The music in the club was loud and obnoxious. Smoke filled the stale air, lending it an unpleasant taste. The lights were dim and darkness pressed against the corners of the room. A pair of men made their way to the bar to the left.
Both were young, only about eighteen, and tall. The taller of the two had unruly black hair that stuck up in a clumped mass along the back of his head and hazel eyes hidden beneath thick black glasses. The other man had honey brown hair that just fell into his warm brown eyes. His face had a pale, faded scar running across his nose and more scars peeked out from the ends of his sleeves.
Reaching the bar, the brunet smiled at the bartender before calling out a greeting, "Hello Frank."
"Remus!" The bartender, Frank, smiled. "And James. I didn't think you would actually come."
James leaned against the counter and grinned. "Said we would, didn't we?"
"So what can I get you? On the house."
As Frank prepared their drinks, Remus sat on a stool and looked around. The club wasn't very busy, although it was hard to tell in the poorly lit room.
Surprisingly James was the one who suggested visiting Frank at his new job. They had just finished school and were enjoying their newfound freedom when James came up with the idea. It wasn't that James didn't like Frank, they've been friends for years. It was just that this specific club wasn't exactly James' type.
Remus loved James, but he didn't actually believe that his tolerance was strong enough for him to spend time somewhere where practically naked men gyrated for money. Still, it was James' idea so they went and Remus tried his very best not to look too pleased.
"I still can't believe you two came," Frank began to polish some glasses as he continued to shake his head at them. "I would have figured you'd stay away in case people thought you were bent or something."
James just grinned as he took a drink. "Mate, we're just visiting a friend. You're the pouf working at a poofter club."
Remus grimaced and put his glass down. "We really need to work on expanding your vocabulary."
Ignoring Remus, James narrowed his eyes at Frank's silence. "Not going to defend yourself?"
Frank looked up in exasperation, "Do I need to? I'm literally getting married. To a woman."
James rolled his eyes and took a quick glance around. "You're not very busy are you?"
Remus bit back a sigh. James may have come here of his own free will, but he certainly wasn't being all that happy about it. Anyways, it was a Tuesday night. What was James expecting?
Frank said nearly the same thing but tacked on, "Although Star usually brings in a good amount, even on weeknights."
Remus looked to where he was pointing to see a small group of men crowded around one of the dancers. He hadn't noticed them before because they were towards the darkened back of the room. The dancer entertaining them, Star, was up on a small stage in only a pair of tiny black underwear. They almost looked like bikini bottoms and left nothing to the imagination. From where Remus sat he couldn't make out much detail about Star's appearance, just that he was slender with long dark hair.
As Remus watched, the dancer slowly lowered his bottoms until the base of his cock was showing before quickly pulling up them up again. Tease, Remus, thought.
"I wouldn't keep watching unless you want to get an eyeful, Remus." Franks was smiling as he began to wipe down the bar.
"He doesn't actually get naked does he?" James looked shocked, but Frank just laughed.
"Of course he does, Potter."
"Well, that's a bit seedy, isn't it?" James paused and when it seemed that no one was going to respond to him, put his head in his hands and asked,"Frank. Please tell me you get off soon."
"Well, seeing has he's just gotten naked, it can't be too long before I get off." Remus burst out laughing as Frank winked and James turned and grimaced. "Calm down. I'm off in fifteen. Think your heterosexuality can last until then?"
"That's implying it existed in the first place." Remus leapt from the stool to dodge the smack James had sent him while Frank doubled over in laughter.
Remus experienced a little bubble of disbelief as he joined Frank and even James in laughter. Sometimes, he was honestly shocked he had managed to acquire such great friends.
In his life, he should have expected poverty and humiliation. And even though he had experienced more than his fair share of that, he was lucky enough to also experienced joy, love and much more hope than he felt he deserved. Moments like these were not something he could ever take for granted because he never expected to have them at all.
Soon enough, James and him stood outside the small club waiting for Frank to exit. It was just past midnight, and the air had a sharp bite to it. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Remus turned to ask James if they could stop somewhere for hot chocolate when Frank exited the club with a young man, who looked about their age or a little younger.
"Here they are. Star, this is James and that's Remus," Frank said while nodding at them. Frank gestured at the young man and said, "Mates, this is Star. He just got off, so I've invited him along. Is that okay?"
"'Cors," James replied hesitatingly. He looked slightly uncomfortable but quickly shook Star's hand. Frank and him began to walk away from the club while Remus and Star followed behind.
"Fag?"
"What?" Remus sputtered and spun to face Star, who was dangling a cigarette towards him. For a moment, Remus felt conflicted, as he didn't truly smoke but wanted to appear friendly. He settled for shaking his head while giving a little laugh, that sounded vaguely hysterical even to his own ears.
If offended, Star hid it well. He simply shrugged and lit the cigarette himself before taking a long drag. Remus couldn't help but notice that the man was very attractive. He was of average height and pale, but his long dark lashes complimented his prominent cheekbones perfectly. And with his straight nose and full, slightly chapped pink lips, he was beautiful to look at. Remus had never really understood why a man would like long hair, but on Star, the long wavy black hair framed his highly structured face, ivory skin and dark grey eyes beautifully.
Intending to distract himself, Remus smiled politely at the dancer and asked, "So, Star? That can't be your real name."
Star barked out a laugh and said, "No. Gods, it's such a shit fake name, I can't even imagine some poor bloke having it as his real name."
Remus smiled and held out his hand. "Remus Lupin, nice to meet you." Star shook his hand but looked confused.
"Sorry, but we were already introduced."
Blushing Remus gave another, unfortunately hysterical, laugh. "Yeah, I know. But you never said your real name and…I mean, you already know mine. It's only fair really."
"Oh." Star didn't say anything else, and Remus suddenly felt too uncomfortable to speak either. He didn't understand why the man wouldn't just say his real name. What would Remus do with that information anyways? His thoughts were interrupted when Star cleared his throat and bit out, "Sirius."
"Sirius?"
"Yeah." Taking a deep drag on his cigarette before crushing it to the pavement, he quietly said, "That's my name."
Remus smiled at him as they approached the building Frank's flat was in. "That's much better than Star."
Sirius gave a small smile as they began up the stairs to the flat. Remus thought he looked quite sweet with that almost shy smile, and his faded purple jumper, his shaggy hair a little windblown.
It may just be the nicest smile he's ever seen.
"I want you to fuck me." Remus stood panting as lips pressed to his again. He felt the mouth press hot, open kisses along his jaw before coming back up to his lips, "Remus. I want you to fuck me."
Unexpected felt like a complete understatement in relation to what was happening at the moment. Remus, when getting dressed to go visit Frank, had never imagined that he would be standing in a comprising in a bathroom with a stripper while Frank and James slept in the next room. If he felt any hesitation, it was only out of pure shock.
His friends didn't know he wasn't straight, and he wasn't ready for them to know. Not that there was any chance of them finding out right now, seeing as both Frank and James were in a drunken slumber. What made him hesitate was that he was still unable to believe this was happening. An hour ago, he and Sirius had searched through Frank's record collection while the others proceeded to get miserably drunk.
He's not sure what happened to lead to him following Sirius into the bathroom, giggling like mad before pressing him against the sink and snogging him thoroughly. It didn't matter either as they were both now standing there in only their pants, bodies pressed so close together that Remus could feel the thumping of Sirius' heart.
Deciding that now was the time to be honest, Remus dropped to his knees and pulled down the raven-haired man's pants. At the look of surprise on Sirius' face, Remus raised his eyebrows and said, "There is no way I'm going to last long enough for that." He then gently engulfed the swollen head of the cock in front of him.
Sucking lightly, he began to fist the part of the cock that wasn't in his mouth. Remus felt fingers tighten in his hair and looked up to see dark, hungry eyes watching him intently. As he fit more of the cock into his mouth and sucked hard, Sirius cried out, and his eyes fluttered as he tried to keep them open.
Moving one hand to Sirius' hip, he began to bob his head up and down along the shaft while dragging his tongue along the underside. He used his other hand to cup Sirius' balls and causing a choked off moan. Reaching his hand further back, he lightly touched along the perineum before moving sliding his finger along the crack of Sirius' ass.
Sirius' breathing audibly picked up as Remus circled the pucker, and when he gently pressed, Sirius tugged at his hair.
"I…" The sounds coming out of his mouth made Remus groan in frustration. He was regretting deciding to not fuck Sirius now that he's heard the sounds Sirius makes just from getting his asshole touched. "Fuck, Remus. I'm close…"
Remus removed both his hands and let the cock out of his mouth with a light pop. Standing so that they are chest to chest, Remus leans in to suck on Sirius's neck. He groans when he feels Sirius calloused hands take them both in hand and begin to move. As they thrust against each other, Remus moves to see Sirius' face and almost comes immediately.
His eyes are fluttering and his perfect, full lips part as he pants and moans. His pale skin is flushed, his dark hair sticking to his face and there is a look of pure pleasure on his face that Remus wants to remember until the day he dies.
Feeling his release coming, Remus bites down on Sirius' shoulder causing the man to cry out and come over their hands and stomachs. The warmth of the come and the feel of Sirius pressed against him is too much, and Remus comes with an almost silent groan.
The bathroom lights flicker as they slowly recover and begin to wipe themselves off. Smiling at each other, they dress and return to the living room where James and Frank still lie asleep.
"Uh, I should probably go." Sirius doesn't look at Remus when he says this but bends down to put on his shoes.
"Oh. All right." Remus tells himself he isn't disappointed. That it was just a one-off and not to be so bloody clingy. Except, it was an exceptionally good time and he'll be damned if he never gets to make good on the opportunity to fuck Sirius. "That was fun. Maybe…?"
"It was…nice." Sirius looks distinctly uncomfortable and hides behind his hair as he does up his shoes. Sparing a glance at the still sleeping figures, Sirius whispers, "Look. I know because of what I do, it may seem like I do this stuff all the time. But I don't. So I'm not sure what you want-"
"I want to fuck you." Merlin, where had that come from? Remus cursed himself as Sirius' eyes bulged out of his face, and his mouth dropped open in surprise. Remus, who prides himself on being tactful, has no idea what prompted him to say that.
Sirius face slowly changes from one of shock to one of nervousness before settling on an indecipherable smirk. "Already missed your chance for that, I'm afraid."
Pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, Sirius makes his way to the door. Before stepping through, he turns to Remus and opens his mouth as if to say something. Whatever he was going to say was lost as Remus pressed his mouth gently against his.
This kiss wasn't intense or hard like the ones before it, but long and sweet. If Remus was never going to do this again, he wanted to drown in the taste of those lips and feel them move against his one more time.
A moment later, Remus pulled away. Sirius, looking slightly dazed, gave that small, shy smile again.
"Goodbye, Remus."
Leaning against the door frame, Remus watched as Sirius disappeared down the stairs. Shaking his head, Remus closed the door and made his way to an empty couch. He decided that it was for the best that he probably wouldn't see Sirius again.
That last smile, although admittedly nice, was dangerous. It had caused a tug in his stomach that he hadn't felt in a long time, and he wasn't too keen to reacquaint himself with the feeling. Feelings like that tend to lead to places Remus just wasn't ready to go. And if, in the future, Remus happened to find himself hanging around the club or asking Frank about Sirius, it was because of unresolved sexual tension. There was nothing else he wanted from the man.
It was just pure, sexual attraction.