Solntse Snippet:
“You don’t want to fuck him on your private beach?”
“James!”
“No, Remus, listen to me. Listen. Do you love him? You’ve never actually said it. Do you love Sirius?”
Remus licked over his dry lips, pressing his forehead to the mattress. He didn’t even have to think about it. The words were right there on the tip of his tongue. And what first came to mind wasn’t the ridiculous five pairs of swim trunks Sirius would no doubt buy him. It wasn’t the insanely expensive rooms they stayed in. It was the way he took stray curls of Remus’ hair between his fingertips. And the warm palm against the top of his spine. Pulling his sweatshirt over Remus’ head in the morning. And as the little things filled Remus’ chest rather than the big, for the first time, he felt okay about his answer.
“Yes.” Remus whispered into the phone, then louder, “Yes. It hurts sometimes.”