A Wolfstar Wrong Number AU

Chapter 5

Sirius looked at his screen blankly. He blinked. Once. Twice. A third  time. "JAMEEEEEEEES!" He held his phone near his face so he had to  looked crosseyed to make sure he was seeing things right. "Oh my fucking  god, what did lover boy do now?" An irritated voice came through the  door. "H-He. Jaaames oh. Oh shit." He looked up at James and saw him  rolling his eyes. "What, did he send you a dick pic?" Sirius spluttered  and turned his phone so the screen was facing James, watching as his  eyes widened, and before he could say anything, James snatched his phone  out of his grasp and ran through the door. "JAMES! DO NOT-" But of  course it was too late.

"Hello!"

   "Sirius?"

   "Nope mate, this is Prongs. Uh, James."

"Oh. Hey James. What happened with Sirius?"

   "Oh my fucking god PRONGS I WILL KILL YOU! Give me my PHONE BACK!"

   "Is that-"

   "Yuh. Sorry 'bout him mate, he's a little dramatic.  Anyways: you are THE Moony aren't you? I wondered if you were real but  dayum boy, your voice is fucking HAWT!"

Short pause, and then there was an awkward coughing.

   "I... what?"

   "Your voice. Honestly mate, if you weren't Padfoot's, I'd totally try to pull you."

James grinned at the spluttering on the other line. He thought  Moony was endearing, even though the other one hadn't even said much.

   "Prongs I swear to your unborn child give me my goddamned phone!"

"Is that Sirius?" He sounded amused and James could hear the grin in his voice.

   "Yup. Anyways, it was nice chatting to you. I'll  definitely get your number so we can chat a bit. Only because you sound  hot doesn't mean I lik- Hey! Pads lemme- Ugh- Wait lemme just say b-  oof- sorry Moons, there OW you have your- ughh- mans. OUCH!"

"Uh. Bye James."

"Bye!" He heard James yell.

   "Oh my... I am so sorry Moony. He's an utter bastard."

"Hey Sirius. Don't worry, I'm glad he likes me. Sorta." Remus chuckled and Sirius died on the spot.

James  obviously hadn't been joking about the voice. His voice was like a  blanket, Sirius wanted to wrap himself in it. Or caramel, that drips  from his head and runs down until it reaches his toes. Like the sun and  the moon and the stars and the clouds and the wind and the summer  combined. His voice was warm like a breeze in spring, raspy, like he  just woke up.

   "Pads?"

Sirius almost moaned at the sound of his name. Get a fucking grip, Black!

   "S-Sorry. Hey Moons."

Short silence. Sirius walked into his room and flung himself onto the bed.

"I- I'm. I really like your voice, Remus." Shit!

He heard a chuckle from the other line.

   "Thank you Pads. Yours isn't exactly what I was expecting, less posh I guess. But I'm definitely not disappointed."

   "Oh. Thank you."