Fic: Finding Time; Day 3
Title: Finding Time
Author: gorthead
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: R
Word Count: 994
Prompt: Day 3
Warnings: Naked boys in bed!
Summary: Remus and Sirius share secrets, happy to discover they have much more in common than they thought.
Author's Notes: I wrote this outside in the sunshine while eating sorbet, so…pure fluff ahead!
”How did this happen?” Remus murmured. He kept his eyes closed, smiling contentedly against the warmth of Sirius’ chest on his cheek.
Sirius looked down at him, brushing sandy hair off Remus’ forehead. “Well...we got pissed and started kissing.” He smiled. “And about time, I say.”
“No, I mean…this, generally. I thought…well, not that you didn’t like me, but…well, I didn’t think that it would be me…” He trailed off, and, wrapping an arm around Sirius’ waist, pulled himself even closer. He could feel Sirius’ heat along his entire body, his pelvis pressed close to Sirius’ hip.
Sirius laughed. “What do you mean? Why not?”
“Well…it was always you and James.”
Sirius unconsciously traced his finger up and down Remus’ arm, along his shoulder blades and back.
“James is about as gay as Professor Binns is interesting.”
Remus quirked the corner of his mouth. “Well, I can’t say much for his style of teaching, but if you paid attention, the actual content…”
Sirius nudged Remus lightly under the sheets with his knee. “You know what I meant. Don’t be cheeky.”
Propping himself up on one elbow, immediately regretting the loss of contact, to look at Sirius more directly. “Seriously, though. I never thought that…that you would feel the same way.”
Leaning forward to give Remus a quick kiss on the mouth, he pulled away smiling. “That makes two of us. Thank Merlin for Firewhiskey, eh?”
Remus let a moment of silence pass before lying back down and pulling Sirius close, enjoying the feeling of skin against skin and the impossibly bright sunshine spilling through a gap in the bed’s curtains.
“So, was it just last night, that you realized…?”
Sirius chuckled silently, his chest rising and falling briefly under Remus’ cheek.
“Fuck, no. …You know, that feels quite surreal to admit. I didn’t think I would be, any time soon.”
“I know. Me neither.”
Sirius’ fingers lingered in Remus’ hair, making haphazard patterns.
“What about you?” Sirius asked, looking down at Remus, still vaguely in awe of the previous night’s events.
Remus paused before answering, unsure. After three years of making excuses to himself, willing himself to look anywhere but at Sirius’ bed as he tried to fall asleep, it felt ridiculous to admit. “A while.”
Sirius kissed him on the forehead. “Well, at least now we get to make up for lost time.”
“When did you first…you know, about me?”
“The train, last fall,” Sirius answered without hesitation. “I mean…I think it started before then, but that’s when I realized that you’re, you know…” He stopped, suddenly and uncharacteristically shy. “…amazing.”
Remus’ stomach turned, not unpleasantly, and he laughed. “Right.”
“I mean it. And you know I’m not one to be soppy, so I won’t say it again,” he joked, smiling.
Before he was even aware of it, Remus was trying desperately to relive every moment of that train ride to Hogwarts. Peter had felt ill from their celebration at James’ house the previous night. He remembered Sirius attempting to fog up the windows with his breath to draw idle patterns with his fingertips, but it was still too warm outside. James left their car, briefly, to ask Lily Evans out, only to return less than five minutes later with chocolate frogs from the trolley for everyone, having lost all his courage during the short walk down the carriage and hoping to distract them from his failure with a gift of sweets. Sirius had looked at Remus and laughed - he remembered the eye contact across the car, and how it had made him laugh a little giddily as well.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?” Remus hadn’t realized his brow had gone all furrowed until he relaxed, snapped out of his reverie by Sirius’ question.
“Just what you said. …I had no idea.”
“Well, that was the point. I didn’t want you to.” Sirius shook his head, then brushed the hair out of his eyes. “Stupid.”
“Then we’re both stupid.”
“And both of us model students…who would have thought?”
Remus sighed contently, entirely unconsciously, as though it was an involuntary, physical response to Sirius’ presence.
“It was…the start of fourth year for me, I think. On the platform. I hadn’t seen you all summer and…I guess…it suddenly felt different. Like…like you were different. Or I was.”
Sirius put an arm around Remus’ shoulders and, sliding down, pulled him close, so they were face-to-face, foreheads nearly touching. Remus’ arms tightened around Sirius’ waist, and, pressed so close together, his breathing seemed to quicken and slow at the same time. Unable to stop himself, he kissed Sirius, entirely losing any coherent train of thought he may have had as Sirius responded with desperate intensity, one hand grasping the back of Remus’ neck.
When Sirius finally pulled away, by millimetres, they were both breathing heavily. They lay smiling at each other for a brief eternity, neither willing to break the comfortable silence. Giving Remus a final, chaste kiss, Sirius managed, somehow, to pick up the thread of conversation.
“It was the same for me. You know…what you were saying earlier. Like I looked at you and suddenly it was like…hitting a wall in the air, you know?” He laughed, rolling his eyes. “Well, that sounds entirely daft, but you know what I mean.”
Remus felt as though he was barely breathing, caught up in the grey of Sirius’ eyes and the lingering feeling that this was all some hallucination induced by a potion gone awry. He reached up to run his fingers through Sirius’ hair, as if to prove to himself that it was real and he was there.
“Yeah, I do know.”
Tracing his hand up and down Sirius’ side, he allowed his touch to become more insistent, pausing to run his fingers up the inside of Sirius’ hip. Sirius grinned at him wickedly and pressed more closely against him. Remus smiled, their lips nearly touching. “Now what’s that you were saying about lost time?”
Author: gorthead
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: R
Word Count: 994
Prompt: Day 3
Warnings: Naked boys in bed!
Summary: Remus and Sirius share secrets, happy to discover they have much more in common than they thought.
Author's Notes: I wrote this outside in the sunshine while eating sorbet, so…pure fluff ahead!
”How did this happen?” Remus murmured. He kept his eyes closed, smiling contentedly against the warmth of Sirius’ chest on his cheek.
Sirius looked down at him, brushing sandy hair off Remus’ forehead. “Well...we got pissed and started kissing.” He smiled. “And about time, I say.”
“No, I mean…this, generally. I thought…well, not that you didn’t like me, but…well, I didn’t think that it would be me…” He trailed off, and, wrapping an arm around Sirius’ waist, pulled himself even closer. He could feel Sirius’ heat along his entire body, his pelvis pressed close to Sirius’ hip.
Sirius laughed. “What do you mean? Why not?”
“Well…it was always you and James.”
Sirius unconsciously traced his finger up and down Remus’ arm, along his shoulder blades and back.
“James is about as gay as Professor Binns is interesting.”
Remus quirked the corner of his mouth. “Well, I can’t say much for his style of teaching, but if you paid attention, the actual content…”
Sirius nudged Remus lightly under the sheets with his knee. “You know what I meant. Don’t be cheeky.”
Propping himself up on one elbow, immediately regretting the loss of contact, to look at Sirius more directly. “Seriously, though. I never thought that…that you would feel the same way.”
Leaning forward to give Remus a quick kiss on the mouth, he pulled away smiling. “That makes two of us. Thank Merlin for Firewhiskey, eh?”
Remus let a moment of silence pass before lying back down and pulling Sirius close, enjoying the feeling of skin against skin and the impossibly bright sunshine spilling through a gap in the bed’s curtains.
“So, was it just last night, that you realized…?”
Sirius chuckled silently, his chest rising and falling briefly under Remus’ cheek.
“Fuck, no. …You know, that feels quite surreal to admit. I didn’t think I would be, any time soon.”
“I know. Me neither.”
Sirius’ fingers lingered in Remus’ hair, making haphazard patterns.
“What about you?” Sirius asked, looking down at Remus, still vaguely in awe of the previous night’s events.
Remus paused before answering, unsure. After three years of making excuses to himself, willing himself to look anywhere but at Sirius’ bed as he tried to fall asleep, it felt ridiculous to admit. “A while.”
Sirius kissed him on the forehead. “Well, at least now we get to make up for lost time.”
“When did you first…you know, about me?”
“The train, last fall,” Sirius answered without hesitation. “I mean…I think it started before then, but that’s when I realized that you’re, you know…” He stopped, suddenly and uncharacteristically shy. “…amazing.”
Remus’ stomach turned, not unpleasantly, and he laughed. “Right.”
“I mean it. And you know I’m not one to be soppy, so I won’t say it again,” he joked, smiling.
Before he was even aware of it, Remus was trying desperately to relive every moment of that train ride to Hogwarts. Peter had felt ill from their celebration at James’ house the previous night. He remembered Sirius attempting to fog up the windows with his breath to draw idle patterns with his fingertips, but it was still too warm outside. James left their car, briefly, to ask Lily Evans out, only to return less than five minutes later with chocolate frogs from the trolley for everyone, having lost all his courage during the short walk down the carriage and hoping to distract them from his failure with a gift of sweets. Sirius had looked at Remus and laughed - he remembered the eye contact across the car, and how it had made him laugh a little giddily as well.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?” Remus hadn’t realized his brow had gone all furrowed until he relaxed, snapped out of his reverie by Sirius’ question.
“Just what you said. …I had no idea.”
“Well, that was the point. I didn’t want you to.” Sirius shook his head, then brushed the hair out of his eyes. “Stupid.”
“Then we’re both stupid.”
“And both of us model students…who would have thought?”
Remus sighed contently, entirely unconsciously, as though it was an involuntary, physical response to Sirius’ presence.
“It was…the start of fourth year for me, I think. On the platform. I hadn’t seen you all summer and…I guess…it suddenly felt different. Like…like you were different. Or I was.”
Sirius put an arm around Remus’ shoulders and, sliding down, pulled him close, so they were face-to-face, foreheads nearly touching. Remus’ arms tightened around Sirius’ waist, and, pressed so close together, his breathing seemed to quicken and slow at the same time. Unable to stop himself, he kissed Sirius, entirely losing any coherent train of thought he may have had as Sirius responded with desperate intensity, one hand grasping the back of Remus’ neck.
When Sirius finally pulled away, by millimetres, they were both breathing heavily. They lay smiling at each other for a brief eternity, neither willing to break the comfortable silence. Giving Remus a final, chaste kiss, Sirius managed, somehow, to pick up the thread of conversation.
“It was the same for me. You know…what you were saying earlier. Like I looked at you and suddenly it was like…hitting a wall in the air, you know?” He laughed, rolling his eyes. “Well, that sounds entirely daft, but you know what I mean.”
Remus felt as though he was barely breathing, caught up in the grey of Sirius’ eyes and the lingering feeling that this was all some hallucination induced by a potion gone awry. He reached up to run his fingers through Sirius’ hair, as if to prove to himself that it was real and he was there.
“Yeah, I do know.”
Tracing his hand up and down Sirius’ side, he allowed his touch to become more insistent, pausing to run his fingers up the inside of Sirius’ hip. Sirius grinned at him wickedly and pressed more closely against him. Remus smiled, their lips nearly touching. “Now what’s that you were saying about lost time?”