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Sirius sighed, the jets of hot water where streaming over him easing the stiffness in his muscles.
Sleeping on the floor had never really done him much damage, but lying in the same position most of the night was hell on his neck.
Sirius hadn't dared move too much in case he woke Remus. Sirius had good control over his body, even in sleep.
It came from living with a family who hated him and had actually attempted to kill quite a few times.
Sirius yawned and stretched out his limbs. He had woken a lot earlier than usual. Around six he had felt Remus gasp. It was at this point he realized that he had let Remus catch him. It was also at this point that he realized his hand between the other boy's legs.
In a panic, he continued to feign sleep and roll off the other boy.
He'd heard Remus dash from the room and instantly felt guilty.
He'd probably scared the other boy half to death, and his innocence made Sirius feel even worse.
The last thing timid little Remus needed was one of his friends groping him in his sleep.
Sirius shut off the water and stepped out of the shower.
He dragged a towel absentmindedly over himself .
"I'll make it up to him." He mumbled, pulling on jeans and a shirt.
Sirius made it out of the bathroom in record time that morning.
Remus stared blankly at the book in front of him, he'd been reading the same sentence for the last hour and it still made no sense.
It took another few minutes for Remus to notice that the book was actually upside down. The werewolf glared at the book and picked up a different one to teach it a lesson.
Banging from the stairs told him the others were coming down for breakfast.
He set a 'content' look on his face and checked to see that his book was up the right way.
"Moony!" Sirius yelled cheerily.
Remus forced himself to look up.
He fixed a forced smile on his face when it froze on his lips
Sirius Black looked like sex personified.
Remus' eyes drank in the sight.
Sirius wore loose jeans that hung from his hips a little, a band of tanned skin visible before the black T-shirt started.
Remus' eyes lingered there for a moment as he felt an overwhelming desire to taste it. The boy's muscled chest shoulders and arms where very visible through the tight shirt. Sirius' dark hair was still wet and it stuck out on strange angles.
He never actually brushed his hair, he always just ran his fingers through it after his shower.
Remus stopped himself. He really couldn't think about Sirius in the shower without "issues".
Sirius raised an eyebrow.
Remus was staring at him with a really strange expression on his face.
It was something between horror and… something Sirius couldn't quite put his finger on.
Sirius suddenly felt very uncomfortable: He had seen that expression on Remus before. But it had been on a full moon…
Sirius felt like Remus' prey.
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