R/S drabble 2
Crossposted to dogdaysofsummer
Remus can never decide if Sirius is a boy or a man, but there isn't any question that Sirius is a wizard. More importantly, Sirius is a wizard who is of age, which certainly comes in handy when the scorching heat dries out the riverbed. Remus and Sirius get to sit on the beach and enjoy chilled watermelon while the Muggle residents of the village retreat to the shade of their homes and pant like parched dogs. Only a few children from the wizarding families are present at the beach. Every once in a while, they run up to Sirius, pleading. With a lazy flick of his wand and a muttered Aguamenti, Sirius gives them a good soaking that sends them on their way.
Sirius is silent, for once, because he is too busy eating. The juices are running down his chin. There is no wind and the laughter of the children playing by the shore is muted by the air hanging heavy over them. Remus can only hear the seagulls. He takes his time chewing his last bite and can already feel the heat settling in now that there is no more cold watermelon to eat. Huffing, he throws himself down on his back. Sirius's broad, bare shoulders are tanned and he looks especially tall from where Remus is sprawled out. Remus wonders when men stop growing.
When Sirius is finished, he throws away the thick green rind and then there is a great big lot of boy on top of Remus. Remus thinks he can hear molecules of sweet juicy fruit flesh getting crushed between their lips when they kiss. If he could form words, he'd say that the taste is absolutely divine. "God, Moony, your mouth!" Sirius mutters, but after thirty eight seconds, Remus can no longer tolerate the weight and pushes Sirius off. "It's too hot," he grumbles, closing his eyes against the hurt look on Sirius's face. "Can you do your spell?"
Remus hears an incantation, murmured so softly he cannot discern the words, and then he jumps. There's an ice cube pressing against his throat, already melting from his body heat, but it's oh so glorious. Another touch on his mouth and Remus almost jumps again: Sirius's lips are also cold.
Remus can't decide whether Sirius is a boy or a man, but as long as the great drought of '76 is going on and Sirius is the only one of them who is of age, he is prepared to worship him as a god.
Remus can never decide if Sirius is a boy or a man, but there isn't any question that Sirius is a wizard. More importantly, Sirius is a wizard who is of age, which certainly comes in handy when the scorching heat dries out the riverbed. Remus and Sirius get to sit on the beach and enjoy chilled watermelon while the Muggle residents of the village retreat to the shade of their homes and pant like parched dogs. Only a few children from the wizarding families are present at the beach. Every once in a while, they run up to Sirius, pleading. With a lazy flick of his wand and a muttered Aguamenti, Sirius gives them a good soaking that sends them on their way.
Sirius is silent, for once, because he is too busy eating. The juices are running down his chin. There is no wind and the laughter of the children playing by the shore is muted by the air hanging heavy over them. Remus can only hear the seagulls. He takes his time chewing his last bite and can already feel the heat settling in now that there is no more cold watermelon to eat. Huffing, he throws himself down on his back. Sirius's broad, bare shoulders are tanned and he looks especially tall from where Remus is sprawled out. Remus wonders when men stop growing.
When Sirius is finished, he throws away the thick green rind and then there is a great big lot of boy on top of Remus. Remus thinks he can hear molecules of sweet juicy fruit flesh getting crushed between their lips when they kiss. If he could form words, he'd say that the taste is absolutely divine. "God, Moony, your mouth!" Sirius mutters, but after thirty eight seconds, Remus can no longer tolerate the weight and pushes Sirius off. "It's too hot," he grumbles, closing his eyes against the hurt look on Sirius's face. "Can you do your spell?"
Remus hears an incantation, murmured so softly he cannot discern the words, and then he jumps. There's an ice cube pressing against his throat, already melting from his body heat, but it's oh so glorious. Another touch on his mouth and Remus almost jumps again: Sirius's lips are also cold.
Remus can't decide whether Sirius is a boy or a man, but as long as the great drought of '76 is going on and Sirius is the only one of them who is of age, he is prepared to worship him as a god.