Fic: Satisfying Their Curiosity 1/4
Title: Satisfying Their Curiosity
Author: remuslives23
Story Rating: NC17
Prompt: potterprompts 02: after midnight, and lover100 018: Honesty
Summary: Over-indulgence at Lily and James' wedding leads to Remus inadvertently revealing a secret he'd been keeping from Sirius. Sirius takes advantage of the revelation to explore a long-held fascination for the werewolf.
Notes/Warnings: m/m sexual situations, language, frequent and intense desire to murder author...
Disclaimer: This fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and affiliates. No money is being made and no offence is intended. Characters are of legal age for sexual situations.
Chapter One
‘It was a nice wedding,’ Remus said through a stifled yawn and Sirius laughed, kicking the door of his flat shut behind them.
‘You have no staying power, Moony,’ he teased, tugging off his jacket and throwing it towards the couch.
‘That’s not what your last girlfriend said… Hey! That’s my bed you‘re using as a closet,’ Remus mumbled, the liquor he’d consumed tonight making him slur a little.
He fell down gracelessly onto the sofa and stretched his long limbs. ‘Lily looked lovely.’
‘Mmm,’ Sirius agreed, shucking his shoes and swaying a little as he appreciatively watched Remus‘ body tighten then relax. ‘James looked whipped.’
Remus laughed, leaning over to pull off his shoes and socks. ‘They’ll be very happy together - as long as he does exactly what she tell him to.’
Sirius let out his usual barking laugh of amusement then stumbled over his shoes on the way to the kitchen. Remus had asked to stay the night at Sirius’ flat rather than attempt to Apparate to his parent’s house, fearing he‘d splinch himself in his tipsy state. Sirius was glad of the werewolf’s company - despite the fact that his presence meant a night of suffering through the neglected erection he always ended up with when he spent time alone with his friend.
Sirius peered over his shoulder, watching Remus check the television guide then throw it back onto the coffee table - there wasn't a lot on after midnight. He’d never been entirely sure why Remus inspired such vivid and erotic fantasies in him when no other man held any appeal. He was a good looking guy - with that soft-looking, sand-coloured hair and those deep blue eyes that could see into Sirius’ very soul - but there were more handsome men around. He had a nice body - long and lean and lightly muscled - but there were better bodies.
I don’t want those better looking, better built men though. I want Remus.
Sirius swallowed hard as, yet again, his mind dared to consider the possibility that his long-held longing for the other man had nothing to do with his physical attributes and more to do with the fact that Remus was the best person Sirius had ever known. Frowning, Sirius opened and closed cupboard doors, looking for more booze. He didn’t like to consider that this pull he had towards his friend might be emotional as well as physical - that would make things far more complicated and messy and… painful.
He had resignedly accepted the attraction, but was not willing to think any deeper about it. It‘s not like he could ever do anything about it - Remus showed no signs of being interested in men - or women for that matter. Perhaps the other man just wasn’t that interested in sex at all.
What a waste.
He found a full bottle and turned back to the living room. ‘You’re not calling it a night?’ he asked, dismayed when he saw Remus lying on the couch, eye lids at half-mast. ‘I thought we could continue the party.’
Remus twisted around to look at him and grinned when he saw the bottle of Muggle scotch Sirius held aloft. ‘Now you’re talking,’ he said enthusiastically, rolling off the couch and landing heavily on the floor. ‘Ouch!’
He staggered to his feet and flopped down into the seat opposite a smiling Sirius at the kitchen table.
‘I think I’m already inebriated,’ he warned and Sirius laughed as he poured a generous portion of the amber liquid into a coffee mug.
He passed it to Remus, trying not to think about how good the other man looked in that Muggle suit, and how much he wanted to see him out of it. As if he'd read Sirius' mind, Remus shrugged the jacket off, hanging it over the back of the chair before he took his drink in hand once more. Sirius tore his eyes away as Remus looked up at him.
‘You’re not drunk enough if you can still say ‘inebriated’,’ Sirius told him, fixing his own drink then holding up his mug for a toast. ‘To James and Lily, may their children have her looks and his personality.’
‘Padfoot,’ Remus admonished but clicked his cup to Sirius’ anyway, watching the other man other the top of his mug as he sipped his scotch.
‘I know she’s your bestest friend, Moony but even you have to admit, she’s a bit of a pain in the arse sometimes. She won’t even let James come out with us anymore.’
‘Can’t really blame her after the buck’s night,’ Remus said in Lily’s defence and Sirius grinned.
‘That was a brilliant night,’ he reminisced. ‘It’s not really our fault… we didn’t know the stripper we hired was really a man and that James would put his hand there and that someone would get a photo of it…’
Remus smiled wickedly and Sirius’ mouth fell open in shock. ‘You did that?’ he said in an awed voice. ‘You knew the stripper was really a bloke?‘
‘I did,‘ Remus said mildly. ‘And I got Frank to take the photo. But groping him was all James’ own work.‘
‘I didn’t realise you had such a devious nature, Moony.’
‘There are many things you don’t know about me, Padfoot,’ Remus replied mysteriously, and Sirius laughed.
‘That’s right - you’re an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, wearing a horrible tie.’
‘Hey!’ Remus yelped, looking down at his maroon tie then shrugging in agreement. ‘Yeah, alright. I’ll give you that. It’s pretty awful. Mum picked it out.’
‘I don’t believe you for a second,’ Sirius retorted, reaching up and pulling off his own black tie. ‘Your mother has impeccable taste. She loves me after all.’
‘Proves she’s going a little senile in her old age,’ Remus muttered, tugging the neck tie off and throwing it towards the couch.
Sirius did the same with his, the strip of fabric hitting Remus in the face instead. Sirius chuckled, swearing it wasn’t deliberate as Remus snorted in disbelief. He tossed the tie onto the table as Sirius undid a couple of the buttons of his white shirt. He was surprised when he saw Remus watching his fingers then flush and look away quickly when he realised Sirius had caught him. He took a large gulp of his drink before he spoke.
‘Maybe I should go home instead of hanging about annoying you? You could have pulled tonight if you didn’t have to drag me home with you.’
Sirius was surprised. The other Marauders often crashed at his flat (him being the only one of the quartet who lived alone) and there was never any issue. He noted the deepening flush on Remus’ cheeks and felt hope flicker in his chest.
‘I didn’t want to pull tonight… no decent action there anyway,' Sirius said blithely, watching Remus closely. 'And why would you go? Has my deodorant failed?’
‘No, I just thought… Well, I guess I thought you might like some time alone or something…‘
Sirius knew Remus well enough to know when he was dodging a question and stared at him curiously. Remus fidgeted uncomfortably under the questioning gaze and took another long drink of the scotch before saying flippantly, ‘Oh, just forget it. I’m too pissed to Floo anyway and your couch is more comfortable than my bed.’
Sirius smiled, a little distractedly.
What was all that about?
Whatever Remus' reasoning, Sirius was pleased that he was staying, despite how painful it could be to be this close to him. He had accepted that his attraction to the other man was one-sided a long time ago, but that didn’t make it any easier when Remus stroked his fingers over the glass as if he were caressing it, or when he ran his fingers carelessly through his gold-and-grey flecked hair, tousling it and making Sirius want to smooth it back down. Sirius bit back a sigh and picked up his drink.
‘Wonder if Lily’s gonna let James come out with us for your birthday,' he pondered then he sighed heavily. 'Why’d he have to go and get hitched, Moony? It’s going to ruin all our fun…’
‘Yeah, well, we all have to grow up sometimes,’ Remus reasoned, sipping his drink.
‘Not me,’ Sirius retorted. ‘Peter Pan of the wizarding world me.’
‘Perfect Prat, more like,’ Remus countered and Sirius spat out his scotch, gasping and coughing then looking up at Remus with a smile.
‘You know you love me,’ he grinned and Remus chuckled softly, staring down at his drink.
‘Not nearly as much as you love yourself, wanker,’ he muttered but there was no bite to his words. ‘And you don’t know me at all if you think Lily’s my 'bestest' friend.’
‘Who is then? Pete?’
Remus looked up, an exasperated expression on his face. ‘You, you moron.’
‘Really?’
Sirius beamed and Remus shook his head with a long-suffering air. ‘Course you are. Gods but you are a knob sometimes, Padfoot. I really have terrible taste in best friends, now that I think about it.’
Sirius let out a breath of amusement, his smile not quite reaching his grey eyes this time as he peered intently at Remus. ‘Thanks, Moony. James… well, he’s more like my brother than my friend so I guess that makes you my best mate too.’
‘I’ll drink to that!’
They both smiled and clashed their almost-empty mugs together.
*
It took just over an hour for Remus to shove aside the half-finished bottle and push himself unsteadily to his feet. ‘Okay, I’m going to take the test,’ he said, wobbling a little. ‘I am ineee.. onorb… unoob… Fuck, I’m ratted.’
With a groan, Sirius stood and clutched at Remus’ arm to keep his balance. ‘Shit! Me too,’ he mumbled then tugged on Remus’ arm, dragging him down the hall towards his room. ‘Come on, Moony love, time for beddy-byes. You can cuddle up to me if you want.’
‘Don’t treat me like one of your women,’ Remus complained, trying to pull his arm away and falling against the wall as he lost his balance. ‘I might be a ponce, but I’m not a fucking woman.’
Sirius stopped and stared blearily at Remus, his drunken mind trying to comprehend that this was important, that this was something he would be very interested to know.
‘What?’
Remus squinted at him, confused.
‘What?’
‘You’re gay?’ Sirius asked and Remus looked at him in shock.
‘Who told you?’
Sirius snorted.
‘You did, you fucking todger. Just now… You’re really gay? You wanna… fuck boys?’
‘Men. I have no interest in boys. I‘m not a perve,’ Remus said, scratching his head. ‘But… yeah.’
He bit his lip and for a moment looked more sober than he could possibly be. ‘Zat alright with you, Padfoot?’ He tried to sound defiant, but the quaver in his voice was audible.
‘Yeah,’ Sirius enthused, waving his hand as if dismissing Remus‘ concerns while his mind was racing. ‘Course it is. Have you… got a boyfriend or… something?’
‘Nope,’ Remus said, looking down at his feet.
‘But… you’ve had a boyfriend?’ Sirius persisted. ‘You’ve done it with blokes? Sex?’
Remus sighed and leant back against the wall, narrowing his eyes at Sirius, who suddenly wasn’t sure if he really wanted to know if Remus had been shagging someone.
‘Yeah,’ Remus said quietly, oblivious to the turmoil that was whirling inside of his friend. ‘Yeah, I’ve had sex with men. Well, one man, but… we did it quite a lot.’
Sirius stepped closer, his head feeling as light as air from both the alcohol and Remus’ revelations and what they could mean for him. ‘Who?’ he whispered and Remus looked pained.
‘I don’t kiss and tell…’
‘Remus.’
Remus looked at him and shivered from the intensity in the dark grey eyes. He swallowed hard.
‘Gideon Prewett.’
Sirius looked startled and Remus tried to push himself off the wall. ‘I shouldn’t have said anything…’
‘No, Moony, it’s okay,’ Sirius insisted, putting both hands on Remus’ chest and pushing him back against the wall. ‘I was just surprised. I… Gideon, huh? You… you like redheads?’
‘I liked his arse…’
Sirius snorted, his thumbs rubbing back and forth against the material of Remus’ dress shirt. ‘Yeah, I can imagine, but… redheads? You prefer them?’
Remus let out a long breath as Sirius’ fingers stroked his skin through his shirt. Sirius could almost feel the other man's skin prickling from the touch and that bubble of hope inflated further.
‘No. I prefer… brunettes actually but… well, Gideon is a nice guy and he’s bi and he was very willing to… to teach me…’
Sirius let his fingertips brush over Remus' hardened nipples - as if by accident - and the other man‘s eyes closed for a moment. Sirius felt him shudder then Remus' now-darker eyes opened and the desire there made Sirius‘ breath hasten. He decided to push ahead. He might never get the courage up to do this again.
‘He is… quite fit, I s’pose, if you‘re into redheads.’
A gasp of both amusement and confusion slipped out between Remus’ lips. ‘Yeah, he is but… you shouldn’t know that. You shouldn’t think he’s fit.’
‘No,’ Sirius mused, looking Remus in the eye as his hands slid tentatively to the other man’s waist. ‘No, I shouldn’t, should I? Not if I’m straight.’
He felt Remus’ abdominal muscles tighten under his palms and his own lower belly contracted in response. Remus stared warily at him.
‘What… are you telling me you’re…?’
‘Not entirely straight?’ Sirius cut in. ‘Slightly bent? I don’t know.’ His fingers closed around the fabric of Remus’ shirt, clutching it in his fists.
‘I’ve always been… curious,’ he said softly. ‘Very, very, very curious about what it would be like...’
He leaned into Remus, letting his now considerably firmer groin push up against the other man's own bulge. Fire licked at Sirius’ insides when he realised that Remus' cock was rock hard, that he’d had an effect on him. Sirius groaned softly and ground his hips minutely against Remus'.
He heard Remus’ breath catch in his chest then he whispered, ‘Pads, what are you doing?’
‘Satisfying my curiosity,’ Sirius replied, his mouth coming closer until his lips ghosted across Remus’ once, twice before they planted themselves firmly on the other man’s mouth.
‘Sirius!’
Remus pushed him away, raising a shaking hand to his mouth, touching his tingling lips. ‘Fuck! Your sexuality isn’t something you play with. You… can’t just screw around like this with me. I‘m your friend… it would stuff it all up.’
‘I’m not screwing around,’ Sirius said quietly. ‘Fuck me, Remus.’
Remus shot him a dirty look and shook his head. ‘Funny, Sirius,’ he muttered, unable to completely hide the tremor in his voice. ‘You’ve fucked everything in a skirt so you’ve decided to try the ones in trousers? You can sod off - I won’t be your little experiment.’
‘I’ve wanted you since Sixth Year,’ Sirius confessed in a soft, but firm voice. He needed Remus to believe him, to believe that he wanted this so very much. ‘I never thought I had a snowball’s chance in hell so I never said anything but… I want you.’
‘You want me?’ Remus repeated, obviously still not quite ready to believe him. ‘You want me?’
Sirius’ tongue slipped out to wet his lips as he nodded and answered shakily, ‘Very much.’
Remus just stared at him for a moment before something inside his eyes seemed to burst into flames. He moved fast, slamming Sirius against the wall.
‘You want me to kiss you, Sirius?’ he asked, his mouth so close to Sirius’ that the brunette could feel the heat coming off it. ‘You want me to touch you? Suck you? You want my cock buried in your arse?’
Sirius’ breath hitched at the sound of Remus being so unusually blunt and crude and his lower body thrummed with anticipation. He let out a little moan as he nodded.
‘I do,’ he said, almost inaudibly, his lips trembling. ‘So badly…’
One heartbeat passed while blue eyes searched for any signs of doubt then Remus’ lips crashed onto his, tongue immediately plunging into Sirius’ just-as-eager mouth.
It was messy and rough with teeth clashing and tongues battling to claim dominance but it was also passionate and frantic and full of all the neediness that had been building for years and was now at boiling point. Sirius clutched at Remus’ head, clutching handfuls of silky brown hair as he tried to convince himself that this was real. The-none-too-gentle scrape of teeth over his lip as Remus pinned Sirius' arms to the wall bought this into startling perspective, and Sirius felt a growl rising in his chest. Sirius Black might want to take it up the arse very badly but he was not submissive. He was going to give just as good as he got.
Using his foot, he launched himself off the wall, taking control of the kiss as they crashed into the other side of the hallway. Remus let out a surprised breath as his back hit the wall. Sirius swallowed the moan that Remus couldn’t hold back, feeling it reverberate through his body, making him quiver in ways he’d never experienced before. The erotic tingling spread until it was leeching through his prickling skin and he was quaking and leaning heavily against Remus' body to keep himself upright.
Never had a lover affected him like this; never had another person consumed him, filling every dark abyss inside him with light; making him whole. This is how a kiss should feel.
Sirius moaned desperately, deepening the kiss, trying to make Remus feel what he was feeling, and the kiss became toothy as the other man smiled.
‘What?’ Sirius asked, breaking the kiss and pulling back a little.
Remus’ grin grew and he lifted a trembling hand, brushing Sirius’ fringe out of his eyes. ‘You really do want this, don’t you? You really do want me?’
Sirius smiled at his incredulous tone and stepped back, taking Remus’ hand. ‘Let me show you exactly how much I want you,’ he offered flirtatiously, backing down the hall and pulling Remus along by the hand.
Remus grinned and quickly moved to wrap his arms around him, kissing him hard and by the time they almost fell through Sirius’ bedroom door, they were working frantically on each other’s clothes. Remus, shaking slightly less than Sirius, succeeded in releasing the other man’s buttons first and pulled the shirt roughly down his arms, his lack of control sending a jolt of lust through Sirius.
‘Fucking hell!’ Sirius growled then suddenly, magically, their clothes had disappeared and their bodies slammed into each other, mouths hungry, as they fell back onto Sirius’ bed.
TBC...
*ducks out of the way of flying objects*
Author: remuslives23
Story Rating: NC17
Prompt: potterprompts 02: after midnight, and lover100 018: Honesty
Summary: Over-indulgence at Lily and James' wedding leads to Remus inadvertently revealing a secret he'd been keeping from Sirius. Sirius takes advantage of the revelation to explore a long-held fascination for the werewolf.
Notes/Warnings: m/m sexual situations, language, frequent and intense desire to murder author...
Disclaimer: This fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and affiliates. No money is being made and no offence is intended. Characters are of legal age for sexual situations.
Chapter One
‘It was a nice wedding,’ Remus said through a stifled yawn and Sirius laughed, kicking the door of his flat shut behind them.
‘You have no staying power, Moony,’ he teased, tugging off his jacket and throwing it towards the couch.
‘That’s not what your last girlfriend said… Hey! That’s my bed you‘re using as a closet,’ Remus mumbled, the liquor he’d consumed tonight making him slur a little.
He fell down gracelessly onto the sofa and stretched his long limbs. ‘Lily looked lovely.’
‘Mmm,’ Sirius agreed, shucking his shoes and swaying a little as he appreciatively watched Remus‘ body tighten then relax. ‘James looked whipped.’
Remus laughed, leaning over to pull off his shoes and socks. ‘They’ll be very happy together - as long as he does exactly what she tell him to.’
Sirius let out his usual barking laugh of amusement then stumbled over his shoes on the way to the kitchen. Remus had asked to stay the night at Sirius’ flat rather than attempt to Apparate to his parent’s house, fearing he‘d splinch himself in his tipsy state. Sirius was glad of the werewolf’s company - despite the fact that his presence meant a night of suffering through the neglected erection he always ended up with when he spent time alone with his friend.
Sirius peered over his shoulder, watching Remus check the television guide then throw it back onto the coffee table - there wasn't a lot on after midnight. He’d never been entirely sure why Remus inspired such vivid and erotic fantasies in him when no other man held any appeal. He was a good looking guy - with that soft-looking, sand-coloured hair and those deep blue eyes that could see into Sirius’ very soul - but there were more handsome men around. He had a nice body - long and lean and lightly muscled - but there were better bodies.
I don’t want those better looking, better built men though. I want Remus.
Sirius swallowed hard as, yet again, his mind dared to consider the possibility that his long-held longing for the other man had nothing to do with his physical attributes and more to do with the fact that Remus was the best person Sirius had ever known. Frowning, Sirius opened and closed cupboard doors, looking for more booze. He didn’t like to consider that this pull he had towards his friend might be emotional as well as physical - that would make things far more complicated and messy and… painful.
He had resignedly accepted the attraction, but was not willing to think any deeper about it. It‘s not like he could ever do anything about it - Remus showed no signs of being interested in men - or women for that matter. Perhaps the other man just wasn’t that interested in sex at all.
What a waste.
He found a full bottle and turned back to the living room. ‘You’re not calling it a night?’ he asked, dismayed when he saw Remus lying on the couch, eye lids at half-mast. ‘I thought we could continue the party.’
Remus twisted around to look at him and grinned when he saw the bottle of Muggle scotch Sirius held aloft. ‘Now you’re talking,’ he said enthusiastically, rolling off the couch and landing heavily on the floor. ‘Ouch!’
He staggered to his feet and flopped down into the seat opposite a smiling Sirius at the kitchen table.
‘I think I’m already inebriated,’ he warned and Sirius laughed as he poured a generous portion of the amber liquid into a coffee mug.
He passed it to Remus, trying not to think about how good the other man looked in that Muggle suit, and how much he wanted to see him out of it. As if he'd read Sirius' mind, Remus shrugged the jacket off, hanging it over the back of the chair before he took his drink in hand once more. Sirius tore his eyes away as Remus looked up at him.
‘You’re not drunk enough if you can still say ‘inebriated’,’ Sirius told him, fixing his own drink then holding up his mug for a toast. ‘To James and Lily, may their children have her looks and his personality.’
‘Padfoot,’ Remus admonished but clicked his cup to Sirius’ anyway, watching the other man other the top of his mug as he sipped his scotch.
‘I know she’s your bestest friend, Moony but even you have to admit, she’s a bit of a pain in the arse sometimes. She won’t even let James come out with us anymore.’
‘Can’t really blame her after the buck’s night,’ Remus said in Lily’s defence and Sirius grinned.
‘That was a brilliant night,’ he reminisced. ‘It’s not really our fault… we didn’t know the stripper we hired was really a man and that James would put his hand there and that someone would get a photo of it…’
Remus smiled wickedly and Sirius’ mouth fell open in shock. ‘You did that?’ he said in an awed voice. ‘You knew the stripper was really a bloke?‘
‘I did,‘ Remus said mildly. ‘And I got Frank to take the photo. But groping him was all James’ own work.‘
‘I didn’t realise you had such a devious nature, Moony.’
‘There are many things you don’t know about me, Padfoot,’ Remus replied mysteriously, and Sirius laughed.
‘That’s right - you’re an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, wearing a horrible tie.’
‘Hey!’ Remus yelped, looking down at his maroon tie then shrugging in agreement. ‘Yeah, alright. I’ll give you that. It’s pretty awful. Mum picked it out.’
‘I don’t believe you for a second,’ Sirius retorted, reaching up and pulling off his own black tie. ‘Your mother has impeccable taste. She loves me after all.’
‘Proves she’s going a little senile in her old age,’ Remus muttered, tugging the neck tie off and throwing it towards the couch.
Sirius did the same with his, the strip of fabric hitting Remus in the face instead. Sirius chuckled, swearing it wasn’t deliberate as Remus snorted in disbelief. He tossed the tie onto the table as Sirius undid a couple of the buttons of his white shirt. He was surprised when he saw Remus watching his fingers then flush and look away quickly when he realised Sirius had caught him. He took a large gulp of his drink before he spoke.
‘Maybe I should go home instead of hanging about annoying you? You could have pulled tonight if you didn’t have to drag me home with you.’
Sirius was surprised. The other Marauders often crashed at his flat (him being the only one of the quartet who lived alone) and there was never any issue. He noted the deepening flush on Remus’ cheeks and felt hope flicker in his chest.
‘I didn’t want to pull tonight… no decent action there anyway,' Sirius said blithely, watching Remus closely. 'And why would you go? Has my deodorant failed?’
‘No, I just thought… Well, I guess I thought you might like some time alone or something…‘
Sirius knew Remus well enough to know when he was dodging a question and stared at him curiously. Remus fidgeted uncomfortably under the questioning gaze and took another long drink of the scotch before saying flippantly, ‘Oh, just forget it. I’m too pissed to Floo anyway and your couch is more comfortable than my bed.’
Sirius smiled, a little distractedly.
What was all that about?
Whatever Remus' reasoning, Sirius was pleased that he was staying, despite how painful it could be to be this close to him. He had accepted that his attraction to the other man was one-sided a long time ago, but that didn’t make it any easier when Remus stroked his fingers over the glass as if he were caressing it, or when he ran his fingers carelessly through his gold-and-grey flecked hair, tousling it and making Sirius want to smooth it back down. Sirius bit back a sigh and picked up his drink.
‘Wonder if Lily’s gonna let James come out with us for your birthday,' he pondered then he sighed heavily. 'Why’d he have to go and get hitched, Moony? It’s going to ruin all our fun…’
‘Yeah, well, we all have to grow up sometimes,’ Remus reasoned, sipping his drink.
‘Not me,’ Sirius retorted. ‘Peter Pan of the wizarding world me.’
‘Perfect Prat, more like,’ Remus countered and Sirius spat out his scotch, gasping and coughing then looking up at Remus with a smile.
‘You know you love me,’ he grinned and Remus chuckled softly, staring down at his drink.
‘Not nearly as much as you love yourself, wanker,’ he muttered but there was no bite to his words. ‘And you don’t know me at all if you think Lily’s my 'bestest' friend.’
‘Who is then? Pete?’
Remus looked up, an exasperated expression on his face. ‘You, you moron.’
‘Really?’
Sirius beamed and Remus shook his head with a long-suffering air. ‘Course you are. Gods but you are a knob sometimes, Padfoot. I really have terrible taste in best friends, now that I think about it.’
Sirius let out a breath of amusement, his smile not quite reaching his grey eyes this time as he peered intently at Remus. ‘Thanks, Moony. James… well, he’s more like my brother than my friend so I guess that makes you my best mate too.’
‘I’ll drink to that!’
They both smiled and clashed their almost-empty mugs together.
*
It took just over an hour for Remus to shove aside the half-finished bottle and push himself unsteadily to his feet. ‘Okay, I’m going to take the test,’ he said, wobbling a little. ‘I am ineee.. onorb… unoob… Fuck, I’m ratted.’
With a groan, Sirius stood and clutched at Remus’ arm to keep his balance. ‘Shit! Me too,’ he mumbled then tugged on Remus’ arm, dragging him down the hall towards his room. ‘Come on, Moony love, time for beddy-byes. You can cuddle up to me if you want.’
‘Don’t treat me like one of your women,’ Remus complained, trying to pull his arm away and falling against the wall as he lost his balance. ‘I might be a ponce, but I’m not a fucking woman.’
Sirius stopped and stared blearily at Remus, his drunken mind trying to comprehend that this was important, that this was something he would be very interested to know.
‘What?’
Remus squinted at him, confused.
‘What?’
‘You’re gay?’ Sirius asked and Remus looked at him in shock.
‘Who told you?’
Sirius snorted.
‘You did, you fucking todger. Just now… You’re really gay? You wanna… fuck boys?’
‘Men. I have no interest in boys. I‘m not a perve,’ Remus said, scratching his head. ‘But… yeah.’
He bit his lip and for a moment looked more sober than he could possibly be. ‘Zat alright with you, Padfoot?’ He tried to sound defiant, but the quaver in his voice was audible.
‘Yeah,’ Sirius enthused, waving his hand as if dismissing Remus‘ concerns while his mind was racing. ‘Course it is. Have you… got a boyfriend or… something?’
‘Nope,’ Remus said, looking down at his feet.
‘But… you’ve had a boyfriend?’ Sirius persisted. ‘You’ve done it with blokes? Sex?’
Remus sighed and leant back against the wall, narrowing his eyes at Sirius, who suddenly wasn’t sure if he really wanted to know if Remus had been shagging someone.
‘Yeah,’ Remus said quietly, oblivious to the turmoil that was whirling inside of his friend. ‘Yeah, I’ve had sex with men. Well, one man, but… we did it quite a lot.’
Sirius stepped closer, his head feeling as light as air from both the alcohol and Remus’ revelations and what they could mean for him. ‘Who?’ he whispered and Remus looked pained.
‘I don’t kiss and tell…’
‘Remus.’
Remus looked at him and shivered from the intensity in the dark grey eyes. He swallowed hard.
‘Gideon Prewett.’
Sirius looked startled and Remus tried to push himself off the wall. ‘I shouldn’t have said anything…’
‘No, Moony, it’s okay,’ Sirius insisted, putting both hands on Remus’ chest and pushing him back against the wall. ‘I was just surprised. I… Gideon, huh? You… you like redheads?’
‘I liked his arse…’
Sirius snorted, his thumbs rubbing back and forth against the material of Remus’ dress shirt. ‘Yeah, I can imagine, but… redheads? You prefer them?’
Remus let out a long breath as Sirius’ fingers stroked his skin through his shirt. Sirius could almost feel the other man's skin prickling from the touch and that bubble of hope inflated further.
‘No. I prefer… brunettes actually but… well, Gideon is a nice guy and he’s bi and he was very willing to… to teach me…’
Sirius let his fingertips brush over Remus' hardened nipples - as if by accident - and the other man‘s eyes closed for a moment. Sirius felt him shudder then Remus' now-darker eyes opened and the desire there made Sirius‘ breath hasten. He decided to push ahead. He might never get the courage up to do this again.
‘He is… quite fit, I s’pose, if you‘re into redheads.’
A gasp of both amusement and confusion slipped out between Remus’ lips. ‘Yeah, he is but… you shouldn’t know that. You shouldn’t think he’s fit.’
‘No,’ Sirius mused, looking Remus in the eye as his hands slid tentatively to the other man’s waist. ‘No, I shouldn’t, should I? Not if I’m straight.’
He felt Remus’ abdominal muscles tighten under his palms and his own lower belly contracted in response. Remus stared warily at him.
‘What… are you telling me you’re…?’
‘Not entirely straight?’ Sirius cut in. ‘Slightly bent? I don’t know.’ His fingers closed around the fabric of Remus’ shirt, clutching it in his fists.
‘I’ve always been… curious,’ he said softly. ‘Very, very, very curious about what it would be like...’
He leaned into Remus, letting his now considerably firmer groin push up against the other man's own bulge. Fire licked at Sirius’ insides when he realised that Remus' cock was rock hard, that he’d had an effect on him. Sirius groaned softly and ground his hips minutely against Remus'.
He heard Remus’ breath catch in his chest then he whispered, ‘Pads, what are you doing?’
‘Satisfying my curiosity,’ Sirius replied, his mouth coming closer until his lips ghosted across Remus’ once, twice before they planted themselves firmly on the other man’s mouth.
‘Sirius!’
Remus pushed him away, raising a shaking hand to his mouth, touching his tingling lips. ‘Fuck! Your sexuality isn’t something you play with. You… can’t just screw around like this with me. I‘m your friend… it would stuff it all up.’
‘I’m not screwing around,’ Sirius said quietly. ‘Fuck me, Remus.’
Remus shot him a dirty look and shook his head. ‘Funny, Sirius,’ he muttered, unable to completely hide the tremor in his voice. ‘You’ve fucked everything in a skirt so you’ve decided to try the ones in trousers? You can sod off - I won’t be your little experiment.’
‘I’ve wanted you since Sixth Year,’ Sirius confessed in a soft, but firm voice. He needed Remus to believe him, to believe that he wanted this so very much. ‘I never thought I had a snowball’s chance in hell so I never said anything but… I want you.’
‘You want me?’ Remus repeated, obviously still not quite ready to believe him. ‘You want me?’
Sirius’ tongue slipped out to wet his lips as he nodded and answered shakily, ‘Very much.’
Remus just stared at him for a moment before something inside his eyes seemed to burst into flames. He moved fast, slamming Sirius against the wall.
‘You want me to kiss you, Sirius?’ he asked, his mouth so close to Sirius’ that the brunette could feel the heat coming off it. ‘You want me to touch you? Suck you? You want my cock buried in your arse?’
Sirius’ breath hitched at the sound of Remus being so unusually blunt and crude and his lower body thrummed with anticipation. He let out a little moan as he nodded.
‘I do,’ he said, almost inaudibly, his lips trembling. ‘So badly…’
One heartbeat passed while blue eyes searched for any signs of doubt then Remus’ lips crashed onto his, tongue immediately plunging into Sirius’ just-as-eager mouth.
It was messy and rough with teeth clashing and tongues battling to claim dominance but it was also passionate and frantic and full of all the neediness that had been building for years and was now at boiling point. Sirius clutched at Remus’ head, clutching handfuls of silky brown hair as he tried to convince himself that this was real. The-none-too-gentle scrape of teeth over his lip as Remus pinned Sirius' arms to the wall bought this into startling perspective, and Sirius felt a growl rising in his chest. Sirius Black might want to take it up the arse very badly but he was not submissive. He was going to give just as good as he got.
Using his foot, he launched himself off the wall, taking control of the kiss as they crashed into the other side of the hallway. Remus let out a surprised breath as his back hit the wall. Sirius swallowed the moan that Remus couldn’t hold back, feeling it reverberate through his body, making him quiver in ways he’d never experienced before. The erotic tingling spread until it was leeching through his prickling skin and he was quaking and leaning heavily against Remus' body to keep himself upright.
Never had a lover affected him like this; never had another person consumed him, filling every dark abyss inside him with light; making him whole. This is how a kiss should feel.
Sirius moaned desperately, deepening the kiss, trying to make Remus feel what he was feeling, and the kiss became toothy as the other man smiled.
‘What?’ Sirius asked, breaking the kiss and pulling back a little.
Remus’ grin grew and he lifted a trembling hand, brushing Sirius’ fringe out of his eyes. ‘You really do want this, don’t you? You really do want me?’
Sirius smiled at his incredulous tone and stepped back, taking Remus’ hand. ‘Let me show you exactly how much I want you,’ he offered flirtatiously, backing down the hall and pulling Remus along by the hand.
Remus grinned and quickly moved to wrap his arms around him, kissing him hard and by the time they almost fell through Sirius’ bedroom door, they were working frantically on each other’s clothes. Remus, shaking slightly less than Sirius, succeeded in releasing the other man’s buttons first and pulled the shirt roughly down his arms, his lack of control sending a jolt of lust through Sirius.
‘Fucking hell!’ Sirius growled then suddenly, magically, their clothes had disappeared and their bodies slammed into each other, mouths hungry, as they fell back onto Sirius’ bed.
TBC...
*ducks out of the way of flying objects*