"It's freezing!"
"It's a little chilly."
"I'll die."
"You'll complain, at best."
Remus shivered, hugging himself for warmth out on the pitch where James had organised the last Quidditch practise of the term, determined as always to win. Sirius was standing in front of Remus, a glowing smile on his face, inches away from his own. A quick glance down at his lips only made Sirius's smirk stronger.
"You came all the way out here for me, anyway, Moony. Don't deny it, you'll stay for me too."
Remus watched his boyfriend mount his broom, not breaking eye contact, and fly off into the air where the whole team was waiting. Remus couldn't help but feel a little desperate now that he hadn't kissed him. Sirius liked to tease, only because he knew how Remus would react later, and had a tendency to graze his lips along Remus's and then leave him in a sorry state.
They had a good fifteen minutes out here before going back to the Common room. Remus longed to be back inside, next to the fire. Or curled up in bed with a certain someone.
Great. Now his teeth were chattering too.
Remus was in no mood to tolerate Quidditch but, nonetheless, he enjoyed watching Sirius at work. He couldn't deny that he liked it when Sirius showed off for him, often ending with James shouting for him to get "his head back in the game and not in his pants."
James would probably be more distracted now that Lily was currently waiting for him in the common room, so Remus could expect even more of Sirius's ridiculous airborne wooing attempts in the remaining fifteen minutes. Sirius did indeed live up to his potential as an ass.
Remus tried to look annoyed as his boyfriend swam through the wind, dodging his team mates as he looped the quaffle over McKinnon and, for no reason but for Remus's eyes, over James, who looked irritated by the distraction. Lily would have to help with the tension later.
Sirius had truly become ridiculous, but Remus saw how determined he looked. The glint in his eye after every trick. He wanted Remus's reaction and he wanted one now. He nose dived to the floor. The wind blew back his black hair, his grey eyes focused on the floor of the sandy floor. He timed it perfectly. As a chaser, he rarely needed this move, but he knew how Remus reacted to certain stunts. Peter had told him in fourth year how Remus had tightly clutched his arm when Sirius attempted this particular move to scare off an opposing chaser.
Remus gasped. Only a metre from the floor, Sirius pulled the head of his broom back up.
Remus cursed himself under a puff of breath. Sirius's smug smirk made him roll his eyes.
"So, it's nice to see how worried you are about me," Sirius slung his arm over Remus's as they walked back to the castle. Remus was surprised he could even reach comfortably, since Sirius was still a few inches smaller than he was.
"Yeah, well, you get plenty worried when you're boyfriend is an idiot."