Sirius laughed a little too loudly, a bottle of firewhiskey in one hand and Remus' hand in his other.
"And that's why it's called Swiss CHEESE!" he roared with laughter as Remus took a drink from his own bottle.
"Sirius! You sound like an idiot! I think we've had waaaaay too much," Remus said with a giggle. Sirius shook his head as he tried to place the bottle on the table in front of him, nearly falling off the couch in the Common Room as a result.
"No way, Remsie! We need more! You! Over there!" Sirius called to a lowly First Year. The First Year blushed crimson at being addressed by Sirius.
"Yes, sir?" the First Year asked, wary of the mischievous look in Sirius' eyes. Even as Second Years, the Marauders were already becoming legendary in status; students through Fifth Year looked at them with respect.
"Yes, my good man! A couple more, er... Butterbeers, if you know what I mean!" Sirius nudged the boy in the chest, slipping him a couple of Knuts for his trouble.
"Erm..." the boy stuttered, not sure that they would stay awake long enough to drink any more.
"Well, go on!" Sirius shouted as the First Year scampered out of sight.
"Really, Siri, I think we've both had enough," Remus said. Sirius shook his head stubbornly and wrapped his arms around Remus' shoulders. Nuzzling Remus? neck, Sirius closed his eyes.
"You're so warm and soft, Remsie," he murmured into Remus' neck. Remus could tell he was bright red, but whether it was from the firewhiskey or Sirius' unexpectedly welcome breath on his neck, he didn't know.
"Sirius," Remus said quietly as Sirius sat up and looked intently into Remus' eyes. Ever so slowly, Sirius moved his slightly pursed lips, wet with firewhiskey, closer to Remus'. Remus gasped slightly when their lips touched and Sirius' experienced tongue slipped deftly between Remus' parted lips. Remus closed his eyes as Sirius wrapped an arm around Remus' middle, pulling him closer. Of their own accord, Remus' hands buried themselves in Sirius' thick, dark hair.
Only when cat-calls and howls began coming from the other Gryffindors in the Common Room did Remus remember himself, and he quickly pulled away. He clutched his head as the room swam, alcohol still fogging his senses.
"Remus, it's OK," Sirius said, trying to pull Remus close again. Remus just shook his head and squirmed out of Sirius' grasp, scooting over to the far side of the couch they sat on. Sirius glared at him for a moment before standing unsteadily. "Why can't you understand, Remus? All of the hints I've dropped these past two years, the girls I've used to try and make you jealous. Why don't you see that I want you?" With that, Sirius made his way up to their dorm, leaning on the walls for support.
Remus drew his knees to his chin, shivering. "You wouldn't want me if you knew, Siri," he whispered to himself. "You wouldn't want me if you knew I was a werewolf."