remus woke up from a rather strange dream. he looked around himself, blinking away the sleep from his eyes, when he heard a whisper.
he groaned as an answer, and sirius slipped into his bed, his black hair falling down his worn-out âthe beach boysâ t-shirt.
remus tried not to think about his dream, in which he and sirius were alone down a long, cold corridor, andâ
âyeah,â he sighed, looking at sirius. âunfortunately how come youâre⊠here? youâre usually in jamesâ bed.â
âi wanted to talk to you. about what you said earlier,â he continued, as an answer to the puzzled look on his face.
right. about what he said earlier, which was telling his three best friends that he was into blokes. james had seemed fine with it, peter looked the slightest bit confused, yet he hadnât been able to read the expression on siriusâ face. but then again, sirius had always been complicated, yet compelling, to him.
remus hummed nervously. âwhat about it?â he asked.
âwell, i didnât mention it to everyone, butâŠâ sirius pushed his hair back, âiâm queer. too. bisexual, actually.â
âoh.â was all remus managed out, and he selfishly thought about the possibility of having a chance with sirius.
sirius hummed, folding a small crease into his shorts. âyeah. so if you felt alone or anything in, you know, being into blokes, know youâre not.â he let out a laugh, and remus couldnât really focus on what he was telling him when all his eyes could see were siriusâ lips.
âright,â he said, slightly lost.
âyou were staring. at my lips,â he added, and remus felt his cheeks heating up.
âsorry. youâve got, uh, pretty lips. i mean, theyâre pretty, for someone who would like you. which is not saying that i like you, like, like you, but itâs just an observation about how nice your lips look, although i think you know that, because iâm sure iâm not the only one who tells you thatââ
and then siriusâ lips were pressed against his, his hand tangled in the curls at the back of remusâ head, and he pulled him in closer, as if he wanted to muse them into one, eternally. siriusâ tongue rolled against remusâ bottom lip, and it was all teeth and lips and tongue and remus had not imagined that his first kiss would be with sirius, out of all people, or that sirius would make him feel like that.
âis there anything else youâd like to add about my pretty lips?â sirius asked, grinning down at him.
âyouâ youâre a good kisser,â remus said, his voice slightly shaking, and he wished on everything he held dear to him, on the stars, even, that maybe sirius felt even the tiniest fraction for remus of what remus felt for him.
