Summer, 1977. With the full moon approaching, Sirius heads up to the Lupins' countryside cottage to make himself useful. Or to make a complete and utter arse out of himself, because really, that's all he can seem to do around Remus these days.
Fandoms: Harry Potter - Rowling
05 Dec 2004
A lovesick Sirius is a desperate thing, and Remus Lupin insists on being oblivious.
Remus rather didn't want to run through the Great Hall in his kecks, but it was preferable to admitting he sometimes peeked at Sirius in the showers.
Remus Lupin was having an Ordinary Tuesday. That is, until a strange boy grabs him and offers him money to play the boyfriend. Remus thinks it will all be fine, until he's pulled into Number 12 Grimmauld place, and finds himself swept away by Sirius O. Black.
Sirius’s thoughts are a slow-moving, impending disaster. How he wants to pin Remus up against the cupboards, to crowd him into a corner; how he wants to intertwine their fingers, to brush his lips against Remus’s forehead, his jaw. Instead, he settles for ducking his head and sliding a finger through the belt loop in Remus’s denim jeans—a ridiculous gesture so utterly intimate, even for the pair of them, that he only allows it because he’s just drunk enough.
“Stop stealing my bloody clothes, Lupin.” He says, very quietly.
Remus looks up at him, eyes dark, and murmurs pleasantly: “Better learn to do your own laundry then, Black. Consider it my fee.”
It was an impossible thing, living with Remus Lupin--but Sirius was doing it anyway.
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