Chapter One
Remus Lupin is normally a very patient individual, a person has to be when they are friends with the Marauders for more than five years, but his current situation was truly putting that patience to the test. Remus was simply trying to finish his accident runes essay in peace when the snogging couple fell through the portrait of the Fat Lady and into the Gryffindor common room. The couple pays no mind to the few students scattered around the room and simply throws themselves down on an unoccupied couch near the fireplace.
Normally Remus wouldn't have even noticed the couple, after six year at Hogwarts you get pretty use to finding other students in a variety of different stages of undress. In fact just last week Remus walked in on a couple shagging behind a book shelf in the back corner of the library. No, what grabs Remus's attention is the male half of the couple, silky looking shaggy black hair mostly hides his face from view but Remus can easily picture the hard, maturing features of the boy's face and the soft steel grey eyes that Remus is all too familiar with. The figure of Sirius Black is completely wrapped around a 5th year girl whose name Remus isn't sure of and honestly doesn't care to remember. Again, this was nothing new Sirius basically has a new girl every week but that is the problem!
Remus looks away from the couple and tries to focus his attention back to the task in front of him. "Why should it matter to me what Sirius does?" Remus thought "Just because I'm one of his best mates doesn't mean that I get to decide what he should and shouldn't be doing…or who". A rather loud moan comes from the direct of the couch followed by an annoyingly high pitched female giggle. Remus lets out a sigh and grabs his books figuring that he isn't going to be able to finish his essay as long as he has to listen to the girl under Sirius making obscene sounds. He quickly makes his way up the spiral staircase to his dorm room falling onto his bed as soon as he reaches it not even bothering to turn on any lights. He is grateful to find that he is the only one in the dorm, not really feeling like dealing with any of his roommates right now. Sitting up so that his back is against his headboard Remus glances around the room trying to find something to make him forget what's taking place down stairs.
There are five beds around the circular room, and a larger fireplace in the middle. The bathroom is to the right of Remus's own bed and directly across from Remus was Frank Longbottom's bed. Frank was a really nice guy but preferred to hang out with his girlfriend Alice over the Marauders. Remus liked him well enough, he stayed out of other people's business which Remus greatly appreciates. Next to Frank's bed was Peter Pettigrew's, unsurprisingly the bed was unmade surrounded by dirty clothes and old candy wrapper. Remus laughs slightly looking at the mess, he loves Pete but the boy has the hygiene habits of a flobberworm. The middle bed belonged to James Potter, and Remus can't help the small smirk that creeps across his face at the thought of the Marauder's "leader". James would never refer to himself as the leader of their group but in Remus's opinion that is exactly what he is, always planning their next advantage or putting an end to an argument between the Marauders. James is never bossy though and he's always happy to hear what schemes the other Marauders have in mind.
Finally, Remus glances at the bed next to his own, Sirius's. Without a doubt Remus has always been closest to Sirius out of all the Marauders, feeling that he could tell the other boy basically anything (hence why Sirius was the first to know about Remus's furry little problem). Remus felt himself smile as the thought of Sirius stretched out on his bed that morning found their way into his head. Sirius had been shirtless stretching out cross his mattress his back arched causing the muscles in his stomach to tighten showing off his well defined abs. The stretching also resulted in Sirius's pants sliding down a little lower on his hips allowing Remus to get a good look at the V leading downwards.
"Why can't I stop thinking about him?" Remus groans as he rolls on to his stomach and shoves his face as far into his pillow as it would go. This isn't the first time that Remus has asked himself this same question in fact he hasn't stopped thinking about it since the beginning of the school year. "What the hell is wrong with me? Sirius is my best mate, so why am I basically eye fucking him every chance I get?" It doesn't bother Remus that he is thinking about a guy this way, he's known that he fancies blokes since he was twelve, not that he's ever told anyone besides his mom, but fancying Sirius is not an option.
"He's straight, and even if he wasn't why would he have any interest in me when he could have any bloke that he wants? Besides there is no way that I am going to ruin my friendship with him or the Marauders by turning all obsessive over him!" Remus mentally scorns himself. However, the sudden throbbing feeling that abruptly appeared in his groin seemed to disagree with his resolve. Shifting slightly Remus tries to ignore his quickly growing problem by thinking about the potions recipe they leaded in class today. "Finely chop one rat tail into pieces, add to the boiling water and allow to sit for two minutes. Add five mashed newt eyeballs and stir six times clockwise followed by three times counterclockwise." Remus pauses in his repetition trying to remember what Professor Slughorn had told them next.
Trying as hard as he can Remus thinks back to the potions class that day, but all he can remember is the smell of grass, soap and musk that had come off the boy sitting next to him. Remus felt his cock give a strong throb as it swelled against the confines of his trousers. "God I'm pathetic, getting horny just thinking about the way Sirius smells! What is wrong with me...well I suppose he does smell rather good. Especially right after he showers and I can smell his shampoo from across the table." Remus groans as his erection pushes painfully against his zipper. Finally, he gives in moving to lie on his back, one arm behind his head propping it up towards the ceiling, his other hand slide downs to cup himself through the fabric for his pants. Biting down on his bottom lip, preventing any loud noises from escaping his throat, Remus begins stroking himself slowly and firmly. He closes his eyes and allows his imagination to take over. His thoughts turn to the couple downstairs and what it would be like if he was the one under Sirius. Sirius's lips locked with his own in a battle for dominance, hands roaming over exposed skin. The thought of Sirius's hand replacing Remus's own. Remus quickly fines himself stroking harder and faster. The pressure is becoming too much and Remus reaches for his button to release himself but instead he freezes as he hears the sound of foots steps approaching the door. Remus quickly grabs his blanket from the end of his bed and pulls it up to his stomach; he fixes his eyes on the ceiling and pleading that whoever walks in simply thinks that he's relaxing in bed.
The door creaks open and in walks the last person Remus wants to see right now.
