Remus
The bed was empty.
Remus was surprised he didn't have a hangover, and not at all surprised Sirius had ditched the bed.
In fact, he was sure Sirius had only ever stayed for the morning after with one girl, and that had not ended well. It had ended so badly, that he now resorted to hiding from her.
Remus shrugged. He was hurt by Sirius's callousness but he hadn't expected much. Sirius had only been sucked off by his mate, he hadn't accepted a marriage proposal.
The bed had been cleaned and the sheets had been pulled over Remus. It no longer smelt like sex and sweat, but it still smelt like Sirius, like firewhiskey and smoke. Remus pulled the covers over his head and wrapped a hand around his erection.
Considering the fact that Sirius's dick had been in his mouth last night, in this very bed, he felt no objection to wanking in it right now. He ran his hand up and down his dick, pulsing his hand gently. The memories of Sirius's dick hitting the back of his throat, and his hands pulling his hair, filled his mind.
"Sirius." Remus moaned, clamping his mouth shut immediately. He didn't want anyone to overhear him. To keep himself from attracting any unwanted attention, he stuck two fingers in his mouth, sucking hard. It was in no way similar to Sirius's cock, but Remus could pretend.
He had been drunk enough to suck off his straight friend last night, but he could still remember everything vividly. The rough way Sirius grabbed at him, the messy, mussed up look of Sirius's hair, and the needy tone in his voice as he begged for Remus to hurry up. He could remember Sirius's moans and his grey eyes watching him intently.
Remus came fast, the image of Sirius coming pushed him over the edge.
He pushed the now sticky sheets away from him and found his wand, placed on the bedside table probably by Sirius. After a hasty scourgify, he found his clothes strewn around the room and bounded quickly into the bathroom for a shower.
In the hot water, his hand found his cock again. He was already hard. It was ridiculous, he hadn't had to masturbate this much since he'd first discovered mastubation. But all he could think of was Sirius, and last night. It took him a bit longer to come this time, but it was still faster than usual.
Turning the heat down slightly, Remus wondered where Sirius had gone. He'd probably ran off to James to tell him about the huge mistake he made last night, and can I stay at yours tonight? In case Moony wants to jump my bones again...
Remus pressed his forehead to the wall tile angrily. Why was he such an idiot? Why did his lust control him? Why had he drank so much?
And for Merlin's sakes, why is Sirius straight? Remus thought, squeezing his shower gel into his hands. He ran his hands together creating bubbles, and his mind wandered. Maybe Sirius was straight, but straight men don't let their male friends suck them off... Do they?
Remus shrugged, one blowjob did not mean anything. Especially not when you're drunk.
Once he'd successfully gotten rid of the smell of sex, Remus wrapped a towel around himself and ducked into his own room. He came back out in clean clothes, feeling like maybe he could get through today without sticking his hands down his pants again... Maybe. His stomach rumbled loudly, distracting him from the filthy thoughts in his mind. With water still dripping from his hair, he made his way downstairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, he froze, looking into the kitchen in surprise. Not only was Sirius still in the building – fully dressed – but he was eating breakfast.
Actual breakfast.
Breakfast that hadn't been made by Lupin, and didn't consist entirely of black coffee and a cigarette.
Remus opened his mouth but found no words. He hadn't been expecting Sirius to be here. He certainly hadn't expected him to be eating toast, and smiling like he'd just punched Snape in the face. Remus had no idea what he was supposed to say to him. What are you supposed to say to someone in this situation?
Hey, thanks for letting me suck your cock last night, it's not awkward between us right?
He really wanted to just hide in his bedroom, but instead, he stepped fully into the room, and sat down at the table. Hope was nowhere to be found, saving her from witnessing the awkward conversation that was no doubt on it's way.
Sirius didn't look up. He picked up a slice of toast, and slid the plate with the remaining three slices towards Remus. Remus took the toast and bit into it, keeping his eyes fixed on Sirius. He hadn't shaved this morning and his stubble had already started to appear. Remus felt the odd urge to press his lips to the stubble, and took another bite of his toast. His hair looked soft and Remus could smell his shampoo from here. There were dark shadows under his eyes, and he looked tired. But he couldn't keep the smile off his face when he looked up at Remus.
"Morning." He said, licking butter off his bottom lip.
Remus swallowed a mouthful of toast, and averted his eyes from Sirius's lips, "Morning."
Sirius's eyes trailed down Remus's neck and stopped at the point where his shoulder met his neck. He laughed softly to himself and Remus's hand flew up to find what he was laughing at. Then he realised his t-shirt had quite a wide collar and his lovebite was probably on show. Heat flooded his cheeks. He had never liked lovebites, but he loved this one. It was like a mark of possession, a reminder of last night.
Sirius laughed again, and downed the remainder of his orange juice. He stood up, leant back down and kissed Remus on the lips. Placing a hand on the back of his neck to keep him in place. Remus licked his lips when Sirius moved away to place his glass into the sink. Even though he'd spent the majority of last night kissing Sirius, he was still not over it. Maybe he'd never get used to the feeling of Sirius's lips on his.
Sirius lifted the empty plate from Remus and put it in the sink too. Remus watched him bemusedly. Now he was washing the dishes? Had Sirius hit his head last night? Was he still drunk?
"Sirius, what..." Remus asked, gesturing to encompass all of Sirius with his hand. He turned and winked at Remus, and Remus rolled his eyes, "Why don't you just use your wand?"
Sirius dried his hands on a towel and joked, "It got enough use last night."
Remus laughed, slightly embarrassed, and shook his head. Sirius didn't find it weird between them. He was okay with what happened last night. Remus was pretty sure he was still asleep, and this was all some very vivid, very realistic dream.
He stood up and hugged Sirius from behind, resting his head on his shoulder. He was so happy. All it had taken was a fake relationship – and a few bottles of firewhiskey – for Sirius to realise he liked Remus too. All the creeping doubts Remus had ever had about Sirius's feelings disappeared. Sirius ran his hands down Remus's forearms and entwined their fingers.
Someone cleared their throat behind them. Remus released Sirius and turned to face his mum.
"Morning." He said, unable to stop smiling.
Sirius glanced at his watch, "I have to go. Some of us have jobs." He teased, throwing an amused look at Remus.
"And some of us are werewolves." Remus countered, rolling his eyes when Sirius kissed him on the cheek. He walked towards Hope, a slight swagger in his walk, and kissed her on the cheek too. He was just about to apparate, when there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it-"
"No, I'll get it." Remus interrupted Sirius, sidestepping him and Hope, "You go to work. If you're late again, I won't be the only unemployed one."
Remus walked towards the door, aware that he was still grinning from ear-to-ear but he couldn't stop. It was pathetic, really. He couldn't be blamed though. Sirius might not be his actual boyfriend (yet) but he was closer than he'd ever been.
He opened the door, and his smile faltered for the first time since he'd seen Sirius this morning. Gina stood on the doorstep. Gina Lane. Sirius's ex girlfriend. Remus realised his luck was about to run out.
"Um, hi?" Remus asked, his eyes trailing the length of her very short, very revealing dress.
"Is he here?" She asked, looking bored.
"He's..." Remus glanced behind him, Sirius was still stood in the kitchen laughing about something with Hope. Remus turned back around and saw that Gina had spotted Sirius too. She shoved past Remus and into the house. Remus, more confused than ever, followed her quickly.
He wondered why she was here. He wondered what he had possibly done to deserve her arrival. After everything she'd done to him in the past, he would be perfectly fine never seeing her again.
When Sirius had dated Gina in sixth year, she'd been horrible. She was controlling and bossy, and she held some unfortunate opinions on werewolves. Remus wasn't entirely convinced she hated all werewolves, probably just the ones that were in love with her boyfriend. She had hexed Remus on more than one occasion, but Sirius didn't know that, of course.
Their messy relationship had ended in a huge argument and Remus had been sure Sirius would have killed anyone who got in his way that day.
Still, Sirius had made it work with her for five months, longer than he had with anyone else.
Remus felt like he was deflating as Gina got to the kitchen. Sirius turned around then, and his own smile faltered but didn't disappear, when he caught sight of her.
"Gina?" He asked, throwing a perplexed look at Remus. Remus just shrugged, as lead dropped into his stomach.
"We need to talk." She said, her voice sounding sweeter than it had moments ago. Remus felt like he was about to be sick. Hope glanced between the three of them. Remus didn't have the energy to explain anything to her, he just let her draw her own conclusions. Right now, he didn't care about his and Sirius's fake relationship, he cared about their real one.
"I'm..." Sirius threw a quick glance at Remus, looking away less than a second later, "I'm about to go to work."
"I'll come." She said, shrugging. Before Remus could say anything, she grabbed Sirius's hand and the two of them disappeared with a loud CRACK.
Remus stared at the space Sirius had just left. Hope disappeared and the sound of the kettle filled the kitchen. Remus stayed still. He was an idiot. He had been right this morning. Sirius eating breakfast and kissing him meant nothing. He was still Sirius, and Sirius still loved girls in short dresses. What was Remus compared to Gina Lane?
Their relationship was fake, of course it was fake. Remus knew this! When the week was over, and Hope was gone, Sirius would stop pretending, stop kissing Remus and smiling like he was the best thing in the world, because none of this was real. Sirius was a good liar, and they were not dating.
He couldn't believe he'd forgotten.
Remus walked towards his room, ignoring his mum's questions. He found his own bed and lay down, pulling his knees to his chest.
