Author's Note: New post! Song is Whip/Nae Nae by Silentó. Enjoy!
-Chapter Seven-
Now watch me whip.
"Kill it."
Watch me nae nae.
"Okay."
Now watch me whip whip, watch me nae nae.
"Can you do it, Black?" James shouted.
Sirius grinned and shook his head, music thumping around him, as he whisked a few eggs and some milk together in a glass mixing bowl, all atop a white marble countertop, the morning sun pouring into the open space through numerous full-length windows. His best friend was dancing exuberantly in a pair of bright red and gold trunks with matching sunglasses in the center of his family's beach house kitchen along to the rather fitting song blaring out of the room's speakers.
"What's wrong, afraid I'll show you up?"
Sirius strolled lazily towards the refrigerator to scavenge its contents himself as he ignored the taunting, James clearly thinking scrambled eggs consisted of only two ingredients. Sirius shoved his friend away when he leaned in to sing obnoxiously in his ear as he passed. "Everyone knows I'm a way better dancer than you, Jamie."
Now watch me
Ooh watch me, watch me
Ooh watch me, watch me
Ooh watch me, watch me
Ooh ooh ooh ooh.
James laughed as he continued to dance. They'd decided against sleeping, James because his 'Lilyflower' was getting dressed to go swimming with him at that very moment much to his complete excitement, and Sirius, well, because something was keeping him up. A certain sandy blond to be specific. "Yeah, but not as good of a dancer as Remus. Shit, that guy can move. I heard him turn you down again on the way here." There was a pause. "That must hurt."
"You know," Sirius said suddenly annoyed, his friend grinning unapologetically at him, "We were supposed to go back to Gryffindor Tower this morning not hang out at the beach. We're not kids anymore, we have a job to do."
"Don't worry, we'll go tomorrow instead," James said with a shrug, "Why're you in such a hurry, you know we have a month before we need to have anything written up, want to see your stripper boyfriend again?"
"Fuck you." The dark-haired man scowled as some thought struggled to form in his sleep-deprived mind, and he jerked open the refrigerator whose paneling matched the cherry cabinets surrounding it, and grabbed out some rosemary from the top shelf and a small block of parmigiano-reggiano from a drawer. He needed a new approach to the unbelievably closed-off guy named Remus. Not that he couldn't take no for an answer, because he could, had. But the more he was forced to interact with the snarky bastard, the more he felt like something was off, that he wasn't giving him a fair chance, and he didn't know why. Maybe he had insulted him somehow before, he did feel really familiar, and he did have a tendency to upset people, particularly guys he'd interacted with.
Sirius recalled intelligent hazel eyes, a wry grin, short but messy sandy locks and a perfectly lean physique, familiarity ringing in his thoughts with certainty. He was sure he'd remember him if it had been anything significant though. The thought of the sandy blond kneeling down in front of him or bending over for him wasn't likely something he'd forget so easily... Maybe he should ask him again or maybe—the dark-haired man shook his head, pushing the train of thought away. He needed to just chill out, he was starting to get on his own nerves.
He turned back around. "It was nice of your mom to have the kitchen filled," he said offhandedly as he made his way back around his best friend, who was shaking his legs rather impressively.
Break your legs (break 'em dog)
Tell 'em break your legs (break 'em, break 'em)
Break your legs (break 'em dog)
Tell 'em break your legs (break 'em, break 'em)
Break your legs (break 'em dog)
"Come on Sirus, you need to loosen up, join in!" James called out as Sirius began to pull off blades of rosemary to dice up. He began to move closer.
Now watch me
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop
Now watch me
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop
"If you start grinding up against me, I'm going to beat the shit out of you," Sirius said, and his friend danced back away only to superman.
Remus sat, leaned back, a pair of blacked-out sunglasses on to shield alcohol-sensitized eyes from the low hanging sun. It was too early, and he felt like shit. He'd tried to get in some sleep, but he'd just ended up staring at the ceiling for half an hour before giving up.
He took another sip of ice cold water from the liter-sized bottle in his right hand, ignoring the feel of soft, white sand between his toes. Lily had mentioned getting more alcohol for the evening too; dancing was going to be a bitch if he didn't start feeling better.
"Looking nice."
Sandy brows lifted, making a pointed appearance before settling back behind black rims. "Is that supposed to make me feel good?"
A barking laugh responded, Sirius Black standing in a pair of white board shorts, no shirt to cover his torso or hide the years of careful exercising and lifting the dark-haired man'd put into said body part. He flashed a wide grin down at the grumpy blond sitting on a beach chair alone as James and his new red-head laughed like fucking idiots in the foamy surf yards away. He sniffed, eyeing the guy's short ruffled locks, and narrowly set lips. "You could repay the compliment," he offered in a helpful tone.
Remus took a slow drink, enjoying the soothing feel of it on his tongue, his mouth feeling like all its moisture had been sucked out of it. "Looking nice."
Sirius gave a deprecating shrug. "I try, I do workout."
Remus bit down on the side of his tongue as it curled against his cheek, his lips trying to tug up wryly, and he shook his head and looked out to the ocean. "Good for you." He watched Lily lean over and point out something to James in the water swirling around their calves, and when the wild-haired man crouched down, she splashed him in the face. Screaming ensued as James grabbed her around the waist when she made to run off, and he lifted her into the air. Remus rolled his eyes and looked away.
"It's disgusting, isn't it?"
Remus sighed. "It's like a sappy rom-com."
Sirius chuckled, settling down in the chair beside the sandy blond. He leaned back, his grey eyes flicking over to the man beside him. "What kind of movies are you into?"
Remus shrugged. "Not many."
The dark-haired man nodded at that, not having much to go on. "Music?" he tried.
Remus sighed and slouched down, taking another drink, as his mind flitted back to his work at the single word. He should just tell the guy, maybe he'd leave him alone then, that, or he'd be even more persistent. He said nothing.
"Listen," Sirius said, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his thighs, "we only have to be here for the day, how about I promise not to hit on you anymore, if you promise to keep me company."
Remus felt his lips turn up traitorously at the offer, but he said nothing.
"I'll even throw in something fun to sweeten the deal..."
Remus looked over after a moment's hesitance, happy his sunglasses were hiding his sudden interest. "What's that?"
Sirius stood back up then, and a grin spread across his face. "I'll take you shopping."
The sandy blond didn't say anything for a long moment. He did need a present for Lily, and anything sounded better than sitting and watching his best friend flirt with her new 'boyfriend.' "And that qualifies as fun?"
Sirius tilted his head to the side in a shrug of sorts. "It could."
Remus found himself standing up too, and he stretched, his hands extending far above his head, and he ignored the heavy presence beside him. He scrubbed a hand through his hair, his temples pulsing angrily at the action. "Yeah, okay, let me get dressed."
