‘Padfoot!' Remus whispered hoarsely, shoving Sirius' shoulder. 'Wake up!’
Sirius squirmed under the bedclothes then he raised an arm, swatting Remus across the head as he pushed him away. ‘Bugger off, Moony,' he mumbled sleepily, burrowing his face deeper into the pillow. 'Too early.'
‘It's morning,' Remus told him, yanking the pillow out from under Sirius' head. 'And you’re still in my bed!’
The low, hissed words had the intended result; Sirius’ eyes snapping open instantly. Bright light assaulted him, slicing into his still half asleep brain, and he groaned before squinting up at a naked Remus with rapidly-rising panic.
‘It's morning? Shit! Did I sleep here all night?’
Remus nodded in confirmation, pulling his nightclothes on fast as Sirius sat up, their faces tense and worried.
There was just over a week until the Easter break, and for the first time, Sirius hadn’t returned to his own bed the night before. They’d been pushing their unspoken boundaries for weeks now, becoming more relaxed with their clandestine relationship and, along with the more casual attitude, came a loosening of their usual routine of talk, fool around then back to their own beds.
They had been staying with each other for longer after their bodies were sated, talking and dozing until the early hours of the morning when one or the other of them would stumble back to their own bed so the others would remain none the wiser. But this morning, Remus woke to soft, gentle lips on his throat and a hard, insistent erection pressing into his thigh and the part of his brain that had earned him his Prefect badge, shut down. Kissing led to groping which, in turn, led to some desperate frotting and culminated in a mutual wank which left them sweaty and exhausted. They'd both fallen asleep almost immediately with limbs tangled and come sticky on their skin, but with smiles playing on their lips.
Now, though, the light of day bought harsh reality down upon them and, after a fast Cleansing Charm, they frantically pulled on their hastily discarded nightclothes, praying to every deity they could recall - Muggle and Magic - that no one else was awake yet. Remus quietly removed the Silencing spell once they were dressed and, to their dismay, they heard James asking Peter if he knew where Sirius was.
‘Shit.’
The word was said under his breath, but Remus still flapped his hands to indicate that Sirius should shut up. The werewolf bit his lip then pulled Sirius down onto the bed, sitting down at the opposite end when he heard footsteps coming their way. They were trying to appear as if they'd been casually chatting when the curtains parted and James peered in at them with suspicious eyes.
‘Hey! What are you two up to so early?' he asked, then he grinned. 'Did I catch you out? Were you just getting up from a night of debauchary?’
Sirius, stomach dropping, forced a grin and winked outrageously at Remus, deciding that the truth might be the best defensive tactic right now.
‘Yes, we are,' he said, pouting. 'And we were about to have some fantastic morning sex when you opened the curtains and so rudely interrupted.’
He threw himself at Remus, who looked stunned by Sirius' words, and pulled him down onto the mattress before looking up at James with an arched eyebrow.‘Want to watch, Prongs? I’m sure Moony won’t mind if you join in, would you, Moons?’
Remus, catching on, tried to push Sirius off, but to no avail. ‘Don’t call me that! And I don’t care if he joins in, as long as he uses your arse.’
Sirius gave his hips a wriggle, Remus biting back a moan as their groins rubbed together through their pyjama pants and his cock started to show some interest in proceedings.
