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Remus laid in bed with Sirius on his chest, his fingers being delicate on his chest as they skimmed across the skin. This was their favourite part of the morning; laying together in bed, wrapped up in each other’s bodies, skin pressed against skin. Remus ran his fingers through Sirius’ hair, brushing out the knots as well as making new ones- Sirius didn’t mind, he loved Remus too much to care. Sirius’ phone vibrated, making him grunt and roll over to grab hold of it, squinting at the brightness, cursing in his head at forgetting to do it last night. As well as charging his phone, he noticed, seeing how it requested for it to be charged.

“It’s James.” He says, rolling back over to lay on Remus who went back to playing with Sirius’ hair. “He’s asking if we’re packed.” He says, rolling his eyes.

“He’s panicking.” Remus says, closing his eyes softly, but not enough for him to fall asleep.

“Yeah, but can’t he wait till later to message me?” Sirius grumbles, passing Remus his phone to hint for him to reply.

Remus takes the phone, unlocking it with ease before typing a quick message to James and dropping the phone on his own nightstand once it was sent. He picked up his own phone, seeing how Regulus had texted him asking if he could trade James for him- which he had asked far too many times to count on two hands, but always took back, saying how he’d rather keep James despite how much he annoys him.

“Are we leaving in the morning for Scotland tomorrow?” Remus asked, lowering his phone in thought. He couldn’t remember if they said they’d leave in the early hours to get to Scotland or if they were leaving in the early hours to go from Scotland to France.

“I think we’re leaving closer to night than morning to Scotland and then mid-morning to France.” Sirius replied with a yawn. "Will you sleep with me on the bus?” He asked, pressing a kiss to Remus’ chest.

“Of course, my love.” Remus answers, pressing a kiss to Sirius’ forehead, feeling him fall asleep again. “Sirius, you can’t fall asleep.” He says, making his boyfriend grumble.

“Please, Re, I’m exhausted.” He complains, burying himself in Remus’ touch. “We were up late, not that I’m complaining, I never complain. But you never let me sleep in.” He says, lifting his head to face Remus, his fingers still skimming across his chest.

“The plan was to wake up at half six, but I turned the alarm off to let you sleep in. It’s only a quarter past eight.” Remus tells him, running his hand down his back.

“Want me to cook breakfast? Think we have some pancake mix.” Sirius says, lifting up some more.

Remus hums hungrily, nodding his head. “I can cook some bacon as well, if you’d like?” He asks, lifting up on his elbows.

“No, that’s fine, I fancy something sweet more than savoury. Unless you want bacon?” Sirius says, grabbing the hair tie from his bedside to tie his hair out from his face in a messy bun with strands falling out in his face and at the back.

“No, you just go make the pancakes. I’ll be out in a minute to put the kettle on, my body's gone stiff.” Remus grumbles, sitting up slowly before his back clicked with a satisfying sigh.

Sirius got out the bed, moving to the door before Remus grabbed his boxers from the floor to toss them at him, hinting for him to put them back on. Sirius rolled his eyes and pulled them out, grabbing one of Remus’ jumpers to also wear before walking into the kitchen where he began to prepare to make the pancakes.

Remus stretched his body out, feeling each part click from how he slept in one position all night due to Sirius wanting to lay on him. When his body began to relax and feel less tense, he pulled on a pair of boxers and sweatpants as well as a stranded top before walking into the kitchen, approaching Sirius to press a kiss to his cheek as he leaned in happily.

“Oh, I do love mornings.” Sirius smiled, running a hand through Remus’ hair from behind him.

“Thought you’d be sick of me by now.” Remus laughed, leaning into Sirius’ touch.

“Never, absolutely never.” Sirius said, leaning his head to receive a kiss from Remus, making him smile. “I spent fifteen years thinking I’d never get this. Believing my family would have forced me to carry on with the family business which meant I’d have to marry someone for business purposes, and because I was gay, and we went to a school where more than half the students were homophobic assholes.” He says, turning in Remus’ arms, smiling at him happily. “You can never be sick of something you waited more than half your life for.”

“Sirius, if you’re going to propose, can you not burn my pancake.” Remus says, making Sirius turn around with a curse and flip the pancake for the other side to cook.

“Hey, look, it didn’t burn. Let’s get back to my proposal.” Sirius teased, turning round to kiss Remus.

“When are you actually going to propose?” Remus teased, pulling at Sirius’ bottom lip with his teeth. “We joke about it all the time but neither of us do anything.” He says, hands sliding down Sirius’ hips.

“What’s your ring size?” Sirius asks, biting his lip. “I’ll go get a ring as soon as possible.” He says, leaning in for another kiss before Remus stopped him.

“My pancake.” He says, making Sirius pull back.

“Shit,” He says, turning round to toss the pancake on a plate. “Ok, it’s fine, not burnt.” He says, relieved, sprinkling sugar on top as well as syrup before sliding the plate to Remus with a fork.

“I love you.” Remus says, kissing him softly before taking a bite as Sirius made his own. “Coffee?” He asks, licking the syrup from his lips.

“Please.” Sirius smiles, reaching for the radio to turn it on and tune it to play a good station. It was an old-fashioned radio Effie had gifted them as a housewarming gift because Sirius had loved her kitchen radio so much, she thought it made sense for him to have one in his own kitchen.

Remus fills the kettle and turns it on, pulling their cups from the cupboard and beginning to prep them both. When the kettle made a hissing noise before clicking off with the hissing, Remus took it off and poured them into the cups before adding milk, sliding Sirius’ closer to him.

“Rhythm is a dancer, it’s a soul's compassion, you can feel it everywhere.” Sirius began to sing mindlessly to the radio, moving his hips to the beat. “Lift your hands and voice, free your mind and join us, you can feel it in the air.” 

“Sirius, don’t burn your pancake.” Remus tells him.

“Oh-oh, it’s a passion,” Sirius continued to sing along, flipping his pancake. “Oh-oh, you can feel it in the air. Oh-oh, it’s a passion. Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh.” He sang, moving his hips more which made Remus stand behind him and grab hold of his hips to make them stop swaying.

“Sirius,” He growls into his ear, making Sirius stop and turn his head round to face him. “Keep moving your hips like that and you’ll be sore.” He says, whispering in his ear.

Sirius felt himself go red from under the collar of Remus’ jumper and across his face, feeling hot under Remus’ cold hands. He bit his lip, watching the pancake finish before fumbling to put it on his plate as Remus leaned down and bit at his jaw, knowing it was Sirius’ sensitive spot. He tilted his head back, ignoring the clashing of the pan and spatula hitting the stove that Remus had leaned forwards to turn off.

“Good morning, London!” Jack said, the music tuning out but still being heard in the background. “It’s coming up to half eight which means in thirty-four, and a half, hours, the doors to The Marauders first tour around Europe will open.” He said, making Sirius pull away with a smile- he still gets excited when they get mentioned on the radio. “Their first stop is in Scotland which, if you were listening to their Instagram stories last month during their cafe gig, was where they met at their boarding school said by their lead guitarist Peter “Wormtail” Pettigrew.”

“I have to call Pete.” Sirius said, looking for his phone before deciding to use their Google Home. “Google, call Pete.”

“Calling Pete.” Said Google before it began to ring.

“He said my name!” Peter screamed after answering the phone. “He said my name! On the radio!” He cheered, blowing the party popper he used for these occasions.

“He’s talking about the tour, it’s crazy.” Sirius says, leaning over the counter to scream into his Google Home, beginning to eat his pancake which Remus had put sugar and syrup on.

“Wait wait wait! What did he just say?” Peter says, turning his radio up louder as Sirius did the same. 

“I really can’t wait for them to come to London, which is their last stop and their hometown. I hope you know I did buy tickets.” Jack says, making Sirius turn round and grab Remus.

“He bought tickets! He bought tickets!” He screamed while Peter blew his party popper again. “Get James on the call! How do I get James to join the call on this thing?”

“I’ll add him.” Peter says before James screams down the phone with Regulus telling him to ‘shut up’.

“He got tickets!” James screamed, causing Peter to blow his party popper one more time.

“Can you believe this? We used to listen to him when we were teenagers, then he started to talk about us and now he’s bought tickets to see us in concert!” Sirius said, squealing at the Google Home while still leaning over the counter.

“Now, before we play our next song, boys, if you’re listening to this,” Jack began, Sirius telling everyone to shut up so they could listen. “After the tour, if you have some free time, I’d love to have you on the radio.” He says before Rock Your Body by Justin Timberlake began to play, all of them singing along.

“Lily’s calling, I’ll add her to the call.” James says, making Sirius reach to turn the radio down.

“Hiya, boys.” She greets, turning her own radio town. “I know you were all listening to the radio just now.” She says as they all mumble hums and ‘yeah’s. “I want you on there as much as you want to, so I’m going to persuade Slughorn to get you on the air with Jack.” She tells them, Peter blowing his party popper again.

“Oh, Lily, I could kiss you.” Sirius shouted over his mouthful of pancake. “I could marry you actually. God, I love you.” He says, swallowing the food down.

“He might not agree, but most of your fans listen to Jack because he’s the main host who talks about you, so he can’t exactly say no. I’ll work my magic, don’t worry.” She tells them, making them all say “thank you” at the same time. “Right, let's go through the checklist to make sure you’re all packed for the next three months.” She says, the sound of paper being heard.

“Remus is taking over, Lily, he’ll handle it.” Sirius says, grabbing his plate and cup to sit on the other end of the kitchen and eat his pancake as Remus swapped to take his own plate and cup to lean against the counter by the Google Home.

***

“James,” Regulus grumbled from under him, tilting his head more to give him more room to kiss and bite at his neck. “Everyone is supposed to be coming here soon, so don’t get too comfortable.” He says, gripping at James’ hair.

“I can make it quick; you know I can.” James says, licking a strip up his neck, making Regulus shiver. 

“You’re insufferable.” Regulus grunted, tugging the hem of James’ top up with his knuckles brushing up his abdomen. “Five minutes.” He says before James’ tugs at his bottom lip, smirking at the moan Regulus let out.

Less than ten minutes later- a little over five minutes-, James pulled the duvet up Regulus’ naked body and pressed a kiss to his forehead before leaving him to sleep. He pulled on a shirt and left the bedroom, closing the door softly as the front door opened to reveal Sirius with Remus and Peter. They all went to greet James before he pressed his finger to his lips to silent them, receiving a glare from Sirius.

“Where’s your bags?” James asks, noticing how they didn’t have anything on them.

“Left them in the car, I thought we could just trade them into the minivan when mum gets here.” Sirius answers, dropping down onto the couch and putting his feet up.

“Yeah, it makes sense.” James shrugs, glaring at Sirius’ shoes. “How many times do I have to tell you? If you want to put your feet on the coffee table, take your fucking shoes off.” He grumbles, adjusting his glasses.

“You sound like Reg.” Sirius grumbles, leaning forwards to do his laces before taking his boots off.

“Yeah, well it’s either you take your shoes off at the door or Reg will give us all shit for it.” James says, kicking his legs jokingly.

“You’d think after he gets laid, he’d be nice.” Remus jokes, dropping down to sit next to Sirius.

“Oh, no, he’s not like Sirius where you can fuck him to get what you want.” James tells him, grabbing the used cups from the table. “The only time he’s nice is during sex.” He laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

“What’s for dinner? Takeaway or is Reg going to cook?” Sirius asks, leaning into Remus who wrapped his arm around his shoulders.

“Takeaway, let him rest.” James says, grabbing some cans of coke from his fridge and putting them on the coffee table. “He won’t wake again for an hour or two.” He says, sitting down.

“I’ll order, get it delivered for eight?” Sirius asks, pulling his phone out. “Are the girls joining?”

“No, they’re having a girls day.” Peter answers, opening his can. “Lily said they’d be here for eleven.” 

“Right, mum said she’ll be here for half eleven so that gives them enough time.” James says, nodding his head. “What are you ordering?” He asks, leaning over to look at Sirius’ phone.

“Maybe KFC?” Sirius asks, looking around at everyone. “Can get the fourteen-piece party bucket, and then some extra pieces.” He said as everyone murmured in agreement.

They added some extra things onto the order, just some extra chicken, corn on the cob and two bottles of Pepsi, and set it to be delivered at eight so that Regulus would be awake before it arrived. James, Peter and Sirius were having a conversation that flowed topic to topic with ease while Remus scribbled on the notepad James had on the coffee table of random lyrics he could form into a song- which he had a habit of doing at odd times of the day.

It was a little over two hours by the time Regulus stumbled out from the bedroom, dressed in James’ loungewear and messy hair, muttering how he was going to need a shower. Thirty minutes later, their food arrived, Regulus grabbing plates as Sirius sat on the floor and spread out the food, eating some of the popcorn chicken sneakily, even though everyone knew he was doing it.

“I do hope we’re not going to live off take away for three months, we will be going to a restaurant, right?” Regulus asked, entering back in with the plates, knocking Sirius in the head in a way that meant for him to stop eating the food.

“Yeah, Slughorn has made reservations for some restaurants for some nights but other nights we can get take away.” James says, leaning forwards to take a piece of chicken.

“Use your plate, I didn’t get them for you to ignore them.” Regulus grumbles, nudging James with annoyance.

“Sorry, love.” James says, beginning to load his plate up with food as the others did the same. “Did we not get any sauce?” He grunts, looking round the table as Sirius searches the bag.

“Oh, fucking hell,” Sirius said, throwing his head back. “I hate when they do that. They ask if I want any, I pick the ones I want and I don’t even get any.” He complains, tossing the bag away dramatically, making James get up and step over Regulus to enter the kitchen to grab the sauces they had.

“Ketchup, barbeque and mayonnaise, take your pick.” He says, placing them on the table.

“Please tell me they gave us gravy at least.” Remus says before Sirius hands one to him.

“Do not put that gravy anywhere near me.” Regulus grimaced, shifting away from Remus despite James being between them.

“Does Sous-Chef Regulus hate how they make the gravy?” Sirius teased with a laugh.

“I could never work in fast-food, even doing the A-level course made me hate the thought of working in some fast-food chain restaurant and that’s when I knew I was going to work in some high-class restaurant.” Regulus says, glaring harshly at Sirius.

“It is great being able to get inside without needing to wait weeks for a reservation, we call in and they say they can get us in within the hour. It’s better to have a sous-chef boyfriend than a boy band boyfriend.” James says, leaning towards Regulus to kiss his cheek.

“The restaurant is popular and packed because I’m the boyfriend of the drummer for a popular boy band, and the brother of one of the lead singers.” Regulus says, licking the grease from his fingers.

“I don’t think we can get through the appetisers before we have fans asking for photos, then they thankfully let us each our main before more come over and try when we’re having dessert.” Peter says, shoving a piece of chicken in his mouth as well as a chip, always enjoying the way they taste together.

“It doesn’t help that it’s the main restaurant we go out to.” Remus says, stealing the popcorn chicken from Sirius’ plate. “Everyone knows we go there, so they go in hopes to see us.” He laughed, shaking his head before taking a sip from his glass of Pepsi.

“I don’t want to stop going,” Sirius said, slapping Remus’ hand away when he went for another popcorn chicken. “It’s the best food. You can order everything, it’s all good. How do people choose favourites from there?” He says, putting more ketchup on his plate.

“The regulars never get the same thing, always wanting to try something new and sometimes they get the same thing, but it’ll be months apart.” Regulus says, leaning forwards to put more on his plate. “It’s exhausting having to cook pretty much everything every night.” 

“And then you come home and have to cook for James.” Remus laughs with sympathy in his voice.

“I like cooking. It’s also so much easier cooking for James, he’ll eat anything I’ll feed him.” Regulus says, giving James a smile.

“You make me eat anything you feed me, I’ve just stopped putting up a fight about it.” James tells him, sucking on his fingers before pulling it out with a pop.

“Ugh, stop that.” Regulus grimaced, flinching at it. “You know I hate it when you constantly do that.” 

“Didn’t have a problem earlier.” James said before everyone groaned in disgust like young children. “Oh, shut up.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“I don’t want to hear you talking about sex with my baby brother.” Sirius said, shivering with disgust.

“Pete and I had to suffer through two years of listening to you and Remus shag.” James says, tossing a chip at Sirius which fell into his lap before he ate it. “You’re loud, Padfoot, so fucking loud.” He tells him, making Sirius laugh.

“You have sex with Remus and try not to be loud.” Sirius says, stretching his leg out to kick James.

“Happily.” Peter teased, laughing when Sirius glared at him. “Oh, you dickhead, you always think I mean it.” He says, nudging at Sirius. “Asexual means no sex. Although, I sometimes do consider throwing it all out the window if Remus said he wanted to have sex with me.” He teased with a laugh, being shoved at by Sirius.

“My Moony.” Sirius said, rubbing his knuckles in Peter’s hair. “Say it! Say he’s mine!”

“He’s yours, he’s yours!” Peter shouted breathlessly, sliding across the floor to get away once Sirius had let him go.

“Sirius, sit down and eat.” Remus tells him, making him do exactly as he said, still glaring at Peter from the corner of his eye.

“Anyone else getting the jitters?” James asks, feeling the shake in his fingers. “I’m shitting myself over this.”

“I’m faking it till I make it.” Remus said, looking down at his plate. “Keeps me calm but I feel like I’m going to throw up at any point.” He confesses, lifting his head.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Peter says before eating some more.

“I was tossing and turning for hours, Remus got so annoyed he made sex drag on for two hours for me to finally just calm enough to sleep.” Sirius sighed, licking his lips before taking a drink. “But I think the second we get on the bus, sleep will be out the window.”

“Alcohol, that’s the best way to help you sleep.” Regulus muttered, making everyone glare at him. “What? I was so overwhelmed with stress; I’d drink the bottle dry at the end of the night to knock myself out.” He said, shrugging.

“I thought that was Sirius stealing the alcohol. Sorry.” James said, trying to ignore Sirius’ glare.

“No, that was me. Tried to hide the bottles at the back of the cupboard so you wouldn’t think I was an alcoholic, especially with my parent’s history.” He confesses, mumbling while eating his meal.

“I thought you were drunk half the time, would stumble in the room, and then complain that I wasn’t holding you.” James laughs, pulling Regulus’ head towards him to press a kiss to his forehead.

“I will trade you for Remus.” Regulus grunted but not fighting against James’ hold on him, accepting it.

“Go ahead then, love.” James teased, finally letting go of him after pressing one more kiss to his forehead.

“I’d happily trade brothers with you, James,” Remus said, happily eating a chip. “Think I’d prefer it.” He said before receiving a glare from Sirius.

“Wow, thanks Remus, it’s so nice hearing you say you’d prefer to trade.” He grunted, rolling his eyes before putting his head down and eating his meal.

“Now we have grumpy Sirius.” Peter mumbled, shaking his head.

“Yeah, thanks Remus.” James said, nudging at him.

“Piss off.” Remus said, rolling his eyes. “He’s always in one of his fucking moods, the git.” He said, looking over at Sirius who was scrolling on his phone, ignoring the group.

“You’re always putting him in one of his moods, it’s like you don’t know how to handle him after ten years of knowing him, you’re even dating him.” James says, nudging at Sirius to ask the silent question of “are you alright?”

Sirius glanced at him before looking away, pushing to his feet and ignoring Remus as a whole. “I’m going to go for a smoke.” He said, pulling his pack out his pocket and tapping it, as if confirming his statement, while he approached the balcony door.

“I know.” Remus said to the group who stared at him, getting to his own feet and exiting out the balcony door before closing it for privacy. “You alright?” He asked Sirius, listening to him puff out an annoyed breath before lighting his cigarette, all while keeping his back to him.

“Don’t know what you’re doing out here with me,” Sirius said, pulling the cigarette from his lips once he had a well-deserved puff. “Your new boyfriend is in there. The one you prefer.” He spat, finally turning around.

“Fucking hell, Sirius, if I wanted Regulus, I would be with him.” Remus snapped back, running a hand through his hair.

“Then go be with him.” Sirius said, voice weak as he turned around and took another puff of his cigarette.

“Sirius,” Remus sighed, taking a step closer to him.

“No, just piss off, will you?” Sirius said, raising his hand before flicking the ash off the end of it over the balcony.

“Are you really jealous right now?” Remus asked, continuing to step closer despite Sirius’ protests.

“No.” Sirius said hesitantly, lifting his cigarette to his mouth again while crossing his arms, taking a puff to silence himself. Remus stepped behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist, making Sirius sink in at the touch, letting out a content sigh with his head falling backwards onto Remus’ shoulder. “Remus.” He sighed out as Remus grabbed his wrist to take a puff from the cigarette.

Remus took Sirius' jaw into his hand, tilting his head enough so they were facing each other and so he didn’t have to lean far to begin to press their lips together before stopping an inch, teasingly. Sirius opened his mouth slightly, waiting eagerly for the kiss that felt as though it was taking forever to come. Remus began to blow the smoke into Sirius’ mouth, watching as his eyes rolled back while he breathed in the smoke Remus passed to him, still waiting for the kiss he deserved. 

Sirius had got into smoking just before his sixteenth birthday in mid-October because Remus would shotgun kiss him enough times for him to pick up the habit- even though he always found Remus hotter than he originally did and wanted to start the habit because of just watching Remus.

Remus finally locked their lips together, taking the cigarette from between Sirius’ fingers to stub it on the railing before tossing it down to the ground over the balcony, not caring much for it as it joined the other cigarettes, they had thrown down there- which Regulus had scolded them for doing countless times yet never bought an ashtray so they’d stop. Sirius was standing on his toes, trying to match Remus’ height yet still being two inches shorter than him. His fingers were running through Remus’ curls while he gripped on to Sirius’ hip to keep their bodies close.

“No shagging on my balcony.” Regulus shouted after banging on the glass door, making Sirius flip him off without letting his lips unlock from Remus’. “Oi, I mean it!” Regulus said, huffing out before dropping back down next to James, being wrapped up in his arm.

“Just continue eating, love,” James tells him, shoving chips into his own mouth. “Have another piece of chicken.” He says before reaching over to add two pieces of chicken to his plate as well as chips, pressing a kiss to Regulus’ cheek happily.

It wasn’t long till Remus and Sirius came back inside, Sirius shivering from the Spring evening breeze that had caused goosebumps to rise on his skin- even though everyone was sure Remus was more the reason for the goosebumps rather than the wind that blew at them. Sirius downed the rest of his drink before Peter leaned forwards to fill it up while Sirius filled his plate again. 

At eleven, the girls arrived, Marlene and Mary- both clearly tipsy- were hanging on to each other whilst giggling, Dorcas was yawning and dropping onto the couch with her head falling into Regulus lap, while Lily followed behind them, clicking along on her phone. Effie came earlier than she said, going straight into mum mode to make sure they all had everything packed before huffing out over James’ hair and trying to flatten it down (which she has been doing since he was a young boy) while he tried to fight against her hold but somehow struggled (which he has been doing since he was a young boy- which sounded sad cause he was twenty-one now and was struggling to get out of his mother’s hold on him, even though she was reaching sixty).

They arrived at Dumbledore’s Records where Slughorn met them by the tour bus. The driver moved their bags into the trunk of the bus while they all boarded, gobsmacked over the size of it. It reminded them of a caravan but much bigger- “like Meet the Fockers, Jack’s caravan” Peter had said, making them all nod and hum in agreement.

“Right then, ladies and gents,” Slughorn said, clapping his hands together once they were all comfortable on the bus. “Scotland, here we come!” He said before they all cheered.