Sirius was bored of James' lengthy descriptions of the exact shade of green of Lily Evan's eyes and the precise formations of the freckles on her nose and had decided to seek his mirth elsewhere this evening. Reliable Remus may not be the chaos extraordinaire that James was but at least he was always waiting and willing.
Sirius had decided not to think about the slightly strange looks that Remus had been giving him lately; the other day Sirius had winked at his Moony in a gesture of shared jubilation at the corking view they had of Mary's rack only to find Moony gazing at him with a pained expression, a blush creeping up his neck. But Sirius wasn't thinking about that so it was ok, besides there was probably a perfectly rational, perfectly heterosexual explanation.
The path that cut through the small garden to the front door was bathed in just enough light to allow Sirius to pick his way safely along the broken concrete slabs and between the clumps of weeds. The light was spilling out the through the living room window whose curtains Remus hadn't thought to close.
Sirius could pick out some horribly girly sounding music blaring inside. He stopped in his tracks as he spotted Remus crawl from the kitchen wearing his pyjamas, a bottle of wine clutched in one hand and clearly very, very drunk. Sirius chuckled to himself and moved slightly into the shadows, waiting patiently for the embarrassing moment that was sure to follow.
He watched as Remus clawed his way up the sofa into a standing position and puffed out his chest. Sirius wondered if Remus was about to vomit and was already planning the exact words he would use to relay this story to James. But Remus wasn't sick; instead as the music swelled, he leapt rather ungracefully on to the table.
Sirius could hear Remus' tuneless rendition of the song as he belted it out, eyes screwed shut with effort and free hand clutched in front of him. Sirius covered his mouth with his hand to try and smother his laughter but Remus would never hear over his wailing.
The music seemed to have reached its climax as at that moment Remus spun round on the table and lifted his arms up to the heavens facing Sirius. His face was rosy and his hair tousled. His top was pulled up with his raised arms exposing a sizable portion of smooth skin. The familiar flat stomach broken by angled hip bones emphasized by his pyjama bottoms slung low, perilously low, a small dusting of dirty blonde hairs disappearing teasingly beneath the waistband.
Sirius stared.
And stared.
And stared some more.
At some point his mouth had dropped open but he wasn't aware of this.
His breath hitched.
Then the song was ended. Remus spun back around and the spell was broken. Remus continued his karaoke session into the next song but Sirius heard none of it. He stood momentarily rooted to the spot before numbly turning and hurrying back down the path, mind reeling.
What the hell was wrong with him?
The night had grown uncomfortably warm as he tried desperately to ignore the squirming in his stomach. He vowed that he would never, ever tell anyone about what he'd just witnessed… ever.
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