The man was standing in smack dab in the middle of the road, maybe 300 feet down. He was wearing a pair of cracked cowboy boots and a weathered brown poncho. A pistol was wrapped between the fingers of his right hand, some handcuffs stuck on the wrist of his left. Maybe the gun was a bluff, but it was still a gun. Still a life to be taken.
Ain't in hell gonna be his.
He was peeking out through the driver's side, looking in the rear view mirror of the truck, watching as the man slowly made his way down the street, sporting a limp in his left leg. Leaving a trail of blood behind.
The gun was heavy in his hands as he placed the barrel on top of the broken glass, aiming it at the stranger. Through the lens he could see the man from close up, and he looked young. Not over 23. His eyes were dark, and his skin was covered in muck. Whether it was dirt or blood, he couldn’t tell, but he could shoot. He could.
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“Who’s this from?” Sirius rolled the guitar pick between his fingers. The gold was rusty and peeled.
“My girlfriend” Remus said.
“Oh” It was quiet for a few minutes. Sirius glanced up, Remus looked lost in time, toying with the ring between his lips.
“Did you date her long?”
“Six years.”
“Is she dead now?”
“Yeah.”
“M’ sorry.”
Remus looked at him, then down at the guitar pick collared around his neck. “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s okay.”
“You have anyone back home?” The question came not three days after Sirius first asked Remus about Mavis.
“No.”
And then, “just my brother.”
They stopped talking about people from home after that.
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“You ever kiss a boy?”
Sirius didn't expect the question, but it came.
“Not a real kiss.”
“But a fake one?” Remus raised a brow, watching as Sirius fidgeted with his frayed poncho sleeve.
“Just an unimportant one.”
“How so?”
“He was bullying me. He called me a queer before kissing me.”
“I’m a queer.”
“But you had a girlfriend.”
“So?”
Sirius looked at him, saw the smug grin on Remus’ face.
“Are you trying to kiss me too? I’m sure I’d kiss a boy now. I’m sure a boy would kiss me too. Back home the girls wouldn’t leave me alone, my ma thought it was because I was a gentleman. It was because I had leaked nudes.”
Sirius heard Remus laugh. It was deep, and rough. It made him shiver.
“You, Sirius Black, had leaked nudes? What, did ya’ have a porn site too?”
The blood ran up to his face, and he bit his lip, risking a glance up at Remus.
He still had that same grin, with his eyes locked on Sirius’ lips. His tongue was toying with the goddamn ring in the corner of his mouth.
“If I did, would you watch it?” He barely whispered.
“Whad'ya guess?”
Sirius tugged at the bandana around Remus’ neck, forcing him to lower.
“I think you’d jerk yourself off watching me come, Remus John.”
Remus laughed. It was warm on Sirius’ skin, now that they were relatively the same height. “Yeah, would I yell yer’ name too?”
Sirius licked his lips, watched closely as Remus repeated the movement.
“Kiss me, Remus. I don’t give a shit about being queer. I don’t give a shit about falling in love. Just kiss me, please.”
Remus’ warm lips were on his in an instant. They were chapped and dry, but felt like the most real thing that’s happened since this goddamn virus started.
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