Fic Exchange: Fic for klef
For: Kerri/klef of Gryffindor
# of words: 1062
Title: There's a First time for Everything
Rating/warnings: pg
Characters/Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Summary: Sirius is convinced Remus should try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Remus isn't as sure, but an evening practicing with Sirius can't be anything but interesting, can it?
Author's Notes: Hope you like, bb!!
“Sirius, do you really think this is a good idea?”
Sirius looked at his friend as they walked onto the quidditch pitch. It was well past midnight; they could barely see the stands it was so dark. Remus had no idea how Sirius could see the goal posts; he only could because of his heightened senses as the full moon drew closer.
“Why wouldn’t it be a good idea? Don’t you want to be on the team with me and James? It’d be fun!”
“But I’m hopeless as Quidditch. I can barely catch a quaffle when it’s thrown at me on the ground, let alone hundreds of feet in the air.”
“Don’t say that! You’ll be great!” Confident, Sirius kept walking purposefully into the middle of the pitch. Remus however, didn’t follow. It was alright for Sirius; his hand-eye coordination consisted of more than watching his quill on the page. But Remus had always been hopeless at sport. And quidditch got violent.
And violent things tended to let the wolf out. The wolf he always tried so hard to suppress.
“Sirius,” he called, waiting for the other boy to realize he was walking alone. When he did, Sirius turned, shrugging at him as if to say “What? Hurry up!”
Remus sighed. He hated disappointing people. He never came short as a disappointment, that was for sure. But he couldn’t stand being a disappointment to Sirius.
“I can’t.”
Sirius sighed loudly, and trudged back, pulling his broom a little roughly from Remus’ hand.
“I wouldn’t make the cut, Sirius. It’s pointless. I appreciate you trying to get me involved, but I don’t think quidditch-”
“Yeah, right. Whatever. I’ll sign you up for gobstone club instead then. Lets go.” Remus trailed behind him as he angrily shoved everything back in the broom closet, and started striding purposefully back to the school.
“Sirius, I didn’t mean to be rude… but you know it’s a violent sport, and I don’t cope as well as others-”
“Yeah, I said it’s fine.” His tone of voice, however, told Remus it was anything but fine.
Sirius never put in effort for anyone or anything he didn’t care about. It was a rare occasion he did anything special for Remus, unless it was just after a transformation. He did even less for Peter. Everything Sirius did seemed to be with James. Remus knew he was probably hurt, offended for having gone to the effort of preparing to teach him, and being turned down at the last minute.
They entered the entrance hall, and Remus hurried to keep up with Sirius as he pulled back a tapestry and marched through it, letting it fall back in Remus’ face with a thud, raising a cloud of dust for him to splutter in.
“Sirius- please-” Catching up, Remus grabbed his hand.
Sirius stopped, staring. Remus looked back at him, confused, until Sirius pulled his hand out of his grip, folding his arms tightly across his chest.
“What?” he asked, frowning.
“Just… I’m sorry. I really do appreciate you offering to do this for me… but you know that guy in the year above us? The tall, massive, giant one?”
Sirius nodded in conformation.
“Well, he’s trying out for the chaser spot too. And we both know he’d beat me. I’m not… big enough to be a chaser, or a beater. I’m just… not made for quidditch.”
“Yeah. I guess you are a bit pathetic compared to him.” Sirius smiled, shrugging. “It is fine, really. I just… well-”
“You put in a lot of effort.” Remus finished.
Sirius frowned again. “No. none at all, actually. I was just going to throw balls at you, that doesn’t take much preparation. Why did you think that?”
Remus shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess you always do everything with James. Planning pranks, quidditch… it just feels like the only times you do something with only me… I don’t know, it just seems special.” He finished lamely.
“Special?” Sirius repeated blankly.
“Yeah. Like… like you’ve gone to a lot of trouble. Like that time when I was in the hospital wing and you broke in at three in the morning with an actual solid boulder of chocolate. That was something you wouldn’t have done for James, or Peter.”
“That’s because neither of them are chocoholic werewolves.” Sirius pointed out. Remus shrugged, looking at his feet. Maybe Sirius really didn’t care that much about him at all, if he never thought he did anything special for him.
God, maybe he’d made it all up in his head. That could be fatal.
“Look, Remus… the only reason I don’t do as much with you as I do with James is because…” he took a deep breath. “Because you make me nervous.”
Remus felt his heart drop. This could not be happening… he was going to lose one of his best friends… he couldn’t lose Sirius…
“Because of my…lycanthropy?”
“What? NO! No, Merlin no Remus!!! No. not because of your furry little problem, I promise. It’s just… you.” Sirius shrugged, and Remus froze as he then reached out a hand and tucked a lose strand of his sandy hair back behind his ear.
That was not what friends did to each other. Not guys, anyway.
But the weirdest part of that was that he hadn’t minded at all. In fact, he had liked Sirius’ hand grazing his face very, very much.
“But… but you like girls.” Remus fumbled stupidly. Sirius shrugged.
“Not as much as you.”
And then, quickly, his hands were wrapped around the collar of Remus’ blazer and were pulling him closer, and his lips nervously pressed against his own.
It was brief, but to Remus, that moment had lasted an age.
Sirius pulled back, his breath hot on Remus’ cheek. “That’s why I hang out with James more,” he whispered. “Because I want you.”
A blush was rising in both their cheeks. Dropping his hands Sirius swore to himself, turning away.
He thought he didn’t feel the same back, Remus realized. But that was wrong.
“Wait-”
Breathlessly, Remus pulled him back, holding one hand to Sirius’ smooth face, and moved his lips against his. Sirius’ hands swiftly found their way to his hips, to his hair, as Remus’ free hand moved to rest against Sirius’ chest.
It looked like this passage might be occupied for quite a while.
# of words: 1062
Title: There's a First time for Everything
Rating/warnings: pg
Characters/Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Summary: Sirius is convinced Remus should try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Remus isn't as sure, but an evening practicing with Sirius can't be anything but interesting, can it?
Author's Notes: Hope you like, bb!!
“Sirius, do you really think this is a good idea?”
Sirius looked at his friend as they walked onto the quidditch pitch. It was well past midnight; they could barely see the stands it was so dark. Remus had no idea how Sirius could see the goal posts; he only could because of his heightened senses as the full moon drew closer.
“Why wouldn’t it be a good idea? Don’t you want to be on the team with me and James? It’d be fun!”
“But I’m hopeless as Quidditch. I can barely catch a quaffle when it’s thrown at me on the ground, let alone hundreds of feet in the air.”
“Don’t say that! You’ll be great!” Confident, Sirius kept walking purposefully into the middle of the pitch. Remus however, didn’t follow. It was alright for Sirius; his hand-eye coordination consisted of more than watching his quill on the page. But Remus had always been hopeless at sport. And quidditch got violent.
And violent things tended to let the wolf out. The wolf he always tried so hard to suppress.
“Sirius,” he called, waiting for the other boy to realize he was walking alone. When he did, Sirius turned, shrugging at him as if to say “What? Hurry up!”
Remus sighed. He hated disappointing people. He never came short as a disappointment, that was for sure. But he couldn’t stand being a disappointment to Sirius.
“I can’t.”
Sirius sighed loudly, and trudged back, pulling his broom a little roughly from Remus’ hand.
“I wouldn’t make the cut, Sirius. It’s pointless. I appreciate you trying to get me involved, but I don’t think quidditch-”
“Yeah, right. Whatever. I’ll sign you up for gobstone club instead then. Lets go.” Remus trailed behind him as he angrily shoved everything back in the broom closet, and started striding purposefully back to the school.
“Sirius, I didn’t mean to be rude… but you know it’s a violent sport, and I don’t cope as well as others-”
“Yeah, I said it’s fine.” His tone of voice, however, told Remus it was anything but fine.
Sirius never put in effort for anyone or anything he didn’t care about. It was a rare occasion he did anything special for Remus, unless it was just after a transformation. He did even less for Peter. Everything Sirius did seemed to be with James. Remus knew he was probably hurt, offended for having gone to the effort of preparing to teach him, and being turned down at the last minute.
They entered the entrance hall, and Remus hurried to keep up with Sirius as he pulled back a tapestry and marched through it, letting it fall back in Remus’ face with a thud, raising a cloud of dust for him to splutter in.
“Sirius- please-” Catching up, Remus grabbed his hand.
Sirius stopped, staring. Remus looked back at him, confused, until Sirius pulled his hand out of his grip, folding his arms tightly across his chest.
“What?” he asked, frowning.
“Just… I’m sorry. I really do appreciate you offering to do this for me… but you know that guy in the year above us? The tall, massive, giant one?”
Sirius nodded in conformation.
“Well, he’s trying out for the chaser spot too. And we both know he’d beat me. I’m not… big enough to be a chaser, or a beater. I’m just… not made for quidditch.”
“Yeah. I guess you are a bit pathetic compared to him.” Sirius smiled, shrugging. “It is fine, really. I just… well-”
“You put in a lot of effort.” Remus finished.
Sirius frowned again. “No. none at all, actually. I was just going to throw balls at you, that doesn’t take much preparation. Why did you think that?”
Remus shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess you always do everything with James. Planning pranks, quidditch… it just feels like the only times you do something with only me… I don’t know, it just seems special.” He finished lamely.
“Special?” Sirius repeated blankly.
“Yeah. Like… like you’ve gone to a lot of trouble. Like that time when I was in the hospital wing and you broke in at three in the morning with an actual solid boulder of chocolate. That was something you wouldn’t have done for James, or Peter.”
“That’s because neither of them are chocoholic werewolves.” Sirius pointed out. Remus shrugged, looking at his feet. Maybe Sirius really didn’t care that much about him at all, if he never thought he did anything special for him.
God, maybe he’d made it all up in his head. That could be fatal.
“Look, Remus… the only reason I don’t do as much with you as I do with James is because…” he took a deep breath. “Because you make me nervous.”
Remus felt his heart drop. This could not be happening… he was going to lose one of his best friends… he couldn’t lose Sirius…
“Because of my…lycanthropy?”
“What? NO! No, Merlin no Remus!!! No. not because of your furry little problem, I promise. It’s just… you.” Sirius shrugged, and Remus froze as he then reached out a hand and tucked a lose strand of his sandy hair back behind his ear.
That was not what friends did to each other. Not guys, anyway.
But the weirdest part of that was that he hadn’t minded at all. In fact, he had liked Sirius’ hand grazing his face very, very much.
“But… but you like girls.” Remus fumbled stupidly. Sirius shrugged.
“Not as much as you.”
And then, quickly, his hands were wrapped around the collar of Remus’ blazer and were pulling him closer, and his lips nervously pressed against his own.
It was brief, but to Remus, that moment had lasted an age.
Sirius pulled back, his breath hot on Remus’ cheek. “That’s why I hang out with James more,” he whispered. “Because I want you.”
A blush was rising in both their cheeks. Dropping his hands Sirius swore to himself, turning away.
He thought he didn’t feel the same back, Remus realized. But that was wrong.
“Wait-”
Breathlessly, Remus pulled him back, holding one hand to Sirius’ smooth face, and moved his lips against his. Sirius’ hands swiftly found their way to his hips, to his hair, as Remus’ free hand moved to rest against Sirius’ chest.
It looked like this passage might be occupied for quite a while.