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 “the beach boys” t-shirt.
remus tried not to think about his dream, in which he and sirius were alone down a long, cold corridor, and—
“yeah,” he sighed, looking at sirius. “unfortunately how come you’re… here? you’re usually in james’ bed.”
“i wanted to talk to you. about what you said earlier,” 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 hadn’t been able to read the expression on sirius’ face. but then again, sirius had always been complicated, yet compelling, to him.
remus hummed nervously. “what about it?” he asked.
“well, i didn’t mention it to everyone, but…” sirius pushed his hair back, “i’m queer. too. bisexual, actually.”
“oh.” 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. “yeah. so if you felt alone or anything in, you know, being into blokes, know you’re not.” he let out a laugh, and remus couldn’t really focus on what he was telling him when all his eyes could see were sirius’ lips.
“right,” he said, slightly lost.
“you were staring. at my lips,” he added, and remus felt his cheeks heating up.
“sorry. you’ve got, uh, pretty lips. i mean, they’re pretty, for someone who would like you. which is not saying that i like you, like, like you, but it’s just an observation about how nice your lips look, although i think you know that, because i’m sure i’m not the only one who tells you that—”
and then sirius’ lips were pressed against his, his hand tangled in the curls at the back of remus’ head, and he pulled him in closer, as if he wanted to muse them into one, eternally. sirius’ tongue rolled against remus’ 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.
“is there anything else you’d like to add about my pretty lips?” sirius asked, grinning down at him.
“you— you’re a good kisser,” 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.
