@wolfstarmicrofic | Asexual | Word Count: 402
"Remus and Sirius!" Marlene’s voice shouted over the loud music of the party, followed by a chorus of rowdy cheers.
Sirius was practically shoved through the door of the broom cupboard, Remus stumbling in right beside him before the lock clicked shut.
The cramped space was plunged into pitch darkness.
"Lumos," Remus murmured. He leaned his shoulders back against the wall, offering a comfortable, easy smile. "Well. We don't have to do anything, obviously. We can just sit here and wait it out."
Sirius leaned against the door, slipping his hands into his pockets. He just looked at his best friend.
This was it. The locked door, the tight space, the boy he was utterly, hopelessly in love with. It was the perfect, cliché setup to step forward, push Remus against the wall, and do exactly what everyone else was doing at the party.
But standing there under the warm wandlight, Sirius realized the thought of making out heavily, of wandering hands and the frantic, sexual heat everyone else chased, just left him feeling completely disconnected. He didn't want to unbutton Remus's pants. He didn't want the hunger or the rush.
Did he want to kiss him? Yes. Absolutely. But not like this. Not forced by a stupid party game and a ticking clock. He wanted their first kiss to happen entirely naturally, in a quiet moment that belonged only to them.
Right now, all Sirius wanted was to hug him. He wanted to squeeze just that little bit tighter so Remus knew he was there, and that he was entirely, unconditionally loved.
"Sirius?" Remus asked softly, his smile faltering just a fraction at the long silence. "Are you alright?"
Sirius pushed off the door, closing the tiny gap between them. His chest felt incredibly light.
"I am," Sirius said, his voice quiet. "I just don't want to play the game. Can I just hold you?"
Remus’s shoulders relaxed instantly, a look of absolute, tender understanding washing over his face.
"Of course," he whispered.
Sirius stepped forward, wrapping his arms securely around Remus’s torso and burying his face in the warm, familiar wool of his jumper. Remus’s free arm immediately came up to wrap around his back, holding him safe and solid.
Sirius closed his eyes, breathed in the scent of him, and squeezed just that little bit tighter. It was exactly what he wanted, and for now, it was perfectly enough.
