prompt 1: Hold On Tight
Title: Hold On Tight
Pairing/Characters: Remus/Sirius
Rating: T
Disclaimer: All your characters are belong to Jo.
Summary: Sirius takes Remus for his first enchanted motorbike ride and there’s another first as well.
Prompt:
barefootboys
prompt 1
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
In retrospect, Remus could clearly see how much of a Very. Very Bad Idea this had been. Unfortunately, few things in this world were more charming or persuasive than a Black, especially those named Sirius and called Padfoot. Remus had been forced to endure Sirius’ whining and begging since the beginning of summer hols when he‘d come to stay with the Potter‘s, but it had been the puppy-dog-eyes-of-doom that finally broken him, and before he knew what he was saying, Remus Lupin had agreed to go for a motorbike ride.
He didn’t understand why Sirius was so intent on him going for some pointless ride around the block, especially when he knew Remus loathed flying and usually respected that, but then again there were few things he did understand about this particular marauder. Enchanted motorcycles that could throw one off at astronomic heights and cause one’s cranium to shatter into a million crackly pieces being at the top of the list of Things Moony Didn’t Understand About Padfoot.
“All right Moony,” Sirius flashed a cheshire grin as he gunned the throttle, the bike still in neutral as he waited for Remus to climb on behind him. “Ready?”
Remus chewed his bottom lip worryingly and made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat, approaching the motor bike slowly and cautiously as if it might attack unsuspectingly.
“Don’t worry Moony,” Sirius said, stroking the chrome handlebars lovingly. “She doesn’t bite. Do ya girl? No, she‘s like a kitten, she is.”
“Perhaps I should leave you two alone?” Remus quirked an eyebrow as Sirius seemed to be getting quite intimate with his rumbling, sputtering, smoking kitten.
“Perhaps you should get your arse over here before I kick it to Cornwall and back.” Sirius raised his eyebrow challengingly, then gave Remus a pleading look. “C’mon Moony, you promised.”
Remus sighed. He wondered if Sirius practiced for long, tedious hours in front of the mirror to perfect the art that was the puppy-dog-eyes-of-doom or if it was something that came naturally to him.
“All right, all right,” he said. “Tell me how to get on the damned thing.”
Sirius beamed and it lit up his entire face and it nearly took Remus’ breath away. “Right!” He said, rather too enthusiastically. “Just put your hand on my shoulder or somewhere to steady yourself, then just throw your leg over. You’re a smart bloke, Moony, I’m sure can figure it out.” Then: “ It’s going to be brilliant, I promise.”
Remus made a doubtful noise as he pressed his fingers into Sirius’ collarbone and threw a long, gangly leg over the seat of the motorbike. The black leather was pleasantly soft, like a cloud, but he did not know what to do with his hands now. Were there seatbelts on these things? When Sirius started to ascend, how would he be sure that he wouldn’t fall off backward and plummet to his death?
Sirius peered around at him and snickered. “You’re blotching,” he stated astutely. “Ready?”
“No,” Remus said, tasting the faint hint of bile in his mouth. “Not at all. What, that is, what keeps me from falling off the back exactly?”
Sirius looked at him as if he were the idiot. It wasn’t his idea to ride the stupid thing, after all. Sirius knew he hated flying.
“You hold onto me, Moony,” Sirius said plainly, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world and Remus was daft for not realizing it and should be held back at least a year for it.
“Oh,” Remus murmured. “Right.”
“It’ll be fine,” Sirius grinned, his eyes sparkling. “It’ll be brilliant. Ready?”
Remus nodded, afraid to speak, afraid to breath. Sirius gunned the engine and the motorbike lifted off the ground and at approximately the same time, Remus’ heart flew into his throat.
“Hold on, Moony,” Sirius reminded him and Remus slipped his hands awkwardly around the other boy’s waist, contemplating where he should keep them. Belly button? Remus wondered. No, too low. Ribs, perhaps? Sirius giggled and the bike surged forward spastically. No, definitely not.
“All right, all right,” Sirius laughed. “Stop groping me, Moony, I‘m not that type of girl.” He took one hand away from the handlebars and grabbed one of Remus’ hands, placing it at convenient spot between his ribs and naval. “Leave them here, all right?”
Remus nodded, though he knew Sirius couldn’t see him doing so, and moved his other hand to join the one Sirius had put around his waist. His skin itched where Sirius had touched him, and he scratched at it with his fingers nervously as they continued to motor upward.
Soon, they had drifted over the top of the trees and everything below them looked small, like the miniature replicas his mum liked to piece together. It was really beautiful, though he didn’t fancy telling Sirius he thought so, seeing for miles and miles like this, seeing places he’d never been but always wanted to go. The wind whipped across his face, and it wasn’t like the wind on the ground, there was something more to it. It felt freer, perhaps, in all the open sky. Being on the bike was almost like being on a broom, but it felt safer for some reason. Perhaps because the seat was wider.
“All right Moony,” Sirius shouted over the roar of the bike‘s engine, gripping one of Remus’ hands again. “Hold on tight, m’gonna open her up!”
“No…” Remus protested weakly, the fear stealing his voice away,. When Sirius laid on the throttle, sending them flying through the air, the wind lashing at their faces, awkwardness was the last thing on Remus’ mind, and he flattened his chest against Sirius’ back and threw his arms around him, hanging on for dear life.
It was odd and it was terrifying and it was adrenaline pumping and endorphin-boosting, and it was made of Sirius Black. Not so much Remus J. Lupin, but definitely Sirius Black. And even if he hated every second of it, he would tell Sirius that he loved it.
Finally, Sirius made the decent, not back to James’ front yard where they’d taken off, but to a small field right outside of Devon. When the bike touched the earth again, Remus felt his heart slide down his throat and back into his chest where it belonged. He was suddenly aware of the lack of empty space between Sirius’ back and his chest and the deadly grip he had around Sirius’ waist, and the rapid rising and falling of Sirius’ chest.
“M-Moony,” Sirius spoke, sounding a bit unsure of his own voice.
“Er,” Remus answered, attempting to loosen his grip but failing miserably. His arms, it seemed, had lost all feeling.
“Did…did you like it, then?” Sirius asked so quietly that it was unnerving. Who are you, Remus thought, and what have you done with my loud, obnoxious friend whom talks like an air siren?
“Yeah,“ Remus gave another pathetic, monosyllabic response. Sirius craned his neck around to look at him and his lips brushed against Remus’ and his entire body fluttered. “I guess I did.”
With speed and grace well beyond the talents and upbringing of even a Black, Sirius swung his right leg over to join his left, then his left -- barely grazing Remus’ nose by a few millimeters-- over to the right so that he was straddling the bike backward now, squeezing Remus’ face between his hands and pressing their lips together.
It was wet and it was awkward, the way first kisses usually are. It tasted of nicked muggle fags and James’ mum’s horrible lemonade, but it was all Sirius, and Remus had never tasted anything quite like it and never wanted to taste anything else again. It was intoxicating and sobering all at once, which was confusing, and was probably why his head felt detached from the rest of him. He felt Sirius’ tongue, just for a moment, and that brief moment sent such a spark of something through him that it caused Remus to jump and very nearly fall off the bike. Sirius chuckled and swiped black fringe out of his eyes, so clear and blue and pure, and he smiled at Remus in a way he’d never smiled at him before, and Remus wondered idly if Sirius had ever smiled at anyone that way before, and hoped he hadn’t.
“I know you hate flying, Moony,” he whispered, smiling at him shyly. “But it was the only way I could get you here, without the rest of the lot.”
“Thanks,” Remus blushed. “For that. And for the ride, it was brilliant.”
“You‘re a horrible liar,” Sirius chuckled. “You hated it. I know you.”
Remus shivered at the way Sirius had said: I know you.
“You‘re right,” he replied, fingering the neck of Sirius’ poly-cotton blend t-shirt. “But I didn’t hate this.”
Pairing/Characters: Remus/Sirius
Rating: T
Disclaimer: All your characters are belong to Jo.
Summary: Sirius takes Remus for his first enchanted motorbike ride and there’s another first as well.
Prompt:
barefootboys
prompt 1
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
In retrospect, Remus could clearly see how much of a Very. Very Bad Idea this had been. Unfortunately, few things in this world were more charming or persuasive than a Black, especially those named Sirius and called Padfoot. Remus had been forced to endure Sirius’ whining and begging since the beginning of summer hols when he‘d come to stay with the Potter‘s, but it had been the puppy-dog-eyes-of-doom that finally broken him, and before he knew what he was saying, Remus Lupin had agreed to go for a motorbike ride.
He didn’t understand why Sirius was so intent on him going for some pointless ride around the block, especially when he knew Remus loathed flying and usually respected that, but then again there were few things he did understand about this particular marauder. Enchanted motorcycles that could throw one off at astronomic heights and cause one’s cranium to shatter into a million crackly pieces being at the top of the list of Things Moony Didn’t Understand About Padfoot.
“All right Moony,” Sirius flashed a cheshire grin as he gunned the throttle, the bike still in neutral as he waited for Remus to climb on behind him. “Ready?”
Remus chewed his bottom lip worryingly and made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat, approaching the motor bike slowly and cautiously as if it might attack unsuspectingly.
“Don’t worry Moony,” Sirius said, stroking the chrome handlebars lovingly. “She doesn’t bite. Do ya girl? No, she‘s like a kitten, she is.”
“Perhaps I should leave you two alone?” Remus quirked an eyebrow as Sirius seemed to be getting quite intimate with his rumbling, sputtering, smoking kitten.
“Perhaps you should get your arse over here before I kick it to Cornwall and back.” Sirius raised his eyebrow challengingly, then gave Remus a pleading look. “C’mon Moony, you promised.”
Remus sighed. He wondered if Sirius practiced for long, tedious hours in front of the mirror to perfect the art that was the puppy-dog-eyes-of-doom or if it was something that came naturally to him.
“All right, all right,” he said. “Tell me how to get on the damned thing.”
Sirius beamed and it lit up his entire face and it nearly took Remus’ breath away. “Right!” He said, rather too enthusiastically. “Just put your hand on my shoulder or somewhere to steady yourself, then just throw your leg over. You’re a smart bloke, Moony, I’m sure can figure it out.” Then: “ It’s going to be brilliant, I promise.”
Remus made a doubtful noise as he pressed his fingers into Sirius’ collarbone and threw a long, gangly leg over the seat of the motorbike. The black leather was pleasantly soft, like a cloud, but he did not know what to do with his hands now. Were there seatbelts on these things? When Sirius started to ascend, how would he be sure that he wouldn’t fall off backward and plummet to his death?
Sirius peered around at him and snickered. “You’re blotching,” he stated astutely. “Ready?”
“No,” Remus said, tasting the faint hint of bile in his mouth. “Not at all. What, that is, what keeps me from falling off the back exactly?”
Sirius looked at him as if he were the idiot. It wasn’t his idea to ride the stupid thing, after all. Sirius knew he hated flying.
“You hold onto me, Moony,” Sirius said plainly, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world and Remus was daft for not realizing it and should be held back at least a year for it.
“Oh,” Remus murmured. “Right.”
“It’ll be fine,” Sirius grinned, his eyes sparkling. “It’ll be brilliant. Ready?”
Remus nodded, afraid to speak, afraid to breath. Sirius gunned the engine and the motorbike lifted off the ground and at approximately the same time, Remus’ heart flew into his throat.
“Hold on, Moony,” Sirius reminded him and Remus slipped his hands awkwardly around the other boy’s waist, contemplating where he should keep them. Belly button? Remus wondered. No, too low. Ribs, perhaps? Sirius giggled and the bike surged forward spastically. No, definitely not.
“All right, all right,” Sirius laughed. “Stop groping me, Moony, I‘m not that type of girl.” He took one hand away from the handlebars and grabbed one of Remus’ hands, placing it at convenient spot between his ribs and naval. “Leave them here, all right?”
Remus nodded, though he knew Sirius couldn’t see him doing so, and moved his other hand to join the one Sirius had put around his waist. His skin itched where Sirius had touched him, and he scratched at it with his fingers nervously as they continued to motor upward.
Soon, they had drifted over the top of the trees and everything below them looked small, like the miniature replicas his mum liked to piece together. It was really beautiful, though he didn’t fancy telling Sirius he thought so, seeing for miles and miles like this, seeing places he’d never been but always wanted to go. The wind whipped across his face, and it wasn’t like the wind on the ground, there was something more to it. It felt freer, perhaps, in all the open sky. Being on the bike was almost like being on a broom, but it felt safer for some reason. Perhaps because the seat was wider.
“All right Moony,” Sirius shouted over the roar of the bike‘s engine, gripping one of Remus’ hands again. “Hold on tight, m’gonna open her up!”
“No…” Remus protested weakly, the fear stealing his voice away,. When Sirius laid on the throttle, sending them flying through the air, the wind lashing at their faces, awkwardness was the last thing on Remus’ mind, and he flattened his chest against Sirius’ back and threw his arms around him, hanging on for dear life.
It was odd and it was terrifying and it was adrenaline pumping and endorphin-boosting, and it was made of Sirius Black. Not so much Remus J. Lupin, but definitely Sirius Black. And even if he hated every second of it, he would tell Sirius that he loved it.
Finally, Sirius made the decent, not back to James’ front yard where they’d taken off, but to a small field right outside of Devon. When the bike touched the earth again, Remus felt his heart slide down his throat and back into his chest where it belonged. He was suddenly aware of the lack of empty space between Sirius’ back and his chest and the deadly grip he had around Sirius’ waist, and the rapid rising and falling of Sirius’ chest.
“M-Moony,” Sirius spoke, sounding a bit unsure of his own voice.
“Er,” Remus answered, attempting to loosen his grip but failing miserably. His arms, it seemed, had lost all feeling.
“Did…did you like it, then?” Sirius asked so quietly that it was unnerving. Who are you, Remus thought, and what have you done with my loud, obnoxious friend whom talks like an air siren?
“Yeah,“ Remus gave another pathetic, monosyllabic response. Sirius craned his neck around to look at him and his lips brushed against Remus’ and his entire body fluttered. “I guess I did.”
With speed and grace well beyond the talents and upbringing of even a Black, Sirius swung his right leg over to join his left, then his left -- barely grazing Remus’ nose by a few millimeters-- over to the right so that he was straddling the bike backward now, squeezing Remus’ face between his hands and pressing their lips together.
It was wet and it was awkward, the way first kisses usually are. It tasted of nicked muggle fags and James’ mum’s horrible lemonade, but it was all Sirius, and Remus had never tasted anything quite like it and never wanted to taste anything else again. It was intoxicating and sobering all at once, which was confusing, and was probably why his head felt detached from the rest of him. He felt Sirius’ tongue, just for a moment, and that brief moment sent such a spark of something through him that it caused Remus to jump and very nearly fall off the bike. Sirius chuckled and swiped black fringe out of his eyes, so clear and blue and pure, and he smiled at Remus in a way he’d never smiled at him before, and Remus wondered idly if Sirius had ever smiled at anyone that way before, and hoped he hadn’t.
“I know you hate flying, Moony,” he whispered, smiling at him shyly. “But it was the only way I could get you here, without the rest of the lot.”
“Thanks,” Remus blushed. “For that. And for the ride, it was brilliant.”
“You‘re a horrible liar,” Sirius chuckled. “You hated it. I know you.”
Remus shivered at the way Sirius had said: I know you.
“You‘re right,” he replied, fingering the neck of Sirius’ poly-cotton blend t-shirt. “But I didn’t hate this.”