Wolfstar AU- Discotechque (cont)
The blare of the alarm bounced against his head like a million tiny hammers. He tried ignoring the intrusive sound, burying his head further into his pillow but to no avail. Growling in frustration, Sirius forced his eyes open, grabbed the moon-shaped clock and shut it off gently despite his urge to hurl it across the room.
The gnawing effects of a hangover began to hit Sirius and he promptly made up his mind to go back to bed. He had just drawn the blanket up to his chin when he froze. There was someone lying next to him.
In one swift motion, Sirius whipped off the covers and stifled a high pitched scream.
"What the--EW!! Wormtail, what the hell are you doing in my bed?!"
Peter fell to the ground after a swift kick from Sirius.
"Ouch!! What the hell Padfoot!"
"Damn mate.. you don't have to be so harsh."
Sirius stifled another scream. Prongs emerged from deeper within the covers, his hair looking like tumbleweed.
"What are you two boogers doing in my glorious bed! What happened--?" Sirius stopped mid exclamation, and stared down. Why in the world was Moony's sinful grey vneck in his lap?
Swallowing a painfully dry lump in his throat, Sirius peered cautiously under his covers only to find Prong's big ugly feet staring back at him. He sighed in relief. Thank god Remus wasn't lying shirtless in his bed. The imagery however, set his imagination into overdrive causing the blood to rush to his brain.
Peter and James who watched Sirius carefully, exchanged a knowing look and grinned.
"Looking for something Pads?" James asked casually.
Sirius snapped out of it. "Oh erm no. What happened?"
"You got sorority girl wasted and we had to haul your drunk ass here before they called the cops on us." Peter yawned.
"Yeah you almost assaulted some middle aged women having a mid-life crisis party" James added, grinning.
Sirius groaned and buried his hands in his face. So much for looking cool.
"Alright, that's good an' all. But you nerds thought it was a good idea to come back to my place AND sleep in my bed?"
"Well you have a king sized bed--" Peter had recovered from his fall and was now walking around the room, rubbing his bum.
"Not to mention all these pillows. Honestly, Sirius is that eyeliner I see in your vanity?" James asked squinting at his wardrobe.
"It brings out my eyes!" Sirius retorted angrily. The bedroom door opened and Moony came in with a towel on his head.
“Sirius I hope you don’t mind--I borrowed some of your clothes, your barf kinda ruined mine last night.”
Sirius was rendered speechless. On one hand he was mortified that he had presumably vomited on Remus (My reputation!) On the other hand, Remus fucking Lupin was standing in his bedroom with wet hair and wearing a pair of his sweats which, he observed were a bit too short and a little too tight on him.
“I call dibs!” Peter suddenly roared.
Both James and Peter raced for the free shower and with further panic Sirius realized that Remus had used his shower.He quickly tried to remember if he put his electronic eyelash curler(which he “borrowed” from Lily) away and a shout of ‘Oi Pads, doesn’t this pink stick belong to Evans?’ from James confirmed his worst fears.
Sirius groaned and pulled his covers up to his chin. Remus was now looking around his room with a sense of mingled curiosity and amusement. Contrary to popular belief, Sirius was a very private person when it came to his own space and now the lads knew why.
“Why do you have five leather jackets?” Remus asked, peering at his closet.
“They’re all different styles!” Sirius exclaimed. Really, he didn’t realize why it was such a big deal he had five leather jackets. He liked leather.
“How are you feeling?” Remus asked, the towel now around his neck. Drops of water clung to his fringe and his cheeks were still flushed from the shower.
“I-I’m okay,” Sirius stammered. Remus grinned knowingly.
“Am I making you nervous?”
“No,” Sirius gulped. He noticed Remus had two birth spots on his neck. He didn’t know why this intrigued him.
“Thats not what you said last night”
Sirius tore his eyes away from Remus’ neck.
“What the hell happened last night?”
***
Sirius felt like he was in a fever dream. The shots he took so carelessly were finally beginning to hit him. Remus was pulling him to the dance floor, right to the very middle and Sirius felt his heart throwing itself against his rib cage.
This was his friend, right? Soft sweaters, lanky, tall, sarcastic Moony. He was just dancing with his friend. James called Sirius dramatic on numerous occasions (”I am NOT. I’m simply expressive”) and for once Sirius agreed. Clearly, he was overthinking this situation with Remus. Clearly.
The song changed to something upbeat but sensual and the crowd gave a roar of approval.
“Excellent,” Remus grinned. “I love this song”.
Sirius felt his mouth go dry. He’d never attracted to men before on rare occasions but he couldn’t help feel like Remus looked like a sex god tonight. The dim lighting of the club made his pale skin glow in enchanted sort of way and the shadows made his high cheek bones more pronounced.
“Are you nervous?” Remus smirked swaying to the music. “I thought you knew how to dance.”
“I know how to dance,” Sirius declared defiantly. The beat began to pick up, the crowd began to sway faster. Remus winked at Sirius and closed the space between them. He snaked his arms around Sirius’ hips, barely touching but close enough to make Sirius nauseous.
Remus began to grind his hips in a rhythmic motion, his body waving expertly to to the bass. He grinned at Sirius and bit his lip nervously, inching closer till their foreheads touched. Sirius’ eyes dropped down to Remus’ pink lips.
“Are you sure I’m not making you nervous?” Remus ask huskily.
He could feel the heat radiating from Remus, whose hands dropped down to his hips.
“You are...” Sirius croaked, admitting defeat.
Remus reached over and brushed a hand through Sirius’ hair. He grazed himself suggestively against Sirius and stared into his eyes.
Sirius felt the world spin. His stomach gave an unexpected lurch and he pushed Remus as far as he could before he hurled.
A collective groan issued from the crowd as Prongs and Evans rushed forward to grab him while Remus quickly pulled his hair back.
***
“Are you a stripper Remus?” Sirius asked, his face flaming once Remus had recounted last night’s events.
“Am I a what?”
“An exotic dancer? Do you have a side job to help pay your bills or something? Do you pole dance?” Sirius deadpanned.
Remus gave Sirius a brief look of astonishment and rolled his eyes. “Contrary to popular belief Padfoot, I have a life. That wasn’t my first time at a club.”
“What!” Incredulous, Sirius tossed his long locks. I’ve been made a fool!
“Yeah I used to frequent the discotechque’s when I went to Lyon for the summer. Remember my boyfriend, Corbin?” Another fruit, Sirius thought darkly. “We used to go a ton.”
Sirius didn’t say anything. He was having an internal battle. For one he was very distracted now that Remus sexbeast Lupin was sitting in his bed. He had the urge to kiss those two stupid birth spots on his neck and he had no idea why. He also felt insanely jealous of that dumb French dude who taught Remus how to dance like a...like a harlot. I was suppose to show him how to dance damnit!
Remus watched Sirius with amusement.
“Tell you what, maybe we should go out to dinner. No Marauders. Just Moony and Padfoot, yeah?”
Sirius smiled shyly. “And maybe,” he added, wiggling his eyebrows, “You can dance for me again?”
Remus laughed, pulled Sirius by the arm, and placed a quick kiss on his forehead.
“Maybe this time, I’ll give you a lap dance”
End part 2
