'Worhaaah!'

Remus awoke with a start and attempted to jump from the bed at the loud noise beside him. His feet, however, got tangled in the bedsheets and he made a charming fall, face first, into the carpet of James' bedroom. He turned around, as good as he could, to find Sirius stretching.
'For fuck's sake.' He mumbled as he untangled his feet, fixed his nose and sat down on the edge of the bed in an attempt to calm his raging heart. He loved the boy to death, he really did. But why he had to be such an obnoxious loud yawner was beyond him. This was the fifth time this week he almost of completely broke his nose, trying to flee from the bed as he woke up startled from the loud noise.

'You really have to do something about that. It's not healthy!' He complained as Sirius finally seemed to be some sort of conscious.
'Whah aint?' Sirius mumbled, reaching out his fingers and carefully stroking Remus' back. They had shared the entire week together in James' bed, still at the Potter's place after that dreadful night. It had taken some time but they were back on a touching base right now.
'That yawning of course! I wake up every morning feeling like I'm lying next to.. I don't know. A Blast-Ended Screwt or something!'
Sirius chuckled as rolled over towards Remus and wrapped an arm around his skinny stomach, resting his head against his hip.
'I'll show you a Blast-Ended Screwt.'
Remus huffed but he couldn't deny he was glad Sirius was in the mood to make dubious jokes once again. They had come rather far from the completely broken boy from a week ago.
'You are completely insufferable.' Remus said as he tried to free himself from the arm. Useless. Sirius was a lot stronger. He's just lucky the moon is far away. Remus told himself.
'Don't go just yet.' Sirius mumbled and Remus could feel the hot breath against his hip.
'We have to. The train leaves in six hours and you haven't even packed your trunk yet. That is poor preparation Padfoot.'
'Well. We aren't all as prepared as Mister Moony now, are we.' Sirius retorted but nevertheless freed Remus from his grasp as sat up straight. Remus turned around and grinned at Sirius' face. He always had this lost little kid look over him when he just woke up. Dazy eyes, a slightly confused face as if he had yet to convince himself he was really awake. After a short while he got up, mumbled something about a shower and left the room. Remus shook his head, looking around. He had packed his own trunk over the past few weeks. His parents had sent them as he insisted to stay with Sirius until the holiday would end. Peter had joined shortly after. Perhaps it was cruel to ask Sirius to pack his trunk. He left almost everything behind. Still, the Potters had been generous. A spare trunk was dragged from the attic and they had taken Sirius to Diagonally two days ago to stuck up on school supplies and new clothes. Luckily he still had his wand. All those things were now sort of sprawled across the room. Remus wondered whether he should make a start, packing Sirius' trunk for him..

A start was an understatement. By the time Sirius escaped the luring temptations of the shower, his trunk was completely packed. Clothes neatly folded and sorted by colour, books alphabetical and everything on top according to size. He grinned was he watched Remus place the very last thing (a tiny bottle of Ogden's best) on top and close the trunk.
'You are the sweetest.' He said as he wrapped his arms around Remus from the back, resting his head of damp curls on the boy's shoulder. 'What would I ever do without you.'
Remus smiled but it was slightly bitter.
'More than without the Potters, I presume. I'm so glad you can stay with them.' A pang in his heart. 'I really wanted you could stay with me but..' He didn't mean to insult Sirius or insinuate he didn't love him enough. But he knew him being a werewolf was already a burden to his parents. A gay werewolf at that.. He just wasn't ready.
'Don't fret it, I get it.' Sirius answered and Remus could feel his boyfriend's lips curl into a smile over his own, unintended rhyme. 'Now.. What do you say we properly say goodbye to this place until we return for Christmas?'
'Surely you don't mean..'
'Only if you want to.' Sirius said, hastily. Although they hadn't talked about it for a while, he realised he had done something unforgivable. 'I can wait.'
But Remus twirled around in his arms, facing him now and smiling kindly with a hint of mischief in his eyes. He knew what Sirius felt but after what they had been through, he was determined not to let it ruin their relationship any longer.
'Are you seriously suggesting we desecrate the bed of the boy you almost call a brother?'
'You bet I am.' Sirius grinned back, grabbing his wand from the nightstand and with a whip or two closing and locking the door. 'So.. Do you.. want to do me?'
'No!' It came out harder than Remus meant it and Sirius looked slightly taken aback. 'I mean.. We should start.. slowly. Alright?'
'Alright.' Sirius smiled as he crawled on the bed, motioning for a slightly reluctant Remus to follow. Not that he didn't want to. He really, really wanted to touch Sirius properly again. There was just a part of him that was so afraid.. Afraid that if he'd do Sirius, as he put it, a surge of anger would come up again. As if the wolf would want to punish Sirius. What if he couldn't take it slow or ease into it. He could hurt Sirius.
'I get it.'
Remus woke from his train of thoughts by the soft whisper in his ear.
'I don't think you do.' He sighed as Sirius pressed his forehead against his hair.
'No. I do.' Sirius said. 'I know what happened. I know you. I know the wolf. I get it. I do.'
Remus turned his head to face his boyfriend. The grey eyes he met were so.. so serious. He had never seen them like this before. He did get it.
'To be honest..' Sirius hesitated for a moment. 'Sometimes I think I deserve it. For the wolf to punish me. Or for you to do so. I fear the whole thing with my parents overruled something we have to work out.'
Remus shook his head determined.
'No. The way I see it, what happened with your parents showed me that things can always get worse and that if you really, really love someone. Then you're able to see that sometimes they just do stupid things. Your parents did something to purposefully hurt you. I know you'd never do that to me.'
'I wouldn't!' Sirius said, his eyes wide. 'I swear I would never!'
'I know.' Remus smiled as he tugged a curl between Sirius' ear and softly kissed. 'So there will be no punishing. We've been through enough.'
'You sure?' Sirius whispered but his voice betrayed he was practically past his guilt, at least for now, and more in a state of arousal. Remus decided there was only one way to prove how he felt and he firmly pressed his lips against Sirius', along with various other body parts though not necessarily against lips. The friction was divine and neither of them gave too much thought about the fact it was James' bed and the endless wanks the boy probably had in it over his redheaded crush.

'Why do you wear pyjamas.' Sirius mumbled as he hastily started stripping Remus while the latter just discovered every inch of naked flesh it could find. His fingers fumbled accordingly hasty as they reached the band from Sirius' boxers and swiftly pushed them down, freeing the rock hard yet velvety soft erection. Soon followed by his own as Sirius took of the last piece of fabric between them. Remus let out a shivering sigh as they touched each other. It had been months and he had missed it so much more than he cared to admit to himself. There was nothing, literally nothing in the world that made him feel as good as Sirius Black did. Well. Perhaps Sirius Black covered in chocolate but that was as far as he was willing to go.
Necks were nibbled, as were nipples. Hands caressed stomachs, buttocks and finally members. They simultaneously jerked each other off. Awkwardly at first, bumping hand and cocks slipping from hands. Finally they found a proper position and a proper rhythm. It was hot. Literally and figuratively on that summer morning in James' bedroom.
'I bet this is the most action this bed ever got.' Sirius hissed as he almost reached his top.
'Shut it.' Remus said through gritted teeth. That was not what he wanted to think about as he-oh.
He came in thick, pearly strands and he at the same time felt equally thick and hot strands spill over his hands.

They lay there for a period of time, panting and being sticky before someone, not sure who, found enough brain capacity to wave his wand and clean them both up. Just in time as there was a knock on the door.
'Coming in!' A voice warned and a hand rattled at the doorknob. It wouldn't open, of course, and that was good thing for that voice was definitely James'. The idiot had a knack of letting his wand lying around. 'Guys.' Another round of knocking. 'Mom has breakfast ready and says you should come down. What on earth are you doing in there.' There was some more rattling and then all of sudden it stopped. They could practically feel the dawning through the door.
'Guys..' Slightly hesitating and threatening this time.

'You better not be…! NOT IN MY BED!'