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London Calling

Before going back to school, they eat at a Steak House on Oxford Street and Remus confesses that he has only been in London visiting the hospital or shopping in Diagon Alley for school supplies but never in Covent Garden, and not once at Camden Town to buy muggle bullshit at the flea market, and has never been through the Thames by boat, nor he has entered the pubs to see how the Manchester united play, and he wouldn't even know how to recognize a punk. In short, Remus only knows what Sirius calls "The family-friendly London".

- And you can't do that, Moony. People will think that you are a typical repellent nerd. You should go wild.

- Is still waxing crescent!

It's just a short time before the exams and they have to go back to school because, among other things, James and Peter have to be wondering where the fuck they are and what they may be possibly doing.

- James is going to think I'm hitting on you.

- He was the one who decided to call himself Prongs. Now he'll have to take control of his own antlers.

But Sirius promises to return to London soon and burn down the city. He makes plans. They basically consist of passing by his house when there is no one, stealing money from his mother, and spending it on beer clubs, tattoos, and girls. Remus looks at him amused.

- That will be your idea of ​​fun, of course.

- Well, who says girls say boys. - Makes one of his pinwheels with his arms, Sirius's fuss, excess of theatricality typically his.

They are now talking funny business and Remus knows that he will eventually regret following the course of conversation. At the end of the day, it is not a good idea to talk about sex life (or the absence of sex life, to be precise) when the object of desire is actually who is in front. But they are in London. The night definitely has a full stomach and has been emotionally heartbreaking. They both need some light and superficial conversation. Remus really needs a dialectical fight with a stubborn dog. He needs Sirius to rescue him.

- Well, it's not the same Pads. If you do not mind.

He rests her elbows on the table and approaches over to him. Inquisitive Sirius. Just remains him to lift the ears and stretch the legs.

- Are you sure you don't like girls?

"Right now I'm thinking that I'd like to see how you unbutton your pants while you look at me and lick your lips, Black, as if it was a cake that is offered at the door of a school to be eaten".

-Pretty sure- he says with conviction. With great conviction.

- But, are you sure you've done it right? - Remus doesn't answer but apparently, his silence is quite eloquent. - Just a moment. You haven't even done THAT with a lass!

- A little higher, Padfoot. There is an old deaf woman in Wales who missed it.

At least he has the grace to lower his voice a little so that the four waitresses and the twenty customers who fill the place can look away.

Sirius moves even closer, pushing his plate of bacon aside.- Then you can't know that you don't like them, Moony, seriously, believe me. You have to try.- 

Sirius licks his lips as if he were preparing for a great feast and lowers his voice, until Remus has the sensation that he is naked in bed, listening to him in his ear. -Remus, listen to me well. the first time you put your hand under the girl's uniform shirt you have to let her sigh and kiss her in that very moment, sticking your tongue out very slowly, because if she returns the kiss, Remus, I swear, it's the most incredible thing in the world. Feel how she softens while your pants are getting tighter. You can't know that you don't like it until they kiss your ears, or your neck, or your cock, Remus. How are you going to know if you haven't had it sucked right, mate?

Hot. Oh, fuck Merlin. How hot it is in London. Remus evaporates. He's melting. He stands in the place of that girl and Sirius' imaginary hand under the uniform makes him want to yell "Do it. Eat me, drink me, touch me". He has never wanted him so intensely. Fuck. Seems to feel his lips all over his body but especially in that place that's stiff, and not because he's been thinking of girls.

Sirius makes an effort to make his voice sound normal.

-Have you ever done any of those things with a boy?

- What? - His eyes pop out of their sockets. - No!- Sirius is too masculine, too manly for that. -And according to your theory, how do you know then that you would not like it?

Sirius babbles a "well ..." and "shit, man, that's not ... well because ..." but cannot manage to put together a sentence. For the first time, Remus has left him without words. It is a historical date that will remain engraved in the memory of London forever and ever, amen.

They return to Hogwarts by motorcycle. On the road, as they leave the city ​​and flying once London is nothing but blurred silhouettes on the horizon. Remus grabs onto Sirius so he doesn't fall when the damn thing begins to take off and Sirius is too confused to think about how nice it is. The pain in his chest is starting to turn into a kind of sting. He's still furious and still doesn't know why or with whom.