Expressing Yourself
Pairings: Remus/Sirius, James/Lily
Warnings: Slash! You know you love it.
A/N:
Disclaimer: None of these characters etc. are ours.
The next morning, Remus woke up feeling warm and squishy. He yawned, stretched and rolled over onto his back to stare up at the canopy above him. The sunshine was filtering through a crack in his curtains, bathing him in a rosy glow.
"REEEMIIIIEEEEEE!" Sirius launched himself through the curtains and landed heavily on Remus' bed, winding the boy underneath, and almost certainly traumatising him for life. The damage was soon repaired as Sirius beamed up at Remus and said,
"Good morning, Remie!" Remus grinned back.
"Morning, Sirius…"
"How's my favourite person in the whole wide world?!"
"I'm…Sirius you're not wearing anything!" Remus felt his face getting very hot and pulled the duvet up to his chest in embarrassment.
"Yes I am! I'm wearing boxers!"
"You're not wearing anything substantial!"
"I'm wearing boxers!"
"They don't count!"
"Would you prefer it if I wasn't wearing them?" Remus stared hard at him.
"Sirius…I'm not wearing anything either." He said through gritted teeth. There was a pause, and then they heard a loud thump from the middle of the room. They looked round to see Peter, out cold on the floor in his pyjamas. Remus raised an eyebrow.
"Did we kill him?" Sirius rolled off the floor and wandered over to where Peter was lying. He scrutinised him for a few seconds, then prodded him with his foot. No response. Sirius turned and flashed a smile at Remus.
"Yep! Definitely dead!"
"Oh…Wanna go get breakfast?"
"Sure!"
…
"Sirius…" Remus growled threateningly, "Stop it."
"Stop what?" Sirius smiled innocently, or as innocently as Sirius Black can smile.
"Grabbing my ass."
"Aww, you know you like it!"
"Sirius, we're in public! Not now!"
"Fine…how about now?" Remus glared and slapped his hand away.
"No."
"…Now?"
"Sirius!" Sirius shrugged and moved away, blowing Remus a kiss cheekily. He stuck his fingers through his belt loops as he walked, tugging on them slightly. The motion caused his trousers to slip down a centimetre or so to settle low on his hips. Remus couldn't help but let his eyes wander over the little bit of skin that was now exposed and...
Remus blinked.
"Sirius...are you wearing pink boxers?"
"Uh..." Now it was Sirius' turn to go red, glancing down at his midriff to check. "Looks like it."
"But now it's just OBVIOUS you're, well, not the womaniser you pretend to be, if you catch my drift."
"How so, Moons?"
"Pink is a girly colour - you're not girly." Sirius looked affronted.
"Not only girls can wear pink, you know." Remus raised an eyebrow.
"I didn't say that...I said it was a girly colour."
"So?"
"So, your playboy reputation is going to be completely ruined."
"Oh yeah? Just cos I prefer the other team doesn't necessarily mean I have to forgo my good looks. If I happen to make young ladies swoon on the spot, then that's not my fault- it's all down to my devilish good looks."
"And the fact that you flirt with said swooning ladies...?" Sirius flashed him a wicked grin that did something strange to Remus' gut.
"All in good fun, my dear Moony!" Remus sighed and carried on following Sirius and his pink boxers down to breakfast. Clearly some toast and tea was in order.
…
"Hey, guys," James hailed them from across the table, somehow managing to keep up the animated conversation he was having with Lily over the merits over getting detention every so often. Ok, so it was more of an argument than a conversation, but everyone could see that they were enjoying themselves, and so Remus and Sirius sat down opposite without further intervention.
Remus noticed Lily smirking at him from across the table. He raised an eyebrow and quirked his head to one side. Lily's smirk just grew wider and she looked extremely pleased with herself.
"So, you guys have made up then?" she asked. Remus and Sirius shared a quick glance as Sirius said,
"Yeah. It was silly anyway..." Lily rolled her eyes.
"I never doubted that."
"Whatever." Sirius leant over Remus to grab a bread roll from a stack to make into a bacon buttie, brushing his hand and wrist carelessly over his friends' own. Remus pulled his hand back slightly in surprise, shooting a warning glance at Sirius. The black haired boy carried on with his breakfast as though he wasn't doing anything. Remus had just returned to his own breakfast and was focusing on ignoring Lily's gleeful smile when he felt something brush against his leg under the table.
"Wha-" Sirius cut him off with a finger to his lips, glancing over at his friend beneath heavy, dark lashes. Remus stifled a protest and moaned under his breath as the something under the table moved higher up his thigh.
"Remus?" James looked at his friend oddly, "Are you alright?"
"F-fine."
"Are you sure?" That came from Sirius, the cheeky bastard, along with a little smile. Remus glared at him.
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Really?" The something was getting dangerously close to shutting down his mind completely. Sirius leaned a little bit closer and murmured, "You look a bit...feverish."
"Uh-really? I thought it was a bit hot in here, that time of year and all." Several people along the Gryffindor table looked up with concerned looks - it was November. James now looked quite worried.
"Remus, do you want to go to the hospital wing?" Remus bit his lip and shook his head.
"Honestly I'm-" He stopped abruptly, flushing even more. Sirius smiled innocently at him.
"You're what, Remus?" Remus muttered something that sounded distinctly like 'I'm going to kill you, that's what.'
"Okay, now I know you're ill. C'mon mate. Up you get- hospital wing for YOU..." Sirius dragged Remus up from the bench and took his arm by the elbow.
"Sirius, what the hell do you think-" Sirius just turned back to the spectators to make the universal sign for 'loony' with his free hand before pulling his confused friend out of the Great Hall.
As soon as they were out of sight, Sirius let his smile blossom into a full blown smirk.
"Were you enjoying yourself, Moony?" Remus' mind was rapidly clearing and he scowled formidably at the other boy.
"What did you think you were doing?!" he hissed. Sirius laughed.
"You weren't complaining a second ago."
"I would have done if you'd had the decency to remove your hand from my-" Remus lowered his voice to avoid attracting any unwanted attention from a gaggle of third year girls as they walked past. "-thigh." Sirius said nothing, pushing and pulling Remus along the corridor, away from breakfast and the rest of the school.
"Seriously, now..." Remus frowned as he was manhandled into going down a dusty side corridor.
"I am being serious. I don't appreciate you pulling stunts like that while we're in public and you should...this isn't the way to the-" Sirius gave him one last push and Remus found himself against the wall, being manhandled in a totally different way. All protests were muffled in a searing kiss and, to be honest, they were more like breathy moans now anyway.
"Oh. My. God!" The boys broke away, realising just how many buttons on their shirts were currently undone as they fought each other reluctantly from their embraces and tried to look casual. Standing in front of them was Peter.
"Hey, Pete." Sirius muffled some sort of nervous laugh and moved as far away from Remus as humanly possible within the constrictions of the alcove they had somehow moved into. The plump boy was gaping at them, utterly speechless. Remus tried not to think about how obviously disheveled they looked. He could feel himself going red and stared resolutely at the floor, vaguely aware that Sirius was saying something.
"Listen, Pete, um it's not actually as bad as you think-"
"Oh my God!"
"Um, Pete?"
"You were kissing!"
"Well...yes, but..."
"Aha! You don't deny it then?" Wormtail folded his arms and gazed at the two with a disdain on his face that neither boy would have previously thought him capable of. "Sodomists!" Remus looked appalled, but Sirius, surprising even himself, threw back his shaggy black hair and belted out a barking laugh. Remus and Peter looked at him with identical looks of confusion. Sirius grinned wolfishly at Peter.
"You sound like my mother." Peter squeaked and spluttered indignantly.
"I sound like...excuse ME, but I-" Even Remus began to chuckle lightly, tentatively reaching out for Sirius' hand in the shadows. Finding it, he began to caress it lightly with his thumb, causing Sirius to turn red and splutter instead.
"You're excused, Wormtail." Remus said kindly as he looked down at the mousy boy who looked every inch the rabbit caught in the headlights of the Knight Bus.
"Yeah, Pete," Sirius added, stepping out of the alcove still holding Remus' hand in his own. "Run along, now." Wormtail glanced from the clasped hands to the pair's faces and fled. Sirius chuckled and glanced over at Remus.
"You're excused?" Remus flushed.
"Oh shut up, I know I talk like an old man." Sirius smirked.
"Yes Professor." Remus rolled his eyes and gripped Sirius' hand harder, yanking the taller boy towards him, whispering in the ear now centimeters from his lips. "Call me Professor," He muttered, leaning in even closer to ensure that Sirius could feel his hot breath on his face. "And I won't do this, ever again." He turned Sirius' face sharply to his own, and gazed, transfixed, into the dark, stormy eyes of Sirius Black, before leaning in and kissing him full on the lips.
Sirius moaned quietly and leaned forward to deepen the kiss...but Remus pulled away swiftly and grinned mischievously at the stunned look on the other boy's face.
"Come on, we're going to be late for class." He turned and began to walk away, with Sirius staring disbelievingly after him.
"You can't just walk away after you do something like that! That's not fair!" Remus sent him a wicked smile.
"Life's not fair, Padfoot." Sirius huffed and strode to catch up. If Remus wanted to play that game...then so be it.
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