Chapter 27; January 1st, 1975
They were almost back to Hogwarts now, Sirius was asleep in Remus’s lap. Remus was running his hands through Sirius’s hair, eventually his hands traveled down to trace the scars on Sirius’s face. There weren't many, but the ones that were there were still noticeable. Sirius woke up but pretended to still be asleep and Remus traced the scars.
Remus moved his hand lower and traced his jawline before slowly resting his hand around Sirius’s neck, he wasn't squeezing, but he could if he wanted to. Sirius realized then how well Remus’s hand fit around his neck, almost like it was made to be there.
“I know you're awake, idiot,” Remus laughed.
“Mmm. You having fun?”
“Yeah…” He hummed softly. “You don’t mind right?”
“No, I don't mind.” Sirius answered, running his fingers along Remus’s arm sleepily. “It’s cute.”
“You're cute.” Remus mumbled as he put his book down and ran his hand through Sirius's hair again. “Your hair is a mess.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“It was messy to begin with.”
“It’s not messy. Just hard to manage.” Sirius crossed his arms over his chest.
Remus took his hand off Sirius's neck and started tracing his scars again, finding the one on his lip. “What's this one from?” He asked. It was a fairly normal question for him. All of Remus’s scars were from the same thing, he liked hearing where Sirius got all of his.
“I used to pick at that spot a lot. It's like the necklace thing."
“Why?”
“I don't know. I was little. It's almost mindless really. I need to be doing something with my hands I guess.”
Remus shook his head, staring into Sirius’s eyes. “You do it when you're stressed.”
“Yeah maybe…” They laid like that in silence the rest of the train ride. Remus went back to reading.
They got up when the train stopped. Sirius grabbed Remus’s hand as they got off the train. It was cold out and Sirius stood a bit closer to Remus to try and stay warm. Remus had a slight smirk and leaned down to whisper in Sirius’s ear. “I have an idea.”
“That's scary.”
“Just come with me.” Remus pulled him away from the main group of students and pulled Sirius out of sight behind one of the carriages. Remus pressed up against Sirius and pinned him against the side of a carriage.
“Hm? Remus what the hell?”
Remus smirked and tucked Sirius's hair behind his ear. “We’re hidden here”
“Yeah? Not for long.”
“But we have a few moments.”
“Can’t even wait an hour until after dinner?”
Remus pushed him closer against the carriage. “Not when I have you here, alone, and like this.”
“You’re playing a game you're gonna lose.” Sirius laughed
“Really now?”
“We can fuck later.”
“Oh, we’re getting cocky now, are we?”
“The first carriages are already moving. Come on.”
Remus pulled away from Sirius and took his hand again, pouting dramatically slightly.
They took a spot in an open carriage in the back. Remus put an arm over Sirius’s shoulder and played with his hair, tugging slightly.
“What?”
“Nothing. Just messing with you.” He was still smirking, and he had a bit of darkness in his eyes, like he was planning something.
“You're such a whore.”
“Only for you.” He pulled Sirius onto his lap so he was straddling him.
“Slow down, we still gotta get through dinner.”
“I’m impatient.” He rested his hands on Sirius’s hips.
“You're insufferable.”
“You love me though.”
“Somehow.” He kissed him, letting his arms rest over his shoulders.
Remus hummed into the kiss and moved his hands down to Sirius’s thighs, idly tracing patterns. He broke the kiss and moved down to the crook of his neck, biting softly and leaving marks.
“I love you.” Sirius whispered.
“I love you too.” Remus mumbled back, his voice deeper and rough.
The carriages slowed to a stop and they got up, holding hands again as they walked into the castle.