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Meet-Cute March

A had a rough day and ended up crashing at a friend's house overnight. The next morning, a groggy A gets up and finds his/her way to the kitchen to make about seven hundred cups of coffee. Instead, A finds B, the friend's new roommate, cooking with significantly less clothes than expected. He-llo.

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Character Appreciation - (1) Dialogue: "I am attractive, yes."

Disney - Dialogue: (5) "You are such a pain!" / "Why don't you sell me and buy a rabbit instead?"

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Book Club (2) Addy Prentiss: (emotion) love, (setting) apartment/flat, (color) purple

Showtime (22) Fallen Angel – (item) Key

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Liza's Loves - (1) Moon Shimmer - Write about Remus Lupin

Bex's Basement - (20) - "You are the best." / "Aww, and you're the most perceptive."

Lizzy's Loft - (6) - (item) Key

Angel's Archive - (5) - 5. Write about someone woken up by something other than an alarm clock.

Trope of the Month - (7) - Word: Taste

Scamander's Case - (13) - (action) singing

Film Festival - 11 - (object) coffee mug

Marvel Appreciation - 17. [Dialogue] "Don't do anything stupid until I get back."

Lyric Alley - 18. Last night's in the rear view mirror

Hogwarts - Media Studies task 9 - Task #9 - #nocaptionneeded: Write about someone being speechless about something.

Wacky Wandmakers

Wood: Fir - (au) muggle

Core: Rougarou - (word) tension

Other: Solid: (dialogue) "You're a cheeky arsehole, you know that?" / "Don't forget devilishly handsome."

Crazy Cone -20. Bacon Boat Madness - (dialogue) "There's no getting rid of you, is there?"

Fortnightly

Mario Day - 26 (action) yelling

Bingo - O3: O3 - "I'm in so much trouble aren't I?"

Supernatural - Madison (Splash): (scenario) Being caught in the nude

Ultimate Battle - Accessory Set (3 accessories, effects are random) - Price: 600 words, (word) colorful

What's Cookin Good Lookin?

WolfStar

Remus is sick of his friends setting him up on dates. He goes to stay with James, only to find that the man of his dreams is right underneath his nose and wearing less clothing than Remus expected.

Not that he's complaining.

Remus hates these late nights out as his friends try and set him up on date after date. Tonight he had gotten a little drunk as his mates discussed why Benjy hadn't worked out and also who to set Remus up with next.

He knows they mean well, but they should respect his choice more when he tells them he's had enough. They don't. They barely listen. They keep insisting that he'll thank them when he meets 'the one', as though they can do whatever they want and it'll be forgiven.

Remus has had enough. Drunk, he stumbles into the cab, giving James' address. James won't take their crap. James is a safe haven from all of this.

...oOo...

He opens the door with the key he's always used, leaving his shoes at the door. He closes the door, locks it and shrugs off his cardigan, tossing it to where a couple of jackets have fallen off the coat-rack. He'll handle that in the morning. Deep down he knows that in the morning, he'll be shocked at his sloppiness. But, right now he can't bring himself to care.

He tries to keep quiet as he walks through the flat, towards the spare room. He hopes his pyjamas are still there, he doesn't want to sleep in his clothes.

He opens the door and starts towards the bed. It's not empty and he stops as someone turns over. He can't see the person, but he's not drunk enough to miss the fact that there's someone there.

"James?"

"I'm his flatmate," the man mutters sleepily. "Are you robbing us? Hurry up with it so I can get back to sleep, cheers."

"No, I'm Remus," Remus murmurs. "I'll sleep on the sofa."

The man mutters something from behind him but Remus doesn't hear properly as he heads back to the living room, mourning the pyjamas that he now can't wear.

He settles at the dining-table after flicking the switch on the kettle on, intent on having a cup of tea to help sober him up first. He rests his head on his arm as he waits for the kettle to boil.

...oOo...

Remus' arm is aching as he wakes up. There's a pain through it and he can barely move it. He lifts his head, wincing at the stiffness in his neck.

Down the hall, someone is singing along to Bohemian Rhapsody. Remus can hear the shower running and vaguely realises it's not James' voice.

He tries to straighten but he's knackered and lowers his head once more. It's too bright in there - the sun is shining through the window and it is blinding.

Remus' other arm comes up and he rests his head on it. He takes a moment to get his other arm awake and moving again, wincing at the pain in it. It'll go down soon, he hopes.

A moment later the singing stops, and Remus resists lifting his head to see who comes out of the bathroom. He had vague memories of the previous night, of James' new roommate (why hadn't James told him?) being in the bed Remus usually uses, not that he can complain - he should have given James a heads-up that he was even on his way.

He hears the bathroom door open and someone coming out. They start singing again. Another Queen song, but Remus doesn't look up. He's a little embarrassed over stumbling in the previous night. He'll wait for the stranger to do whatever he's doing, then he'll sneak out and pretend this never happened.

"Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time, I'm having a ball," the man sings, getting louder as he walks into the room. He doesn't look at Remus, but Remus can see him from where he's laying with his head on the table. Remus' eyes widen as he realises that this man is completely naked. Not a towel, not a pair of pants, no clothes. He's completely and utterly nude, and Remus can't stop staring. He can't bring himself to speak. He can't even find it in himself to clear his throat. He can only watch.

The guy continues the song as he moves around the room, grabbing out a couple of frying pans and opening the fridge to pull food out. He starts to cook and Remus can't help but think about how brave this man is. He could get splashed in intimate places and the idea hurts Remus just to think about.

The man keeps walking in and out of Remus' view, seeming to not care that Remus is even there. Remus tries to look away, but every time his gaze starts to drift, the man will clatter a plate or drop a bit of cutlery onto the counter, causing Remus' eyes to dart back. He /knows/ he should make it clear that he's there and awake, but words continue to fail him. He's utterly speechless. This is not how he expected to spend his morning at all.

Finally the man turns. Remus shuts his eyes quickly, not wanting to get caught staring, but the plate is placed on the table - and not quietly. "You certainly didn't sleep through my singing and cooking. Don't worry, you can look all you want. Though if you'd prefer for me to put something on, that can be arranged."

Remus' cheeks are red as he opens his eyes, determined to keep his gaze up towards the man's eyes rather than letting his gaze wander. The man smirks as their eyes meet.

"You chose the kitchen table over me? I'm hurt," the man says, taking a seat on the other side of the dining table. Remus lets out a sigh of relief. He won't accidentally see something he shouldn't if the man is sitting. He glances down at the plate in front of him before looking up again.

"What?"

"I said that you chose sleeping at the table over sleeping in my bed with me," the man says, his eyes darting down Remus' body for a moment before he grabs his knife and fork.

He begins to eat and Remus frowns, his own fingers wrapping around his own cutlery. "There was a choice?" he asks.

Sirius pauses, sausage halfway to his lips. "An offer I made last night, but you unfortunately left the room instead of getting into my bed. Pity."

Remus stares. Pity indeed. "Is James around?" he asks weakly.

Sirius shakes his head and shrugs. "He's away this weekend. Emergency, though I'm pretty sure he's off shagging my brother and won't admit it. I saw him for like ten minutes when I turned up and asked to stay for a while."

"Is your brother… Regulus?" Remus asks, hesitating for a moment in his attempts to remember Regulus' name.

Sirius nods. "I knew it. I knew that little shit is deflowering my darling sibling. How dare he?"

"I… uh, how dare he," Remus mutters in agreement, unsure if he wants to get involved in this particular argument.

"Though there's something that'll take my mind off it…" Sirius adds suggestively.

"Yeah? What?" Remus asks, his voice almost a whisper. He can barely breathe as he waits for the response.

"This wonderful fry-up. Do eat up, I'm an excellent cook."

...oOo...

"James has mentioned you - loads of times actually," Remus admits, pausing between bites of food. "I actually thought you weren't real." He bites into the bacon, savouring the taste. Sirius wasn't wrong about being an excellent cook.

"Why?" Sirius asks.

"Because of all the things he's said. He tells me how attractive you are all of the time. I honestly wondered if he had a thing for you."

"I am attractive, yes," Sirius insists. "He's told me all about you too, Remus. He's told me how adorable you are, how you're lonely and want to fall in love and settle down - the same things I'm looking for, just so you know." He yawns suddenly, stretching his arms out. "I'm shattered - could do with another couple of hours in bed since I was woken in the night." He slowly stands and Remus' gaze darts away as his cheeks redden.

"Coming?" Sirius asks, as he turns to ensure that he's turned the oven off before walking to the door. "Clothing is optional, though nakedness is appreciated." He gives Remus a wink before leaving the room.

Remus stands, the chair scraping and he starts to follow, but he freezes at the bedroom door. Is Sirius messing with him? Is this gorgeous naked man actually inviting Remus to bed?

Sirius slides into the bed and pulls the cover back, giving Remus space to join him and the call of a comfortable bed (and a gorgeous, fascinating man) is too much. He strips down to his boxers slowly, a little nervous of the scars on his body as he does so. He's nervous and can't decide how far he wants this to go.

The way Sirius' gaze is studying his body makes him feel more bold. There's desire in Sirius' gaze. No disgust or anything.

"You're a cheeky arsehole, you know that?" he offers, approaching the bed.

"Don't forget devilishly handsome," Sirius informs him, shifting over to allow Remus space.

Remus slips into the bed and a hand wraps around him.

"Just sleeping, okay?" Sirius offers as though he can sense the nervousness.

"For now," Remus murmurs, reddening at his own words.

"For now," Sirius agrees huskily. "But I'll leave you to set the pace."

...oOo...

"Thanks for looking after the place," James calls, setting his suitcase down in the living room and looking around. "You're the best."

"Aww, and you're the most perceptive," Sirius calls back. "How was the trip?"

"Great."

"And how's my brother?" Sirius asks innocently.

"Uh… how would I know?" James answers defensively. Regulus is fine, but he's not about to admit the relationship. Not until he's proposed and set a date for the wedding because that may be the only way Sirius will give his blessing.

He turns his phone on and glances through the messages. He always turns it off when with Regulus - last time Sirius had suspected they were together, there were thirty-two calls over course of the trip and he didn't want to deal with that again.

His eyes skim the non-important messages until he reaches one from four days ago.

"James, we can't get through to Remus. He's not answering his door or his phone and we're worried. We know you have a spare key - can you check in on him? Marlene."

James sighs loudly. Remus has most likely locked himself away because Marlene is on a quest to get him into a loving relationship. He grabs his jacket once more. "Sirius, I have to go out - my friend might need me. I'll get him to come over, so be nice, okay?"

"Sure," Sirius shouts, his voice sounding somewhat strained.

James doesn't question why it sounds like this. He's known Sirius long enough to know that he probably won't like whatever answer he gets.

"Don't do anything stupid until I get back," James adds before rushing out of the door.

Sirius fingers stroke over Remus' body. "Good thing you're not stupid," he murmurs.

"Is that a compliment about my intellect or is that you saying that us doing this for the past five days is smart?" Remus checks.

Sirius grins."Both," he replies. "Seducing you with my cooking was the best choice I've ever made. Now James is back to spoil everything."

"I think it was the fact that you were cooking /naked/ that seduced me," Remus points out. "Now… how long do you think before James returns?"

...oOo

"Sirius, my friend - the one I mentioned - he's not home. I… I'm worried. The milk is two days out of date. He's addicted to tea, so would have milk."

No answer comes from Sirius' room and James walks over, knocking on it. How could Sirius be sleeping at a time like this?

There's still no answer. He opens the door, intent on waking Sirius up, but his eyes widen as he takes in the sight on the bed.

"Hey there James, a little busy here," Sirius says, glaring towards him. "Don't worry, I'm not doing anything stupid - Remus is the smartest person I've ever met."

James quickly shuts the door. He may have seen Sirius naked - more than once - since Sirius likes to walk around without clothes, but he's never seen Remus naked before. He's never seen his friends have sex before.

He never even knew Remus had a tattoo on his arse, but now he's seen all of these things and he doesn't know what to do next. Yes, he had entertained the thought of introducing his two friends in the hope that they'd hit it off, but he hadn't expected this so quickly.

"You are such a pain!" he calls through the door.

"Why don't you sell me and buy a rabbit instead?" Sirius calls back and James moves away from the door quickly. He's certain he doesn't want a conversation with Sirius whilst he's in the middle of having sex with Remus.

Instead he heads to the kitchen, pulls out a coffee-mug and switches on the kettle.

...oOo...

James only has to wait an hour for them to join him, both of their hair is wet from the shower they clearly shared. Remus is in his own pyjama bottoms and a vest, but Sirius makes little attempt at covering up, wearing a tight pair of colourful boxers.

"Before you say anything, I'm mad about him," Sirius insists, clutching Remus' hand. "I mean, we have been shagging for about five days, but in between all of the sex, we've talked and gotten to know each other. I really like Remus, and it moved very fast between us, but we're on the same page about expectations and relationship goals and stuff.

James nods. He's not sure what to say, even after the hour of sitting at the table. "I'm glad you've found time to talk," he says, fiddling with the cuff of his purple t-shirt. "Just… you're both my best friends - don't hurt each other, okay? I'm here for you both… just… just I don't want to see you like that again. Put a tie on the door or… just…" he trails off and lets out a sigh. "I'm happy for you both," he adds. "How did… it - not the sex, the meeting - happen?"

"I got sick of Marlene and the others," Remus explains. "I came here, crashed at the table and Sirius decided to seduce me by cooking breakfast, naked." His gaze turns to Sirius, slowing moving down his body and Sirius smirks.

"We have this raw sexual tension. Well, it's of course not just sexual. Maybe it's early days, but I've never felt so happy around someone before." Their eyes meet and the smiles soften.

James sees the way they smile at each other and doubts fade away. Fears that they've rushed things and therefore it may not work between them. He knows that both his friends want love, and having seen the connection between them, he's certain that they're on that road.

"How about we go for drinks on Friday to celebrate?" James suggests.

"A double date," Sirius insists. "Me and Remus, you and Regulus."

James nods. "Why not," he replies, before realising what he's just agreed to. He sees the way Sirius' eyes narrow and is very glad for Remus' presence in the room. "On that note, I'm going to go and unpack my suitcase."

"James," Sirius mutters in a warning voice.

"I'm in so much trouble aren't I?" James replies.

"Maybe I can be a little forgiving since you brought Remus into my life," Sirius murmurs, pondering. "But I'm watching you, Potter."

"On that note, I'm going back to bed," Remus says, walking towards the door.

"Insatiable, aren't you? There's no getting rid of you, is there?"

"Not unless you want to get rid of me."

James covers his ears as Sirius eagerly rushes down the hall after Remus. Maybe unpacking the suitcase can wait. Maybe he'll go and see Regulus and save himself hearing what this pair have planned.

He grabs the suitcase and quickly leaves.

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