Staying Over – The Summer Fic.
Remus and Sirius are forced to share a bed due to Summer time hi-jinks. Kissing ensues.
A.N- I don't know how I feel about this one. I mean, it's okay… I hope. Let me know what you thought with a review… The bigger my ego, the faster the updates. (Yeah, that's right, bribery. I'm not above it.)
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Bloody Peter bloody Pettigrew… bloody idiot and his stupid bloody ideas and saying things like 'wouldn't it be funny If'… Well no, Pete it ISN'T bloody funny. Stupid arsing git.
Remus Lupin was less than impressed. He was currently hoping that two things would happen in the next thirty seconds. The first thing was that the world would very suddenly open and swallow him and two, that he would have the forethought to drag Peter into the abyss with him.
It had been a sweltering day, the boys had spent the day swimming in a nearby stream and desperately trying to avoid direct sunlight at all costs. The Marauders were together for the next seven days. The final free days of summer before they had to return to school. It was now ten hours into the week and suddenly Remus was unsure if this was a good idea. It had all started so promisingly. Remus had kissed his mother and father goodbye before boarding a train for the nearest town to the Potter's estate and walked to the house. He felt elation grow with every step, he had missed Sirius terribly. Remus had loved Sirius for as long as he could remember and he was very good at keeping that secret, thank you very much… Mind you, someone might have noticed him watching Sirius wrestle with James as he sat beneath a tree and pretended to read a book, but he was obviously just watching his friends. Thank God he never had to explain to anyone what the dreams were about, or why Amorentia smelled like wet dog and cinnamon and shampoo and spring nights and the forest and the dusty floor of the shrieking shack. And now all of that was about to come crashing down… stupid bloody Peter and his pranks.
After the boys had spent a day in the shade, and had eaten their fill of Mrs. Potter's wonderful cooking, they had retired to James bedroom, which was now home to three extra beds. They had told dirty jokes and swapped stories of their holidays so far and had fallen asleep eventually as the stifling heat fought even the most determined cooling charm. Remus woke in the very early hours, his bed soaked with sleep sweat and a call of nature ringing in his ears. As he stumbled out of the darkened room and into the hallway he was almost certain he heard Pete say "Wouldn't it be funny if…" followed by a small snort of laughter that sounded suspiciously like James'.
When Remus got back to the room minutes later he found Pete and James on the floor clutching their middles and laughing uproariously as Sirius stood over them in an uncharacteristically stern manner. Remus' bed was merrily on fire. Apparently Pete had thought it would be funny to throw a wet-start firework onto Remus' sweat-soaked sheets, James had agreed with him but Sirius had not, and if Remus was totally honest, he found this surprising. It seemed like just the thing that would amuse the mutt. And this had confused Remus, and led him to not really paying attention to what was being said, so before he knew it the fire was out, the bed deemed ruined and he was being pulled towards Sirius' bed by the strong arms he dreamed about. Still the Earth refused to swallow him up and save him from what could potentially be the worst night of his life. Not good he decided to himself. He had hidden his feelings so well up to this point, but for Merlin's sake he was a teenage boy and self-control only went so far so as he was pushed back into an insanely narrow bed he wondered if feigning leprosy would get him out of this jam. Then he felt Sirius slide into the bed beside him and an aristocratic hand brush his thigh and he could no longer focus on leprosy because all the blood in his body was now rushing in the wrong direction. Remus screwed his eyes shut McGonagall naked on a cold day… Dumbledore's saggy bum… Remus began to frantically list everything that was definitely a turn-off but Sirius was trying to get comfortable and had taken advantage of Remus' panicked paralysis to move the werewolf without argument. Remus soon found that no matter how many staff members and Slytherins performed salacious strip-teases in his mind, nothing could detract from the fact that a very real Sirius Black was at this point using Remus' thin shoulder as a pillow. Their feet were intertwined and Remus could feel Sirius' warm breath on his neck. Sirius' hair still smelled like sunshine as the boy shifted a little to get comfortable.
"Relax Moony, I confiscated the rest of the fireworks. Go to sleep." Sirius whispered, hugging Remus in what he probably felt was a reassuring manner but all it did was send Remus' heart racing and resulted in the werewolf tensing more.
"Merlin, Moony! Are you okay? Talk to me."
"I-I'm fine, Padfoot… It's just a little cramped, y'know… and hot. You're hot… Uh, I mean you're sweating and sticking to me and it's getting harder… oh Merlin, I mean more difficult for me to relax…" Remus finally decided three sentences too late to shut up. He felt a sweaty hand reach up to his forehead.
"Are you sure you weren't in the bed when that berk threw the fireworks in? You're not making any sense! Sensible Moony can't be senseless… it doesn't work that way." Sirius joked.
"Sorry Pads, I can only imagine it's the heat. Yeah, that's it, the heat." Remus agreed with himself.
With that Sirius reached beside the bed and cast a cooling charm over the two of them.
"Better?" He asked as he settled down onto Remus' shoulder once again.
"Er, sure." Remus agreed before he tried his hardest to relax. He failed miserably. Sirius shifted a few times before he sat up again.
"It's me isn't it?" Sirius asked.
"What?" Remus asked hoping he hadn't given himself away.
"James told you that I'm… bent, and now you're worried I'll rape you when you sleep or something."
"You're what?" Remus asked sitting up next to Sirius so they were now shoulder to shoulder.
"I'm gay. James promised he wouldn't say anything." Sirius began casting dark looks across the room to the snoring figure furthest from them.
"He didn't say anything. You did." Remus tried not to be too hopeful. Just because he's gay doesn't mean he wants a scrawny bookworm who occasionally becomes a snarling man-eating wolf.
"Well?" Sirius asked as Remus descended into his thoughts.
"Well, what?"
"Do you hate me?"
Remus laughed. "That would be a bit hypocritical of me, wouldn't it?"
"Being a werewolf and being gay is a bit different." Sirius began.
"What about a gay werewolf?" Remus asked turning his head to the side to gaze at Sirius, using the opportunity to drink in the other boy's features. He watched them go from puzzlement to shock to a strange smile and in between there was something else, but Remus couldn't pick it.
"How long have you known?" Sirius asked.
"Well, I think it was probably something I've always known, but it became screamingly obvious when I fell in love with a boy."
"Who?" Sirius asked a little too quickly.
"Eh? What's it to you?"
"Moony, what if we're both after the same guy? That could get messy."
"I highly doubt that scenario. You can't love this person romantically."
Sirius made a face of pure horror, he looked around tentatively before he asked "It's not Snivellus is it?"
"Oh Padfoot, give me some credit, please. I am genuinely insulted."
"Sorry Moons. Love is blind and all that…"
"Who do you fancy?"
"Eh?" Sirius almost leapt off the bed in surprise.
"Who. Do. You. Fancy?" Remus asked again.
"Well, if you're not sharing, neither am I." He pouted like a child.
"Like that is it?" Remus asked, a lop-sided grin on his face.
"Indeed." Sirius replied, wary of what Remus' smile could mean.
"Ve haff vays of making you talk!" Remus said in a terrible German accent.
"No." Sirius looked terrified.
"I'm curious, and I must know."
"Curiosity killed the cat, Moony."
"Good. I hate cats."
"Now… Think about this…" Sirius was out of the bed and backing away towards the door of the room. Remus pulled the thin sheet back from his lap and stuck a foot out of the bed.
Sirius bolted. Remus leapt up and pursued him, they ran almost silently through the house, Sirius burst out of the back door and ran into the night. Remus followed hot on his heels through the pre-dawn light. He was gaining on the animagus and he knew it. Remus wondered why he cared so much who Sirius liked, and put up a very brief struggle before he realised it was jealousy, pure and simple. A bloke had taken what he wanted and would therefore be the butt of a few nasty, yet well planned, excellently executed and untraceable pranks. Before long Remus caught up with Sirius and tackled the raven haired boy to the ground. Remus pinned him and looked down at the frame beneath him.
"Who is it, Padfoot? Tell me, or I'll tickle." Sirius Black was insanely ticklish. Sirius tried to struggle before he looked away and took a deep, shaky breath. He wouldn't look at Remus as a tear slid down his cheek.
"It's you." He whispered, "It's always been you and now you'll hate me and things will be weird and we won't be friends anymore and it'll be like the sun went out without you."
"Sirius." Remus whispered. Sirius turned his head to look at the werewolf and found him a lot closer than he thought he would be. Remus tried not to whoop with joy before he kissed Sirius. It started out tentatively, gently and slow. Remus tried to memorise each line and curve of Sirius' mouth, he tried to live within the perfect taste of the boy beneath him, he tried to put his heart and soul into Sirius with one kiss… but as I mentioned before, Remus is a teenage boy and self-control can only go so far, so before long the slow gentle kisses gave way to teeth and tongues and rough hands and urgent hips, moans and curses and grunts. Finally the boys lay in each other's arms hoping to see the sun rise on their first day together, but they fell asleep too soon, and were snoring quietly the next morning when, unfazed, James and Peter came and kicked them awake and told them breakfast was ready and could they please put on some bloody pants.
A.N- I apologise if anyone got a mental image of Dumbledore's saggy bum… sorry! Here's a mental band-aid to patch that up *sticks*
