Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling, not me. Unfortunately. I just happen to enjoy playing with them. Or, in this case, letting them play together.
but for now we are young, let us lay in the sun, and count every beautiful thing we can see, love to be in the arms of all I am keeping here with me --Neutral Milk Hotel, "In an Aeroplane Over the Sea"
The nights were passing by frighteningly fast, as the season threatened change. In a few more weeks, the warmth of summer would disappear, replaced by the colors of fall, and soon there-after, the bitter cold of winter. And though Sirius knew the sun would still shine, it wasn't the same in the harsh winter months. The hollow light left him no more satisfied than a family reunion.
However, now was not the time for that. Now was the time to bask in the lingering glow of sunset. Forcing himself to ignore the way his hair stuck to the back of his neck, he did. A lazy sigh met his ears, originating from the boy in his arms. "It's beautiful tonight," Remus murmured, all attention focused on the horizon. No matter how many times he saw an August sunset, he never got tired of them. Never thought them any less amazing. Quietly, he shifted on the grass until his head rested in Sirius's lap, and hazel eyes looked upon the face he so adored.
Sirius glanced down at him, that all too familiar grin claiming his lips. "Very," came the response, though the eyes of the animagus hadn't found the sunset in the last few minutes, and remained now where they had been focused for so long: On Remus. Whether it was caused by the heat, he couldn't tell, but he was sure the faintest rush of pink had just flooded into Moony's face, which succeeded in broadening his grin even more. "In a thousand ways," he continued, very much enjoying that little edge of shyness he could see creeping into Remus. One more beautiful thing. One thousand and one.
Then he felt the warmth of the other's body leave him as Remus stood on his feet, his hand outstretched in an offer. "Not ready to leave yet, are you?" The question came out in more of a whine than Sirius had intended, but no matter. Remus gave a little laugh and shook his head, his fingers wiggling, "Not a chance." Sirius took his hand then and moved to stand behind him, arms immediately snaking around that slightly too-thin waist. His lips found the back of the sandy-haired wizard's neck, leaving a moist half crescent in their wake.
One thousand and two.