I am reminded of a colleague who reiterated "all my homosexual patients are quite sick" - to which I finally replied "so are all my heterosexual patients." ~Ernest van den Haag, psychotherapist
AN: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH can you say JASON MUNDAY CONCERT TICKETS! OH god I died! - Oh btw I wrote that a few days ago. At this point I am on my way home from the concert….. AND IT WAS BLOODY EFFING AMAZING!
Can you tell I hate Honey? Oh and yea, I'm evil. I know. Doncha love me? lol
Dedicated to Jason Munday, Alex Carpenter, and Mike Lombardo (Who I just heard for the first time tonight) You guys wrock and provide me with sooo much inspiration!
When Remus awoke, he was aware of a warm body next to his. He shifted his head and realized that his pillow wasn't actually a pillow, but a stomach. A BARE stomach. Why was he sleeping on a naked person?
Remus cracked open one eye to see a naked chest underneath him. A very MALE naked chest. His eyes wandered upwards. To whom did this nicely sculpted chest belong?
Aw shit. Remus groaned. Right there, underneath him, on HIS bed was none other than Sirius Black, wizard, best friend, and lady killer extraordinaire. The wizard looked absolutely beautiful to Remus, and if he hadn't previously been in love with him, he sure as bloody hell was now. The moonlight washed over his pale skin, making it appear even more white and translucent. His black locks were spilling over into his eyes, and he smiled fondly. He had to resist the urge to reach out and tuck that hair back out of Sirius' face.
Shit… What had happened last night? He couldn't remember drinking and he wasn't hung over. But at the same time, he didn't remember doing anything erm- inappropriate last night.
"Sirius," he whispered, afraid to wake the others. "Sirius- wake up." Sirius let out a grunt and a very sleepy
"Fie mur minush Remush."
"No Pads," He hissed. "Get up now!" Sirius rolled over in bed to face him. Oh my, was that what he thought it was? Yes- yes it was. There was definitely a COMPLETELY starkers man in his bed. Yes that' was morning wood! Uh huh, that was awkward! Oh Merlin- he hoped they he hadn't cuddled up to Sirius while he was sleeping. How embarrassing.
Sirius looked at him groggily, eyes barely open.
"Wha're you doin my bed Mooey?"
"This isn't your bed It's mi-" Was it his bed? Remus peeked his head out of the curtains to see a bedside table full of books and potions ingredients. Yes- It WAS his bed. Thank Merlin for small mercies.
"This is MY bed Padfoot. YOU are in MY bed. Not the other way around."
"Oh. Well then," He said sleepily. "Tha'sokay then. Night Remy." With that he turned and pulled Remus to his chest before sinking back into sleep.
"No- Sirius-" But he was cut off by an uncharacteristic snore.
Well, he thought, if you can't beat em, join em. And with that thought he nestled comfortably into Sirius' arms. He would deal with this in the morning. For now- he would just enjoy it. Well, if he could ignore the morning wood that was.
Sirius sighed and looked down at Remus contentedly. He'd fallen well for the 'I'm a sleepy Sirius' act. Even the snore. Sirius didn't usually snore very loudly. Peter had told him once that he breathed funny, but said it didn't quite make a whole snore.
He smiled fondly and pushed a stray hair behind a sleeping Remus' ear. Thank Merlin his hair didn't taste like honey. Sirius suppressed a shudder. He hated honey. It was yucky and sticky and it tasted the way his old house elf Knobson's sneezes used to smell.
The worst part was that it was bee vomit. He didn't like the idea of eating another creature's puke. How disgusting. Really! Who wanted to eat vomit? Weren't vomit flavored Berttie Botts enough? You don't see people eating troll snot, and that stuff smelled just like treacle tart.
Back in the present, Remus was snuffling and wiggling closer to Sirius. At that point Sirius wished he had had the presence of mind to put on clothing before falling into Remus' bed. Being completely starkers wasn't working for him.
He was getting a little uncomfortable in his nether regions, due to all the blood rushing down there. And that wasn't exactly morning wood. Being in bed with Remus was- exciting, to say the least. And even though he was sure Remus didn't feel the same, being who he was (Sirius Black), he could get away with a few more than friendly actions now and again. He had spent nights cuddling close to his friends before he had discovered his sexuality. Even before he had discovered girls, or wank mags, or any wanking or sexual activity at all.
But being here- with Remus… He couldn't help himself.
Slowly he inched forward and pressed tender kisses to his forehead until he awoke. Once Remus opened his groggy eyes he moved on to his mouth, placing one chaste kiss upon his lips.
He closed his eyes and moved in again, and with one subtle lick to Remus' bottom lip, he was given entrance. They spent what felt like hours in that tentative, but loving embrace, though in actuality it was but a few seconds.
Suddenly Remus pulled away.
"This isn't a dream," He whispered with mortification. "I'm so sorry Sirius. I- I didn't want you to know- I- I have to go. I'm so sorry." He jolted out of bed as fast as he could and pulled on his clothing.
"Rem, I- You don't have-"
"No Sirius, I'm really- I just have to go. I'll leave you alone, I'll- I'll never talk to you again."
"Remus, don't leave. Please." He finished tying his shoes and headed towards the door.
"I'll still be in school. We share a dorm, and classes. It's not like I'm leaving forever. Goodbye Sirius." And with tears in his eyes he closed the door.
"That's not what I meant Rem," He whispered to himself. "That's not what I meant."
