Double Feature
The frenzied crowd swarmed in the direction of the exits, buzzing with conversation and laughter, photos being swapped and dollar bills being fetched to purchase t-shirts.
Remus, Lily, and James went against the grain of the rest, trying to make their way backstage.
Remus felt that he had no place being back there - having only been aquatinted with the actor a mere hour ago, but he desperately wanted to see him.
Yearning was grappling with Remus’s perpetual bashfulness.
Remus lingered in the stairwell that him and Sirius had shared their chaste kiss, making Lily turn. “Coming?” She asked.
Remus shifted back and forth on his feet. “Maybe?”
The same blonde woman who had yelled at Sirius before emerged from the door. “Lily! I’m so glad you came!” The two women hugged fiercely, and Marlene put a guiding hand on her back. “Come, can you help me with costume design for tomorrow?”
They disappeared behind the door. James looked back at Remus.
“You know he’s going to flip if you don’t wait for him.”
“James,” Remus said, “Thank you for tonight, really. But it’s so… intense. Sirius… he scares me.”
James rolled his eyes heavily. “Sirius still has to pet every dog we pass by on the side walk. He writes in fucking cursive. He cried when Brook-lynn Hytes and Vanjie broke up on Drag Race. Sirius Black is quite possibly the least threatening person I have ever met.”
Remus couldn’t help but choke out a laugh. “Well, that was sad!” He defended.
“Dear god, don’t tell me you cried too.”
“I can neither confirm nor deny,” Remus smiled enigmatically, feeling marginally better.
“Well now you haveto come see him. I’m half convinced you two are soulmates, at this point.” James tugged at his sleeve.
Remus was about to oblige, when the problem was solved for them. Sirius came barreling through the door, his head looking like it was about to pop off from wild excitement. He had changed his corset and fishnets in favor of comfortable looking black jeans and a tight fitting white t-shirt emblazoned with the infamous Rocky Horror lips. His makeup had been hastily wiped off, hair tied back, and Remus could see his natural features better: his bright eyes, his friendly grin, the silver ring in his nose.
Sirius stopped short, grinning like a maniac.
“There you are.”
James slipped behind the door wordlessly. It closed with a final click, and they were alone.
Remus, who hardly ever went to plays, shifted awkwardly. “Congratulations. You were- you were great.”
Sirius took a step forward. “So were you.”
Remus rolled his eyes teasingly. “I wasn’t the one on stage.”
“You were for a bit,” Sirius reminded him, smug.
“Oi! That was against my better judgment, I’ll have you know.” Remus said, lessening the gap between them. Only a few inches remained.
“You liked it.” Sirius’s eyes flickered down.
“I did.”
“I liked it.” Sirius added, chewing on his lip.
Remus smiled. “You did?”
Sirius stepped forward, until their noses were nearly pressed against one another. “You have no idea.”
He kissed him. Remus fiercely reciprocated, pulling Sirius closer and holding him there. Remus felt dizzy with pleasure, their lips in a wrestling match of their own; pushing and pulling like tidal waves. Sirius sighed into his mouth, what could have been relief or wanting. Or both. Remus smiled against his lips, pulling apart temporarily.
“Did you really cry when Vanjie and Brook-Lynn broke up?” He whispered playfully into Sirius’s ear.
Sirius collapsed against his shoulder in laughter. “Potter! That traitor! He told you, didn’t he?”
“Indeed,” Remus confirmed. “But only because I told him I was scared of you.”
Sirius pulled back, looking worried. “You’re scared of me?”
Remus grinned. “Not anymore, you silly, romantic sap!” He pressed a kiss into Sirius’s neck. “I was scared… I am scared… that I’m not half as good enough for you.”
Sirius stared into him with bottomless grey eyes. “Don’t be stupid.”
“You don’t know me.”
Sirius bit thoughtfully at his lip (a habit that Remus was completely endeared by). “I know you slip extra coupons in Mrs. Figs’ grocery bag because you know she likes them.”
“How-“
“I know you give all your cash tips to the homeless man who sleeps outside the store every day after work. I know you read books when the market is slow. Lots of books. Classics, if I had to take a gamble.” Sirius finished, cheeks adorning a lovely red flush from rambling.
“You noticed me.” Remus said, startled. Had the two of them crossed paths before, and he, Remus Lupin, had been the one who didn’t notice?
“Of course I did.” Sirius kissed him, softly. “How could I not?”
Remus’s eyelids fluttered, taking in this information. “How- did you know I’d be in that nook in the wall?”
Sirius let out a low laugh. “That, baby,” he said with another kiss, “was pure fate.”