Marauder crack

Keep it until you explode

Flying on a broomstick is like anything else.  Like walking or swimming.  Like writing or painting.  Any idiot who proposes it can do it, but one thing is to put letters together or walk without falling or mix four colors and another thing is to swim like sharks, create paintings for history, write epic poems.  It's one thing to fly and another to fly like James and Sirius do during Quidditch practice.

There is no apparent effort and they never have to seek balance because they never lose it.  Sirius barks the orders in wide circles around the players.  When a bludger escapes and threatens to hit the most clueless of them, he accelerates, creates an impossible angle, and stops it with a blow that sends it to the other end of the field.  "A little attention or the next one will end up breaking your skull!"  Sirius never looks at James when they train but he always knows where he is.  Behind, in front, underneath.  James chases after the snitch, catches it, lets it fly to give it an advantage, and goes out again for it.  Left, right, tirelessly.  They do not look at each other but they know each other and that is enough.

Remus is not into sports, he has to admit it, but watching them train, agile and fierce, is not a sport.  It is not even flying.  It is something else.  Poetry.  Maybe crime.  They squeal and growl, try some strategies, change positions, hit balls, make formations, try different attacking ways.  The rain has stopped, but Sirius is still wearing the glasses.  He's not wearing them but pulled back on his head and Remus takes a deep breath as he watches him do a couple of deadly stunts.  When dusk turns the sky red and purple, the players leave the field.  The last to go down is them.  James and Sirius, sweating, their boots stained with mud and that glint in their eyes of wild joy.

-Remus- calls Lily, raising her head for a second from her book of Runes -why are we studying in the only place in the garden where you can see the training?

It is a trick question.

- Because the light is much better here.

- And the landscape?

Another trick question.  Lily has the mischievous look on hers.  She may have realized that Remus's book has been on the same page for an hour.

-The scenery is not bad- he admits.  -The landscape is not bad.

James picks up the suitcase where the balls are kept.  Sirius helps him with his broom.  They have to pass them to get to the locker room.  They keep on talking but they are far away and Remus can't make out what they might be saying.  James laughs and Sirius with him.  He really has a hard time not sighing again.  He realizes that he is being some kind of drunk idiot schoolboy with a spring crush, but what the hell, he IS a schoolboy and he feels drunk on Sirius.  Still, he struggles to maintain some semblance of control.  Even when he suddenly has Sirius in front of him looking him up and down.  Inviting him to disaster.

-Aren't you coming to the shower nerds?- His tone is so suggestive that should be bottled in the Forbidden Section.  When he asks Lily, he's different, lighter.  - Cheer up too, Evans.  When James is naked under the stream he always whispers your name.

James is quick to clarify that it is "totally a lie", but Remus knows that this time, Sirius is telling the most sincere truth.

-It's a very kind offer- Lily sneers sarcastically. -But I'll pass.

- What about you, Moony?  Don't leave me alone with this one, he always wants to fool me with the old trick of dropping the soap.

It is a tempting offer.  A shower with Sirius.  The idea sends chills of heat to remote parts of his anatomy.  But they are community showers and he's not sure James would like the idea of ​​sharing what Remus has in mind.

- I have to study.

- Worse for you.  Better for James.

He wonders how they don't realize.  Everyone.  Sirius's expression is a huge luminous cartel in the middle of London saying "eat me, drink me".  And yet James doesn't have a clue, used as he is to Sirius's exuberant sexuality, which always turns it all into a double-minded joke.  They leave for the shower rooms and a part of Remus, a childish part that he never lets take control is disappointed.  He would like to jump and scream from the icy peaks of the Himalayas that Sirius, Sirius Black, wants HIM.  But Sirius hasn't told anyone, not even James.  And if he hasn't told it, it's because he doesn't want anyone to know.  Maybe he doesn't give it enough importance.

-You're drolling over the book- says a female voice next to him.

Lily. Lily already knows everything.

But he can't talk to Lily.  For the sake of discretion.  For sake of Sirius.  Because he is not one of those who talk and tell everything.  He is one of those who keep it until the secrets splinter inside him until he can't take it anymore.

- Sirius has a moo.

- What!?!?!?- Lily turns to him immediately.  - What did you just say?

-When we kiss for a long time or, I don't know ... he makes that noise like a sigh but different, like a moo.  - A sound from the back of the throat, nasal, steaming, dull.  A sound that vibrates and makes everything vibrate and that Remus cannot describe.  - A sexy moo.

A stunning second, and then Lily gives in to a laugh that brings tears to her eyes.  She lies down on the table, and it takes a long time to be able to speak.  Laughter lights her up, lights up her cheeks and her eyes.  It's a great show.

- In the girls' room, you hear many stories about the lovemaking arts of a certain Black but THIS is undoubtedly the best.  Definitely.

-If Sirius finds out that I have told you, he will buy a silver bullet and he will assassinate me.

- Don't worry, we'll moo for you at your funeral.-  She sticks her tongue out at him, and Remus smiles despite her.

- I shouldn't have told you.

Lily torments him all the way to the castle, looping in her ear.