Remus stretched tired legs out as he rolled onto his back. Birds were chirping, and a cool breeze that smelled sweet with pine sap was wafting into the room through an open window above his head.
The sandy blond yawned, a sheet draped up to his bare waist and hazel eyes still closed, as he slowly took stock of how he felt after the night he'd just had.
He grimaced a little, feeling pretty sore, and when he heard Sirius whistling down the hallway somewhere, he reached out blindly and grabbed a pillow by his head, only to slide it over his face. He groaned into it, feeling incredibly uneasy as his waking mind slowly reminded him of what all had happened.
He heard whistling turn to humming, the rich sound happy and chipper, and his face grew warm. He'd been hesitant to start out with, but once Sirius had gotten settled inside him—after taking an admirable amount of preparation time—and he'd started moving, pressing heated, open-mouthed kisses to his body and seemingly hitting the right spot every time somehow... he'd gone incoherent.
Remus clenched closed eyes shut tighter as he recalled moaning like he couldn't get enough of Sirius's dick inside him. He'd been a complete bitch, there was no other explanation of what had happened between them. He had come with almost no external stimulation, and Sirius had been careful and quietly intense, sweet... and Remus'd enjoyed it a lot.
He groaned again, feeling more than a little agitated over the fact. It wasn't that he was against bottoming, but it was unsettling, how not in control he'd been for it, especially in hindsight. He'd never done it before because of that, and now he found himself struggling to be okay with everything that had happened; it all just overwhelmingly felt like too much too soon. Not that he could change it now.
The sound of dishes being set out and cabinets opening and closing suddenly cut through his thoughts, and he hugged the pillow over his face more stubbornly, refusing to get up.
"Hey, you're awake?" was asked curiously in a quiet voice, and the bed dipped at Remus's feet when he didn't respond after a few beats. He felt a body carefully move up over him, the sandy blond being jostled around softly until there was a very warm body settling down over his hips, and his morning problem.
"You feeling okay there?" was asked, hesitantly, the hint of a smile not going unnoticed. "Remus..." A hand began to rub up and down Remus's exposed bare side, lightly massaging it, and the body perched on him started to take up a small rocking motion, a noticeable body part started to rub up against his, growing with each brush. "Oh shit, yeah... that's nice, is this okay...?"
Remus bit back a low groan, that rumbled in his chest, and Sirius obviously took it as encouragement as he began to move more noticeably, sliding his hardening dick against his through two layers of material, the movement feeling instinctual and sloppy, and—"Oh fuck," Remus bit out, jerking the pillow off his face finally to get fresh air.
The sandy blond silently filled his lungs as he unwillingly met teasing but questioning grey eyes, damp inky locks hanging down in them, curling at the edges. Sirius continued to move, leaned over him with parted red lips, his impressive upper body exposed and flushed nicely from the heat of a recent shower. He grasped onto Sirius's hip firmly with his right hand, the taller guy in only a pair of gym shorts, and pressed him down harder against himself.
Sirius gasped as he continued to rock, and then he smiled some around uneven breaths, perfectly straight white teeth exposing themselves as he said, quietly, looking down at him, "Was last night okay for you?"
Remus nodded tightly in response, fighting the unwanted rush of heat creeping up his chest and neck at the question. And he tightened his hold on Sirius's hip, pulling him forward some until his tip was bumping further back between his legs instead, and rubbing sensitive skin. "Yeah, it was good," he said, his low voice breathy but sincere as the incredible sensation worked to clear his mind, "you don't mind switching it up this morning, do you?"
Sirius's eyes had closed, and the taller guy pushed off his shorts and slid down the sheet covering Remus before he dropped down to rest his hands on either side of the sandy blond's shoulders. A soft moan escaped his lips as he let Remus continue to rub against his entrance but without any barrier, their touching skin quickly starting to slip with moisture, and he began to pant when Remus's tip slipped in a little on accident. "You want to fuck me right now, Remus?"
Remus nodded again as parted lips pressed to his, and he grasped the back of Sirius's neck, his fingers tangling some in silky, wet locks as his other hand gripped tone obliques more tightly. "So much." Sirius's forehead pressed to his, and soft panting exhales that smelled of mint against his lips had him feeling lightheaded as he said, "Can I?"
Sirius met his mouth again, his tongue prying Remus's lips apart more impatiently, and he pressed down against Remus's tip the next time it made contact with his entrance, dipping it in again, his body squeezing around the sandy blond, hot and welcoming, making him want to just push up into the tight space.
Remus let his hips drop, slipping back out, the action almost painful, before saying in a low rough voice, "Condom, I need a condom and some lube."
The next thing he knew Sirius was leaned over him, digging in the nightstand drawer for him.
"This is nice, right? You and me. Running. Outside. Together. First thing in the morning," Sirius said, his words choppy as he jogged beside a laughing Remus, "a belly full of piña coladas to fuel our muscles. Yeah, this is the way to start your day, no sitting around in the hot tub like pansies for us."
"Yeah..." Remus grinned as he forced burning legs to continue on despite his light-headedness. "I'm thinking the bloody mary's might have been a better choice though, in retrospect," he said, glad he'd made the call to turn back around just thirty minutes into their jog, because the way back was almost all up hill, and he was feeling it; and the dark-haired guy, who was slowly but surely gaining fitness, seemed even worse off.
"Ew, Remus... no one, in their, their right mind, would ever run on clam juice."
Remus laughed at that, and he hopped a small fallen tree that had been hidden behind tall grass at the last moment, laughing harder when Sirius called out a 'fuck' as he stumbled over it. "Come on, we're almost there," he called encouragingly, not glancing back so he didn't trip himself as Sirius's cursing sounded further and further away.
"Don't worry, just leave me here, I'm sure the mountain lions will finish me off humanely, Remus!"
Remus huffed an amused breath, and he pulled out his suddenly buzzing phone as he slowed to a walk to wait for Sirius, the guy's house once more in sight. He saw a picture of Frank in only a gold thong (a picture his friend had put in for him personally) taking up most of his screen, and he rolled his eyes as he tapped the accept button with his thumb. He lifted the phone to his ear. "What's up?" he asked, short of breath.
"Am I interrupting something?"
Remus let out a laugh and shook his head as he continued to slow his walk up the steep driveway, letting his sprinting pulse calm down. Sirius was soon by his side, and he scrubbed at damp hair. "Just jogging," he said, "what'd you need?"
"You with Lover Boy right now?" Remus said nothing, his jaw setting, as he watched a chipmunk scramble up a tree just a few yards from him. "Haha, shit, Lily told me about you and Sirius Black, how'd you land him? I mean, everyone said he was a huge floozy, and Lily's saying you're with him, like really with him, honestly, I'm a little offended you never—"
"Frank," Remus said shortly, as he came to a full stop just before the front stairs leading up to Sirius's place, and he scowled, ignoring the discomfort in his chest, "just tell me what you want."
"Okay, geez, Remus, chill out. I just wanted to see if you needed help moving your stuff in this weekend, or if you had it all covered."
"Oh uh"—Remus glanced over to Sirius, who was watching him curiously as he dropped down to sit on the second step in front of him—"Yeah, help moving would be nice, thanks."
"No problem, what are roommates for, right? Now, can I have your dances tonight? I could really use the cash..."
Remus rolled his eyes as he shook his head. "Fine, take 'em, I need to start packing anyway."
"Really? You're the best, Remus, thanks. I'll stop by your place tomorrow and help you move some stuff you've got packed if you want."
Remus mumbled his begrudging acceptance and then hung up. He met quietly waiting grey eyes, and he felt another pinch of discomfort. "Frank," he said, wiggling his phone in display before shoving it back into his shorts pocket, and he pushed away the unwarranted feeling. "Guess I will be off today, he's going to help me move into his place in exchange for my dances tonight."
Sirius nodded slowly, his chest rising and then falling heavily under the fitted white shirt he was wearing. "Oh... cool."
"Yeah, it was basically bribery though."
Remus held back a small smile then as he watched the guy stand back up and place both hands atop his head, clasping them, and then he began to make small circles as he pressed his lips together firmly, not speaking despite looking like he really wanted to. "You good?" he asked.
Sirius stopped abruptly, his expression suddenly unsure. He turned to face him straight on. "What about me?" he blurted out.
Remus lifted one dark blond brow at the guy. "What about you...?" he asked, and then slowly his mind took up an unhelpful chant to stop the guy, who he'd really begun to like. No. No. No, nonono—
"You could live with me," Sirius said, and grey eyes widened after the fact like he'd startled himself. "I mean, James is moving out too—just like Lily—so it just makes sense, right?"
Remus scratched at the side of his neck, waiting.
"Not like live-in boyfriends or anything, just roommates, but you don't have to pay rent."
Remus sucked on his teeth, still trying. It was getting harder...
"Or you could, if you wanted, I don't know, it doesn't matter, whatever you were going to pay Frank," Sirius tried. And then he took a few steps closer when Remus's gaze finally began to narrow, the taller guy looking like he knew what he was doing but not sure why and clearly not willing to stop it.
Sirius looked down at him.
"Move in with me, Remus," he said in a suddenly soft voice.
