Author's Note: Okay... so, I'm kinda muddling through this, my Remus is unsure, haha, hopefully it is enjoyable.
-Chapter Twenty-Five-
Remus tightened his hold around the lean waist in front of him.
He laughed, cursing under the black helmet he was wearing as the shiny, scarlet red Ducati beneath him sped up even more around a sharp right turn. The city lights behind them continued to grow dimmer, and the night sky ahead of them seemed to grow in response, opening up more with each mile they clocked, the black sky a brilliant, dusted blanket of stars.
They took another steep turn on the curvy mountain road, and Remus smiled a little as he was presented with an impressive sideview of the city beneath. He'd asked Sirius what the plans were for the night, but the dark-haired guy had simply said it was a 'surprise.' He'd gone along with it with a shrug, because after their fight he'd just been happy to spend the evening with him still... which was admittedly odd for him. Usually if he fought with any guy he didn't even want to talk to them, let alone let them take him off somewhere unknown and seclusive for the night. Because this was definitely not a different way to his condo.
Remus shifted in his seat forward some, and he grinned when Sirius leaned his upper body back the slightest bit to rest against him more firmly, his warm body feeling nice against his torso. The dark-haired guy was wearing a black leather jacket, and the sandy blond had to admit it looked really good on him.
They took a slower, left turn off the main road, and Remus looked around as they began to drive into woods, the road still paved but considerably smaller, and the sky above hidden mostly by a heavy canopy.
In retrospect, he should've maybe asked where they were going once they'd started to leave the city. Remus leaned with Sirius as they took another left, slower but even sharper, and then the road grew more smooth, and the trees took on a more manicured look with more space between them like they'd been planned. They stopped in front of a black, wrought iron gate, and Sirius's feet lowered to the ground, the powerful engine rumbling idly beneath them.
Remus watched him place his left thumb on a screen that lit up blue on contact, and then they were once again moving, driving through the opening gate, and his eyes widened as he took in a huge estate that was probably meant to be a cabin if the wooden exterior was anything to go by. He felt something in his chest tighten, and he breathed out slowly as they came to the front of the massive building that appeared to be a private residence, with no other cars in sight and all its lights off but for a few, outdoor security lights that had come on at their approach.
Sirius toed down the kickstand as Remus climbed off, sliding off his helmet over short sandy locks. The dark-haired guy grinned at him, and he waved at the place with his own red helmet. "What do you think? It was my uncle's, he left it to me. I thought we could use some privacy tonight."
Remus lifted dark blond brows and shrugged, hiding any hesitance. He found his lips pulling up on one side begrudgingly as Sirius's grin only widened the longer he waited silently for an actual response. "Yeah, sure, looks nice," he said, rubbing a hand roughly over his hair, spiking it up some.
"Are you hungry?"
"Hm?" Remus looked up, the sandy blond dancer sitting at a tall bar stool, an expanse of black granite separating him from Sirius. The taller guy smiled at him, clearly amused, and his distracted brain processed the question for him. "Oh. Food, yeah, sounds good."
Sirius laughed, and he turned away to pull a few things out of a refrigerator, whose door matched the distressed wood look of the cabinets surrounding it in the gourmet outfitted kitchen. "How was work?" he asked casually, pulling out a large cutting knife from a drawer.
Remus grinned wryly and his gaze flitted over the expansive space. "Ah, it was pretty shitty actually."
"Oh no"—the guy looked up, pitch-dark brows lifted innocently—"What happened?"
Remus started laughing, and Sirius shot him an impish grin as he began to chop up some petite carrots into smaller pieces, angling to face him, and he nodded encouragingly.
"Well... first, some guy tried to make it 'rain' like five times," he said as he leaned his elbows on the pristine counter before him, using air quotes for the annoying way of tipping. "He just kept dropping it on the floor, and I'm pretty sure it was only like ten bucks."
Sirius walked over to the island where Remus sat. He looked up to pull down a hanging, silver pot, his black t-shirt tugging up in the process and showing off his tone stomach. "That sucks. What else?"
Remus grinned harder and rested his forehead on the cool counter. Sirius was incredibly cute when he wanted to be. "Ah, I thought I saw you there at one point. That sucked."
"Yikes. Fortunately that was just my little bastard of a brother," was said cheerfully.
Remus huffed a laugh as he glanced back up to see Sirius scooping up carrots and dropping them in the pot and then carefully a plate of what looked like cooked pieces of roast. "Yeah... Do you need any help?"
The dark-haired guy hummed. "Could you get me a beer?"
The sandy blond stood, and he walked over to the refrigerator, glancing at Sirius again to watch the taller guy add some herbs after having poured in broth and a splash of red wine. He opened the fridge, pulling out a bottle for the guy. "Where'd you learn to cook?"
Sirius looked up, grey eyes appearing somewhat surprised by the question. "My uncle"—he waved at the space around them with one hand as he set an onion on a cutting block—"the one who left me this place. Whenever I visited he always taught me a new recipe, said it was an important skill to have if I wanted to impress a girl." He looked back up, his expression mischievous as he began to slice without looking. "Was he right?"
Remus walked over, opening the bottle for him, and he held it out. "Oh yeah, I'm sold," he said, and when Sirius's hand brushed his to take the offered drink, he felt something like electric pass between their fingertips.
An arm wrapped around his waist suddenly and pulled him closer until his front was pressing against Sirius's larger one, and the dark-haired guy leaned down towards him, the atmosphere shifting suddenly.
"Remus," was husked softly against his neck, "I missed you today."
Remus felt like his heart skipped a beat. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, after just a few hours?" he asked roughly.
"Mmhm," was hummed, and then lips pressed to the skin just above his collarbone. "A lot." The words almost whispered.
Remus blinked a few times as Sirius set his beer down carefully without moving away, and then both arms were wrapped around him snugly, and he heard Sirius breathe out slowly in a content sigh, warm air slipping inside his hoodie. "Same here," the sandy blond admitted, and he felt lips curl up against his neck, strong arms giving him a squeeze, and something warmed inside his chest.