Chapter 3 is finally here! I'm sorry it took so long to get up, but I've been on vacation. Thank you so much to all of my wonderful reviewers! I came home and nearly died of happiness when I saw all the reviews. So thank you once again.

He was drunk. Remus looked ruefully at the four firewhisky bottles lying around him and knew that he was totally inebriated. But at the same time, it felt rather nice to be free of worries for a while.

Across from him, sprawled over the couch, James snored loudly with eight empty bottles scattered about him. At least Remus hadn't passed out yet.

Near the couch, lying on the floor, Peter was hiccupping and cackling madly to himself about the mushrooms he had burned. Remus was quite sure that Peter would be out soon too.

Pulling himself shakily to his feet, Remus began to totter across the room. The room tilted dangerously and he had barely taken two steps when he fell over.

"Why Moonykins," came an amused voice, "a little tipsy, are we?"

Remus slowly looked around, and finally spotted the source of the voice. He glared at the rakishly handsome Sirius, who had his shirt half undone and his hair in his eyes.

"Why is it," Remus asked, "that you seem perfectly fine but you've drunk almost as much as James?" He tried to sound angry, but the effect was diminished by his slightly slurred voice.

"Because I," laughed Sirius, "am Sirius Black, wonder-boy extraordinaire. And I can drink almost anyone under the table."

Remus glared and Sirius just grinned. Then Sirius got up and walked over to Remus's side. Perhaps Sirius was more drunk than he seemed, Remus thought, as Sirius weaved madly on his way over.

With a flop, Sirius dropped himself next to Remus. Or rather, where he thought was next to Remus. He actually landed right on top of Remus.

"Gyah!" Remus shrieked as Sirius squished him.

"Sorry mate," Sirius laughed, rolling off Remus to land on the floor.

Remus continued to glare, so Sirius did what he always did. He transformed into Padfoot, and gave Remus the puppy eyes. But to Remus's surprise, he quickly transformed back with a groan.

"Padfoot?" Remus asked worriedly. "What's wrong?"

"Ugh, my head," moaned Sirius, his hands over his eyes. "Oh, way too much firewhisky for the poor doggie. The world is spinning. I think I'm going to be sick."

"No no no nonono," Remus groaned. Sirius was laying half on top of him and he definitely did not want Sirius to barf all over him. He thought frantically of a way to keep himself clean.

"Here, maybe this will help," Remus said. He began to massage Sirius's temples, trying to ease the headache. He felt Sirius sigh and relax slightly.

"Oh, that feels wonderful Remus," Sirius sighed, shifting so that his head was in Remus's lap. Remus smiled and continued to massage Sirius's temples and slowly moved to the rest of his head.

There was something very relaxing about giving someone a massage. Remus felt himself relaxing along with Sirius as he ran his hands in soothing circles. He was almost asleep when Sirius raised himself up to a sitting position.

"Massage my back and shoulders too," Sirius demanded as he stripped off his shirt. He threw himself back on the floor, not noticing Remus's alarmed look.

Remus stared as Sirius threw his shirt to the side. How had he never noticed how handsome Sirius was before? The fire lit up Sirius's bronze skin and put highlights in his black hair. Muscles rippled slightly across Sirius's toned body.

Wait, he couldn't be having these thoughts. Sirius was his womanizing best friend. Of course he was handsome, he was the most popular boy in school. It was okay to think your friend was good looking, right?

"Please?" Sirius asked plaintively when Remus didn't immediately start. Blinking to snap out of his trance, Remus nodded.

Nervously, he placed his hands on Sirius's perfect back and began to massage. He could feel Sirius's back move up and down as he breathed. His back was so soft yet so strong.

"Harder," Sirius said in a muffled voice. Remus felt his face getting warm, but he complied. Sirius made happy little noises as Remus worked the tense kinks out of his neck and back. Remus was beginning to enjoy the feeling of Sirius's skin under his hands.

"Moony, you are a talented man," Sirius mumbled into the floor. "I think I'm in love with your hands. They do wonderful things, truly. I haven't felt anything so wonderful since – well since I can remember."

Remus stared blankly at the back of Sirius's head, his hands still massaging without his mind working. It's a good thing Sirius isn't looking at me right now, he thought. He hoped his friend couldn't read his thoughts at the moment.

"Remus, are you alright?" Sirius asked. Remus's hands jerked to a stop as he realized Sirius was looking up at him from behind his curtain of hair. "Your face is all red."

"It's probably the alcohol," Remus lied, trying not to blush harder. But Sirius just nodded and put his head back down as Remus resumed his ministrations.

Finally, Sirius sat up and drowned another bottle of firewhisky in one go. He grabbed Remus and planted a large, wet kiss on his cheek. He then promptly fell into Remus's lap, fast asleep.

"Sirius, you bloody wanker," Remus muttered touching his face where Sirius had kissed him.

Remus could feel his entire body burning now. He was sure his face would be able to glow in the dark. He tried to move Sirius off him, but Sirius was larger than he was and was a dead weight.

Eventually, Remus gave up and grabbed the last bottle of firewhisky. He took a huge gulp and then settled himself in a more comfortable position, feeling his eyelids getting heavy.

It really wasn't that uncomfortable to have Sirius sleeping on top of him.

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