A/N: Warning...drunk boys kissing. ;-)

January 15th, 1976
10 P.M.

"So James didn't want to come?"

"I told you, he was a bit too busy to answer."

Sirius laughed, a bark-like laugh that made his animagi form so evident. "Well, I'm happy for them. Prongs needs to get some."

"Is that all you think about?"

"Yeah, most of the time."

Remus and Sirius had once again made it underneath the Whomping Willow into the secret passageway underneath. Once safely in the Shrieking Shack, Sirius whipped out 3 large bottles of firewhiskey. "This ought to cover it."

"Yeah for the next month!" Remus was aghast. "You know how strong that stuff is!"

Sirius shrugged. "When I get drunk, I get drunk."

Within the next hour, they both became so entirely shitfaced that neither could walk properly. They had been reduced to one slump on the floor, randomly spurting out bits of insight on the meaning of life, or on what the white spots in salami are.

"Gryffindor's colors...the gold stands for the lion because lions are gold!" Sirius shouted out, in a burst of insight. Remus nodded wisely. "And the red is for its' tongue!"

"Or the blood of what it eats," Remus pointed out.

More inane chatter followed. Eventually they began to sober up.

"You have gray eyes."

"Yours are kind of greenish-yellowish," Sirius said. "And you have lovely hair."

"Not as lovely as yours," Remus said, reaching up to touch Sirius' dark locks. "Girls cream themselves over your hair...you told me that once, actually."

Sirius was thoughtful. "I did tell you that, I remember! It was when Nancy Ladlen was trying to get me to go out with her, and asked me to use her hairbrush, and I did, and she looked like she was going to die of excitement!"

Remus sat up and leaned against the wall. "I think I'm starting to sober up."

"Yeah, me too," Sirius said, sitting up beside him. "I think we should let it wear off a bit more before going back." Remus nodded; he was still feeling a little tipsy.

"Does Miranda Delva really give good head?"

"Eh, she's pretty good," Sirius said, "Best I've had in awhile, I guess. I'm not remembering too well, right now."

"Must be nice," Remus mumbled.

"What must be nice?"

"So many girls fawning over you that you can't remember which one gave you the best head."

"I could just not be remembering because I'm drunk."

"It's the principle of the matter, Sirius."

Sirius grinned. "You never let me set you up with anyone though."

"I don't want to be set up with anyone," Remus replied. "No girls interest me."

"Do any boys interest you?"

"Sirius!"

"Just playing," Sirius laughed. "Kind of, I mean."

"What do you mean, 'kind of'?"

"Well I used to have a crush on you."

Remus' eyes widened. "Really?"

Sirius nodded. "When I first saw you transform, it started for me."

Remus laughed hollowly. "I bet that lasted for like, a week."

"Try a year."

He felt his eyes widen even more. "Siri, you only saw me transform - "

"About a year ago," he finished. "So yep, call me queer. But that doesn't change the fact about Miranda and her head-giving capabilities though."

"Do you still like me?"

"Sure," Sirius said. "You're pretty nice looking, and the greatest guy I've ever met. So yeah. I like you a lot, Remus."

Remus took another swig of firewhiskey. "I like you too. I get jealous when I see you with girls." It was easy to say when under th einfluence

The next thing he knew, Sirius had his lips pressed up against his own, his tongue searching his mouth, his hands exploring his body...Remus let forth a small breath and kissed back with the same intensity. Then Sirius pulled away. Slightly dazed, Remus smiled at him.

"Wow."

Sirius nodded. "Can we do that again?"

"Yeah...we don't have to go back to school yet anyway...can't be past midnight..."

Sirius smiled slyly, and Remus leaned in to kiss him again.

A/N: OMG I'VE NEVER WROTE ABOUT GUYS KISSING BEFORE...

Lol...it's kind of fun.