Both of them were stark naked. Completely naked.
Very much naked.
And, on top of that, both the boys were tangling the other's bodies with their own. Arm interlaced around back, hand placed on neck, lips connected, breathing hot a dense breath into their partner's eager mouths and lungs.
Hot and sweat, both of them knew that they shouldn't be doing this, but, somehow the thought of them getting caught, the adrenaline rush of being exposed made them all the more confident and even more enthusiastically to be in compromising positions.
They were making up, making up for all the times when they should have been allowed to merely kiss their lover on the cheek without getting teased for weeks following the incident. Society was shit, full of shit, why could a girl lovingly peck her boyfriend's lips at dinner whilst Sirius couldn't do the same without a thousand eyes suddenly turned on him.
So, here they were, making up for lost time in a broom closet, hiding from the world.
They shouldn't be doing this, they shouldn't have to hide.
Then, as that very thought fluttered through Remus's head, an "I love you." bubbled past his lips like the product from a long and heavily awaited drag of a cigarette.
Sirius felt a white hot fire burn up inside him, Remus loved him.
"I think I love you, too."
Guys...
What the the hell did I just write?
Did I just write-
Wha-
Why?
I was going to make James walk in on them and make it funny, but then after I wrote that first sentence...