It's too cold outside
Huddling together in a bus shelter for warmth, Sirius is enjoying Remus' closeness a little too much, and Remus can't help but notice.
When it's just him and Remus, Sirius likes to imagine that it's a date. A little bit of playing pretend in his head. Because these are the sort of things they'd do on dates. Walking around, talking about anything and everything. Getting cheap food because they can't afford to go and get a meal anywhere - not until payday - looking in shop windows.
"When we get our own place, that lamp… it'll look good in your reading corner," Sirius says, as they walk towards the bus stop on the other side of town so Sirius can get the bus home.
Remus smiles at him in a way that makes Sirius' mind go completely blank. The most beautiful smile, like he can't wait until the day they've finished saving for that deposit. If Sirius could just get the courage to admit his love for Remus, the three-bedroom that the three of them are saving for would become a two-bedroom and they could get that place even sooner than planned.
They're walking towards the right bus-stop when the heavens decide to open without warning. One minute, it's sunny, maybe a little bit cloudy. The next, it's like someone has taken the Thames and just decided to tip it over their heads.
Sirius is drenched. He looks at Remus in horror and his friend grabs his arm, dragging him to the nearby bus shelter.
"Fucking cold." Sirius is sure his teeth are chattering. Remus is shaking too, not faring much better in the thin cardigan that, despite being drenched, he looks completely adorable in. He doesn't expect Remus to move closer, for his friend to wrap his arms tightly around him.
"I know it doesn't help much for body warmth," Remus mutters, effectively turning them so his back is to the rain that is still hitting them at an angle. "But it's the best I've got."
They're not even at Sirius' actual bus stop. They're going to be stuck here for who knows how long before the rain lets up, and then Sirius will have to go home like this. It's a nightmare.
Though… Remus' arms around him is the dream. Very much the dream. Okay, so this is all worth it.
"You gotta keep warm too, you're soaked," Sirius murmurs, wrapping his arms around Remus. His jaw brushes Remus' shoulder and he shifts around a little so he's resting his head against it. It's not very 'I'm just trying to keep you warm' but he doesn't care too much right now.
"You're shivering," Remus comments, and his arms pull Sirius closer, holding him tighter. His entire body is pressed against Sirius, and the glass at the back of the stop is cold, and he's effectively pinned against it and fuck, this is hot.
Sirius clings to him. If he's only brave enough, he could turn his head, let his lips brush Remus' skin. But he's a fucking chicken. For all his brave words and reckless actions, the terror of being rejected by Remus means that he's never going to be brave enough to take that chance.
He tries not to think of that. He holds Remus tightly, aware of how much Remus has him pinned against the bus stop. He focuses on the noise of the rain pounding against the glass, and he smirks.
Pounding. An excellent word. He can think of another, most excellent way to use that word.
"You chuckled," Remus comments. "What?"
"The rain is pounding against the glass," Sirius mutters. "I'm such a child. My mind went to a dirty place."
Remus laughs, it's soft and Sirius can feel the exhale as Remus turns his head. Sirius shifts. He can't get any closer to Remus though, because there's not an inch between their bodies. Just clothes. Horrible wet clothes. They'd be much better out of them.
Fuck, he thinks, as his mind brings him to the very idea of naked Remus. How can he think of anything else now that his mind has tried to imagine that very perfection?
"Sirius," Remus murmurs a moment later. There's a quiet groan. "Should I… should I move?"
"Huh?"
Remus' breath comes out slightly laboured and his hips move, ever so slightly, and Sirius realises.
"Oh. Shit." Sirius is mortified, but Remus doesn't move and there's nowhere Sirius can go. They stand in silence and Sirius has to wonder to himself why Remus isn't rushing to move away from what is pressing against him. Why Remus is still holding him tightly.
He can't like this… can he? Could he? Does he?
At the very thought that maybe Remus likes this, Sirius feels a little excited. A little more turned on. The reckless nature that doesn't come into play with Remus (or with admitting his feelings) bursts forth.
Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, as the saying goes. He moves, ever so slightly, because he's still pressed tightly up against the glass, Remus' body covering his. The movement causes Remus to pull in a sharp breath. Fingers that are wrapped around him now dig into his skin.
"Sirius, if you want us to just remain friends, you need to let go of me now," Remus whispers. "I don't have any more self control around you."
Sirius considers the words for only a second. If you want. If. That means that there's another option. He twists his hips again, turning his head to see if anyone is around. The road is quiet, they're quite hidden here.
Remus chuckles again, softly. "I'd have to imagine that this is intentional now."
"If they are, what are you going to do about it?" Sirius replies, his voice low over the pounding rain.
"Not rut against you in a bus-stop," Remus murmurs. "My house is ten minutes away."
"And I can't go home in these wet clothes," Sirius says. He twists his hips once more. More forcefully. It's obvious what he's doing this time.
Remus lets out a groan, his face burying into Sirius' neck. "Fuck."
"That's the idea," Sirius whispers. "So, how about it?"
"Only if it's not a one-time thing."
Sirius grins. "Deal. Now, let's get back to yours and get naked. I mean… sensibly get out of these wet clothes. We can resume warming each other up. Will we be alone?"
"Mum is out until dinnertime," Remus murmurs. "We've got hours." His head moves closer. "Are you sure about this?" His fingers dig deliciously into Sirius' hips as they move again, and Sirius can feel just how turned on Remus actually is.
Sirius doesn't need to answer. He just lets his lips find Remus', like he's always dreamed, and, just for good measure, he lets his hips move again, teasing Remus as much as possible before Remus pulls away, a dangerous glint in his eye as he grabs Sirius' hand and pulls him into a run in the rain so they can get to the Lupin house as quickly as possible.
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