Merry Christmas!
The Comfort of Knowledge, Chapter 21
As he took his first step down from the train, Remus did his best to avoid the many puddles of water that had settled on the ground that evening. Unfortunately for him, given the number of hours it had been raining – and the fact that it was now dark in Hogsmeade – avoiding puddles proved to be a rather tricky feat.
He sighed in resignation when he landed smack in the middle of one at the edge of the platform. The water seeped into his shoes and Remus scrunched his nose up at the uncomfortable sensation of having wet socks.
Had the large dog from the compartment still been by his side, he might have remarked aloud on it being a rather bad start to the evening.
As it was, Remus did not even have time to lift a foot from the puddle before a warm chuckle sounded from behind him.
His pulse quickened.
Despite his body's immediate response to the sound, Remus forced himself not to turn around.
"Allow me," the deep voice offered. The tone was one of amusement as the older boy murmured a drying spell that provided instant relief to his wet feet.
Unfortunately for Remus, he found himself much too distracted by the warm presence at his back to fully appreciate his newly dried socks.
While he tried not to take any deep breaths – the scent was immensely distracting – he also had the undeniable urge to shudder in relief at finally being close to the older boy again.
"Is that any better?" The question, spoken softly into his ear, caused his throat to go dry.
When he did not respond, the figure moved to stand in front of him.
Remus looked down quickly with the pretense of studying the effectiveness of the spell.
"Didn't it work?" the older boy asked him, concern evident in his voice.
Although he had felt instant relief at the spell, Remus continued to stare down at his feet in an effort to prolong the inevitable.
He had not been prepared to see Sirius yet.
Did the older boy have any idea the effect he had on him?
Their mere proximity was causing a reaction that he would rather not have amidst the crowds of Hogsmeade.
"Er…yes," Remus said finally. "I believe so."
He could feel Sirius' gaze on his face.
"Thank you," he finished quietly.
He braced himself and looked up – swallowing thickly at the sight of the older boy.
Sirius looked even more handsome than he remembered.
The older boy had not yet donned his robes and Remus' gaze eagerly traced the outline of his body through the white shirt and dark trousers he wore. With his tie off and the top button of his shirt undone, the smooth neck was partially bared to Remus' hungry eyes.
He quickly looked away from the exposed skin.
Yes. The older boy had definitely changed.
It looked as if he had grown taller. His hair looked different too somehow.
More significantly than either of these changes, though, was the intensity that was now present in the gray eyes. Right then, Sirius looked supremely focused and sure of himself.
It was clear that he had some sort of objective – a new purpose – that he had perhaps not had before. The maturity it brought to the boy's handsome features was indescribably enticing to Remus.
Having endured Remus' gaze in silence, Sirius finally stepped closer – his warm fingertips reaching out to graze the outside of Remus' hand.
After a moment, Sirius' hand closed around his in a firm grip and they both shivered at the contact.
Thankfully, despite the glowing lampposts, it was still too dark for any passersby to notice their entwined hands.
Though even had they not been shielded by darkness, Remus was not so sure that the older boy would have cared much about the discomfort they might have caused the other students. At the moment, the gray eyes were ignoring every possible distraction around them in lieu of studying him.
"Remus," the older boy murmured quietly. "I've missed you."
Remus let out a shaky breath.
If the other boy only knew…
He did not say anything in response but the platform was quickly becoming more and more crowded as students stepped off the train and began retrieving their trunks.
Sirius looked around in irritation when they were bumped and jostled by a couple of sixth years hurrying past. His eyes narrowed at one figure in particular but Remus – who was quite reluctant to look away from the vision in front of him – did not see who it was.
It was not long before Sirius' attention was fixed solely on him once more but – seeming to acknowledge that they could not remain there for much longer without getting trampled down – the taller boy sighed in defeat.
"We'd better move," he said softly.
Remus nodded dazedly and the warm hand encompassing his own tightened briefly before it began pulling him away from the bustling students.
They did not have to go far before they reached a darkened alcove on the far end of the station.
Still finding it difficult to speak, Remus cleared his throat and allowed his gaze to settle on the students across the station. A few feet away, above their heads, a dim lantern flickered but from where they stood, shielded by darkness, he knew the students would not be able to see them without coming quite a bit closer.
Strangely, there was only a small amount of relief in that.
When Sirius' hand tightened around his again in an attempt to reclaim his attention, he reluctantly turned away from the crowds to look into the gray eyes.
Sirius was watching him closely.
"There's no need to be nervous, Remus," he said softly.
Remus swallowed tightly.
"I'm not nervous," he whispered.
Sirius' let out a huff of laughter at his response but smiled down at him.
Remus' heart thumped in his chest.
"And I missed you too, Sirius," he said quietly.
The older boy said nothing in reply but after a few moments of staring into one another's eyes, the boy's gaze flicked down to stare at his mouth.
Remus fought the urge to purse his lips.
The gray eyes moved back up to look into his again and another small smile made Sirius' lips twitch as he leant in closer to Remus.
"Good," Sirius whispered, closing the remaining distance between them.
The first sweet kiss they shared that evening brought both relief and a tremendous amount of longing to Remus.
Sirius raised both of his hands to either side of Remus' face and held him still as his smooth lips moved over Remus'. They stood there for several moments, tasting one another with deliberate but torturously slow movements.
"Sirius," he whispered between kisses. His own hands had moved up to lightly take hold of the dark hair. His heart continued to race.
Merlin only knew how badly he had wanted this.
Remus would not allow himself to think about anything else beyond that moment.
As soon as they had both had their fill of sweet kisses, Sirius pulled back to look into his eyes again.
Understanding flared between them.
Immediately, one of Remus' hands moved to grip the back of Sirius' neck and he pulled the taller boy into a desperate – and much more passionate – kiss.
Sirius' strong body pushed him back against the stone wall and Remus groaned at the contact.
After awhile Remus broke their kiss to bury his nose and mouth in the crook of Sirius' neck. He was not sure which was more intoxicating: the scent or the taste of the other boy.
"Not much time," Sirius whispered hotly in his ear.
Remus shuddered when he felt the other boy pull away.
Without preamble, though, Sirius reached down to unbutton Remus' trousers.
It did not take him long to find what he sought. Remus inhaled sharply when one of Sirius' strong hands boldly closed around his hardness.
"Merlin Remus," the older boy said softly. "I can think of nothing but you anymore."
With one hand lightly stroking his length, Sirius held Remus firmly against the wall with his other.
He kneeled down.
Remus' whole body tensed at the prospect of what Sirius was about to do. They were still at the train station. He could not believe that he was not trying to stop the other boy.
He looked down in disbelief….and no small amount of desire coursed through him.
Although his gray eyes were darkened with passion, Sirius grinned up at him with undisguised excitement.
Without hesitation, the seventh year leant forward to take Remus' hard length into his mouth.
Remus' head fell back against the hard stone of the station wall.
He groaned deeply.
He could not imagine a more pleasurable sensation than the feeling of Sirius' hot mouth wrapped around him.
Both of Sirius' hands now pressed firmly against his hips – preventing much movement as the talented mouth continued to kiss and lick along his hardness.
It did not take long for the pressure to build up inside of him.
Sirius seemed to be in tune with his desire and, sensing Remus' closeness, took the whole length of him into his mouth. He sucked hard until Remus grasped his hair tightly in warning.
Any remaining tension quickly left Remus' body with his release. He leaned even more heavily against the wall. Both of Sirius' strong hands were still gripping his hips and when Remus' breathing finally returned to normal, he looked down to find Sirius staring up at him with a familiar look of longing and adoration.
He fought down a blush.
Sirius grinned at him again when their eyes met.
Standing in one fluid motion, he gently righted Remus and looked over at the dwindling crowd with regret.
Before Remus could reach for him, Sirius leaned forward to place another soft kiss on his neck.
"You'd better get a carriage," he said quietly.
Bestowing another lingering kiss on his neck, Sirius pulled back to look at him. He smiled at the expression of disappointment on Remus' face.
"Later," he whispered into his ear.
Shuddering at the wicked thoughts that that single word brought to his mind, Remus remained in the darkness until he lost sight of the handsome figure.