Disclaimer : I own nothing Remus and Sirius are property of JK Rowling.
Notes : This is my first try at a fanfic, ever. So I'm a bit nervous about posting this little drabble. Inspired by the song "Brothers on a Hotel Bed" by Death Cab for Cutie. Written at 4 am, I know there's manymanymany mistakes in grammer, punctuation, spelling, et cetera. Con-crit is very welcome; flames definately aren't. This is a Slash (male/male) drabble, so if you don't like it, don't read it!
"Sirius, what are you doing?"
Lying on the old bed in their hotel room, Remus Lupin found himself straddled by none other than Sirius Black, whom decided to use Remus as his full-body pillow, his arms wrapped tightly around Remus's neck, and face pressed tightly against the smaller's chest.
"I'm sleepy, Remy. It's too early." came the slurred, sleep-tinged reply from the raven-haired man.
"Padfoot, it's two in the afternoon. You need to wake up, and I need to be able to actually move."
Rolling off the squished body below him, Sirius just laid on his side, still refusing to truly get out of bed. Remus was grateful Sirius had moved off of him at all.
Finally able to sit up, Remus ruffled his sandy brown hair, his legs hanging off the bed lazily; his black pajama pants were wrinkled and twisted from sleep. Stretching his arms upward and slowly leaning backward, Remus suddenly felt a set of hands wrapped gently around his waist.
Staring into the mirror above the dilapidated looking dresser in their room, Remus's light chocolate eyes met storm grey, where Sirius sat behind him, his long raven hair in disarray and rumpled.
"Morniphh." was the muffled greeting from Sirius, where his nose and mouth were nuzzled into that perfect spot where shoulder, neck and back meet; where you can feel the pulse faintly.
"Good morning to you too, sunshine." Remus replied, slowly turning around and placing a delicate kiss onto Sirius's lips.
Smiling in a canine-like way, Sirius nipped at Remus's lower lip, and then spoke quietly.
"I love you."