It was the morning after their romantic encounter the previous night and Remus was staring at himself in the mirror of their shared bathroom.
For the first time in years he realized that he actually liked what he saw and even produced a smile he couldn't help.
They said pregnant woman had some kind of glow. He knew it was impossible to be pregnant due to the fact he was not only a virgin but also a man,
but he sure was glowing himself. He was happy.

The water in the sink made a rushing, calming noise when his hands moved through it and washed his face.
The cool water on his skin was something he needed every morning. It calmed him down and woke him up at the same time.
It was a ritual. Something he did every morning. It was his little moment.
Until, of course, one of his slightly more noisy roommates would pop it and ruin it.

And that was about to happen. As it had every single morning for the past 6 years.
The door opened behind him but he didn't pay any attention to which of his roommates it was until whoever opened it, locked it.
That was something a little more unusual.
When he turned around he found a sleepy Sirius with his eyes still half closed.
But even this early in the morning, and to be honest Remus was quite surprised the boy was awake, he managed to produce his cheeky smile.

'Morning, handsome!' The animagus said with a croaky voice. His curls were fluffy and poking and creating a birds nest that could James make jealous.
He was just wearing his boxers for he refused to sleep in too much fabric. There were a few pillow wrinkles on his cheek.
One of them seemed to be shaped like a lightning bold.

'Like what you see?' Sirius grinned and he whirled around to show his every side.
'You look like you just fell out of a tree.' Remus answered and Sirius lowered his arms.
'What a cruel thing to say to your lover!' He exclaimed and Remus cringed.
'Shht!'
'Ahh don't worry Moony. They're still vast asleep.' Sirius raised his arms again and stretched.
Even if the boy looked as if he had just fallen out of a tree, it was still a lovely sight.

With his arms high above his head, eyes closed and head resting against his upper arm, he seemed like a strange, peaceful painting.
He stood on his toes with one foot and the other foot barely even touched the ground. His ribs were just visible above his modest muscled stomach.
A few dark, curly hairs escaped from his underwear and formed a perfect little line towards his navel.
Remus could recall the soft and musky smell of those little hairs.

He hadn't noticed Sirius was looking at him until he grinned widely.
'So you do like what you see!' He barked and Remus rolled his eyes, making his way out of the bathroom.
'Hey hey hey!' Sirius launched himself towards the door and blocked the exit. 'Not yet!'
'Sirius, breakfast is in twenty minutes.'
'That is like, forever!' Sirius shouted, waving his hands through the hair before ruffling them through Remus' hair.
'And look at that, now you look like you fell out of a tree too!' Sirius shouted happily.
Remus sighed and stared at Sirius.
'What do you want?' Remus asked.
'You. Me. Water. That is all I ask.'

Remus didn't need to ask what the boy meant by that for he turned on the shower and a cloud of steam spread through the bathroom.
'Come on. It's so lovely.' Sirius smiled and pulled of his boxers.
Remus hesitated. Showers made him all drowsy, therefore he preferred to take them in the evening.
But Sirius was standing there all naked and sleepy and so beautiful that he didn't need to hesitate any longer.

He took of his clothes for yes, he preferred to be fully dressed as soon as he woke up.
Even though Sirius made it clear he didn't mind the scars, Remus still didn't feel comfortable about it.
Now he didn't mind much though. Not around Sirius. Not anymore.
He found his way through the steamy clouds towards the hot, streaming water where his boyfriend, he still had to get used to it,
was already soaking himself and it was even more beautiful than seeing him stretch.

His eyes were closed, his arms resting beside his body as if they had no part in this world.
His head was slightly tilted and the water streamed down his curls, his shoulders and the rest of his body in thick streams of liquid perfection.
Slowly the eyes opened and the mouth smiled as the arms found their use again and reached for Remus.

'Just ten minutes.' The most beautiful voice in the world spoke. 'Just stand here with me.'
And Remus did. If he thought hand jobs and blowjobs were amazing, and of course they were, this was as least as amazing.
Even though there was no jerking or sucking involved, not even kissing, it was wonderful. His head rested on Sirius' shoulder as the water poured down on his head.
Their arms were wrapped around each other and their skins, silk and slippery from the water, slid past each other in every little movement they made.

They stood there for what seemed an eternity and neither of them seemed to care how long ten minutes were again until someone knocked on the door.
'Get out of there, wankers! I can't show up at breakfast all smelly. Evans will hate me!'
'She already does!' Sirius shouted back but nevertheless turned off the water.
Both boys dried themselves off as fast as possibly, Sirius putting back on his boxers, Remus everything else too.

When the door opened they found James, tapping his foot impatiently.
But his eyebrows raised when he found Remus with soaked hair and flushing cheeks from the hot water.
'What the hell! You never shower in the morning, you hate it!' Remus swallowed and eyed Sirius.
His eyes tried to tell the boy he wasn't ready to tell yet. Not yet. But what on earth was his excuse?
'It was the bird man.' Sirius said and James frowned.
'A bird, what bird?'
'The bird! Don't tell me you didn't see it! We should never leave open the window. A bird flew in this morning and pooped on Remus' head. He had to was it out, see?'
He ruffled the werewolf's wet hair.
'A bird?' James asked again.
'A bird.' Sirius answered and walked off.

Sirius walked to his bed and Remus hastily made his way to the common room but he could still hear James mumble in disbelieve.

'A bird… Right.'