Warning: Slash. Age difference. Beware.
Dedication: For Chris (not my boyfriend) for ordering from that stupid company and keeping me stuck at work till 11.
Author's Note: Short, but I am tired and stinky from work. I wanted to get this done though, so here it is. Enjoy!
Compromising Circumstances
Chapter Eight
Harry didn't know what to do now. Sirius had immediately fallen asleep, and now the sounds of his light snoring filled the room. Harry rolled over, trying to work out a plan in his mind. He could always pretend to have a dream...but Sirius might not wake up. A nightmare? Maybe he should try the vulnerable approach...That seemed the safest way of going about things.
//How long do I give it?// Harry sighed, turning on to his back. He wondered if Lupin was asleep yet. He wouldn't want to have him rushing in...that would ruin everything. //But I want to make sure I wake Sirius up...//
This was turning out to be harder then he had thought it would be. Finally, he waited about half an hour, and then started tossing and turning, whimpering slightly. This had to seem realistic. He thrashed about, increasing the volume of his distress. His eyes were closed, but he could feel Sirius moving next to him.
"Harry?" His voice was soft and hesitant. Harry felt a gentle hand on his arm, and he shot up, breathing heavily.
"I...what...." Harry looked around wildly, hoping he looked properly frightened.
"I think you were having a bad dream." Sirius said, sounding concerned.
"Yeah...yeah, I think I was." Harry rubbed at his head, sniffling a bit. //This has to sound really good.// "I don't really remember it."
"It's okay." Sirius placed a hand comfortingly on Harry's back. His bare back. Harry shuddered slightly at the feel of skin on skin contact. "Can I get you anything? Do anything...?" Sirius was quite concerned. Which was perfect.
"I...I just..." Harry shuddered, and turned to Sirius, resting his head on his godfather's shoulder. Sirius' arms went around him, holding him closely.
"It's okay. It's okay Harry." Sirius rubbed his back, talking softly. Harry snuggled up close, breathing in Sirius' scent. It was spicy and *very* heady. "Do you want to talk about it at all?"
"No." Harry shook his head, as Sirius' hands stilled on his back. "I can't remember it. I woke up too quick..."
"That's okay. It's probably better that way." Sirius kissed the top of his head, and Harry felt that he would melt. //This is working great...now I just have to step things up a notch.//
"It's just been tough." Harry continued. "I don't know."
"It's been tough for all of us." Sirius kissed the top of Harry's head again, and rested his forehead there.
"I feel so alone sometimes, you know?"
"Yeah. You and me both kid, you and me both."
"I wish it would stop." Harry sighed, realizing that this wasn't all an act. He did find himself feeling alone quite a bit. But it was hard to talk about these sorts of things.
"It will, with time."
"I hate waiting." Harry lifted his head, wide eyes watering slightly. He looked into Sirius' eyes, searching them for some sign of anything. He wondered if Sirius found him attractive or not. Did he want him? His eyes were concerned, and maybe a little of something else.
"We all do." Sirius smiled slightly, a marginal quirking of his lips.
"Sirius..." Harry sighed, gathering up his courage. Sirius' arms were around him, and he felt warm and secure. And aroused. Very, very aroused. He tilted his face, and parted his lips slightly, hoping Sirius wouldn't be able to resist.
"Harry..." There was an almost painful note to his voice.
"Just...don't talk." Harry swallowed hard, not caring anymore. He pressed his lips to Sirius, not caring that there was no sudden response. Sirius was frozen still beneath his assault, and Harry took that as a good sign. He wasn't being pushed away, so he figured he'd made some headway. He moved his lips against Sirius', until his godfather pushed him away.
"What are you doing?" Sirius asked, breathlessly. There was some anger mixed with shock, so Harry decided to take a step back.
"H my god...I am so sorry!" Harry gasped, pulling back, hoping he looked ashamed. "I...I don't know...oh god..." He looked away, shuddering.
"No! No...it's okay!" Sirius was panicking now. "You...it was a natural reaction. Calm down, Harry, it's okay..."
"I just screwed up really bad, didn't I?" Harry buried his head in his hands, wondering if maybe he should start crying.
"No, no you didn't." Sirius took him by the shoulders, and forced him to look up. "It was just something that happened. No one got hurt, it's no big deal."
"Are you sure?" Harry swallowed hard, trying to make his eyes look as big and innocent as he could.
"Yeah I'm sure. Nothing happened. It was a kiss. It wasn't even an open mouth kiss. It was no big deal."
"I feel awful." Harry sighed. "Maybe I should sleep on the couch...."
"No!" Sirius shook his head. "It's fine."
"Okay." Harry settled back down, feeling foolish. //Damn, that didn't work.// He didn't know what to do now. Sirius lay down as well, back to his godson. Harry was a mess. And he did feel a little embarrassed. But this didn't change things. He still wanted Sirius. And he would get him, one way or another.
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