Jun 23, 2017
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‘ alright, we knew this day would come ; for once, i need to borrow your homework. no way i’ll finish this myself before class... ’
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‘ alright, we knew this day would come ; for once, i need to borrow your homework. no way i’ll finish this myself before class... ’
Morning After
Our muses wake up after a one night stand || Accepting
He was cold. Fucking freezing actually. That was the first thought James had as he opened his eyes, frowning at the sight of trees above his head. For a second, he thought maybe it had been a full moon. That something had gone wrong and they hadn’t made it back to the shack, but after a quick inventory of none existent pains, he knew he definitely wasn’t injured and that the full moon had been last week.
With a gasp he sat up, staring in horror at the clothes strewn around the clearing and the very real best mate also passed out on the floor, arm stretched out in what was most definitely some kind of cuddle position. James highly suspected that arm had definitely been around him. He was most certainly the recipient of the cuddle and whilst that wasn’t unusual in itself—he was beginning to remember some specific details involving a hell of a lot more touching under the night sky.
“Pads…” He nudged him with his foot, tilting his head as he took in the other boys equally half dressed state. “Pads, I’m gonna need you to wake the fuck up and have a crisis with me, a really important crisis. A dick crisis.”
He paused, running a hand through his hair as he swallowed heavily. It wasn’t as though he’d never casually thought about his best mate being attractive before. In a way that blokes provided that kinda moral support to their best mate. Maybe he’d thought about kissing him a few times, but only cause Sirius was his best mate and really, James should be the one who knew all of those things about him and to have tried it once. It didn’t mean anything—not at all. Not even if James was sometimes a little bit jealous whenever Sirius mentioned people that were fit—that was just—well he hadn’t thought of an excuse for that one yet, but he was working on it.
“Pads—seriously, wake the fuck up.” He nudged him again. “I mean it, it’s a real dick crisis—as in I’m pretty sure our dicks just got really intimately acquainted and whilst I’d like to have a discussion about your opinion of my dick skills—first we need to have a bloody crisis about it.”
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‘ sirius... please tell me you didn’t buy a dog. ’
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almost a month had gone by since they’d uncovered the tunnel. remus used every excuse he could drum up to return to the fourth floor with sirius, climb through the looking glass and follow the rabbit hole to explore their own wonderland– but otherwise, nothing had changed. he couldn’t complain about their time together under the cover of darkness, not at all. remus simply wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand pretending sirius was just his friend all the time, that their trysts never happened, or worse, that they meant nothing at all. he almost didn’t want to know what sirius thought of them, wished he could be satisfied kissing and touching and ignoring whatever was between them after the fact. as it was, remus was not satisfied. it had been eating and eating at him, until one spring day, on their way to another fourth floor rendezvous, remus finally mustered the courage to say something. ‘ hey… ’ remus stopped in the middle of the corridor. he gulped air thickly, hands curling into fists at his sides so they would not shake. ‘ sirius… what are we doing? ’
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he'd been sleeping soundly through the ringing phone ; it was the shouted curse from the boy next to him which woke remus and made him groan into his pillow. ‘ whau- ’ he forced his groggy, alcohol-steeped mind awake. it wasn't too unusual to wake up in the same bed as his mate -- their drunk selves were keen on cuddling -- but sirius’ words sobered him immediately. ‘ we... what? ’
remus sat upright fast as his aching body would allow, thoughts sluggish as his hands wiped down his face, the dark circles under his eyes pronounced as ever. last he remembered, he was gargling down firewhiskey in a frenzy of gryffindor peak, poured by an extraordinarily drunk sirius in his lap. flashes of the night started to come back... all the flirting in a shadowy corner, putting his hands all over the lacy thing on sirius’ chest and dancing with him, and then kissing and kissing and kissing... it was a fog thereafter. ‘ are you sure? ’
the immediate thought that occurred to remus made his face drain of color. ‘ you don’t think... you could have caught... i mean, they wouldn’t mention that part in the o.w.l. section on werewolves, would they? ’ the thought made bile climb his throat-- that, or the exorbitant amount of drinking from the night before. ‘ oh, fuck, pads... ’ his head pounded, he couldn’t think straight, just kept rubbing his eyes as though he’d soon wake from a dream. he’d dreamt of such things, naturally, only never the morning after bit. ‘ i can barely remember anything from last night, ’ he groaned, hiding his face from the unforgiving light of day by wrapping his arms about his head. merlin, was that a memory he’d have liked to keep.
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‘ where did that hideous thing come from? ’
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even if lily assured him he had no reason to be, remus was terrified. he kept playing finger football with a sugar packet, sliding it back and forth across the wooden table, all bundled up in a scarf and a coat that swallowed his skinny body whole. the outdoor café sat halfway between the uni dorms and the bar where sirius played, and it sold remus’ favourite brand of dark chocolate. he put a square in his mouth, focusing on the sensation as it melted between his tongue and hard palate, his coffee warming his hands against the numbing cold. despite the temperature, the sky was a vibrant blue– remus only noticed when he saw sirius coming up the block. he grinned instinctively, waving a long arm at him, even as apprehension thrashed in his gut. after all, it would be a relief to finally admit his secrets, if only to remove their power over him.
iMessage ⭐️ Sirius
REMUS: I am so sorry
REMUS: I didn't hurt you did i?
