All the Young Dudes ( Sirius' Perspective )

Seventh Year : Instinct

“You told him!” Remus slammed the door shut with his foot, kissing Sirius urgently before he could even respond.

“Well, he worked it out...” Sirius laughed, breathlessly, as they broke apart, stumbling when he was pushed back towards the bed. Lily and James had run off to a prefect’s meeting, and Peter was still stuck in detention—which meant they had the dorm to themselves. Remus seemed very eager to take advantage of that fact.

“But you told him,” he repeated, voice low and rough in his throat. Sirius shuddered as Moony ran his tongue along his neck, from collarbone to earlobe, making his knees go weak. In the next moment, they were bumping against the bed frame; Remus shoved him, and they fell backwards together.

“Merlin.” Sirius gasped, unable to do anything but stare, helplessly, as Remus crawled on top of him. His hands were everywhere, insatiable, long fingers sliding under Sirius’s shirt and ghosting over his skin. He shivered.

“If I’d known this was how you’d respond, I’d have told Prongs ages ag—”

“Shut. Up.” Remus nipped at his lip, fingers working his belt. Sirius let his eyes fall shut, biting down on the palm of his hand and doing his best to obey as Moony kissed down his chest, moving lower...

“So,” Remus said casually, half an hour later, smoking by the window as if he hadn’t just taken Sirius apart piece by piece with nothing but his tongue, “It went well?”

“Hm?!” Sirius struggled to think through the fog in his brain; he still felt slightly boneless, like his limbs had turned to jelly. Remus smirked down at him, smugly, blowing smoke out the crack in the window,

“James. What did he say?!”

Oh. That was what they were talking about.

“I think the first thing was ‘what the fuck are you playing at,’ but it got better from there.” Sirius rolled onto his side, propping his head on his hand.

“Did he ask lots of questions?”

“Sort of. Nothing I didn’t expect, I s’pose. What about Evans?”

“She said ‘oh my god’ about a hundred times, but she came around fairly quickly.”

“Prongs too.” Sirius frowned, “Except the prat won’t tell Wormtail for us, says we have to do it.”

“Well. Fair enough.” Remus took another drag on his cigarette, this time blowing the smoke towards the bed. It curled lazily between them, hazy swirls. “What questions did he ask?”

Sirius inhaled, shutting his eyes.

“Nothing scandalous. How long for, when did it start, why didn’t I tell him...that sort of thing.”

“What did you say?”

“I told the truth. Roll us a fag?”

He didn’t have to ask. Remus already had one ready, and he passed it over without a word. Sirius flipped onto his stomach, stretching his hand out through the smoke to take it. He stuck the cigarette between his lips, snapped his fingers to light it, and then rolled onto his back, sighing as he exhaled.