poor little rich boy

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“I have no idea.” Remus admitted. Kind of added to the fun of it though, didn’t it? Not like he actually wanted to get walked in on ever, much less by his parents, but it did add a thrill. He raised an eyebrow. “Feeling risky?”

“Huh,” Sirius looked over his shoulder as if Remus’ parents would be arriving right then. There was definitely a challenge to Remus’ voice, and Sirius could never resist a challenge. Not that he wanted to, “You know I am.”

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#twist and shout #remus #sorry this is short

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Remus was crumbling the paper in his grip. Objectively he knew this. Realistically he didn’t give a shit right now. Still beaming he kissed Sirius again. “Now is probably not the opportune moment for celebration sex, is it?”

Sirius kissed him back, “How long until your parents get home?” They could be fast. Proved that with the morning sex the other day.

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Remus laughed and planted an euphoric kiss onto Sirius’s cheek, not even caring that they were squeezing each other a bit too hard and it’d probably start hurting soon. He’d actually gotten into college! “Not yet, we beat them home. Should I dunno, should I call them or just wait?”

Sirius grinned widely. This was definitely the happiest Remus had been in a while, it was really nice to see that on him, “Leave it right inside the door for them to find.”

#twist and shout #remus

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i-am-remus:

“I got in.” Remus breathed, eyes bright. Holy shit, it was really happening. He’d done it. Actually gotten into his first choice school. Remus hadn’t even expected to get into a West Coast school. Whatever this meant for his friendships, for his relationship, that could wait at least ten minutes. He turned around and threw his arms around Sirius. “I got in!”

“You did! Told you you would,” Sirius grinned, hugging him tightly, “Your parents seen this yet?” Sure things were a little weird with Remus’ parents at the momment but they would be just as happy for Remus if not more so.

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#para #remus #twist and shout

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Sirius was right, it had to be an acceptance letter. Too weighty for anything else. Swallowing his nerves and his disbelief Remus tore open the envelope and started down at the thick official letterhead that had ‘Congratulations’ scrawled neatly across the top. “Holy shit. Holy shit, it’s real.”

“Yeah it is. You got in!” Sirius nodded, “Good job!” That wasn’t a lie, Remus really fucking wanted that school, they had a damn good teaching program and that was what Remus wanted to do. That much was great, whatever it meant for them could wait until after he hugged him at least.

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“I haven’t opened it yet.” Remus said, not entirely sure what he was feeling but definitely feeling… something. He’d thought about Portland in the wistful way he thought about a miracle surgery that fixed his skin. Never as anything that could actually happen. “What if it’s not actually real?”

“Open it!” Sirius said, “Come on,” He squeezed Remus’ arm bracingly. This was what Remus wanted, and that had to be an accceptance, “What else would it be? You can see it, I can see it?”

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i-am-remus:

Remus leaned back into Sirius, feeling a little fuzzy at the edges. He had known, logically, that of course he would get into a college or two. Having it happen in reality, that seemed very different.

“I got in. That’s what the big envelope means, yeah? I got in.”

Sirius looked over Remus’ shoulder at the purple and white envelope in his hands, “Oh is that--Oh shit that’s great! This was the one you wanted right?” It said Portland. Remus had talked about Portland before, their teaching program and all.

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i-am-remus:

In all honesty, Remus had forgotten about college acceptances. The whole thing with Sirius had rather eclipsed the minor details. He’d gotten all his applications before the break anyhow, so what did it matter if the acceptances had slipped his mind?

Only now he was standing in the entrance of his home, Sirius coming over any minute, staring at a fat envelope from the University of Portland, Oregon, hardly able to believe his senses.

Since he was technically only “allowed” to see Remus in the daytime Sirius was going to at least take that opportunity while he had it. James was out with Lily today any way and Peter was with Marlene so dammit he was going to see his boyfriend too.

He hadn’t really expected to see Remus standing on his porch, “You alright?” He asked, ascending the stairs to stand beside him.

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#always gold #para #regulus

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Months had passed since New Years and Regulus still spent more times scanning the hallways for the back of Sirius’s head than he cared to admit. There was no way (short of showing up at the Potter’s) to get any sort of contact and even if Sirius had left they were still family, dammit. He hated having to find out about his brother through second-hand info passed along from Rosie through Remus.

When he saw Sirius coming out of McGonagall’s classroom a few minutes after the lunch bell and blessedly alone, Reg figured it was his only chance. “Sirius? I- can we-?”

Sirius had blessedly been able to avoid his family. He caught a glimpse of Regulus at the dance, and a few other times at school. However, they tended to be busy, and it probably wouldn’t be all that safe to talk to each other. Besides, Regulus was busy.

Sirius had stayed behind for a few moments to talk about making up his work so he was leaving after James and Peter. It came as a surprise to see Regulus standing there, like he was waiting for him, “Oh, uh, hey,” He glanced over his shoulder.

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i-am-remus:

With the car in the question, more time than they’d originally thought assuming they could start it up without anyone noticing. Remus glanced at the clock and grimaced, rueful. “Sooner than I’d like. Ten, fifteen minutes?” He guessed. At least there wouldn’t be traffic.

“Well then we better get started,” Sirius said. Didn’t have time to do everything, they probably could squeeze in a fuck but it would be tight (pun intended), maybe just a blow or something. For the moment he kissed Remus again.

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i-am-remus:

“I can’t help it, Meryl Streep is a killer.” Remus only half-joked back. He did love Meryl Streep. But then he had Sirius draped across him and all thoughts of actresses vanished. He had much, much better things on his mind. Humming his approval he slung his arms around Sirius’s waist.

Sirius snorted. He could have come back with something quippy but they were very quickly running out of time. He didn’t even know how much time they even had, “When do you have to leave?” He asked, pulling back just slightly.

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i-am-remus:

“Automatic instinct.” Remus said with a little shrug, flopping back down mostly so he could regain the use of his arms without falling over. Falling off the bed would ruin the mood. And probably get them caught. “C’mere.”

“Thinking about someone else?” Sirius asked teasingly. He cocked his head, still leaning over Remus, “Alright alright,” He draped himself over Remus, kissing him again.

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i-am-remus:

“That’s what she said.” Remus mumbled before he could help himself, leaning forward to meet his boyfriend halfway and steal a kiss. Definitely worth sneaking out for this.

“Not he?” Sirius raised an eyebrow. He kissed back. Did they have time? Or they could just make out, probably shouldn’t think that hard though, kissing was a lot more enjoyable.

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“My bike’ll fit on your car, yeah?” Remus asked, thinking it through. They could probably manage it, they still had time. Not like he didn’t love just a night full of cuddles and sleeping together.

“We’ll make it fit,” Sirius said. Couldn’t be that hard, if nothing else they could take the front wheels off and it would work out. Sirius had more important things on his mind, like leaning in close to Remus again.

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i-am-remus:

Remus grinned. That definitely sounded much more appealing than biking back home. He glanced at the clock, considering it. “Y’think we’ve got enough time?” He asked.

“We’ve got time for something,” Even if it wasn’t time for a full on fuck session they at least could manage a hand job or a blow job or something, “I can drive you back to your place. Gives us a little longer.”

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“Not even remotely.” Remus said, seriously considering just snuggling back to Sirius and cuddling his way back to sleep consequences be damned. But his parents may literally lock him in a tower if they found out and he didn’t really want to be the damsel in distress.

“Technically if I’m not home before Dad wakes up we’re screwed.”

“Could be screwed here too,” Sirius muttered. Not sure if that made sense, but the thought had gone through his head. What kind of horny teenager would he be without at least asking. He sat down on the edge of the bed.