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He Fought A Losing Battle
Sirius quickly shut the red, velvet curtains, fully concealing the sight he just witnessed. While he may no longer be able to see said sight, he could still hear it. He was only slightly disturbed that the sounds, the moans and the groans, continued even when the owner of the noises saw that Sirius was there.
He couldn't get the image out of his mind. It frightened him that he didn't want to make them leave, that he wanted to remember the beautiful sight for the rest of his days. It confused him, also. This was Remus he was thinking about. Remus with his back arched, glistened in sweat. His hand sliding carefully, hungrily across his own scarred skin. His head was thrown back, his mouth open slightly and his eyes squeezed shut.
His eyes, squeezed so tight together, only opened when Remus heard the sound of the curtains being drew. He looked into Sirius' eyes and emitted a long groan. Sirius, embarrassed, swiftly drew the curtains.
Now here he was. Lying in bed the morning after. Thinking. Just thinking. Smooth skin with the occasional scar, protruding hip bones, lustful eyes, the length of the other boys - no. No. he wasn't going to think this about his friend. He could bury this. He was just a little freaked out that he had witnessed his apparently virginal friend masturbating. He was shocked that such a small, usually quiet boy could make such noises.
Time was passing quickly. The other boys were waking up now. Their tired eyes lazily searching for their clothes. It was the Winter. Two days after Christmas. He received a late gift in the form of newly found lust for his friend. He had no receipt so he couldn't return it. That didn't mean he wasn't going to try.
Slowly, Sirius sat up, retrieving his clothes from his trunk and proceeded to dress himself before brushing his teeth.
Later that day Remus approached Sirius with a shy smile on his face, rubbing his arm and looking at the floor. Here it comes thinks Sirius. Here it fucking comes.
"About last night-I. It's only natural. You do it. James does it. Peter does it. Everyone does. So you interrupted me. It's no big deal. I just – I just hope you aren't entirely freaking out at the fact that I continued to- yeah. So, we're okay now, right?"
Noddling and smiling was Sirius' only reply. Remus may have been a little embarrassed at the time but he's okay now. Sirius, however, was far from okay. A battle was raging in his head as to whether or not he should be having these thoughts about his best friend. He gave up. Figuring that this was one battle he just couldn't win. He had feelings for Remus. There was nothing he could do about it.
Okay. So I haven't wrote for about two weeks. I may continue this. Maybe. If people review and tell me that they want me too.
I know that this isn't the best piece in the world. I'm sorry about that. I may still make improvements but I just felt like I needed to write something for all you lovely people.
You all have my love. Remember that. Always.
Loooove.
x
P.S. I bought green skinny jeans...wow.