Words
Theme #10 All for us
Author's Notes: This is based off of a Kingdom Hearts doujin called 'Sweet Sweet Sweet.' If you've ever read it, you'll know where the inspiration came from.
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It was one of those hazy days in June, just before exams and summer vacation, where it feels like it should be summer and like hell I'm going to do homework so leave me alone, Moony. That type of day. A nice day. A perfect day.
Sirius Black, accustomed to doing nothing on humid, warm days such as these, rested on his back, letting the grass tickle any exposed skin his shirt didn't cover. As the heat beat down on him, he loosened his tie and sighed dreamily.
"It's nice out today," he told his companion, who stubbornly turned a page in his book and continued reading, acting as if he hadn't heard Sirius and was intent on studying. "The studying idea would work," Sirius said conversationally, as if Remus was not acting like a silly girl and giving him the silent treatment. "If you weren't known to study only in the common room or the library."
"You dragged me out here," Remus said, finally opting to acknowledge the boy's presence.
"I'm not keeping you here," Sirius pressed, grinning when he saw a blush paint across Remus' cheeks.
"Knowing you, you'd do something unnecessary to keep me here if I were to try and run away," Remus finally managed to say before returning to his textbook about poisonous ingredients to potions that were still potable. "Now leave me be. I need to study."
"The back of your neck is sunburned," Sirius continued, as if Remus' insistence on studying hadn't been heard—and it probably hadn't—and the Gryffindor boy reached out a hand and touched the back of Remus' neck, where it was turning red.
"Damn," was all Remus said, for he burned so easily but knew that a sunburn was easily remedied come nightfall when he'd be out of the sun and able to heal it with a flick of his wand. He wondered how his mother survived all those years without magic in her life and sensitive skin that burned within minutes out in hot sunny days.
"I think you've studied enough," Sirius declared and tried to pluck the book from Remus' hands.
The boy leaned backward, and a laugh bubbled past his lips before he could stop it. He looked at Sirius warmly before shaking his head and turning another page in his book, past deadly nightshade and onto the next poisonous plant.
"We're not all natural geniuses like you are, Sirius, dear," Remus joked, rolling his eyes skywards and blinking when he looked directly into the bright yellow sun high above them. He repositioned himself so that the book was propped up against a rock beside him. He rotated his body and rested on his side in the grass, one arm tucked beneath his head as he regarded the ancient tome sideways.
"Is it wise to get dirt on the book? It's not yours, after all," Sirius said uneasily.
Remus shrugged his shoulders. He shifted and his hand turned a third page. Sirius turned his head to watch him instead of the clouds. He regarded his face, the way his eyes flickered as he read, the way one bead of sweat rolled down his cheek, the way he licked his lips, the way the sun kissed his face pink.
The light brown haired boy looked up to Sirius smiling at him warmly, head cushioned in his palm, mimicking Remus' own position. The bookworm frowned for a moment before closing his book and setting it down gently on its back behind him. When he turned back around, Sirius was still smiling.
Remus leaned forward and Sirius met him halfway, kissing under the sunlight. Sirius closed his eyes and moved his lips, mouthing words to Remus against him. Remus stilled, and blinked his eyes open. When Sirius pulled away, he was still grinning and Remus was regarding him questionably.
"Study too much?" Remus asked delicately, raising his eyebrows upwards towards his hairline.
Sirius grinned, glad that Remus had understood his mouthed words. "Yep. You need to relax."
"What did you do?"
"Spoke without speaking," Sirius said proudly.
"…How?"
"Magic!" Sirius declared happily.
"…How?" Remus repeated, giving his friend a deadpan look.
Sirius laughed. He leaned over again, his smile turning sly as he kissed the corner of Remus' mouth. "Everything I do is magic, Remus darling."
Remus' eyes narrowed and he shoved the boy away, who released a small bark of laughter at the boy's rejection. He wasn't out for long, however, for soon he was back and invading Remus' bubble just like before, disregarding Remus' frown and shove away for the second time.
"You just read my lips," Sirius said, being perfectly serious now and inspecting Remus' eyes for something. Remus blinked and then rolled his eyes, laughing slightly at his friend's ridiculousness. "And you liked it. You understood."
"You're not too hard to understand," Remus teased.
"Say something to me."
"I don't want to."
"Come on…! Let's see if I can understand what you say," Sirius coaxed, jabbing Remus in the side so that he squirmed away from his fingertips. "You know you want to."
"Get off me, you great git," Remus said, shoving the heavier boy off of him and sitting up, checking on the book to make sure it was still in its proper place. He lifted his head and watched the clouds above him, the way the wispy clusters floated by, changing and adapting to the pressures of the wind.
With a sigh, he glanced at Sirius out of the corner of a honey-colored eye. Sirius was watching him, and gave him a toothy grin when their eyes locked. Remus was quick to look away, absorbing the momentary peace of the day, this beautiful life.
"While we're young, Remus."
"Sod off."
"You're so cruel!" Sirius said boisterously before slinging his arms around Remus' neck. The boy groaned and tried to shove the big faker off of him, but Sirius wouldn't budge. Resigning himself to a clinging Sirius, Remus reached for his book. Sirius protested loudly, "No, don't do that! Come now, Remus, don't be such a wet blanket."
"Get off me," Remus insisted and Sirius reluctantly released his shoulders.
"So cruel, Remus. I wonder if you even care about me," Sirius said with a flamboyant flourish and a dramatic sigh, falling to the earth and groaning about the injustices of unrequited love and cruel, cruel boys.
Remus scratched at his sunburn on his neck and cringed at the pain that shot down his spine. Sighing, he tried to block Sirius' puppy dog eyes from his mind's eye. No such luck. He turned back towards the boy.
"Fine," he said at last and Sirius perked up, beaming and brighter than the sun above them. "You great, big girl."
Sirius closed his eyes as Remus leaned over him, pressing their lips together tentatively and hesitantly. Sirius accepted the boy eagerly, his lips slightly parted as Remus began to move his lips, forming words without sounds.
Sirius' eyes popped open at the words mouthed against his lips. As Remus pulled away the black-haired boy sat straight up, his slate-grey eyes wide in surprise. Remus leaned back against the grass and looked up at him with a bored expression.
"Love you…?" Sirius asked, his voice sounding more high-pitched than he'd anticipated.
Remus said nothing, just toyed with a piece of green grass between his fingertips. He didn't meet Sirius' eyes.
"Love you!" Sirius said again, trying to regain control of his heart.
Remus sighed. "That's what I said."
Sirius moved forward and leaned over Remus, blocking the sun and casting the boy's face in shadow. Remus stared at him with a painfully neutral expression. Sirius watched another bead of sweat roll down his cheek and into his hair. He watched the way the boy's Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed thickly.
Sirius leaned forward and kissed him again, mouthing back a response that made Remus melt against him, fingertips wrapping around ebony locks of hair, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. Sirius squeezed his hands under Remus' back and pulled him upwards, sweeping his mouth against his.
Remus arched up, their bodies melding together as if melting in the sunlight's heat. The sun was all for them, and they delved deep, the sun kissing their cheeks and their backs, the grass bending to them as they moved, fingers touching hair and skin, lips crushed together in a companionable affection and desire.
When they resurfaced for air, panting, Remus smiled shyly up at Sirius, who cheekily returned the expression, brushing some stray strands of chestnut brown hair from Remus' sunburned forehead.
"Me too," he said at last.
"I heard," Remus reassured, thumb grazing over Sirius' lips, moist and swollen from their kisses.