‘Yours. Think I like the sound of that.’
(( OOC: Written by: carpetheday ))
I don’t know what it is about your RP of Remus and/or Sirius that always makes me want to write about wolfstar but here we are. Enjoy.
Sirius had his back pressed into a corner, one foot up against the wall and his hand tightly gripping his mug of Firewhiskey
His eyes were fixated on the scene before him
The area of the common room that had conveniently been converted into a dance floor was just swarming with sixth years
Not just Gryffindors either
Every House had taken the opportunity to show up
Even a select few Slytherins had come
Sirius wondered if it was because Rosie supplied them with an obscene amount of Firewhiskey
Or because they actually enjoyed hanging around with the lot of sixth years
But it didn’t really matter right now since he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from Colin Avery’s bloody hand and its bloody spot right above Remus Lupin’s. Bloody. Arse.
‘An annoying fit arse at that,’ Sirius’ mind groaned
He watched as Colin’s fist wrapped itself tightly in Remus’ aggravatingly tight black t-shirt to pull him closer
They were practically chest to chest now
Their hips almost connected
Why Merlin why, Sirius grumbled to himself
The way Remus’ cheeks were flush from the heat of the room and the one too many Butterbeers he had probably thrown back was making the hair on the back of Sirius’ neck stand
Plus Colin had this hungry look in his eye
And it was making the blood in Sirius’ veins boil
So he gripped the cup tighter, narrowed his brows at the sight and closed his eyes
It’s just dancing you prat, he thought
It’s was just your best mate having a good time, he assured himself
It’s just your best mate dancing way too closely with some prat from Ravenclaw whose shirt was too small for him and whose eyes were too far apart
But that was beside the point
Sirius’ eyes fluttered open and he cursed into his cup as he took another swing
Maybe alcohol could shake the feelings that erupted in the pit of his stomach every time Remus swung his hips and raised the corner of his lip at whatever Avery had whispered in his ear this time
Maybe alcohol could help him not to feel this
Especially since he wasn’t supposed to feel this
And not because he was a Black
Nor did the fact that he was his family’s first heir
Or that his mother had essentially beat into him the idea that purebloods bred purebloods
Which he had figured out when he was fourteen
Quidditch pants were good for more than fast flying, he smirked
It was that this was Remus
It was Moony, his best mate (next to Jamie of course)
He wasn’t about to ruin six years of friendship over a crush
His heart thudded at the word and his subconscious spoke up, ‘Just a crush? Are you sure?’
He shook the idea out of his head
It couldn’t be anything more than a crush, he couldn’t let it be more than a crush
Because Remus didn’t see him like that
He spent practically every class this year with his eyes glued to the man and his insufferably lean frame every time he stretched his broad shoulders
Especially when he stood from his desk
The man was fit, Sirius wouldn’t deny that
Plus he told him all the time
But if Remus knew he meant it?
Like really, really meant it
If Remus knew that a shiver ran up Sirius’ spine whenever their arms brushed or fingers grazed or legs touched …
If Remus knew that the way he threw his head back in laughter, his neck exposed, made Sirius’ stomach flip and lips tingle …
If Remus knew that Sirius took the image of him coming out from the bathroom in nothing more than a towel that was hanging dangerously low on his hips with him into the shower …
He didn’t even want to think about it
So he took another swing of the last of the Firewhiskey in his cup and peered back toward the dance floor
He had had his eyes on them all night anyway, what was a few more times?
His vision was blurrier than it was before
But it was nothing to the spinning in his head when we caught sight of those sandy-blonde curls
The empty cup dropped out of his hand
He didn’t ever hear the plastic faintly bounce against the carpet
Completely pressed against each other
Eyes locked, chest’s heavily rising and falling
Both Colin’s hands now firmly wrapped around Remus’ waist
Remus’ hands interlocked behind the tossers head
They were going to kiss, they were going to kiss, they were going to kiss
Sirius felt like he was going to be sick
Definitely not a crush, his heart pounded in his chest
He pushed himself forward off the wall and barely felt his feet hit the ground as he flung himself towards the portrait hole
He didn’t hear James’ bellowing call over the music
Or Peter’s supplementary shout
He even tugged his arm away as Lily caught his elbow
They probably thought he was going to throw up
But let them, he probably was
Not when he knew how badly he wanted to be in Colin’s place
Not we had had imagined the feeling of Remus’ lips on his
Trailing down his jawline, his neck, his chest
His skin tingled at the thought
Why did he have to feel this?
Why did it have to be about Remus?
Why couldn’t it just be a stupid bloody crush?
He slammed his hand into the stone wall and cursed loudly when the sound of cracking reverberated in his ears
It was like white hot magma was running up his arm
Like it was dancing across the nerves under his skin
He clutched his fist in his other hand and cursed again
His knuckles were swelling
Blood faintly dripping from the scratches
What a night this was turning out to be
‘Where in Merlin’s name…?’
The voice trailed off slightly
He could hear the scuffling of shoes against the stone stairwell
Hear a very familiar voice
And his heart leapt into his throat
‘There you are, wondered where you had gotten off too. Why are you out here?’
Sirius had his back pressed into the wall, his hand still clutched in his other and his head dangling towards the floor
He was hoping the curtain of his hair would shield him from seeing Remus
He didn’t want to look up right now
Not when his head was swimming in alcohol
Not when his entire body felt this warm
Not when his heart was still slamming itself into his chest harder than it had before
‘Why are you holding your hand like that?’
‘Oh-oh, what the bloody hell did you do?’
Sirius’ voice was stuck in his throat as Remus spoke
It felt dry, so impossibly dry
Remus had wrapped his long, slender fingers around Sirius’ wrist
Sirius opened his eyes and his throat closed even further
Remus, wand in hand, was peering down at his knuckles with his brows furrowed and his golden hazel eyes glazed with concern
He was standing too close to him
So Sirius yanked his hand back, his elbow bouncing into the stone behind him
‘S’fine Lupin, how ‘bout you go back to Avery.’
The words had slipped out, slurred out, too quickly for him to reel them in
‘Avery? Who cares about that?’
Remus sounded bewildered by the comment
‘Look at your knuckles right now mate, they’re purple! You’ve obviously broken something!’
Remus reached out his fingers towards him again
Sirius’ head was spinning faster
His vision still clouded by the Firewhiskey
His head and nose filled with the most familiar scents
Remus’ cologne, the smell of his sweat, the way he always always smelled of chocolate
Why did he always have to smell so damn good?
Sirius was gritting his jaw and tensing his muscles
Which wasn’t helping the flaring pain in his hand and the rapid way it shot up his arm
The words came out aggressive, sloppy, harsh
Sirius had meant them too
He needed Remus away from him, as far away as he could get him
‘Would you stop being such a prat and let me heal it’
One hand connected with Sirius’ shoulder and slammed him harshly into the wall
The other wrapped around his forearm and raised his hand
Sirius was almost too distracted by the lack of space between them to hear Remus muttering a healing spell
Distracted by the beads of sweat dripping down the side of Remus’ face
Distracted by the way his collar bone peeked out through his shirt
Distracted by the pink flush of his cheeks
Distracted by the way his own heart was thumping so loudly now that he could feel the blood pumping in his ears
Sirius sucked in a deep breath of air as his knuckles popped into place
Remus turned his face from downward at Sirius’ knuckles to peer into his eyes
‘Now. Going to tell me how you broke your knuckles?’
Sirius brain was in overdrive and the alcohol wasn’t helping
He had Remus right in front of him
Their chests almost brushing up against one another
That hand wrapped around his wrist
The alcohol was starting to cloud his judgement
Why can’t you be with Remus?
Finally, his subconscious sighed
Sirius roughly wrapped his hands around Remus’ neck pulling him towards him
And then their lips connected
Remus yelped in surprise before his voice was muffled by the kiss
Sirius could feel the sudden change in Remus’ body, the muscles in Remus’ neck relaxing
He went from surprised to responsive
Merlin, Remus was responding
His chest roared triumphantly
He could feel Remus’ strong hands grasp his waist
And then he shoved him further into the wall
Their lips even more fiercely interlocked than before
Sirius was tugging on Remus’ bottom lip earnestly trying to deepen the kiss
Remus in turn was swiping his tongue along Sirius’ own bottom lip
Sirius moaned at the feeling giving Remus room to slip his tongue into his mouth
His skin felt like it had been lit on fire
He tasted like Butterbeer and chocolate and mint
Better than Sirius had even imagined
He ran his hands into Remus’ curls as his back scraped against the stone wall
Their hips grinding into one another
Sirius arched his back forward and a growl erupted from deep in Remus’ throat
I need to hear that again
In response, Remus had shoved him back even harder, pinning Sirius between himself and the wall as his lips hungrily continued
The heat between them was growing
The need to be closer coiling itself in the pit of Sirius’ stomach
Sirius felt like his heart was going to explode
Then Remus spread his legs with his knee
His erection was tightly confined in his jeans and now it was rubbing against Remus’ thigh
He groaned again at the thoughts his mind was conjuring
Remus tugging the zipper of his jeans down
Those fingers wrapping around him
He shuddered at the thought
And then shuddered again when Remus’ hips ground against him
He didn’t know how much farther Remus could push him
How much more of their bodies could be touching
With Remus’ lean torso rubbing against him
With his broad shoulders looming over them in this dark hallway
With his large hands grasping at his skin and moving so agonizingly slow down his body until they reached his arse
He could feel his chest constricting
His mind reminding him that he unfortunately needed to breathe
So he pulled back ever so slightly and the kiss began to slow
It became languid, soft, smooth
Their heavy breathing mingling between them as they pulled back
Eyes closed, foreheads resting together
‘Holy shit,’ Remus muttered breathlessly
Sirius’ eyes fluttered open at the words
A wave of concern and doubt suddenly washing over him
Please let this not have been a mistake
‘I’ve been waiting for you to do that since fourth year’
Had he heard that correctly?
Sirius could feel the corner of his lip turn up into a smirk
‘Should have done it yourself and maybe this would have happened ages ago.’
Remus released a soft laugh, his hands wrapped around Sirius’ hips, his thumbs comfortably resting on his hipbones
‘I should have. But this plan seemed to work just fine.’
‘You great prat,’ he tightened his grip on Remus’ hair and pushed his forehead further against Remus as the boy before him laughed
Wanted him to get jealous
Wanted him to make a move
‘Dangerous idea you had Moons. The wall I punched could have just have easily been Colin’s nose.’
One of Remus’ eyebrows kinked, ‘Ah so that’s how you broke your knuckles.’
Sirius ran his hands back down to rest on Remus’ neck
‘As a wolf you should know dogs are insanely protective of what’s theirs.’
Remus’ eyes widened, his lips parting slightly and his shoulders rising as the air left his body
‘Theirs?’ he spoke softly
Sirius ran his thumb along Remus’ jaw
His eyes fixated on Remus’ swollen red lips
‘Well if you’re going to snog me like that than there’s no way in hell I’m letting you anywhere near another Colin bloody Avery. You’re mine Lupin.’
He watched as a smile spread slowly across Remus’ face
‘Yours. Think I like the sound of that.’
Sirius’ grin widened, ‘Yeah, me too.’