Chapter 5
Sirius and Remus have been talking for the better part of two hours now, conversation coming easy to them, and Sirius has had no less than four coffees. Needless to say, he is very energetic right now. More so than usual.
“Maybe you’ve had enough coffee, Sirius,” Remus says after he almost knocked a cup of the table while gesturing wildly trying to explain the rules of Quidditch.
“But what else are you supposed to do at a café.”
“Talk with your date? Not break things?”
“That was an accident!”
“I know. Why don’t we get out of here?”
“And do what, Moony?” Sirius smirks. Like him and his mates, he felt it only fitting for Remus to have a nickname too. They done a quiz at school once to find out what animal they would be and based it of them. Remus doesn’t know what his is, but Sirius thinks he is a wolf. Wolves howl at the moon, hence Moony. It’s also perfect because of how obsessed Remus is with the moon.
“Whatever you want, Padfoot.”
They make their way towards Sirius’ dorm. James should be back from his lecture soon; Sirius skipped his in favour of getting ready for his date. He'll just copy Mary’s notes tomorrow.
Remus shuts the door behind him, and the two men are staring at each other from across the room. Suddenly, Remus reaches Sirius in two long strides, and captures his head between his two hands. Sirius has to crane his neck to look him in the eyes. His eyes are beautiful, pools of melted bronze, with little flecks of gold. Remus’ thumb softly traces his lower lip and Sirius feels a shiver go down his spine at just that mere touch.
“I want to kiss you so badly,” Remus admits. Sirius searches his gaze and detects a hint of fear there. “But it’s a bad idea.”
“I thought you weren’t ashamed of what you want.”
“I’m not. I just know it’ll end badly.”
“Or it might not. I have a reputation of defying everyone’s expectations.”
Remus lets out a breathy laugh.
Sirius grabs the front of his jumper and pulls him even closer, “Stop me if you still think it’s a bad idea.”
He leans in, gently brushing his lips against Remus’. When he kisses back, Sirius deepens the kiss, parting his lips for Remus as his tongue traces them, then enters his mouth.
Remus takes control, pushing Sirius backwards until he collapses onto his bed. He smiles at Remus, who then takes his jumper and t-shirt off. His body is covered in scars. Sirius tries not to stare, but he’s mesmerised by how they cross over his body. What happened to him?
While he was staring, Remus inched closer until he is straddling Sirius who is lying on the bed.
“Is this okay?” Remus asks as he removes Sirius’ leather jacket.
When Sirius sees Remus on top of him – something he’s been dreaming about for the past week – he can only nod.
“I need a bit more than that, sweetheart.”
“Y-yeah. This is okay. More than okay.”
Remus surges down and kisses him once again, his hand sliding up Sirius’ shirt. Sirius begins to softly trace the scars across his chest. "You're beautiful, Moony."
The door swings open, and James shouts, “Fuck, couldn’t you put a bloody sock on the door handle or something!” before immediately shutting the door.
“Sorry,” Sirius calls out, looking up at Remus, “Please tell me that didn't ruin the mood.”
“It did ruin the mood,” Remus admits stoically.
“Damn you, Prongs.”
Remus’ hand slowly, teasingly moves down his body until it reaches his jeans. He undoes the button and zip, whispering in his ear, “But I’m sure you can make it up to me.”