey he had undoubtedly got down.
“What, you were sleeping?” Sirius finally found
the bed and sank down onto it gratefully. Unfortunately, the bed
that he had found was Remus’s. The werewolf sighed a long, pained
sigh and rubbed his sleep-deprived eyes.
“Sirius, you’re on my bed, and yes, of course
I was asleep, it’s bloody three in the morning!”
“No, it isn’t,” Sirius protested, quite unbecomingly,
since stupid didn’t suit him.
“Yes, mate, it is. Here, give us yo! ur watch…”
Remus reached out and pulled off Sirius’s wristwatch, putting it
to his ear and listening for the telltale ticking. None was forthcoming.
“Your watch has stopped, you imbecile. It’s been on eleven for all
of four hours now.” Remus threw the watch down on the bed and stood
up. It was then that he heard Sirius’s snoring. “Oh, for the love
of… Sirius!” A quiet snort, and Sirius rolled over, looking strangely
comfortable for someone who was actually halfway on the floor. “Sirius!”
Nothing. Remus cursed the day he had ever allowed Sirius to move
in with him after his lease expired, and got ready for a sleepless
night.
~*~
ooooh, something was moving… oh, lord, don’t
do that…don’t move…no, dizzy…what fucking idiot had replaced his
legs with iron casts..? who in the world would do such a stupid,
miserable, fucked-up…
~*~
Remus groaned as he rolled Sirius onto his bed.
Under any other circumstances, this would actually be quite a sight
to! behold – Sirius, in his bed. Of course, in his fantasies – and
they had been fantasies, whether he liked it or not – Sirius had
been wide-awake, naked, not reeking of alcohol and public urinals,
and very much aroused – and arousing. The way things looked
now, Remus couldn’t really picture himself being aroused in any
way, shape or form – and as for Sirius... /He/ wouldn’t be able
to get it up even if presented with the most gorgeous witch - or
wizard? - from “Witch’s Weekly”. He was definitely out cold.
Remus sighed and sat down next to his prone
friend. Some black hair was resting in the fold of Sirius’s mouth,
and Sirius looked as if he was trying to chew on it. Well, that
wouldn’t do – Remus removed the hair, tucking it slowly behind one
slightly over-large ear. Sirius frowned, slurped and continued his
quiet snoring. His eyes were darting behind his eyelids, and some
drool was escaping his mouth. Remus found it disturbing that the
fact that Sirius was, in all ! actuality, drooling on his
sheets wasn’t bothering him in the slightest. In fact, it was sort
of…endearing…
Remus slapped himself mentally, and stood up.
That line of thought was dangerous, to say the least. He was deluding
himself if he thought that those long looks Sirius sometimes gave
him meant anything romantic. Sirius was just studying him. As a
person. Because Sirius, in moments of surprising insightfulness,
would actually do that sometimes. He said it helped him with the
training for the Order. Remus just liked the way Sirius’s clear
blue eyes focused on his.
Right. Sleep was definitely in order, here.
He knew that in approximately five minutes, Sirius would wake up
and need his sober attentions. But maybe just a quick nap…just to
rest his eyes…
Remus slumped down on the bed and slept.
~*~
mmm, soft…wretched, though…who had put all
those squirrels in his stomach..? why, in god’s name, would anyone
do that..? wasn’t it enough that! his legs were now made of marble..?
iron. iron, whatever, not flesh and blood, as they ought to be,
was the point…what was that wet warmth…oh…oh, lord, that felt absolutely
abhorrent, what in the wo–
~*~
“Bleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarghhh..!”
Remus woke up with a start. It was lucky that
his hearing was so sharp, he decided a second before Firewhiskey
mixed in with whatever else Sirius had consumed that night poured
out onto his crisp, new sheets. If he hadn’t moved quiet as fast,
he would have caught some afterflow, as well. Cursing madly, Remus
made himself get up and turn Sirius over. One blood-shot eye opened
and looked up at him, clearly not seeing. Quicker than a spell,
Remus lifted Sirius off the bed and led him to the bathroom, while
the arse that dared to call himself his friend splattered the contents
of his stomach into the hardwood floors. Newly polished, but, really,
Remus wasn’t going to make a fuss just then.
Expertly tucking the black he! ad into the toilet,
he held the hair until the heaving subsided and Sirius fell away
from the cold porcelain with a heavy sigh. Remus looked at the unmoving
figure that sat next to him and tried to ascertain its condition.
Sirius’s head was lowered and black hair fell lank against the slightly
shivering shoulders. His arms lay useless by his side, fingers partially
covered in vomit. His legs stuck out at odd angles. In short, Sirius
looked like utter crap. And even as Remus was scrutinizing him,
he began falling slowly against him, so that by the time Remus knew
what had pinned him down to the cold, tile floor, Sirius was already
snoring.
~*~
ah, soft…warm…well, maybe not so soft, sort
of hard, actually…but warm…neck hurts…fuck it, it’s warm…what in
the world did they put in his mouth, ten thousand vomit-flavored
bertie bott’s beans..? why, why, why would anyone do that, that
is a sick, twisted joke, only snape deserved such a revolting, abominable…
~*! ~
All he wanted to do this Friday night, all he
had wanted to do this entire, bloody week was go to sleep
early just once and get enough rest to not nod off at work.
Was that really asking too much?
Remus pondered this as he lifted Sirius’s heavy
frame off him and tried to get up. His legs had got cramps in them
and he grunted as he finally straightened them out. Sirius slumped
fully to the floor with a low thud.
Perhaps if he left him here, lying on the floor,
it would teach Sirius a lesson? Oh, but the floor was hard and cold…it
couldn’t be good for Sirius’s back. And he would have one hell of
a headache in the morning if he didn’t get any water in him soon.
And nobody wanted to wake up on the bathroom floor, freezing their
cute little arse off, when they had a hangover.
Resolute, Remus decided to take action. First,
he slapped Sirius – lightly – on the cheek. That did the trick of
waking him up, as well as letting off some stea! m. Next, Remus
took hold of his confounded friend and heaved him up, grateful,
for once, for the exercise that his alter ego provided each full
moon.
“Now, don’t you fucking fall asleep on me, Black,
or I will thrash you. You can count on that,” he said as he made
their way out of the bathroom. “Now, we will probably fall over
a few times, since you were so kind as to leave squishy marks on
your way to the loo, but I’m attempting to get us into the kitchen.
You need some water. After that, I’ll hit you with a sobering charm,
I’m sure it isn’t too difficult to do… I’m up for a little experimentation,
what do you say?”
“…Huh?”
“Right. You don’t say much when you’re drunk.
I believe you kill more brain cells with one shot then the entirety
of wizarding kind does with a whole bottle of the shite.” He grunted
and arranged Sirius’s into a better position for carrying.
“Mmmhphhh…”
“Whatever you say, oh, brilliant one.” Remus
deposited his load onto a chair! and straightened up. Sirius now
not only owed him a load of laundry and a mopping up, but a backrub,
as well. Oh, yes, and one night of standing over him with a peacock
fan and waving it in the heat of the night, while Remus slept like
a baby. Slept for a very, very long time. Like a very, very exhausted
baby.
In the dim light – Sirius really wouldn’t have
been able to handle anything more – Remus found a clean glass and
filled it with water. That, of course, had been the easy part. It
was getting that water inside of Sirius that actually posed the
problem. Well, he’d use force, if necessary. Maybe even if it wasn’t.
“Here, water. Drink.” Remus attempted to make
Sirius understand – maybe if he used very short sentences and little
to no intonation, some light of understanding would get inside that
dim head.
“Nahhhh…” Sirius tried shoving the glass out
of the way with a useless hand.
“On the contrary, yeeeeeesss,” Remus countered
and pushed the glass bac! k into Sirius’s scrunched-up face. “You’ll
feel better, I promise.”
“Nnnaaaaahhhh…”
“Oh, c’mon, I need my sleep, man!” Remus lost
his patience and grabbed hold of Sirius’s hair above the forehead.
He lifted the head up and attempted to get Sirius’s jaw to unclasp.
Of course, simply willing it to open only worked in silly Muggle
movies. If only he had had his wand on him, but it was conveniently
lying on his bedside table, right next to where Remus should have
been all this bloody time.
“Sirius, open your mouth.” Sirius shook his
head, his eyes squeezed tight. “Acting like a four year old is only
cute when you’re four. Open your mouth. Now.” Another shake of head.
“If you don’t open your mouth now, I will cut off your wanker, you
hear me?” He waited. “Ah, there’s a good lad…here, chug it all
down…” He looked on as Sirius’s throat worked against the current.
“Just be sure to keep it all down,” he added quietly, letting
go of Sirius’s head. He real! ly didn’t like to be this rough, but
necessity was a bitch. Sirius was excruciatingly stupid when plastered,
not to mention very slow where movement was concerned. They had
all learned that during their seventh form at Hogwarts, when an
unofficial leaving celebration almost left them expelled before
the actual Leaver’s Feast.
Remus slumped down in a chair next to Sirius,
who was staring with blank eyes at the tabletop. As he watched his
oldest friend in the world try to blink at a normal rate and fail,
he wondered briefly if this was to be all the intimacy their friendship
would ever afford. Strange is as it seemed, the ordeal did feel
oddly intimate – and it was one of those rare times when Sirius
actually listened to his advice. Funny he should do it when left
with no other choice. Would Remus never get noticed beyond the brotherly
affection they all shared? Was he really that only one that felt…
Well. Whatever he felt, it hardly mattered in the long run.
“Well! , let’s try that sobering charm, and
then get you to bed, all right?” Remus wasn’t sure why he was talking
to someone who had the mental capacity of a week-old puppy, but
it seemed a comforting thing to do. He went into his room to retrieve
his wand. The room reeked and he quickly cleaned it up with a few
well-chosen cleaning and air freshening spells. He made his way
back to the kitchen to find Sirius slumped across the table. The
glass was rattling on the floor, and Remus decided not to disturb
it. Now, what was that sobering charm..? He began looking through
his copy of Practical Magic: From Sautéing to Washing and Everything
in Between.
~*~
mmmmmm, maybe it was only a couple vomit-flavored
beans…not so bad now…still can’t feel the legs, though…and why was
his arm not moving, either..? really, for a grown man to not have
any mobility, it was rather…silly…and mmm, what is that mumbling…where’s
it…the voice sounds familiar…moony?…moony…what…why…wait, th! ose
words sound fami- yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhmotherfuckerbloodyfuckingooooooooowwwwwww!
~*~
He must have done something right, because Sirius
now seemed much more sober. And very pained. Remus had heard somewhere
that sobering charms did that…surely he wasn’t in pain anymore?..
“What the fuck…” Sirius rubbed his eyes and
looked up at Remus through almost lucid, albeit puffy and exhausted,
eyes. “Moony? What happened?”
“Sobering charm,” Remus said by way of explanation
and leaned down to pick up the glass.
“Sobering charm? I didn’t know you knew those…”
“Came in handy, though, didn’t it?” Remus put
the glass in the sink with a clunk. “Now, we need to get you to
bed.”
“What time is it?” Sirius was looking for his
watch and, understandably, not finding it.
“I’d wager it’s about three thirty, give or
take. Your watch stopped, so I took it off.”
“Oh…”
“Yes, well, come, I’ll take you to bed…” Remus
cursed himse! lf and felt the blood rushing to his face as Sirius
raised what looked to be a dubious eyebrow. “Your bed, so
you can sleep, you prat. I still have to clean mine.” He heaved
Sirius up and found that it was much easier to do when the other
party went willingly.
“Why, what happened to it?” Sirius asked, as
he began walking slowly on his own. Remus glared in his direction
and turned away, walking next to him.
“You threw up all over it, that’s what.”
“Ah…sorry.” Sirius dutifully walked on. Then:
“Wait a second… What was I doing in your bed?”
“You fell on it, what do you think you
were doing in it?” Remus spat, louder than he had wanted to. Sirius
winced and rubbed his temples. “Sorry.”
“Nah, it’s fine…”
Was the idea really so repulsive to him, Remus
wondered? He wasn’t that unattractive, he had certainly turned
more than his fair share of heads – of all kinds – at his time in
Hogwarts. And that girl Linda had definitely flirt! ed with him
while he was making deliveries to Flourish and Blotts. Even asked
for his floo number, but he hadn’t taken the bait. Who needed a
pretty, longhaired sales witch, when they could have a drunkard
of a friend who had never even thought of doing to him half the
things that Remus had wanted to reciprocate on?
Remus glared at Sirius and led him inside the
bedroom. Bloody prat. /Bloody clueless prat/, he thought as he lowered
Sirius slowly onto the unmade bed and straightened out the hair
that threatened to tie itself around that long neck. Remus watched
the Adam’s apple bob up and down as Sirius swallowed, and made himself
turn away.
“There, feel better in the morning, next time
you’re not getting off this easily.” He attempted a grin and began
walking away.
“Wait, Remus.” Sirius’s voice sounded hoarse,
which really came as no surprise considering the acidic exercise
that his throat got earlier in the night. A clammy hand reached
out and grabbed Remus! ’s wrist, and it was all Remus could do to
not throw it off in a fit of nerves. He made himself turn towards
Sirius, instead. His mouth had begun making words:
“Oh, right, the torch. Hold on, I’ll get it
–” He went to dim the light, but Sirius stopped him. In fact, he
had simply yanked Remus down, so that the torch went crashing down
to the floor and Remus blinked as he found his body fitted very
closely with Sirius’s. He felt his blood rushing to all sorts of
inappropriate places as his mind tried to wrap itself around the
concept of Sirius throwing him onto his bed. Before it ever had
a chance of explaining this strange phenomenon, a wiry arm wrapped
itself around his waist and pulled him closer. Sour breath fanned
across his face as Sirius made himself comfortable by sliding up
against Remus’s side and settling there. Not quite how he had imagined
it.
“Sirius?” He cursed himself for blushing.
“Mmm?”
“What are you doing?”
“Repaying my debt.” Siri! us squirmed even closer,
if that was even physically possible, Remus thought in a haze.
“P-pardon?”
“Oh, we’re all proper today, aren’t we… Pardon,
honestly…”
“Sirius –”
“The debt,” a sniffle, “of gratitude. You know,
thanks for whatever it is that you did for me, that’s all.”
“I see… So, do you really want to repay for
making me hold your head while you retched into the toilet?”
“‘Course.”
“Then, get a bloody mint and get off me.” Remus’s
heart was pounding, despite Sirius’s reeking breath, and he feared
that if Sirius got any closer he would discover something wholly
unexpected. Well, for Sirius, in any case. He sprang up and accidentally
knocked his friend to the floor. “Bloody hell…you all right?”
Sirius blinked up at him from below, blue eyes
looking rather hurt.
“Sorry…you reek, that’s all…” Remus shrugged
apologetically.
Sirius sniffed himself. Remus really wanted
to ask how long it would be until he licked h! imself, as well,
but held his tongue. Looking at him, Sirius scrunched up his face
in apology.
“I do, don’t I… I need a bath!”
“How insightful. And a mint.”
Sirius smacked his lips together and winced.
Remus wondered how far Sirius could go before Remus was repulsed,
and was unsettled in realizing that pretty fucking far. The prat
of a friend was still as beautiful as ever, even lying in a heap
on the floor, tasting his own vomit. Remus sighed and leaned down.
“C’mon, we’ll get you to the bathroom.”
Sirius obeyed wordlessly and allowed himself
to be dragged along. Once at their destination, Remus sat him down
on the toilet and looked around.
“Well, I imagine you can manage from here. You’re
a big boy, even if an imbecile.”
Sirius looked up at him.
“Sirius? You don’t need my help, do you?.. Oh,
lord, not the puppy eyes. Believe me, you will hate yourself in
the morning,” Remus tried to reassure him. The last thing they both
n! eeded was a helpless Sirius and a Remus with a stiffy. He couldn’t
hold himself accountable if driven too far. Stripping Sirius down
and bathing him certainly classified as such.
“Why would I?”
“Because you’re being pathetic, that’s why.
You can bathe yourself.”
“But I want- need you to help me…”
Wait a minute. Remus seemed to have missed a
few sentences in between. Surely, Sirius had meant Remus brining
him a mint… Or, perhaps, bring him his pyjamas… Surely, he didn’t
mean…
“What? You want me to help you bathe
–”
“Yes.”
“Why?” Remus asked in desperation. If he could,
he would have been tearing out his own hair, as well.
“Dunno. You seem to have a way with the helpless.
And I’m still a bit wobbly.”
“Sirius, you are one of the most self-sufficient
people I know. You are not helpless, just stupid, how many times
do I have to tell you?”
“Please, Remus? I promise to make it up to you.”
“I don’t need a bribe, th! anks,” Remus grumbled
as he lowered himself to his knees. “But you know what? You really
do owe me, Black. I’m missing quite an exciting night of sleep for
you, you better be grateful in the morning.”
“Sure thing, Moony!” Sirius grinned. Remus scrunched
up his face and opened up a cabinet. “Here, take a mint, I don’t
think I can take much more.” He threw a box of Toothflossing Stringmints
over to Sirius and the other caught them one-handed. Helpless,
my arse, Remus thought with suspicion, as he began sliding Sirus’s
t-shirt over his head. He wasn’t sure what Sirius was up to, but
he was too tired to try and explain it to himself just then. Maybe
later, when he wasn’t stripping the man that he was, in all honesty,
in love with, and extremely sleep-deprived, to boot.
He had, of course, seen Sirius almost naked
before. Sharing a dorm room for seven years practically guaranteed
it, but that didn’t mean that he had ever gotten used to it. Sirius
was all lean musc! le and smooth skin. A few dark hairs ran the
length of this torso to spread out across the chest. Remus tried
not to look down and see the hair thicken below the navel.
Damn, those jeans were low.
Obviously, his attempt at not looking had failed.
He threw the t-shirt on the floor, all the while fixated on the
hipbone that was just visible above the thick denim. With every
movement Sirius made, it shifted and the shadows accentuated its
contours. Good God, but the human body was a beautiful sight…
“Moony?” Sirius voice sounded strangely subdued.
Remus’ head snapped up and he quickly turned away, racking his brain
for an excuse for ogling his drunk friend. Finally, he turned back
around and heard his own voice, surprisingly calm and even:
“Sorry, Paddy, I’m just a bit tired. Well, actually,
no, not just a bit, I’m completely knackered, but that’s beside
the point.” He casually reached out and began undoing the button
on Sirius’s trousers. He was amazed to! discover that his hands
were pretty steady, and that his heart was rather quiet in its frantic
beating. He thought he heard a quiet “oh”, but he couldn’t be sure,
because blood was pounding in his ears. At least Sirius couldn’t
hear it.
The button was undone. The next step would,
unsurprisingly, include an unzipped zipper, but Remus wasn’t sure
he could make himself behave.
“Here, you can do that yourself, it’s awkward
as arse from my angle.” Right. Best not mention any body parts,
Remus noted in his head, as his hard-on rejoiced at the implication.
Sirius, oddly obedient, began to slide down the zipper, and Remus
took that chance to turn away. “I’ll draw the bath…”
He wasn’t sure why he was outlining all of his
actions, but it was a comfort to know that his voice, unlike the
rest of his body, hadn’t yet reverted to that cursed age of spontaneous
combustion. God, he had hated being fourteen and having to carry
his books in front of him just to hide w! hat he then considered
to be an impressive hard-on.
As the water poured out into the bath, Remus
stood very still over it, under the pretense of watching for overflow.
He heard Sirius’ jeans slap the floor and stiffened. Squeezing his
eyes shut, he tried thinking of things that had absolutely nothing
to do with what was undoubtedly standing behind him, namely a very
naked and very susceptible Sirius Black. He didn’t think his cock
could handle any more pressure.
“Y-you…er…you ready? Get in, then, the water’s
fine.” Remus cursed his voice for betraying him so cruelly and cracking
so ineloquently. He turned off the faucets and turned away, so he
wouldn’t have to see Sirius actually getting in the tub. Once he
was inside, it would be much safer, what with the bubbles, and all.
Unfortunately, the late hour seemed to dim Remus’s
usually dizzying intellect, as he had turned towards the mirror.
The mirror that showed what he was missing in glorious detail, and
seem! ed to tease him with it and laugh at him.
He couldn’t help it. He stared.
Beyond his own reflection, which was that of
a pale face, the sleepless lines underneath the eyes defined in
the harsh light, eyes full of such true suppression that it was
actually rather amusing, he saw Sirius moving towards the bath.
Greasy black hair – what had Sirius been doing that night?
– hung over his face is he began to step into the tub. Mesmerized,
Remus watched the shoulder muscles play underneath the slightly
tanned skin. Just as he was watching the long neck move, Remus’s
eyes were caught in those of Sirius’s reflection. They both stared
at each other for what seemed like a very, very long time. Remus
saw himself looking at the other man, and for all that he tried,
he could not make himself look away. When Sirius finally lowered
his gaze and sank all the way into the tub, Remus exhaled sharply
and hung his head. He had to get himself under control. He didn’t
kno! w why it hurt to look away, or why it hurt to think about looking
at Sirius and being forbidden to touch, but he simply had
to get himself under control.
Bracing himself, Remus turned around and tried
to look his most casual as he pulled up a short stool from the corner
and sat down. Sirius’s eyes were closed, and he seemed completely
relaxed, his head propped against the tub wall, arms resting on
its sides. His fingers were curled into loose fists. Remus picked
up the pine-scented soap that Sirius always used and lathered up
his hands. He breathed in slowly and exhaled. Now what?
“Sirius, what exactly do you want me to do?”
he asked, trying to sound irritated, or perhaps confused, anything
but constipated and horny. He failed on all counts.
Sirius opened one eye and regarded him for a
moment. Then, he closed it again and made a noise like pleasure.
Almost purring. Remus tried groping for balance, but instead found
himself unable to move. What the hell! was going on with him?! He’d
never had this sort of reaction – to anyone – before. Why was Sirius
affecting him this way? And why wasn’t God, or whoever was up there,
doing anything about it?
“What was that?” Christ Almighty, his voice
had gone husky on him. Not the sex voice, not that, please, anything
but –
A slippery hand seized his wrist and pulled
him in before he even had a chance to finish berating his vocal
cords. Sirius’s eyes were now open, dark pupils almost overpowering
the thin ring of pale blue around them. Remus stared and tried to
remember what regular breathing felt like.
“Remus, I am naked. In a tub. You are sitting
next to me, giving off so many pheromones, I can hardly breathe
right. What do you think I want you to do?”
Remus blinked. He had to stop himself from sniffing
the air around them for the pheromones that Sirius had mentioned.
He knew that that wasn’t the important part of what Sirius had said,
but his mind refused to focu! s on the other half. Because it hadn’t
actually happened. And Sirius hadn’t made Remus’s desires known
to both of them. And what did Sirius mean by not being able to breathe
right? Focusing on the one coherent sentence his bleary mind was
able to produce, he opened his mouth to speak it:
“Good God, Sirius, what the fuck took you so
long?”
That hadn’t been the sentence. However, a second
later it didn’t matter – in fact, none of it mattered, because Sirius
leaned it quicker than Remus could think, and fastened his mouth
on Remus’s. Remus felt his hand spasm and the soap dropped into
the water with a quiet plonk. He felt Sirius’s nose brush his as
Sirius moved his head in for a better angle, and pressed in even
closer. Opening his mouth, Remus slid in his tongue and grabbed
hold of Sirius’s hair, his fingers shaking. Something had broken,
snapped, and he felt like he couldn’t stop. Sirius was responding
to his kiss with equal enthusiasm, and it only made Remus want !
more, more, more. Sirius seemed to be thinking – or perhaps
feeling, since thought was something that Remus, at least, was very
incapable of producing at the moment – along the same lines, as
he made a grab for Remus’s shoulders and leaned back into the tub.
Remus followed. His t-shirt waded into the water, sagging down from
the moisture. He separated from Sirius, their lips making a soft
smack, and while Sirius watched him, breathing in harsh breaths
and licking his lips, he quickly divested himself of the nuisance.
Sirius’s arms immediately went to his sides and, after a bit of
awkward climbing and grunting, Remus was in the tub, sliding over
Sirius’s body, clutching his arms and reaching for his mouth once
again. He felt shaky hands all over his torso, kneading the muscles
on his back, sliding wetly over his skin. He thought his head would
explode from all the sensations that were running through him.
He was kissing Sirius. He was kissing Sirius.
He wa! s with Sirius.
He moaned as a wayward hand had found his crotch
and he pushed against it. He found that it felt rough, as the wet
cotton now seemed to be grating against the sensitive skin of his
cock.
“Ugh…wait, hold on, I want to…ahhh…get…these
off,” he whispered against Sirius’s mouth as their breaths mingled.
Sirius’s mouth was hot and sweet, the mint having definitely done
its duty. Remus closed his eyes as four hands fought the fabric
down and off his legs. Sirius pulled his knees up to allow Remus
more room to maneuver, and began running his hands over Remus’s
neck, cheeks and hair. Remus looked up when the pyjama bottoms were
finally lying on the bottom of the tub, and hitched his breath.
The two looked at each other, still and quiet. Remus felt his heart
hammer inside his chest and his stomach clenched up. It seemed too
much, too good – at last – and quite unbelievable.
Never breaking eye contact, Sirius touched Remus’s
cheek with his! palm and brought their faces together. They kissed
softly at first, sucking slowly on each other’s lips, licking and
stopping every now and then to simply taste. To feel. Sirius’s tongue
slid out and licked Remus’s lower lip. Instinctively, Remus opened
his mouth and allowed his tongue to meet Sirius’s. They pushed against
each other, wrapping around and over. Remus felt his fingers dig
into Sirius’s thigh just as the other sucked in his breath.
“Sorry…I –”
“T’s all right, fine,” Sirius didn’t let him
finish and pulled him in closer. He rubbed his nose against the
side of Remus’s neck, breathed in and out, while goose bumps rose
all over Remus’s skin, down to his ankles and wrists. He shivered.
“Want you…want you, want you, want you…” Sirius chanted quietly
and Remus clutched his body closer. He wanted to scream out “then
have me, have me, have me,” but his throat had seized up and he
remained quiet as Sirius’s tongue slid out and drew a line from
the bottom of h! is neck up. At the end of its destination, he felt
a small kiss, just behind his ear. Remus moaned.
“Sirius…”
“Mmm…”
“What are we doing?..” Why was he questioning
this? Why was he risking what he had wanted for so many years..?
“We’re doing what we should have done bloody
ages ago, that’s what,” said Sirius, slowly running his hands up
and down Remus’s arms.
“What?”
“Didn’t you say so yourself? What took me so
fucking long?” Sirius leaned back and looked him in the eyes. “You’re
not having second thoughts now, are you? Because, damn, Moony, that’d
be downright cruel –”
“No, no! It’s just… Well, why now? Why here?”
Remus searched Sirius’s face for any sign of regret, and, for some
reason, could find none.
“Because I couldn’t hold it in anymore.” Sirius
shrugged and Remus stared. “Blimey, Remus, didn’t you ever know?”
“Know what..?”
“Honestly, and we call you sharp. I want
you Remus, I have for a very long time. I… I! …” Sirius frowned
and looked somewhere beyond Remus’s shoulder. “I’ve been trying
to get past it, you know.” He gave a rueful smile. “It didn’t seem
right. We were friends, like brothers, and wanting a friend just
seemed wrong, like invading…” Remus felt himself nod. “I didn’t
want to offend you.” Sirius stopped all movement, his warm hands
resting on either side of Remus. Remus waited, trying not to fill
in the gaps with his own imaginings of what might come next. At
length, Sirius spoke again: “Tonight…I thought that maybe I could
give it a go… In the bed, back there,” he gestured towards the bedroom
with his thumb, “I was still somewhat pissed. That charm is a time-release
one, did you know?” Remus shook his head dumbly. “I knew sort of
what was happening, but didn’t really feel any inhibitions. It’s
worn off now, don’t worry,” he chuckled nervously. “Anyway, that
is my long story of why we’re naked in a tub.”
“I…I see.” Remus knew that he should probably
give Sirius! a detailed account of why he didn’t protest as much
as would have been expected out of anyone else, but his cock was
protesting any further talk, and instead, he chose to find Sirius’s
mouth with his once again. In a haze, Remus wondered if it was possible
to become addicted to somebody’s mouth.
“D’you want to get out of the tub?” Sirius asked
when they pulled away. Through the fog, he realized that Sirius
was still in need of the bath – his hair was still rather greasy
– but it would have taken too long, and it really didn’t matter.
After what they were undoubtedly about to do, they’d both be in
need of a bath. Why not take care of it later? Remus nodded and
held his hand out. Sirius grinned and took it, as Remus quickly
got up and stepped out onto the tile floor. Sirius was close behind,
and dripping and stumbling, foregoing any sort of drying, they made
their way to the bedroom.
“Which bed shou–”
“Yours, mine is –”
“Dirty, right…down you go, then,” ! and Sirius
flopped down onto his bed, bringing Remus with him. “Ooooomph!”
The mattress sagged underneath them and the
sheets became damp as they rolled towards the center of the small
bed, fumbling. Remus found himself on top of Sirius. He panted and
braced his arms on either side of his friend’s body. Sirius brought
his hands over to Remus’s arse and pressed down. Remus moaned as
sensation ran through his entire body, centering in his crotch.
His arms shook as he began rocking against Sirius, trying to arrange
their legs into a better position for doing so. Just as the pressure
began building up, both of them gasping, Sirius pulled Remus’s head
to his and kissed him open-mouthed, kissing so hard, it seemed he
was trying to suck his tongue out entirely. Remus’s mind swam and
he had to stop moving in order to regain some control of his body.
Sirius used the lull to roll them both over, still not breaking
the deep kiss, and Remus moaned as Sirius’s weight settled on top!
of his, pushing him into the mattress and making him feel oddly
secure. He spread his knees and pulled them up to accommodate Sirius’s
body and shuddered as Sirius moved his hips and brought their cocks
meshing together.
“Oh…God!..”
Sirius’s mouth moved away from Remus’s face,
and was now kissing a path down his neck, wet noises accompanying
his movements. Remus held on to the smooth surface of Sirius’s torso
and his arms began extending as the torso in question kept lowering.
Remus could hear nothing but the pounding in his ears and Sirius’s
murmuring, as the other man continued licking and biting his way
down Remus’s chest. When Sirius found a nipple with his teeth, Remus
bucked up and hissed, little stars exploding behind his closed eyelids.
It grew extremely hot in the room, the water covering their bodies
changing gradually to sweat, but the wet sheets underneath them
kept some semblance of cool.
Sirius propped himself up above Remus’s hips
and looked! down. Remus felt his cheeks flush as such an intimate
part of his anatomy was carefully scrutinized. He was achingly hard
and if Sirius simply kept watching, as oddly nice as it was, he
wasn’t sure what he would do. He clutched the sheets in his fists
and looked up at the ceiling, willing his body to calm down. A few
very long, and very painful seconds later, he felt Sirius’s tongue
lap at his cock and groaned. He looked at Sirius, then, and had
to keep himself from getting more excited than he already was, because
the sight of Sirius holding Remus’s cock at the base and licking
the leaking head with his tongue was definitely one that had been
entertained thoroughly in his previous fantasies. Except it had
never felt this good in his dreams. It had never felt as hot, as
exciting as it did now.
Sirius moaned quietly is he took the head in
his mouth and sucked the cock in, inch by inch. Remus could only
gasp and make odd noises as Sirius wrenched pleasure out of him,
su! cking and releasing, going down to the base, then coming back
up, and sucking it in again. Over and over and over. Remus’s heart
sped up, the sheets were almost off the bed as he strained not to
tear them. He squeezed his eyes shut as the pressure built up and
all through him. He was about to tell Sirius to let go, when Sirius
massaged his balls lightly and all the sensation centered deep inside
and he exploded into Sirius’s excruciatingly hot mouth. He moaned
his completion and fell back into the bed, shaking, noticing for
the first time that he had lifted off it.
For a few seconds, Remus just lay there, breathing
coming in fast, heartbeat doing a strange exotic rhythm. He realized
that he’d never really had a more powerful orgasm, and wondered
briefly at the fact that men really were better at giving head than
women. He simply had never known that Sirius would be such a master
at it.
Sirius, meanwhile, wiped his mouth with the
back of his hand, and gave Remus a! grin worthy of Padfoot. He slithered
up Remus’s body, and Remus felt little shocks wherever their skin
met. Was he really that sensitive? When Sirius was finally level
with him, Remus took his face in his hands and kissed him, getting
a tongue full of his own essence. It felt oddly exhilarating. He
didn’t want to let go, he wanted to keep Sirius in his arms for
a very, very long time. Sirius wrapped his own arms around Remus
and kissed back. It was electrifying.
“Good lord, Sirius… Shit…” He panted out once
they had separated.
“Mmmm…you liked that, did you?” Sirius murmured
back, idly kissing the hollow of his throat.
“Nng…yes…” He tried getting his breathing under
control, but Sirius was making it difficult.
“Mmm, me too, actually,” Sirius said as he moved
to the left, and licked a hot trail around Remus’s neck.
“Y-you did?”
“You taste good.”
“Oh…I see.” Remus felt himself flush with inexplicable
pleasure and realized that fitted abov! e his crotch was a very
sticky, very hard cock, and that Sirius, patient as he apparently
was, had yet to be seen to. “What do you want?” He whispered, kissing
Sirius’s earlobe. He heard an intake of breath and waited, all the
while caressing Sirius’s smooth, tight arse. It was a pleasant thing
to discover, and he had many further plans that would put those
buttocks to excellent use. For now, however, more than anything,
he wanted to reciprocate, to make Sirius feel at least half as good
as he had made him feel. “Mmm? Do you want me, Sirius?” He took
hold of Sirius’s face and turned it towards him. “Do you?” Sirius
licked his slick lips and closed his eyes for a moment. Remus felt
the cock above his jump and his stomach churned.
“Are you sure?” Sirius whispered back, looking
at him intently. “It might hurt, you know…the first time, and all…”
“Err, right… Well, the first time did hurt,
yes,” Remus turned away and looked out of the window. He had never
told any of h! is friends about his short-lived relationship, and
this was a very strange way to let it out.
“Oh.” Sirius sounded surprised, as was expected,
but there was something else there. Was it disappointment? Hurt?
Jealousy? “When was this?”
“Seventh year.” Remus bit his lip. “He was someone
I met while on holidays. We…he thought we were in love. I think
it was just lust. Anyway,” he finally turned to look at Sirius,
attempting to smile. “It was a good experience to have, but it ended
very fast. After we had tried all the positions we could think of.”
He flushed and kissed Sirius quickly. For a moment, he felt a stab
of panic – how did he know that this wasn’t just lust, on Sirius’s
part? How did he know that it would last?
Sirius held onto the kiss, slowly, and for one
heady moment, Remus felt as if he were being drunk, like nectar.
He felt like purring.
When they separated, Sirius kissed him on each
cheek, right below the eyes and smiled. “You sure, then?”
“Yes.”
“All right. We’ll need something, er, some sort
of…”
“Lubricant?”
“Yeah…”
Damn. Remus hadn’t had the need for any lubricant
for quite a while, and wasn’t normally in the habit of shagging
his friends on Friday nights. Judging by the expression on Sirius’s
face, he was in much the same predicament.
“Damn…is there anything…else?” Sirius asked,
looking around. Remus racked his brains. He had gone grocery shopping
earlier that week, so maybe he had bought something that could be
used as a substitute… “Do we have some sort of…oil, or something?”
“Vegetable oil,” Remus answered immediately.
“No, it’s too thin…won’t work…olive oil?”
“Yes! Yes, I think we still have some.” Remus
felt his cock rejoice at the prospect and kissed Sirius. However,
this meant that one of them had to get up, which neither one wanted
to do. Being entangled together felt too good, too secure, to want
to meddle with, and Remus thanked his brain as the n! ext second
he felt the table for his wand and exclaimed “Accio Olive Oil!”
Sirius grinned at him and the next moment they
heard a cupboard door slam open and a whooshing sound come as the
glass bottle filled with the yellow liquid made its way over to
Remus’s hand. He caught the object and threw it gently onto the
bed.
Sirius lifted his torso off Remus and flicked
his – still greasy – hair out of his face as he made a grab
for the bottle. Giving Remus a very happy grin, he unscrewed the
top and poured some of the thick liquid onto his hand. He moved
aside while rubbing his palms together, and Remus took the opportunity
to arrange himself into a better position. He grabbed the pillows
his head was propped up on and stuffed them underneath his bottom,
briefly enjoying the fact that they were relatively dry. Sirius
stopped and looked at Remus. For a moment, he just watched, then
shook his head and murmured:
“Can’t believe it…” He crawled forward.
“Can’t believe what?” Remus queried, mesmerized
by the way Sirius moved towards him.
“This…us…you…so gorgeous.” Sirius gently took
Remus’s ankles and spread them apart, making room for himself. Remus
pulled his knees up and felt his stomach fluttering with anticipation
and pleasure that Sirius’s words had caused. He preferred being
on top, but he wanted to do this for Sirius. He wanted to feel
Sirius. Inside him. “Now, relax… Relax, baby,” Sirius murmured
as he pushed one finger inside. Remus exhaled and willed his body
to do just that. It definitely had been a while. He closed his eyes
and tried to concentrate on not feeling pain. Sirius pushed hesitantly
inside and in a moment was buried to the knuckle. “You all right?”
Remus heard his ask, and nodded.
“Give me a minute…still a bit tight,” he whispered
back. He felt Sirius wriggle the finger around and – “Ahh!.. Oh…mmmmm.”
There. Oh, that felt good… “More,” he whispered, only half aware
of wha! t he was saying. He heard Sirius breathing heavily, and
a moment later, a second finger entered, stretching him out and
strangely relieving any previous discomfort. “Oh, yessss… That feels
go-good,” Remus sighed and opened his eyes. Sirius was staring at
him, looking unbelievably beautiful. “I’m all right now.”
“Yeah?” His voice was hoarse. Remus’s stomach
churned once more as he realized that it was due to him that Sirius
was so aroused. He nodded, and Sirius’s fingers slipped out. An
empty sort of relief. He took hold of Sirius’s shoulders and guided
him forward.
“Come here…there…you all right?” He asked, not
sure why he was asking Sirius that. Perhaps it was the slight look
of helplessness on Sirius’s face, something almost childlike in
its wonder. Sirius settled in and guided himself inside. At some
point, he had already slicked his cock with the oil and his entrance
was surprisingly smooth. Remus’s breath caught in his throat as
he felt himself being stretche! d by Sirius. Sirius gasped. Looking
Remus in the eye, he settled himself more comfortably on top of
him and thrust once. Remus bucked up against him and threw back
his head, moaning. He heard Sirius’s groan and wrapped his legs
around the slim hips.
“C’mon…move,” he urged and Sirius began moving
slowly, gently. Remus tried to remember how to breathe, but found
it impossible. Sirius was inside him. He was around him, over him,
everywhere and it was good. It was perfect, though he was
still in some pain. It was perfect, though Sirius’s hair was still
greasy and reeked of cigarettes. It was perfect though once in a
while Sirius would change rhythm and throw Remus slightly off. They
were – finally – together. Two. One.
“Oh, God, Remus… Remus, talk to me…say something…ahh!..
Oh…want you, lo- ohh…ahhh!..” Sirius was babbling and Remus babbled
back, free to say whatever he wanted or whatever he felt. There
was freedom in it, just like there was freedom in ! the way his
legs were wrapped around Sirius, or in the way that Sirius’s sweaty
torso slid up and down and over Remus’s overheated skin, or the
way Sirius’s fist was curled around Remus’s cock. There was freedom
in the quick kiss that Sirius gave him as he lowered his head.
Faster, faster now Sirius moved, and Remus moved
with him, feeling Sirius’s balls slapping his cheeks and feeling
freer still.
“Moon- oh, oh good God… I’m…oh…I…fuck, I’m gonna…
Moony, I –” Remus cut Sirius’s flow of words with his tongue and
the next moment, Sirius shuddered in his arms, as his cock filled
Remus with his seed. Remus came a moment later. Almost perfect.
Sirius whimpered and continued shaking until
he was spent, Remus holding his body tightly in his arms, taking
care not to pass out from his own orgasm.
They lay like that for a few moments, until
it became apparent that either they cleaned themselves up now, or
suffered the consequences later. Sirius peeled himself o! ff of
Remus and sat back. Remus uncramped his legs, relaxing. He smiled
at Sirius and took hold of his hand, kissing the fingertips, one
by one. Sirius closed his eyes and smiled back.
~*~
When, the next morning, a very rejuvenated-looking
James Potter burst into the unlocked flat, he was treated to a sight
of his two best friends looking for all the world to see as very
shagged out and loving it, as they lay one on top of the other and
slept peacefully. The sheets were twisted around them, the pillows
were haphazardly lying at the foot of the bed, and everything suggested
of a very fun and raucous night, indeed. Much like his flat was
looking at the moment.
The only logical thought that could form in
his shell-shocked mind was that the news of his engagement would
have to wait.
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