Merry Christmas, thoughtpoison!
Title: A Reminder
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All recognisable characters belong to JK Rowling and Warner Bros.
Author's Notes: Many thanks to my lovely beta! Merry Christmas, thoughtpoison , I hope you like it!
Warnings: none.
Prompt #9: MWPP, for once REMUS is dating someone and she's not a giggly bimbo (like the girls Sirius seems to always date in fics lol) she's a nice, smart, studious type girl (err...but not Mary-Sueish. O.o). Sirius of course is sizzling with jealousy. How they get together is up to you, as long as the nice girl doesn't suddenly morph into super-bitch.
To: thoughtpoison
from your Secret Santa
Sirius sees Remus kiss a Ravenclaw girl whose name he doesn't know outside the front doors of Hogwarts in November of their sixth year. Immediately thereafter, he feels as though he has been punched in the gut and hastens to the Gryffindor common room in hopes of finding James, who he knows will make him feel better.
"Remus has a girlfriend," he declares, flopping onto the couch next to him, for James is indeed there, staring morosely into the fire. "He has a girlfriend and he hasn't told us."
James' eyes widen with shock and he shakes his head slowly. "I-that-how? The last time I saw Remus try to speak to a girl was two years ago and he turned bright red, stuttered, and then ran away. I don't think he made a very good impression, and I haven't seen him try since then."
"Prongs, I saw him kiss her!"
"Remus-kiss?-are you sure it wasn't her kissing him? Studious blokes are very popular with the ladies, you know. He'll probably come bursting in here in a second with demands for his toothbrush and the world's largest tube of toothpaste."
"No, he definitely kissed her." A little pang resonates through Sirius' chest at the thought, though he isn't quite sure why.
They both look at the portrait hole and as though it's been commanded, the door swings open. Remus and Peter walk in and join them around the fire. Sirius finds himself unable to stop staring at Remus. How could he do this to him? And not even tell him?
To them, Sirius corrects himself. To all of them.
"'Lo," Peter says as he collapses into a chair. "Getting cold outside."
At this point, Remus notices Sirius staring at him as he sits down, and Sirius sees a flush rise over his cheeks. "Yes, Padfoot?"
"I saw you," Sirius says accusingly before he can stop himself. James smacks him on the arm.
"Saw me what?" Remus looks genuinely puzzled.
"Kissing a girl!"
Sirius sees the blush deepen, spreading over Remus' neck. Remus' eyes drop to his lap, where his hands are twisting together. He crosses his legs, uncrosses them, and takes a deep breath. "What of it?"
"So you admit it!" Sirius screeches, and James shushes him. Sirius ignores him. "Who is she? How long have you been going out? More importantly, why the fuck didn't you tell us?"
Sirius sees Remus' eyes dart to Peter, who raises his eyebrows back at Remus. He looks entirely unsurprised.
"You told Peter already?" Sirius holds himself back from screaming. Since when is he the last to know?
"Her name is Rachel. She's a fifth-year Ravenclaw. We've been going out for a few weeks. I didn't tell you because I knew you'd have a fit, and yes, I already told Peter." The last part is mumbled quickly.
"Have a fit? WHO THE FUCK IS HAVING A FIT?" Sirius yells, his hands balled into fists so tight the nails are cutting into his skin.
"Padfoot, calm down," James says, his eyes dancing. "So have you done the dirty with her, Remus, eh?"
Sirius is sure that if Remus says yes to this question he will explode. He stares at him, waiting for the answer. Remus' face is now on fire.
"You're positively perverted, James," he replies. "I have homework to do, so if you'll excuse me..." Remus gets up, grabs his book bag, and walks casually out of the room. James and Sirius turn matching accusatory stares at Peter.
"I haven't known for that long!" he insists. Sirius rolls his eyes and jumps up to go after Remus. He doesn't want to drop this yet.
"I'm going," he announces and runs out the portrait hole. He spots Remus on the stairs and quickly catches up to him, grabbing his wrist and forcefully pulling him into a deserted corridor.
"Tell me about her," he says, his face centimeters away from Remus', pinning his wrists against the wall, their thighs just touching.
"What about her?" Remus says, squirming.
"How did you meet? Did you ask her out? What's she do for fun? Why haven't we met her yet? Did you kiss her first or did she kiss you? Is she a good kisser? Have you done the dirty with her? Why didn't you tell me?"
"We met in the library," Remus mutters, avoiding Sirius' eyes. "There weren't any open tables so she asked if she could sit at mine. We started talking about her OWLs, and we kept talking, and then Madam Pince kicked us out because we were being too loud, so she asked if I wanted to go to her common room to hang out, and I said okay, and we kept talking and she was really nice and funny and smart, and then she walked me back to Gryffindor and she kissed me outside the door and said she had never had so much fun with anyone, and I asked her to go to Hogsmeade with me that weekend because I had never had so much fun either. We've been hanging out a lot since then. I really like her. And she's a very good kisser."
Remus smiles sheepishly and Sirius has the sudden urge to wipe that smile off his face. The more Remus talked, the glowier he got, and Sirius felt worse and worse.
"So have you fucked her?" Sirius asks, pinning Remus' hips with his own.
"Merlin, Sirius, you don't have to be so crude. I have no desire to discuss that with you. Now please let me go. I really have to study." Remus struggles a bit against him and Sirius feels himself get hard.
Fuck.
He pulls back from Remus like he's been burnt but keeps one hand on Remus' wrist.
"I don't like that you didn't want to tell me," Sirius says, frowning and trying to ignore his erection. Where the fuck did that come from, anyway?
"I'm sorry," Remus says, and he looks so genuine that Sirius wants to hit him. "I really am. But I didn't know how it was going to go, and I didn't want to tell you I had a girlfriend if it wasn't going to last."
"Is it going to last?"
Remus smiles. "I think so."
Sirius drops his wrist.
"I'll talk to you later, Sirius."
Remus walks away from him, and Sirius feels very small.
--
"D'you think Rachel would like this?" Remus asks three weeks later when they're in Hogsmeade shopping for gifts. Sirius almost gags when he sees him holding up a small gold bracelet.
"Maybe we'd know if you'd let us talk to her for more than five seconds," James says quickly without looking up from the display of rings. "D'you think Evans would like this?"
"It doesn't much matter, does it?" Sirius grins at him. "Not like she'll ever agree to go out with you." James smacks him easily on the back of the head.
"I think I'll get it," Remus says to himself. Sirius holds himself back from grabbing it out of his hands, throwing it on the floor, and demanding to know just what Remus expects of this relationship if he's giving her gold jewelry for fuck's sake, and since when did Remus have such good taste anyway? Remus has always been terrible at giving gifts, but Sirius knows for a fact that any girl would swoon at the sight of the bracelet Remus had decided upon.
Remus walks to the counter. Sirius tries to distract himself by looking at the rings with James.
--
"It's our two-month anniversary," Remus says a bit too happily on the eighteenth of December. "We’re celebrating tonight, and we're going to do Christmas gifts too, since we're all leaving tomorrow." Remus looks so utterly distraught at the thought of being apart from her that Sirius is torn between wanting to smack him and wanting to hug him to make it better. He realizes it probably wouldn’t make it better and decides right then to wait up for him. And then he changes his mind, deciding to find a girl, get her drunk, and make out all night in an attempt to forget about Remus' date. And then he changes his mind again, deciding to get drunk with James and Peter and wait up for him anyway.
Remus leaves with a grin and Sirius convinces the others to drink, so they do, giggling like mad, going into the common room to disturb everyone, eventually clearing out the room with their noise. James passes out curled up in a chair and Peter goes to their room to pass out like a dignified person and Sirius sits, his head swimming, waiting for Remus to come back. He doesn't arrive until after three; Sirius wakes to a soft touch on top of his head and looks up to see Remus smiling at him.
"Good night?" Remus asks quietly, shoving him upright and sitting next to him on the couch. James snores loudly in the background.
"Y-yes," Sirius says hoarsely. His mouth feels thick and dry; he reaches for the glass of water sitting on the table and drinks. "You?"
"It was wonderful," Remus says, glowing. "She loved the bracelet."
"I'm glad," Sirius mutters, staring morosely at the fire. He had momentarily forgotten that Remus had been with Rachel.
"Are you?" Remus returns, looking over at him.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It seems like every time I mention Rachel, you get upset," Remus says, and Sirius can sense the caution in his voice. Remus doesn't usually confront Sirius or James.
"I don't get…upset." Sirius' head still feels a bit swimmy from the firewhisky, and he isn't sure he can handle a row right now. Especially since the way Remus' skin glows from the light of the fire just makes Sirius want to kiss him.
Sirius takes that thought and beats it quickly and thoroughly into submission, tucking it into the farthest corner of his mind. He won't think about that now. Or ever.
But especially not now.
He realizes Remus is talking.
"…really like her, Padfoot, and I wish you wouldn't-"
"Please stop," Sirius interrupts, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Is something wrong? With her? There must be. I know she's not as gorgeous as the girls you and James bring back, but-"
"It has nothing to do with-"
"-I've never got along with a girl so well, you know how much trouble I usually have talking-"
"Merlin, Remus, will you shut up for a second?"
The room is starting to spin and Sirius is realizing how drunk he still is. He closes his eyes and breathes through his mouth.
"Are you-are you okay, Padfoot?" Remus' concerned voice is on. Sirius shakes his head, if for no other reason than because he doesn't want to open his mouth. "I-what can I do?"
"Shh," Sirius manages. He swallows his spit. The nausea passes. He clears his throat. "There's nothing wrong with Rachel, Moony. She's pretty, she's smart, she's basically perfect for you, I just-" Sirius stands up and Remus quickly follows as he moves toward the stairs. All he can think of is getting in bed and going to sleep. "Forget it."
"Sirius," Remus says, grabbing his wrist. Sirius turns to face him; Remus is looking at him pathetically, so unsure, so utterly distraught-
Sirius does the first thing that comes to his mind. He leans forward and kisses Remus on the mouth, pushing him against the wall, their bodies pressed together from knee to chest.
Remus' mouth opens; Sirius is sure he didn't intend it to, but it doesn't matter because he's so warm and wet and soft and in his drunken haze he thinks he feels Remus' hand curl around his hip.
He realizes it has at the same time he realizes Remus' tongue is pushing softly back against his.
It feels like forever before Sirius pulls back, his head swimming, hazy, harder than he's ever been in his life. He can't bring himself to move away completely and he rests his head on Remus' shoulder.
"What…" Remus murmurs into his ear, not moving. "What are you…?"
Sirius meets his eyes. "There's nothing wrong with Rachel," he repeats and drags himself away from Remus' warmth, going quickly up the stairs. He trusts that Remus won't follow and confront him, and he's right. Sirius pulls his curtains shut tight that night and wills himself to sleep, but he keeps replaying the kiss, the way Remus' tongue moved against his and how wonderful his body felt and he silently jerks himself off with thoughts of Remus' mouth against his ear. Just as he's drifting to sleep, he hears Remus come in and climb into his own bed.
Sirius falls asleep utterly confused.
--
The holiday begins the next day and they all go home with promises to write, which none of them plan to follow through on, as usual. Four days later, Sirius is sitting in his room after another fight with his mother, trying to decide how to get out of there, when Remus' owl comes tapping on the window. He opens and closes the window quickly, a blast of cold air hitting him, ripping the note off of the owl's leg and opening it.
Padfoot,
Please tell me something. Anything.
-Moony
Sirius turns it over, looking for more, but there isn't. He's never seen Remus say anything more vague. He pulls out a bit of parchment and writes back.
Moony,
Regulus has got a new pet snake. He tried to get it to bite me. You?
-Padfoot
Sirius is not surprised when, after dinner, there's another note waiting for him.
Padfoot,
I haven't heard from Rachel since we left. I can't stop thinking about Friday night.
-Moony
A series of letters follow. Sirius is far too lazy to write out the whole to and from business when they both know who they're from.
About the bit with Rachel, or the bit after?
Do you even remember what happened?
-M
Of course. I've never forgotten a drunken night in my life.
That's a lie. What about the time you snogged Angela Perkins and she came crying to you three days later because you didn't even remember seeing her that night?
-M
I remembered that once she reminded me.
By snogging you again?
-M
Yes.
Are you sure you don't need a reminder of this weekend?
-M
When Sirius receives this letter, he almost faints. He can picture Remus sitting at his desk, writing the words out so carefully, fretting about whether or not he should send it and then tying it quickly to his owl's leg and shoving it out the window before he can change his mind. His head spins. He doesn't know what to think.
Have you given up on Rachel, then?
I don't understand you, Sirius.
-M
And I don't understand you. Why on earth do you keep signing your name? We both know who these letters are from.
I think Rachel has given up on me, is what I'm saying.
-M
Now you're just doing it to spite me.
Stop skirting the issue, Sirius.
-M
Can we talk about this when we get back to school?
Sirius doesn't receive a reply. He goes the next three weeks wondering exactly what Remus has been thinking about and returns to Hogwarts utterly apprehensive. Everything is normal for approximately three minutes, and then Remus grabs him by the arm and drags him into an empty classroom.
"We’re back at school," Remus says.
"Very astute."
"Rachel broke up with me," Remus mutters, ignoring Sirius' sarcasm. "She said her parents wanted her to focus more on her schoolwork."
"Are you…upset?" Sirius asks, pulling at the bottom of his sweater, looking at the ground.
"Not really," Remus says. "Not as much as I think I should be."
"Remus-"
"Sirius," Remus interrupts. "Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
Remus gives him a look; Sirius makes a decision. He's kissing Remus again before he can stop himself, and this time he's sober, and it's even better than the hazy memory of a warm tongue and Remus' hand on his waist. Remus' arms are soon wrapping around his neck, fingers running through his hair, body pressed right up against his and Sirius can feel him get hard. He crushes his lips against Remus' again and again, thrusting his tongue forward and feeling it slide against his, their mouths moving in unison. Sirius places his hands on Remus' hips, drawing him close, closer, fingers dancing along the waistband of his trousers, slipping up under his shirt, feeling gooseflesh rise on his skin.
It feels incredible, and Sirius decides at that moment to stop being confused.
Remus' teeth catch on Sirius' bottom lip, tugging gently as he pulls away, and Sirius has to hold back a groan.
"We should go back," Remus murmurs, blinking at Sirius, a small grin curving over his lips. He looks almost bashful, and Sirius is ridiculously turned on.
"Should we?" Sirius replies and rolls his hips forward just barely, enjoying the way Remus' eyes widen. He presses his lips to Remus' ear. "You don't want to…stay here?"
"As romantic as that sounds," Remus says, and Sirius can feel the smile against his neck, "I don’t want James and Peter to come looking for us, and we've only just got back."
Sirius groans and pulls Remus into another kiss, slow, mouths moving easily together. Remus clings tight to him, and a wonderful thrill runs through Sirius' body. He clings back.
They break apart far too soon, in Sirius' opinion, and Remus runs his fingers through Sirius' hair, straightens his sweater, and then pulls him out the door. They share one last grin before going back into the common room. Sirius' stomach is fluttering like mad.
Life continues normally, except now, Sirius can pull Remus aside after class and kiss him hard, make him want and then walk away, glancing teasingly over his shoulder. He can put Remus to bed with a kiss before James and Peter come in, slipping under the covers for just a second to rub their feet together before getting into his own bed and pretending that nothing has changed. He waits for Remus to come to him for more.
Remus does, after a couple weeks. He waits until James is off with some girl and Peter is studying hard in the library before telling Sirius with a significant glance that he's going to bed early and speeding away to their dormitory. Sirius follows after a few moments of shifty glances at the people around him, hoping no one thinks twice about their early departures.
Remus is putting his books into his trunk when Sirius opens the door and he looks up, smiling. Sirius finds himself unable to do anything but smile back. Remus finishes with his books and jerks his head just slightly toward his bed, loosening his tie, not taking his eyes off Sirius. Sirius' eyes are following the smooth movements of his hands as his fingers twist in the knot, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the end of his bed, motioning for Sirius to get closer again.
Sirius walks up to Remus, pushes him on the bed, and kisses him hard. He senses an urgency in Remus that he hasn't felt before, not quite; Remus' fingers twist in the cloth of his shirt, pull at the buckle of his trousers, and he gasps and tips his head back, allowing Sirius to slide his mouth down Remus' neck. Remus pulls Sirius on top of him as he lies down on his back, tugging his shirt out of the waistband of his trousers and starting to unbutton it, hands sliding over the smooth expanse of skin that's revealed. Sirius revels in the touch, tracing his tongue over Remus' earlobe, shrugging the shirt off of his shoulders. Remus pulls back just a bit, drags his own shirt over his head, and meets Sirius' lips again, hands moving to Sirius' back and pressing their chests together. The feel of Remus' skin, so smooth against his, is almost too much, and Sirius pulls away slightly, breathlessly working at Remus' trousers, rubbing his hand over the bulge in his groin.
Remus lets out a noise that's not quite a moan and Sirius laughs a little, pressing kisses to his cheeks and jaw and neck, closing his fingers around the zip and pulling it down, working his hand down Remus' trousers. Remus pushes up against him, turning his head to the side, closing his eyes and biting his lip and Sirius can see a flush rising over his neck. It's sexy as hell.
Sirius begins moving his hand slowly, still outside of Remus' pants, watching Remus' face carefully until he lets out a little gasp and his eyes flutter open. Sirius grins and reaches with both hands to pull Remus' underwear and trousers down to his thighs. Remus looks up at him, pulls his face down for a kiss, and Sirius happily wraps his hand around Remus' cock.
"F-fuck," Remus breathes against Sirius' lips as Sirius begins moving his hand, slowly grinding his own groin against Remus' thigh. Remus' hips begin pushing back and Sirius finds he’s starting to lose himself in the slow movements of their bodies, their mouths, the way their skin and lips and hands push together and slide apart and Sirius’ toes twist in the fabric of the sheets as he thrusts his tongue forward, devouring Remus’ breathless moans, and he twists his hand around Remus’ cock quicker and quicker, thumb brushing over the head, fingers dancing along his length.
Frustration builds in Sirius and it’s as though Remus can tell; he knocks Sirius’ hands away and pulls at Sirius’ trousers, sliding down the zip and yanking at the cloth, pulling them down to Sirius’ knees. Sirius leans forward again, resting his weight atop Remus, feeling their pricks slide together and he grinds down against him slowly, pressing their bodies together from chest to toes and trailing his fingers down Remus’ cheek, his other hand holding tight to Remus’ hip. Remus looks up at him, blinks, and tongues his way back into Sirius’ mouth.
Sirius slips his hand between their bodies and takes hold of both their cocks, pleasure immediately jolting through him at the feel of himself so tightly enclosed, enveloped in heat, Remus’ prick pulsing next to his as he tries to move, thrusting them together and before he can think he closes his eyes, bites down on Remus’ lip and comes. Remus cries out as Sirius jerks himself into his hand, Remus tight up against him, their lips hot together and Sirius finds he can’t breathe, his body tensing with his release. He’s tingling to the tips of his fingers, breath coming in shaky gasps, aftershocks of pleasure thrumming through him and he keeps rubbing his come into Remus’ prick until Remus shudders beneath him, grips his shoulders, breathes a moan into his mouth and comes in his hand.
Sirius strokes slower, softer, kissing Remus easily and then nibbling along his jaw. Remus exhales loudly, bringing his hand to Sirius' hair.
"Fuck," he repeats.
"You do realize this is the first time I've heard you say fuck, and now you've gone and said it twice," Sirius says senselessly, shifting his hips, feeling sticky wetness beneath him.
"Yes, I realize," Remus says with a grin. "Does it bother you when I swear?"
"Of course not," Sirius insists. "It just sounds kind of funny, like that one time James' mum swore after she stubbed her toe really bad on the end table."
"So now I'm like James' mum?" Remus asks, pushing Sirius off of him and sitting up, wiping the come on his stomach with his blankets.
"Well, sort of," Sirius admits with a grin, "but not exactly." He leans forward and kisses him on the mouth, running his hand up Remus' thigh and covering his cock, making Remus whimper. He trails his mouth to Remus' ear. "Was it as good with Rachel?"
Remus pulls back, looking slightly alarmed. "I never did this with Rachel."
Sirius' heart swells a bit in his chest, though he's not exactly sure why it makes him so happy.
"Good," he says, and he kisses him again.