Crisp Apples

Step one: get Remus by himself, preferably in the dormitory.

Sirius enlisted James’ help with this, who was relieved Sirius was going to do something, finally, to stop this tension. It was James’ idea to get Peter started on a game of 3D chess; they both knew that a game between the two of them would take a fairly long time, and James could keep Peter away as long as necessary after that.

It was Sirius’ idea to use the map to see when Remus was going to come back from studying with Lily, which James pointed out might take any amount of time; neither of them knew if Remus had talked to Lily alone since she had talked to James in front of Padfoot. Sirius was sort of hoping he never knew that that conversation was overheard, although that might not be fair.

Remus started back from the library much quicker than either of them expected, and James engaged Peter easily.

Step two: do something that Remus couldn’t easily ignore but could still reject if he wanted to.

As much as Sirius loved and trusted James, he couldn’t ask for his advice about this. He planned on crawling into Remus’ bed with nothing on, and then chickened out into wearing James’ elastic Quidditch shorts. Maybe that was still too revealing? It didn’t matter much anyway; he could quickly put on some robes if it made Remus uncomfortable.

As Sirius settled in Remus’ bed to wait, he couldn’t help but think of that beautiful boy there with him, preferably similarly dressed, or with less. He could smell Remus all around him, and he loved it – he knew Remus’ sense of smell was much stronger than his, but he could still smell his friend on the bedsheets around him.

Step two-point-five: try to get Remus to touch him.

He knew Remus liked the smell of his arousal; Lily had said he wanted to taste him. He knew Remus liked the way he smelled enough to try to seduce him, because that lollipop thing had definitely been on purpose. And it had worked. Sirius couldn’t keep the thoughts of his lips out of his head.

He almost had to laugh at them, at what people might think; Sirius was the charismatic one, he was the loud one, the pretty boy. And yet here he was, trying to seduce Remus by lying in his bed, with the covers pulled up over his head. And there Remus was, sucking on a lollipop on the main street in Hogsmeade and over and over again right behind his eyelids, and doing so with a ridiculous degree of success. Who would have thought?

It was with those images in his head Sirius heard footsteps coming through the door of the dorm, and Remus’ voice speaking his name so softly it made him shiver. He didn’t think so, but could Remus be annoyed with him?

“Moony.” On the other hand, his voice was so hot.

Remus stripped the cover from his head, but not past his shoulders. Sirius didn’t know how he would react when he saw he wasn’t wearing anything but a thin piece of athletic wear, but if it was anything like what was currently in his eyes, it would be fantastic. Remus looked more intense than Sirius had ever seen him, his golden eyes raking over his face. “You are driving me crazy.”

Remus’ fingers were driving him crazy, wrapped through his hair with care and with something like possession, as if he wanted to tug. Sirius was melting.

“What do you want, Moony love?” Sirius knew something was going to happen, something had to happen, and he knew that Remus would stop if Sirius wanted him to. Not that he would ever want him to stop, he could do anything to him right now and he would be deliriously happy.

“I – I want – Sirius, you know what I want…” Sirius could guess, but there were more than a few things he thought Remus might like to do. Watching Remus come apart was better than he imagined. Watching his face as he looked at Sirius was a dream. “Let me touch you.”

“Please.” He had wanted that for so long.

Remus brought his hands to Sirius’ face as if he couldn’t help himself, crawling onto the bed and straddling him over the blankets. Remus’ kiss was like fire, traveling through the nape of his neck and down his spine, into a pool of heat in the pit of his stomach. It started with closed lips, but soon Remus was licking into his mouth, fingers running through his hair and drawing him ever closer.

Sirius’ arms were somewhat trapped under the blankets, but he couldn’t bring himself to mind. He wouldn’t mind being held down by Remus at all – he felt loved, and cared for, and he knew that if he was the slightest bit uncomfortable Remus would let him go. He felt safe.

Remus’ kisses traveled down his jaw and neck. His mouth was hot and warm, and Sirius couldn’t quite tell if they were open kisses or licks. He couldn’t really bring himself to care; either way, it was electrifying.

“Remus, love, not that I mind, but I can’t move my arms… I want to touch you too…”

Remus smiled into Sirius’ skin and shifted back enough to pull the covers down, managing to free his arms and press their hips together at once. Sirius could tell Remus was surprised at his lack of shirt, but his gasp could also have been because their hard lengths were now pressed together, unfortunately through several layers of bedding.

Sirius couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips, and he reached up to run his hands through Remus’ beautiful curly hair. He had meant to pull Remus back down to kiss him more, but the noises that were now coming from Remus caused his hips to thrust up almost involuntarily, and it was heavenly.

“It looks like you’re wearing too many clothes, Moony,” Sirius joked. “It’s kind of warm in here.”

Remus grinned at him. “If that’s the case, you should probably take off the rest of the covers, too, you look… hot.” Remus’ gaze down his chest allowed for no mistakes in interpreting the word “hot”.

Sirius was delighted that he asked, but still slightly disappointed at the sudden lack of pressure on his groin as Remus sat up to give him space. He pushed down the covers to the bottom of the bed, and then laid back down, hoping that Remus would return to his previous position. Optimally, without his cloak.

Instead, Remus kept kneeling at the bottom of the bed, staring almost dazedly at the black elastic shorts that gave a clear outline of Sirius’ erection.

“Is this alright?” Sirius was up on his elbows in an instant, worried that he had made Remus uncomfortable.

“Yes!” Remus almost shouted. “Yes, yes, yes, don’t you dare worry, yes, yes, please, yes!” He kept up this stream of affirmations as he tore his cloak off, almost losing balance as he was still on his knees. “Yes, Sirius…”

Remus had finally removed his cloak and was left with just his briefs. Sirius had felt how hard Remus was just a moment ago but seeing the outline of his dick through the thin material was another turn-on all together. Not to mention seeing the rest of him – his beautiful legs, his cleanly defined muscle. His shoulders and neck, graceful and powerful. Sirius wanted to kiss every scar, to kiss his delicious lips again.

“Then come back here. Please, since we’re asking nicely,” said Sirius, relieved, lying back down and pulling Remus to rest on top of him again, now with only two thin layers of fabric separating them. Remus moaned, and this time it was his hips that were moving them together.

“I’ve wanted this for such a long time, Moony.” Although, that was a bit false; he had never dreamed up anything as fantastic as Remus’ skin pressed up against his.

“Me too…” Remus leaned down and licked his neck, gently. “Is this okay? I know it’s not… normal.”

“Yes, Remus, I’ve wanted you to do that for so long… Please.” Sirius knew he would have to explain himself eventually, that Lily had accidentally told him what Remus wanted, but for right now, he hoped his encouragement would be enough. He wanted Remus to do anything he wanted. He wanted Remus to lose control.

Remus seemed happy to oblige him. He kissed Sirius’ lips, tongue dipping briefly into his mouth before kissing and licking his neck, pausing for a second to suck on a spot just behind his jaw and under his ear that made Sirius moan.

Sirius didn’t mean to be thrusting up against Remus; if this went on for too much longer, he was going to come in his pants. Remus’ moans echoed his, their hips rolling together with purpose. It was almost a relief when Remus pulled away to kiss and lick down his chest.

Remus’ hot breath and tongue felt heavenly against his skin, shooting sparks down his spine. The kisses verged on ticklish, but he wouldn’t have stopped Remus for anything, not with where his lips were headed.

Remus paused at the waistband of Sirius’ shorts. His breath was hot, and Sirius’ dick twitched in response. Not for the first time, Sirius wished he could tell what Remus was feeling too – he wanted this, he wanted Remus’ mouth, but more than that he wanted Remus to feel safe and wanted. He wanted Remus to feel loved.

“You can do anything you want to me. Or nothing, or whatever you want, Remus, I…” I love you. Was it too soon to say that? He had been calling Remus “love”, and he felt it, for sure, but maybe that should wait.

“I’ve never done anything like this before, Sirius, I just… I want you.” Remus looked nervous, but his eyes were still on Sirius’ bulge, and he looked… hungry.

“I want you too. If that wasn’t obvious already,” Sirius said with half a laugh.

“Let me…” Remus started, and then slowly slipped his fingers into Sirius’ waistband. Sirius lifted his hips up slightly, and then his dick was free, and Remus pulled the shorts gently off his hips and over his feet. Remus was staring at him, and his hands drifted back up Sirius’ legs, over his thighs… onto his erection.

Sirius couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips, and he was surprised to hear a responding one from Remus. “You like it that much?”

“I wasn’t lying. You, like this, drives me crazy. Do you know how hard it was to keep my hands off of you in Hogsmeade?” Remus was leaning close, stroking him slowly. “I had to sit on the opposite side of the table from you. I would have wanted…”

Remus’ tongue slowly traced Sirius’ dick, licking from the root to the tip. Sirius’ head fell back onto the pillow; he had to look away from Remus’ lips and focus. He wanted to enjoy this.

Remus pulled Sirius into his mouth, sucking and circling him with his tongue while he gently cupped his balls in one hand. Sirius had never felt anything so good in his life, and he couldn’t get control of his breath. Remus seemed to be similarly affected; when Sirius looked down at him again, he had his own dick pulled out of his pants and was running his other hand along it lightly.

Sirius thought for a second about trying to find a way to get Remus into his mouth at the same time – he knew that’s how he wanted Remus to end up, but he wasn’t sure if the logistics would work out in this bed, not to mention with Remus looking at him like that, moaning like that, sucking him like that. He couldn’t do it. He felt like he was on fire, like if this continued, he would explode, or shatter, or glow.

“Moony… love, I’m going to –” was all Sirius could get out before Remus took as much of him into his mouth as possible, and Sirius came so hard he could almost see stars.

When he could think again, he noticed Remus casting cleaning charms on their sheets and his hands. “That was fantastic, Rem…”

Sirius got a quick grin in response, and then he was standing next to the bed, stripping the rest of the way out of his briefs. “I… I need…”

Sirius could see Remus’ dick was as hard as ever, leaking precum. It was skinnier than Sirius’, but it looked longer too, and Sirius wanted to touch it, wanted to lick it. “Come here, let’s switch positions.”

“I won’t last long, Sirius…”

“Then come here and fuck my mouth.” Sirius knelt on the side of the bed, looking up at Remus, and hoped he could tell that he really wanted it.

Remus didn’t take much convincing. He stepped closer, and then he was in his mouth. Remus’ skin was extremely soft, and he was harder than Sirius thought possible for pausing for so long. Remus pushed Sirius’ hair out of his face and thrust into Sirius’ mouth hesitantly, and when Sirius gave no resistance, the fingers through Sirius’ hair and tugged gently. Sirius could taste the precum coming from Remus, but he didn’t mind – he was overwhelmed by how much he loved Remus, how much he wanted this to happen, and the salty flavor wasn’t bad. Remus picked up speed and depth, seeming to know exactly where was too deep and keeping Sirius comfortable. He loved it.

Remus came quickly, warning him with a moaned “Sirius”, and then when Sirius pushed forward to keep him in his mouth, spilled over into a mess of shaking limbs and grasping hands, using Sirius’ shoulders for support. He kept him in his mouth until the shaking had, for the most part, stopped, and then slowly released him with kisses up his stomach. This time, Remus was the puddle while Sirius performed the cleaning spells.

Sirius guided Remus into bed with him. They fell into the comfortable position they had the other day, with Sirius on his back and Remus’ arm around him, head on his shoulder. Sirius felt so happy he could burst, he felt so much love for the boy in his arms. His Moony.

“I love you.” Remus’ voice was weak, sounding close to sleep. Sirius laughed, and cleared away their cloths and closed the curtains with a flick of his wand.

“Can you tell I love you, too? Can you smell it?”

“Yes. It’s delicious.”

Sirius was almost delirious with happiness. “I want to be with you. When we move into our apartment in London, I want to sleep with you every night. I mean, not even sexually, I just want to hold you, like this… although, I wouldn’t mind the other way too…”

Remus smiled into his shoulder. “Our apartment.”

“Yes. Our apartment.” Sirius leaned down to kiss Remus’ curls. He loved him. He loved him. He loved him.

“That sounds perfect… what will James and Peter think?”

“James is the one keeping Peter out of this room right now, and Peter… will love it. He’ll be fine.”

“Perfect.”

Sirius wanted to tell him he loved him about five hundred more times. He wanted to talk to him about everything that had happened in the past few weeks, about his conversations with James, about Lily. He wanted to listen to Remus talk about dark creatures, and he wanted to tell Remus about the new invention he was thinking about for wizard storytelling based on a muggle television.

But Remus was falling asleep, here in his arms, and they had the rest of their lives to talk. For right now, they had each other.

I love you.