Sleep In - Wolfstar
It was cold out, it had been raining heavily during the night. The window of their shared room had raindrop trails and was frosted over slightly. A shared cigarette sat in the ashtray on the windowsill, it sat with older unfinished ones, specks of ash arranged around them. Some of the ash had scattered onto the burnt brown sill like the cigarettes had been stubbed out in a hurry.
The wardrobe door was ajar, unorganised coats, shirts and empty coat hangers could be seen through the opening. Stuck on the outer side of the doors, with either blu-tack or stuck down with a strip of clear tape were a range of postcards, random stickers and photographs. Some, of the same two boys, one with dark shoulder length hair the other with a mess of golden-brown tuffs of loose curls. In most they were kissing, in others smiling or pulling silly faces at whoever had taken a photo. One near the centre of the right door was a large group of students, clad in their uniforms huddled up together in a café booth, milkshakes, teas and coffees resting half drunk in front of their hands.
A mirror was propped up against the wall by the bedroom door, sticky notes that read silly compliments and dirty jokes were on the frame. Posters above it of Queen, Bowie, The Clash and one signed Green Day poster. A chair in the corner, clothes chucked over the top, trousers of different pant length, and a leather jacket placed neatly atop the whole pile.
Wall long shelving, lined with books and VHS tapes and records. A vinyl spinning silently on the record player, where it sat on a low cabinet, as if they had both forgotten to swap to the next side and only the faintest crackles could be heard. There was a warm streak of light reflected on the cabinet that had risen slowly as the sun had spread light over the early morning.
An old tea that had long gone cold sat on the bedside table next to the stack of books, some parted and faced down, tabs sticky out and dog-eared pages visible. A red car jewellery tray that was slightly faded held nickel silver rings and one necklace with the letter R attached to it.
The duvet was partly crumpled, only half covering long limbs and resting no more than above the hips.
He had his mouth slightly parted, the sun highlighting the smallest freckles over his nose. His black curls running along the pillow like spilled ink, his nose gently pressed to the neck of Remus. A scared arm was wrapped tightly around his middle, the other resting at his pale knee draped over him, Remus brushed it lightly repetitively with his thumb.
Remus felt Sirius stir. He heard the soft inhale and the deep exhale, the air tickling against his neck. He still had his eyes closed but pulled Sirius impossibly closer to him. He felt the vibration against his side, heard the soft hum. Sirius lifted his head slightly, Remus could practically feel his eyes searching over his face.
Remus cracked an eye open, the light from the morning sun creating an ethereal halo around his head, his black hair flopped slightly to one side. Remus instinctively smiled.
“Morning” he spoke, his voice rough from sleep.
Sirius moved his arms to place both his hands on Remus’ chest before resting his chin on the backs of said hands. Remus blinked and adjusted his head to see Sirius smiling sleepily back at him.
Remus stopped his small thumb movements on Sirius’ knee to instead smoothly run his fingers gently through Sirius’ locks. Sirius’ eyes fluttered shut.