Day 2 - Lights
The twinkling shimmer, of the multiple strings of Christmas lights, bounced elegantly off sweat slicked bodies. The two boys were tangled in a mass of frantic hands and entwined limbs as they fumbled about in the barely-lit room. They were alone, the other boys having left for their Christmas holidays, and the only light was coming from the multitude of star-like garlands that were draped around the dorm. Sirius' lips crashed against Remus' once more as he let out a sudden gasp and bucked once more against the other boy, before becoming limp, his eyes glazed from his orgasm as his eyelids fluttered slightly.
'You-You're so amazing,' He stuttered, feeling the gentle touch of Remus' fingers entwining with the dark hair at the nape of his neck.
Remus' eyes had the same glaze, but the soft, loving smile that came across his face told Sirius all he needed to know.
Sirius ran a finger, tentatively along one of the jagged crimson scars that ran across Remus' chest. Remus' eyelids lowered, as though in shame, as he looked down at Sirius' smooth, perfect skin that was lit, so wonderfully, by the Christmas lights. He let his eyes wander across the perfectly formed body of the other boy; reveling in his toned arms and noticing the definition of the muscles that so many years of Quidditch had developed.
'You're so perfect,' Remus whispered, his eyes still on the other boy.
'Not nearly as perfect as you,' Sirius' eyes were suddenly as hard as stone, a though trying to tell someone something that they would never believe.
'How could I ever be perfect,' Remus laughed, a cold, empty laugh, his eyes falling to the floor.
'You'll always be perfect in my eyes,' Sirius whispered, pressing his lips, tentatively, against Remus' and wrapping his arms around the other boys thin waist, 'You're beautiful, Remus.'
'You-You're so amazing,' He stuttered, feeling the gentle touch of Remus' fingers entwining with the dark hair at the nape of his neck.
Remus' eyes had the same glaze, but the soft, loving smile that came across his face told Sirius all he needed to know.
Sirius ran a finger, tentatively along one of the jagged crimson scars that ran across Remus' chest. Remus' eyelids lowered, as though in shame, as he looked down at Sirius' smooth, perfect skin that was lit, so wonderfully, by the Christmas lights. He let his eyes wander across the perfectly formed body of the other boy; reveling in his toned arms and noticing the definition of the muscles that so many years of Quidditch had developed.
'You're so perfect,' Remus whispered, his eyes still on the other boy.
'Not nearly as perfect as you,' Sirius' eyes were suddenly as hard as stone, a though trying to tell someone something that they would never believe.
'How could I ever be perfect,' Remus laughed, a cold, empty laugh, his eyes falling to the floor.
'You'll always be perfect in my eyes,' Sirius whispered, pressing his lips, tentatively, against Remus' and wrapping his arms around the other boys thin waist, 'You're beautiful, Remus.'