It was a particulairly boring day at work. And that was probably a good thing because Remus' mind certainly didn't have a boring day.
As he was in the cellar of the library, sorting the returned books so he could put them back in the right place, he kept thinking about what Padfoot had said earlier.
We're practically married.Were they? Could you be practically married if the person you shared most of your meals with, talked to about your day and sometimes even watched the same movies with was nothing more than words?
He was right though, in some sort of way. Had Padfoot been in his life, had they actually spend the past three years like that.. Remus probably would've proposed. But it wasn't, was it. He had no idea what Padfoot looked like. He could be anything. An old, grey man with a beard up to his knees. A skinny, scrawny kid with unruly hair (he somehow pictured a younger James at that). Oh God. What if he turned out to be a fat, spoiled brat that looked like a pig in a wig? He was aristocratic after all. There was no saying he wasn't a spoiled, fat brat.. Oh god..
Not to mention that he was seriously worried that Padfoot was too young for him. Sixteen or eighteen. He typed that way sometimes. Though Padfoot once told him he mostly typed that way to defy his parents, who had always pushed him to be the best and the most perfect and how he resented that. Though that still sounded like a boy of sixteen or eighteen. And that was just wrong.
'Hello? Earth to mister Lupin?'
With a dazed look in his eyes and three books in his hands he looked up, straight in the eyes of actual James. A handsome, thirty-something guy with indeed unruly hair and glasses that did nothing to hide his bright brown eyes.
'Ah good, you are still alive.'
'Yes. Sorry. One has to keep himself occupied mentally during the cellar duty, I'm afraid.' Remus smiled apologetic.
'I can see that.' James looked around, not completely impressed. He didn't like books, you see. He was married to Remus' collegue Lily and often picked her up from work, especially since she was now very, very pregnant and James very, very protective.
'I'm about to take the misses home. She asked me if you remembered to check the boxes? Not sure what she meant but something about boxes.'
'Boxes for the booksigning. Right. Yes I will. Now you go take home your lovely lady and give her a nice cup of coco. And if you really want to make her happy, three marshmallows.'
James gave him a thumbs up on his way out.
'It's kinda creepy you know my wife better than I do, though!' He shouted over his shoulder, earning himself a SHHHH from the people on top of the stairs.
It wasn't, though. They went to school together, Lily and Remus. Even though Remus was five years her senior, he had had a difficult youth and had since always been slightly behind on things. They were friends for quite some time now and very close. It's a good thing James wasn't a very jealous kind of guy (at least not once he tied the knot with Lily) because they were ridiculously close. It was probably a good thing too that Lily knew he was gay so she wouldn't think he meant something else by caring so much about her.
Lily was also the only person in the world that knew Remus wasn't very keen on making his homosexuality a well-known fact. She was also the only person that knew Padfoot existed. And at that, that they met in a chatroom that was pretty much.. Well. Not even pretty much. That was just about sex chatting. He was still a bit ashamed he told her that. But it was true. He was a pervert. She didn't seem to think so but he did. He was even about to quit going there the second or third time but then Padfoot started talking to him and they just hit it off. As much as two people could, talking about sex in a chatroom full off sleazy conversation.
With a sigh he signed of the last box of books and safely tucked away the form in desk drawer. There was a signing next week. Some writer, Orion White, coming to talk about his new book. He had written a rather unique book about forced marriage from the perspective of a man. Unfortunately, that meant a lot of women feeling all kinds of sympathy for the guy would show up on his book signing, drooling and more of that stuff. And frankly, Remus preferred his library quiet. As it was meant to be.
***
He was incredibly hungry but the moment he slammed the door shut behind him, he walked towards his laptop. Not his kitchen. He was an addict, choosing his addiction over a healthy lifestyle. Perhaps he really had to cut it out.
Moony: How was your day? Padfoot: A bit chaotic. But I took a glorious wank over you.
Moony: Tell me.Remus cursed at himself. Weak.
Padfoot: Why don't you tell me what you are wearing, first? Moony: Nothing exciting, I'm afraid. I just got back from work so.. A boring brown cardigan? Padfoot: Sounds snuggly. I bet the wool would tickle against my skin.. I'm naked, you see. Moony: I see..
Moony: Why don't you tell me about your.. adventure. Padfoot: Well. I was dreaming that for some ridiculous reason I ended up in London, in your library. It was around closing time and you still had some work to do in the cellar. Moony: That is pretty much what I did today. Are you spying on me? :) Padfoot: I wish.. But no. We were there. It is completely quiet, apart from one of those carts they ride around the books on.. Padfoot: So it's just us. It's a bit dark but that's okay. It intensifies feeling you. Smelling you. I take of my shirt and press myself against you. I take of your cardigan, imagining you are wearing a dress shirt underneath. Moony: I probably am..
Padfoot: I love dress shirts. I love how they somehow intensify the heat of your skin. I can feel it burn through the fabric against my naked skin. You hoist me up and put me down on one of those carts, pressing yourself against me and kissing my neck. It is so hot.. Moony: It is..
Padfoot: And then.. Oh fuck.
Moony: Then what? Padfoot: I have to go. Sorry. Ttys. I'll explain tomorrow, they are here! Padfoot left the chatroom
