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Summary: Sirius and you are friends with benefits and, naturally, you'd never tell him what you really think. Or would you? Very light-hearted and fun. No indication of age or time period, but I imagined them to be in their mid-twenties when I wrote it. Warnings: a bit of swearing, mentions of sex and alcohol, nothing explicit though Word count: 1.7k
Sirius was in the bathroom next door while you lay on his bed. The tap water trickled from the distance for a minute while your chest rose and sank slowly. You had just caught your breath again after what had happened between him and you in his room. It was no unusual occurrence, the two of you meeting up for a hook-up every once in a while. You had been friends for years, had known each other for even longer and one night, after James' and Remus' brilliant idea of ordering a round for every brand of shots they hadn't tried yet, it had just happened. And it was okay, good even, for such a drunk mishap.
The next time you'd been sober. Peter had invited Sirius and himself over to your place for a game night but had cancelled at the last minute, so, well, you'd made the most of the night. That's how it had begun. It was never meant to be serious, for lack of a better word, and it never really became. It was fun, spontaneous and easy to hide from your friends. Most importantly though, it was always good. And it kept on getting better each time.
Amorous feelings hadn't started to build just yet. Well, you had noticed them trying to build, to stack up bit by bit like a bunch of Legos being put together every time the two of you hung out but had quickly stowed them away, pushed them down right back where they had come from. It would make things complicated, much too difficult and who were you to ruin your own fun? You'd noticed new thoughts bubbling up inside your head when you watched him put his clothes back on, or when he raked his fingers through his hair. But you had bitten your tongue every time, had held yourself back from saying what you knew a person shouldn't say to their friend. Friends never giggled nervously at the jokes of their mate, they didn't mention their sudden preference for the other one's cologne and their heart certainly didn't skip a beat whenever the other person smiled.
So pushing down all those pesky things was what you had done and it had been easier than expected. If one didn't dwell on the fantasy of what could be and stayed grounded in reality, looked at things objectively, it was manageable to keep those feelings at bay. It was tempting, however, to imagine a world where all of this could lead to something more. And to be fair, you had daydreamed about it. Just once, or twice, or maybe three times. But it had always ended with you taking that idea and forcing it out of your head so it couldn't settle. Never let your brain work up scenarios you knew wouldn't come true. The disappointment would be such a hassle and there was no time to drown in self-pity.
"You alright?"
Sirius' voice startled you. You hadn't even noticed him coming back. Your gaze shot up at him while you remained on your back on one side of the mattress, the thick duvet still covering you.
