Chapter 4: Meet me in the bathroom (Part 1?)

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Remus blinked. Just you and me? Oh. Dear. Merlin. The boy squirmed in his seat, subconsciously biting his lip.

Sirius however was sitting quite calmly, and observing his friend with a small smile playing on the verge of his mouth. He was starting to see Remus in a different light. For the past few months he'd been having these urges…and had suppressed them. Moony was after all a boy, a friend, and a quite shy and reserved one too. He'd never… And so there was no point even thinking about it!

But now? Sirius wasn't stupid, and he understood a lot more about people than his friends usually gave him credit for. Being a prankster, top-mark student, school hunk and most popular guy in their year(okay, maybe that was a tie between him and James) at the same time? You needed some social skills to pull that one off.

So Sirius had noticed the way Lily acted, and how Prongs and the others had – oh so un-elegantly – removed themselves from the scene to leave him and Moony alone. He also noticed how nervous said wolf suddenly seemed. And there was something more there too, under the nervousness.. Though, he admitted, it was hard to know with Remus. He was one of the few people Sirius could never quite read. But, he smirked to himself, that wasn't going to stop him from trying…

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"Well then Loopy. Show us the good stuff!"

This abruptly yanked Remus out of his own mind-wanderings. Good stuff? And then he realized, of course, Sirius was talking about that remark Lily made. He coughed. Jesus, he had to stop imagining things!

"It's nothing, really", He mumbled. "Lily just bullied me into getting some stuff, nothing you'd be interested in."

"Come on Fruit-Loops, don't be such a party-pooper, we've got an hour's time to kill anyway! Is it something embarrassing? I bet it is! Show me, show me!"

Remus recognized this mood in Sirius, and realized he might as well give in right away. The alternative was spending the next half hour with a hyperactive Sirius pleading, pushing and coercing him with all means available, and he'd end up doing it anyway for a moment's peace.

"Pads, you know you sound like a baby when you do that right?" grumbled Remus, but with a reluctant smile.

Then he started pulling off his sweater.

"I'm wearing it, so just have to.." his voice was muffled by the sweater over his head.

Sirius raised his eyebrows. Was this the shy Moony he knew? He sure didn't waste any time, did he…

Remus got rid of the sweater, and started unbuttoning his shirt. Then he suddenly seemed to realize what he was doing, his fingers halting in their steady march down his chest. Sirius was watching hungrily now, and made an instinctive sound of disappointment as the process stopped. Remus looked up, and for the first time that day the two boys made proper eye-contact.

Remus blushed.

Was there a gleam in Sirius' eyes which hadn't been there before? No! He was being silly. And he certainly wasn't taking his shirt off either!

"Um, you know, have to take off my shirt to show you, and I can't do that here!"

Sirius pursed his lips. He wasn't about to let Remus revert to being Mr. Reserved again just like that. He smiled lightly at his friend.

"No problemo my friend, you can show me in the bathroom! Giddy-up, Loops!"

And with that he picked up Remus' discarded sweater in one hand, and Remus' arm by the other, pulling him up from his seat.

Remus mildy protested, but couldn't quite shake off that strong grip on his arm. Those strong, muscular arms…

He mentally whacked himself over the head. Honestly!

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"Allright", said Sirius triumphantly, ducking out from the final stall in the bathroom. "There's no-one here, I guarantee you. Is your shyness satisfied now?"

Remus gave him a doubtful smile.

"All right, all right. But I'm telling you, it's nothing special!"

Sirius perched himself on a sink next to the standing Remus, and grinned.

"So you keep saying. Let's see this un-specialness then."

Remus could feel the blush rising again, and hid it by bending his head and starting on his buttons again. Sirius leaned back on the sink's mirror and watched. The wolf's fingers worked slowly down his chest, carefully slipping each button free of its hole.

When he was finished the shirt hung loosely. Remus pulled off in a swift movement, thinking he'd get this over with as soon as possible and get out of this excruciating situation! Standing there undressing, with Sirius Black lounging right next to him, watching him…

It was almost too much.

"Right" he said, a little disheveled by his own thoughts, "ta-daa! The much-anticipated and Lily-purchased tank top!"

He tried to sound light-hearted, but his voice sounded shrill even to him. Now that he was standing there he just felt stupid. Why, oh why had he let Lily convince him to get that stupid thing?!

He was definitely blushing now.. and Sirius was probably laughing his arse off.

Remus carefully lifted his eyes and looked at the dark-haired boy still leaning on the mirror.

Sirius' long locks had slid into his face, and he was watching Remus from under them. Wow. He'd seen Remus pretty much naked before, of course, but never in a setting like this. He'd never noticed how nicely toned an upper body the be-spectacled boy had, or how beautiful his slender build really was. Sirius ran his tongue along the back side of his teeth, showing no emotion in his face.

"Hey, I like it. Looks good on you. Why don't you let me try it on?"

He gracefully jumped down from his perch on the sink, pulling his sweater off in the same motion. The shirt was unceremoniously ripped off, a couple of buttons flying – so unlike Remus' conscientious unbuttoning.

Remus' breath stuck in his throat.

Oh god.

He was standing here with his shirt off, and now Sirius was undressing too? The dog's muscular chest came into sight as he dropped his shirt on the ground. A couple of scars lined it – tokens from the countless full moons spent with a transformed werewolf. Remus couldn't pry his eyes away from his friend, and was thankful for an interruption.

"Come on Loops", half-slurred Sirius, slowly walking around him.

"I want to see how it looks on me.."

And with that he stopped behind Remus, placing his hands on his friend's sides. Remus didn't dare look up, but remained frozen in his position in front of the mirror.

Sirius hitched his fingers in under the infamous tank top, and started slowly pulling it up. Remus obediently lifted his arms, still not saying a word.

The wolf looked up, his dark eyes meeting his friend's in the mirror.

They were standing so close he could feel the dog's breath against his neck.

He said nothing.

He wasn't sure he could have if he had wanted to.

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Ok, guys!

I'm debating whether to leave them here, leaving the rest up to your imaginations, or continue in another(final!) chapter... which just might get a little smutty.

What would you like??