Camping Adventure
Title: Camping Adventure
Author: Jess
Rating: PG
Disclamer: JK Owns, I worship
Paring: Remus/Sirius
Notes: Er, this fic is about a bizzilion years old and was sitting there in my fic folder being neglected due to the fact there is a bit in the middle I despise (yeah, I'm selling this well), but it had sat there so long I have given in to its puppy dog eyes and have posted it. Oh and any french is the product of bablefish and the devil, so I take no part in the wrongness of it...if anyone would like to correct it, be my guest!
The camping trip had been all James’ idea. A boys camping adventure, no girls allowed. So they could all connect with nature and find themselves he explained to Lily, who wasn’t fooled and knew the real reason, they all wanted to get pissed and run round like idiots. Not that it bothered her, who’d want to spend two weeks sleeping on a hard floor and walking for miles when there were less strenuous and more exotic things you could pass your time with? So duly let off his leash and with full permission James began to persuade the rest of the Marauders to join him on what would be the greatest camping trip ever. Peter, who idolised James was easily convinced, as was Sirius who was up for anything (plus as he was living with James he had to go), the main problem was Remus.
“I don’t see how you can call it fun?” Remus said. “Anyway Sirius and Peter are going with you so they’ll be plenty of company.”
“Mate we’re the four Marauders, like the four Musketeers all for one and one for all! So you have to come.” James reasoned.
“There were only three Musketeers James, and besides I don’t think my parents would let me go, they’d be too worried, so I’ll just stay at home and read my books and you can all have a wonderful time trampling in the rain and mud and sleeping on the ground.”
“There is not another full moon for three weeks I’ve checked Moony so your parents wont have to worry, not that they will because they are super cool. I’m not going to take no for an answer, so get packing. And there were four Musketeers!”
Twenty minutes later a grumbling Remus was busy packing his things ready for the big adventure.
“Stupid camping,” he muttered under his breath, “stupid tents and stupid walking.” He eyed his bulging rucksack, which looked as though it would require a forklift truck to pick it up with distain. He checked around him, got out his wand and murmured an incantation. The bag would now be as light as a feather. James, in a fit of madness Remus decided, had declared that they would not be allowed to lighten their bags via magic as he wanted to revert to the muggle way and have a natural experience. Remus however, thought this was a load of bollocks, but made sure that the lightening spell was geared only for him, so that if anyone else picked up his bag, they would bear the whole weight. James had also banned one other thing which upset Remus more than the rucksack; books.
“I’m sorry Moony, but this holiday we are all going to talk to each other and not be anti-social and burry our heads in books! Its all about adventure, not sitting on your arse.”
Remus had lost this argument as well and had to have his bag thoroughly checked by James before departure.
The first day of their trip went remarkably well. They had only had a slight hitch in which Peter, who had been declared official map reader, discovered that after four hours that he had been reading the thing upside down and they were miles off course. After that map reading duties reverted to Remus, who managed to get them not just back on track, but cut off several hours from their time. They reached the campsite for five o’clock and began to unpack their tents, Peter and James sharing one and Remus and Sirius the other.
“How the bloody hell are we supposed to get this up?” Queried Sirius holding the tent instructions with a confused look on his face. “Its written in some foreign language.”
Remus frowned, walked towards Sirius and looked at the instructions.
“They’re in French, I thought you could speak French.”
“Yeah I can speak a bit. Je t'aime mon cher Remus. Dormirez-vous avec moi? Je veux vous embrasser Remus. Vous me faites si corné et moi souhaitez que je pourrais vous dire.”
“I don’t understand a word that you are saying Padfoot and I’m guessing it wasn’t anything like insert pole A into the flap in the right hand corner of the tent.”
“Er, no not really. Maybe I’ll translate later for you if you’d like.” Sirius grinned. “But right now we are royally fucked because that was the last of my French.”
“Peter and James don’t seem to be having any problems with their tent.” Remus said gazing over to the others who had almost finished constructing their tent. “Perhaps their instructions are in English?”
Unfortunately their instructions weren’t in English, or French for that matter, they were in German but luckily Peter was fluent in German due to having relatives over there and was able to translate. It took them half an hour once they had unlocked the secret of erecting the tent to complete the task, and then they all sat by the campfire which Sirius had made.
“What are these things again Prongsie?” Sirius said mouth half-full.
“Marshmallows, and your supposed to toast them in the fire, more fun that way.”
“Nah, I like ‘em better this way. Yours looks all black and icky.”
“Yeah and we all know how bad things that are Black are.” Remus muttered in good humour earning himself a smack from their resident Black. “Hey!” He cried.
“Serves you right Moony, hurting my poor feelings, bad wolf!” Sirius grabbed a handful of marshmallows and pounced on a prone Remus, who landed on his back. “Say your sorry Moony, say ‘Sirius, Oh master, my one, my only, the God of my waking world. I do humbly offer my apologies for wantonly trampling on your feelings.’ And I let you up.”
Remus struggled under the weight of his grinning captor to no avail. He knew that if he really wanted to he could easily throw off Sirius without a backwards glance by using his inner strength that the wolf provided. But Remus felt quite happy were he was, which at this moment was in-between Sirius’s thighs, with Sirius bending tantalisingly close to his mouth. Before Remus could chastise himself for thinking such thoughts, especially the thoughts which included him and Sirius in exactly the same positions, just completely naked, his own private wanking fantasy made use of the fist full of marshmallows in his hand by ramming them down Remus’s throat.
“Mmmf!” Was Remus’ only resort. It took him a good few minutes to eat away his sugary gag, and to his pleasure, Sirius still remained on top, waiting expectantly with his arms folded across his chest.
“C’mon say it.” Sirius said in the haughty tones that only the best purebloods could command.
“Paddy, even I would say it, which I wouldn’t, I can hardly remember that long and winded diatribe of yours. Now let me up!” Actually Remus meant this one, he had overlooked the small bit of biology that said if one were let in too close a proximity of ones hidden desire one would embarrass oneself by commanding the biggest erection known to man. As broadminded as Sirius prided himself to be (one of his best friends was a gay werewolf) Remus doubted that he’d be less than pleased if his dick were sticking into him.
Sirius’ grey eyes peered into the amber pool of Remus’s and gave him his best shit eating grin.
“Oh Remus,” he purred, “Ma chere Remus!”
That did it. Sirius had to be moved right away or else. Remus placed his arms on Sirius’s broad expanse of chest and pushed sending the other boy flying. He landed with a hard thump several meters away with a pained expression on his face.
“Ow Moony! My arse!” He said, rubbing the tender area. Remus inwardly groaned, and cursed James. How on earth was he going to share a tent with Sirius? At least at school he could whip out his wand and cast a few silencing spells around his bed, out here he couldn’t even have a few minutes of privacy.
Remus had known since he was ten that he was gay. The revelation came during a childhood game of spin the vital, when the young Remus was dared to kiss his effeminate classmate Stephen. He enjoyed the experience so much that he and Stephen often repeated the experience in private, evolving from kisses, to touching and eventually to mutual hand jobs. On his twelfth birthday in a fit of anger he outted himself to his parents, who although understandably shocked, respected their sons sexuality and had even played host to some of his more respectable boyfriends. Telling his friends was a more difficult situation, his first year Remus had hidden his lycanthropy and it just felt natural to him to hide his sexuality as well. Once the other three boys had found out that he was a werewolf, Remus saw no need to hide the fact that he was homosexual and duly told them. James had just shrugged, happy in the thought that there was one less boy in competition for the heart of Lily Evans, Peter didn’t care as long as Remus was there to help him with his homework. It was Sirius’s reaction which concerned him the most;
“That’s fine with me mate, just as long as you don’t try and jump me in the middle of the night and try and convert me.”
Sirius would repeat this often and it irritated Remus so much that he once snapped that he wouldn’t even jump him if he were gay. Remus supposed that he wouldn’t be so concerned if he weren’t so head over heals in love with the handsome wizard, and every time he said the words in jest all sorts of images popped into Remus’ head so that he knew he’d be using a silencing spell around his bed that night.
Remus yawned and announced to the other Marauders that he was going to bed, once inside the cramped tent he unrolled his sleeping bag and crawled in. He lay awake awhile, listening to the soft murmurs coming from the campfire outside. He gently fell asleep just as James announced loudly:
“Just bloody tell him!”
He was dreaming and it was lovely. It was quite unusual for Remus to dream nice things, mostly he had nightmares, involving the wolf, but tonight he was dreaming. He was dancing with chocolate men and chocolate women, there was even three people who looked like a chocolate Sirius, a chocolate James and a chocolate Peter. His dream self wandered over to his chocolate friends and duly ate a big chunk out of Sirius, who then started screaming in pain. Chocolate James and Peter rounded up on him and started poking Remus with their chocolate-y fingers, chanting
“Remus, Remus” over and over. “Remus, Remus!”
He bolted upright, awake yelling:
“I didn’t mean to eat him!”
To find a grinning Sirius next to him, shivering.
“Eat who Moony?”
Remus blushed and realised that it had obviously been Sirius who had poked him in his sleep.
“You.” He said, and then added quickly, “you were made out of chocolate and then chocolate James and Peter started attacking me.”
Sirius just laughed.
“Well at least I know that even when I’m made out of chocolate that Jamie and Pete will stick up for me, and that you want to just eat me, no reference to the wolf intended there.”
Remus frowned.
“Was there a reason you woke me up?” He asked, feeling a little annoyed.
It was Sirius’s turn to blush this time.
“I, er, forgot my sleeping bag and I am absolutely freezing, so, er, would you mind if I, er, shared yours with you?”
No, no, no! Remus’ head screamed, that would be a very, very stupid thing to do! Unfortunately he couldn’t come up with an excuse why Sirius couldn’t share his sleeping bag beyond the fact that Remus was head over heels in love with him and he knew if he told Sirius that, not only would he not want to share the sleeping bag with him, but also the tent, and the dorm room and quite likely their friendship as well. And so he just said:
“Sure, hop in.” He moved up as far as he could and lay on his side to create more room so that Sirius could get in the bag, and to get as far away as possible from him. He stared at the lining of the tent, willing himself not to think of the boy behind him, not to acknowledge the fact that he could feel the heat radiating from him and every now and then trying to stay still whenever Sirius accidentally touched him. He mentally cursed every single deity he could think of for putting him in this cruel, cruel situation. His life just wasn’t fair.
“Remus?” He heard Sirius whisper from behind.
“Yeah?”
“Remus, could you turn round for a minute? I, er, want to tell you something.”
Oh holy fuck. How in the hell was he going to get out of this one? Remus shifted cautiously on to his back, and was about to move on to his other side as to face Sirius, when suddenly the other boy moved, so that he was directly on top of him, facing down, mimicking their earlier positions.
“S-S-Sirius?” Remus stuttered, panicked. “W-W-What are you doing?”
“This.” Sirius bent down, and firmly kissed Remus on the lips.
Oh Merlin yes! Remus thought, as he earnestly began to kiss Sirius back. Lips against lips, tongue against tongue, every movement they made was better than he had ever been able to imagine. It was only when Sirius’ hands began a sensuous journey down his body did Remus’ brain catch up with him. He then possibly did the most stupid thing he could ever do in his life, he pushed Sirius away and stopped their kissing.
“Sirius! What are you doing?” Remus repeated his earlier question, “and more important, why are you doing this?”
Sirius blushed and cast his eyes downwards, he trembled slightly.
“I - I’m kissing you.” He said flatly.
“Well that’s bloody obvious Padfoot! What isn’t so clear is why you are kissing me, when you of all my friends have been the one who is the most afraid of me.”
“Afraid of you? I’m not afraid of you.”
“Not in that way, I mean, you have been the most uncomfortable with me being gay.”
“I have not! I am perfectly comfortable with you being gay!”
“Uh uh.” Remus muttered disapprovingly. “You were the one who repeatedly protested, who repeatedly told me not to jump you in bed, who repeatedly made jokes when I was in the shower room, repeatedly -”
“Ok, ok I get it!” Sirius interrupted Remus’s angry spiel. “I have been a bit of a prick.” He glared at Remus, who snorted, “but I have a confession to make.”
Remus just looked at Sirius with disbelief in his eyes. He couldn’t believe the fact that he had finally got Sirius in the position of his dreams, and now that it had become reality, he desperately wanted no part in it. He wanted out, he wanted Sirius off him and as far away as humanly possible, but he had to hear him out.
“Moony,” Sirius began, “when you first told us that you were gay, it really shocked me. I mean, I’d never met anyone who was gay before and well you know how fanatical my family is over pure bloods, just imagine how prejudiced they are about homosexuality. You know how much I hate them and their stupid ideas, their bigoted views, but this stuff has been impounded into me since I was a baby and I - I guess what I am trying to say is that I panicked, I didn’t know how to deal with it properly, so I just made the stupid jokes.”
Sirius paused and chewed at his bottom lip slightly, his action making Remus shift his mind from running away to possibly staying.
“It wasn’t until after the first three months of knowing you were gay - and a werewolf - that my feelings changed. I wasn’t afraid anymore. When you started going out with Joe I realised what it was. I was no longer afraid, because I felt the same way. I felt the same way about you. I realised that I loved you.”
Remus gasped, and looked into Sirius’ eyes which had filled up, tears threatened to spill over and down his face, his hair; long, silky and black, hung down, offering faint glimpses of his face. Remus wanted to reach out and tuck the tendrils behind his ears, so that he could see all, but he couldn’t. He didn’t have the right, he had to know something first:
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I couldn’t, because I was afraid. I thought that if I carried on making those jokes, that you’d - Oh hell I don’t know, maybe take a hint and try to jump me!”
Remus laughed: “do you know how hard it was not to? Every time that you suggested it I wanted to go and jump your bones so hard that you wouldn’t be able to stand for a week!”
Sirius blushed. “Yeah well, when you said that you wouldn’t jump me even if I was gay I didn’t know what to do. I definitely couldn’t tell you then. So I brooded for years, until Prongs decided to play agony aunt and force the truth outta me.”
Remus’ mind flashed back to the snippet of conversation he had heard just before dropping off to sleep, Just bloody tell him! Obviously James believed in the direct method.
“He said that if I didn’t tell you tonight then he was gonna do it for me in the morning, so I - I erm.”
Realisation dawned.
“You pretended to forget your sleeping bag in order to roll up with me?”
“Yeah. Pretty stupid huh?”
“Well actually its quite ingenious. Do you know how torturous it has been for me these past few hours? You have been quite evil Padfoot.” Remus grinned.
“Well evil is my middle name.” Sirius smiled back, “that and sexy. Sirius Sexy Evil Black, to be precise.”
“Your parents were a bit too presumptuous, I can just imagine their dismay when you turned out like this, their names gone to pot!”
“Hey!” Sirius said, affronted, “that’s not nice Moony. That’s the second time today you’ve been so mean to me.”
Remus eyes held a wicked glint as he grabbed Sirius’ arms and rolled them over so that he was on top.
“I apologise, Oh Sirius, Oh master, my one, my only, the God of my waking world. I do humbly offer my apologies for wantonly trampling on your feelings.”
“Hey! You remembered it!?”
“Of course I remembered, I’m brilliant. That’s my middle name, Remus Brilliant Lupin.”
With that pronunciation Remus bent down and resumed their kiss which he had so stupidly disrupted with his questions. It was long and hard, full of promise. When it finally finished, both boys eyes were glazed over. Sirius pulled Remus down to lie on his side, with his head on Sirius’ shoulder.
“You know Remus, you should change your name.” Sirius said, whilst stroking silky brown copper hair.
“Hmm? What too?”
“Remus Hot Arse Brilliant Lupin.” Sirius giggled.
“I’m sure.” Remus snorted.
“No honestly, you have a gorgeous bum. You should get it out more often.”
“Sirius, be quiet or else you’ll never get to see my arse.” As Remus snuggled closer to Sirius’ warm body he had a thought. “Sirius?” He questioned.
“Yes?”
“What did you say to me in French this afternoon?”
“Je t'aime mon cher Remus. Dormirez-vous avec moi? Je veux vous embrasser Remus. Vous me faites si corné et moi souhaitez que je pourrais vous dire.”
“What does it mean?” Remus looked up into the other boys face and smiled. Sirius placed a small kiss upon Remus‘ lips.
“It means, I love you my dear Remus. Will you sleep with me? I want to kiss you Remus. You make me so horny and I wish I could tell you.”
Remus burst out laughing. “I think it sounds better in French mon cher. Much more romantic when I don’t know what is going in your smutty mind.”
“Come here you!” Sirius said hugging Remus tightly, “je t’aime, je t’aime!” he pronounced at the top of his voice!
Remus and Sirius were so wrapped up in each other, that they were startled when the unmistakeable voice of James rang out:
“Will you too bloody poofs just shut up! No sex until we get back to Hogwarts and blessed silencing spells!”
“Sorry Jamie!” Remus giggled.
“Yeah sorry!” Sirius apologised, and they nestled down together warm in their sleeping bag.
Author: Jess
Rating: PG
Disclamer: JK Owns, I worship
Paring: Remus/Sirius
Notes: Er, this fic is about a bizzilion years old and was sitting there in my fic folder being neglected due to the fact there is a bit in the middle I despise (yeah, I'm selling this well), but it had sat there so long I have given in to its puppy dog eyes and have posted it. Oh and any french is the product of bablefish and the devil, so I take no part in the wrongness of it...if anyone would like to correct it, be my guest!
The camping trip had been all James’ idea. A boys camping adventure, no girls allowed. So they could all connect with nature and find themselves he explained to Lily, who wasn’t fooled and knew the real reason, they all wanted to get pissed and run round like idiots. Not that it bothered her, who’d want to spend two weeks sleeping on a hard floor and walking for miles when there were less strenuous and more exotic things you could pass your time with? So duly let off his leash and with full permission James began to persuade the rest of the Marauders to join him on what would be the greatest camping trip ever. Peter, who idolised James was easily convinced, as was Sirius who was up for anything (plus as he was living with James he had to go), the main problem was Remus.
“I don’t see how you can call it fun?” Remus said. “Anyway Sirius and Peter are going with you so they’ll be plenty of company.”
“Mate we’re the four Marauders, like the four Musketeers all for one and one for all! So you have to come.” James reasoned.
“There were only three Musketeers James, and besides I don’t think my parents would let me go, they’d be too worried, so I’ll just stay at home and read my books and you can all have a wonderful time trampling in the rain and mud and sleeping on the ground.”
“There is not another full moon for three weeks I’ve checked Moony so your parents wont have to worry, not that they will because they are super cool. I’m not going to take no for an answer, so get packing. And there were four Musketeers!”
Twenty minutes later a grumbling Remus was busy packing his things ready for the big adventure.
“Stupid camping,” he muttered under his breath, “stupid tents and stupid walking.” He eyed his bulging rucksack, which looked as though it would require a forklift truck to pick it up with distain. He checked around him, got out his wand and murmured an incantation. The bag would now be as light as a feather. James, in a fit of madness Remus decided, had declared that they would not be allowed to lighten their bags via magic as he wanted to revert to the muggle way and have a natural experience. Remus however, thought this was a load of bollocks, but made sure that the lightening spell was geared only for him, so that if anyone else picked up his bag, they would bear the whole weight. James had also banned one other thing which upset Remus more than the rucksack; books.
“I’m sorry Moony, but this holiday we are all going to talk to each other and not be anti-social and burry our heads in books! Its all about adventure, not sitting on your arse.”
Remus had lost this argument as well and had to have his bag thoroughly checked by James before departure.
The first day of their trip went remarkably well. They had only had a slight hitch in which Peter, who had been declared official map reader, discovered that after four hours that he had been reading the thing upside down and they were miles off course. After that map reading duties reverted to Remus, who managed to get them not just back on track, but cut off several hours from their time. They reached the campsite for five o’clock and began to unpack their tents, Peter and James sharing one and Remus and Sirius the other.
“How the bloody hell are we supposed to get this up?” Queried Sirius holding the tent instructions with a confused look on his face. “Its written in some foreign language.”
Remus frowned, walked towards Sirius and looked at the instructions.
“They’re in French, I thought you could speak French.”
“Yeah I can speak a bit. Je t'aime mon cher Remus. Dormirez-vous avec moi? Je veux vous embrasser Remus. Vous me faites si corné et moi souhaitez que je pourrais vous dire.”
“I don’t understand a word that you are saying Padfoot and I’m guessing it wasn’t anything like insert pole A into the flap in the right hand corner of the tent.”
“Er, no not really. Maybe I’ll translate later for you if you’d like.” Sirius grinned. “But right now we are royally fucked because that was the last of my French.”
“Peter and James don’t seem to be having any problems with their tent.” Remus said gazing over to the others who had almost finished constructing their tent. “Perhaps their instructions are in English?”
Unfortunately their instructions weren’t in English, or French for that matter, they were in German but luckily Peter was fluent in German due to having relatives over there and was able to translate. It took them half an hour once they had unlocked the secret of erecting the tent to complete the task, and then they all sat by the campfire which Sirius had made.
“What are these things again Prongsie?” Sirius said mouth half-full.
“Marshmallows, and your supposed to toast them in the fire, more fun that way.”
“Nah, I like ‘em better this way. Yours looks all black and icky.”
“Yeah and we all know how bad things that are Black are.” Remus muttered in good humour earning himself a smack from their resident Black. “Hey!” He cried.
“Serves you right Moony, hurting my poor feelings, bad wolf!” Sirius grabbed a handful of marshmallows and pounced on a prone Remus, who landed on his back. “Say your sorry Moony, say ‘Sirius, Oh master, my one, my only, the God of my waking world. I do humbly offer my apologies for wantonly trampling on your feelings.’ And I let you up.”
Remus struggled under the weight of his grinning captor to no avail. He knew that if he really wanted to he could easily throw off Sirius without a backwards glance by using his inner strength that the wolf provided. But Remus felt quite happy were he was, which at this moment was in-between Sirius’s thighs, with Sirius bending tantalisingly close to his mouth. Before Remus could chastise himself for thinking such thoughts, especially the thoughts which included him and Sirius in exactly the same positions, just completely naked, his own private wanking fantasy made use of the fist full of marshmallows in his hand by ramming them down Remus’s throat.
“Mmmf!” Was Remus’ only resort. It took him a good few minutes to eat away his sugary gag, and to his pleasure, Sirius still remained on top, waiting expectantly with his arms folded across his chest.
“C’mon say it.” Sirius said in the haughty tones that only the best purebloods could command.
“Paddy, even I would say it, which I wouldn’t, I can hardly remember that long and winded diatribe of yours. Now let me up!” Actually Remus meant this one, he had overlooked the small bit of biology that said if one were let in too close a proximity of ones hidden desire one would embarrass oneself by commanding the biggest erection known to man. As broadminded as Sirius prided himself to be (one of his best friends was a gay werewolf) Remus doubted that he’d be less than pleased if his dick were sticking into him.
Sirius’ grey eyes peered into the amber pool of Remus’s and gave him his best shit eating grin.
“Oh Remus,” he purred, “Ma chere Remus!”
That did it. Sirius had to be moved right away or else. Remus placed his arms on Sirius’s broad expanse of chest and pushed sending the other boy flying. He landed with a hard thump several meters away with a pained expression on his face.
“Ow Moony! My arse!” He said, rubbing the tender area. Remus inwardly groaned, and cursed James. How on earth was he going to share a tent with Sirius? At least at school he could whip out his wand and cast a few silencing spells around his bed, out here he couldn’t even have a few minutes of privacy.
Remus had known since he was ten that he was gay. The revelation came during a childhood game of spin the vital, when the young Remus was dared to kiss his effeminate classmate Stephen. He enjoyed the experience so much that he and Stephen often repeated the experience in private, evolving from kisses, to touching and eventually to mutual hand jobs. On his twelfth birthday in a fit of anger he outted himself to his parents, who although understandably shocked, respected their sons sexuality and had even played host to some of his more respectable boyfriends. Telling his friends was a more difficult situation, his first year Remus had hidden his lycanthropy and it just felt natural to him to hide his sexuality as well. Once the other three boys had found out that he was a werewolf, Remus saw no need to hide the fact that he was homosexual and duly told them. James had just shrugged, happy in the thought that there was one less boy in competition for the heart of Lily Evans, Peter didn’t care as long as Remus was there to help him with his homework. It was Sirius’s reaction which concerned him the most;
“That’s fine with me mate, just as long as you don’t try and jump me in the middle of the night and try and convert me.”
Sirius would repeat this often and it irritated Remus so much that he once snapped that he wouldn’t even jump him if he were gay. Remus supposed that he wouldn’t be so concerned if he weren’t so head over heals in love with the handsome wizard, and every time he said the words in jest all sorts of images popped into Remus’ head so that he knew he’d be using a silencing spell around his bed that night.
Remus yawned and announced to the other Marauders that he was going to bed, once inside the cramped tent he unrolled his sleeping bag and crawled in. He lay awake awhile, listening to the soft murmurs coming from the campfire outside. He gently fell asleep just as James announced loudly:
“Just bloody tell him!”
He was dreaming and it was lovely. It was quite unusual for Remus to dream nice things, mostly he had nightmares, involving the wolf, but tonight he was dreaming. He was dancing with chocolate men and chocolate women, there was even three people who looked like a chocolate Sirius, a chocolate James and a chocolate Peter. His dream self wandered over to his chocolate friends and duly ate a big chunk out of Sirius, who then started screaming in pain. Chocolate James and Peter rounded up on him and started poking Remus with their chocolate-y fingers, chanting
“Remus, Remus” over and over. “Remus, Remus!”
He bolted upright, awake yelling:
“I didn’t mean to eat him!”
To find a grinning Sirius next to him, shivering.
“Eat who Moony?”
Remus blushed and realised that it had obviously been Sirius who had poked him in his sleep.
“You.” He said, and then added quickly, “you were made out of chocolate and then chocolate James and Peter started attacking me.”
Sirius just laughed.
“Well at least I know that even when I’m made out of chocolate that Jamie and Pete will stick up for me, and that you want to just eat me, no reference to the wolf intended there.”
Remus frowned.
“Was there a reason you woke me up?” He asked, feeling a little annoyed.
It was Sirius’s turn to blush this time.
“I, er, forgot my sleeping bag and I am absolutely freezing, so, er, would you mind if I, er, shared yours with you?”
No, no, no! Remus’ head screamed, that would be a very, very stupid thing to do! Unfortunately he couldn’t come up with an excuse why Sirius couldn’t share his sleeping bag beyond the fact that Remus was head over heels in love with him and he knew if he told Sirius that, not only would he not want to share the sleeping bag with him, but also the tent, and the dorm room and quite likely their friendship as well. And so he just said:
“Sure, hop in.” He moved up as far as he could and lay on his side to create more room so that Sirius could get in the bag, and to get as far away as possible from him. He stared at the lining of the tent, willing himself not to think of the boy behind him, not to acknowledge the fact that he could feel the heat radiating from him and every now and then trying to stay still whenever Sirius accidentally touched him. He mentally cursed every single deity he could think of for putting him in this cruel, cruel situation. His life just wasn’t fair.
“Remus?” He heard Sirius whisper from behind.
“Yeah?”
“Remus, could you turn round for a minute? I, er, want to tell you something.”
Oh holy fuck. How in the hell was he going to get out of this one? Remus shifted cautiously on to his back, and was about to move on to his other side as to face Sirius, when suddenly the other boy moved, so that he was directly on top of him, facing down, mimicking their earlier positions.
“S-S-Sirius?” Remus stuttered, panicked. “W-W-What are you doing?”
“This.” Sirius bent down, and firmly kissed Remus on the lips.
Oh Merlin yes! Remus thought, as he earnestly began to kiss Sirius back. Lips against lips, tongue against tongue, every movement they made was better than he had ever been able to imagine. It was only when Sirius’ hands began a sensuous journey down his body did Remus’ brain catch up with him. He then possibly did the most stupid thing he could ever do in his life, he pushed Sirius away and stopped their kissing.
“Sirius! What are you doing?” Remus repeated his earlier question, “and more important, why are you doing this?”
Sirius blushed and cast his eyes downwards, he trembled slightly.
“I - I’m kissing you.” He said flatly.
“Well that’s bloody obvious Padfoot! What isn’t so clear is why you are kissing me, when you of all my friends have been the one who is the most afraid of me.”
“Afraid of you? I’m not afraid of you.”
“Not in that way, I mean, you have been the most uncomfortable with me being gay.”
“I have not! I am perfectly comfortable with you being gay!”
“Uh uh.” Remus muttered disapprovingly. “You were the one who repeatedly protested, who repeatedly told me not to jump you in bed, who repeatedly made jokes when I was in the shower room, repeatedly -”
“Ok, ok I get it!” Sirius interrupted Remus’s angry spiel. “I have been a bit of a prick.” He glared at Remus, who snorted, “but I have a confession to make.”
Remus just looked at Sirius with disbelief in his eyes. He couldn’t believe the fact that he had finally got Sirius in the position of his dreams, and now that it had become reality, he desperately wanted no part in it. He wanted out, he wanted Sirius off him and as far away as humanly possible, but he had to hear him out.
“Moony,” Sirius began, “when you first told us that you were gay, it really shocked me. I mean, I’d never met anyone who was gay before and well you know how fanatical my family is over pure bloods, just imagine how prejudiced they are about homosexuality. You know how much I hate them and their stupid ideas, their bigoted views, but this stuff has been impounded into me since I was a baby and I - I guess what I am trying to say is that I panicked, I didn’t know how to deal with it properly, so I just made the stupid jokes.”
Sirius paused and chewed at his bottom lip slightly, his action making Remus shift his mind from running away to possibly staying.
“It wasn’t until after the first three months of knowing you were gay - and a werewolf - that my feelings changed. I wasn’t afraid anymore. When you started going out with Joe I realised what it was. I was no longer afraid, because I felt the same way. I felt the same way about you. I realised that I loved you.”
Remus gasped, and looked into Sirius’ eyes which had filled up, tears threatened to spill over and down his face, his hair; long, silky and black, hung down, offering faint glimpses of his face. Remus wanted to reach out and tuck the tendrils behind his ears, so that he could see all, but he couldn’t. He didn’t have the right, he had to know something first:
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I couldn’t, because I was afraid. I thought that if I carried on making those jokes, that you’d - Oh hell I don’t know, maybe take a hint and try to jump me!”
Remus laughed: “do you know how hard it was not to? Every time that you suggested it I wanted to go and jump your bones so hard that you wouldn’t be able to stand for a week!”
Sirius blushed. “Yeah well, when you said that you wouldn’t jump me even if I was gay I didn’t know what to do. I definitely couldn’t tell you then. So I brooded for years, until Prongs decided to play agony aunt and force the truth outta me.”
Remus’ mind flashed back to the snippet of conversation he had heard just before dropping off to sleep, Just bloody tell him! Obviously James believed in the direct method.
“He said that if I didn’t tell you tonight then he was gonna do it for me in the morning, so I - I erm.”
Realisation dawned.
“You pretended to forget your sleeping bag in order to roll up with me?”
“Yeah. Pretty stupid huh?”
“Well actually its quite ingenious. Do you know how torturous it has been for me these past few hours? You have been quite evil Padfoot.” Remus grinned.
“Well evil is my middle name.” Sirius smiled back, “that and sexy. Sirius Sexy Evil Black, to be precise.”
“Your parents were a bit too presumptuous, I can just imagine their dismay when you turned out like this, their names gone to pot!”
“Hey!” Sirius said, affronted, “that’s not nice Moony. That’s the second time today you’ve been so mean to me.”
Remus eyes held a wicked glint as he grabbed Sirius’ arms and rolled them over so that he was on top.
“I apologise, Oh Sirius, Oh master, my one, my only, the God of my waking world. I do humbly offer my apologies for wantonly trampling on your feelings.”
“Hey! You remembered it!?”
“Of course I remembered, I’m brilliant. That’s my middle name, Remus Brilliant Lupin.”
With that pronunciation Remus bent down and resumed their kiss which he had so stupidly disrupted with his questions. It was long and hard, full of promise. When it finally finished, both boys eyes were glazed over. Sirius pulled Remus down to lie on his side, with his head on Sirius’ shoulder.
“You know Remus, you should change your name.” Sirius said, whilst stroking silky brown copper hair.
“Hmm? What too?”
“Remus Hot Arse Brilliant Lupin.” Sirius giggled.
“I’m sure.” Remus snorted.
“No honestly, you have a gorgeous bum. You should get it out more often.”
“Sirius, be quiet or else you’ll never get to see my arse.” As Remus snuggled closer to Sirius’ warm body he had a thought. “Sirius?” He questioned.
“Yes?”
“What did you say to me in French this afternoon?”
“Je t'aime mon cher Remus. Dormirez-vous avec moi? Je veux vous embrasser Remus. Vous me faites si corné et moi souhaitez que je pourrais vous dire.”
“What does it mean?” Remus looked up into the other boys face and smiled. Sirius placed a small kiss upon Remus‘ lips.
“It means, I love you my dear Remus. Will you sleep with me? I want to kiss you Remus. You make me so horny and I wish I could tell you.”
Remus burst out laughing. “I think it sounds better in French mon cher. Much more romantic when I don’t know what is going in your smutty mind.”
“Come here you!” Sirius said hugging Remus tightly, “je t’aime, je t’aime!” he pronounced at the top of his voice!
Remus and Sirius were so wrapped up in each other, that they were startled when the unmistakeable voice of James rang out:
“Will you too bloody poofs just shut up! No sex until we get back to Hogwarts and blessed silencing spells!”
“Sorry Jamie!” Remus giggled.
“Yeah sorry!” Sirius apologised, and they nestled down together warm in their sleeping bag.