The Twelve Fucks of Christmas: A Wolfstar Story

Tenderly

"Honey, I'm home!" cried Remus in a mock singsong voice. Kicking the front door shut with his heel, he hobbled into the cottage, his arms laden with bags. Sirius popped his head out of the living room door, his confused frown quickly transforming into an expression of delight at the sight of his boyfriend.

"You're home early!" he grabbed a couple of bags from Remus without prompting and took them into the living room. "What's all this, then?"

"I got an early release from my duties today; the Davies' son has a Healers appointment," Remus explained, dumping the rest of the bags carelessly onto the couch. "I took advantage of the free time to do the last of our Christmas shopping."

"What did you get?" Sirius asked excitedly, poking his nose into the nearest bag. "Anything for me?"

"Yes, so don't go poking around," Remus warned lightly, snatching the bag out of Sirius' reach. Sirius pouted, pretending to be disappointed.

"You're no fun, Moony. I want to see what you've got me."

"You'll find out in a few days' time," Remus reminded him, then added, "Well, I did get a little something for us today."

Sirius looked intrigued, "Oh? And what would that be?"

Remus thrust one of the plastic bags into his hand along with one of the cheques. Sirius' eyes darted across the words on the cheque and then he peered inside the bag. He looked up at Remus and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Naughty masseur role play?"

Remus nodded, "You up for it?"

"I'll go grab my wand," Sirius said, hurrying out of the living room with the bag of supplies still in hand.

Sirius asked for a few minutes to set up the bedroom for their game, so Remus took this opportunity to hide his Christmas present in the pantry. He knew Sirius wouldn't be able to resist peaking in the bag if he left it out and Remus did most of the home cooking, so he wasn't likely to find it in the small walk-in cupboard in the kitchen. When everything was hidden, Remus waited patiently in the corridor. When Sirius said he was ready, he knocked politely on the bedroom door.

"Come in!" Sirius' muffled voice called from within. Remus stepped into the bedroom and took a moment to appreciate the effort Sirius had gone to in making the room look like a massage parlour: the storage chest at the bottom of the bed had been transfigured into a leather massage table with a fluffy white towel draped over the top of it, and the curtains were drawn, and the many lit candles bathed the room in a warm, inviting glow. Transfiguration had always come naturally to Sirius; it was really quite remarkable what that man could do with a wand. Sirius had even gone to the effort of changing his clothes, wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting trousers.

Typical , thought Remus fondly. He even manages to make plain clothes look sexy.

Soft played quietly in the background and Remus' heart tugged with affection as he recognised it immediately.

"Chet Baker," he said gently. "You know me so well, Sirius."

"I'm not sure what you mean, sir, I don't think we've ever met before," he replied lightly. Remus rolled his eyes. Of course, they were supposed to be in character—Sirius took his roleplaying seriously.

"Sorry, I must be mistaking you for someone else," Remus held out his hand to Sirius. "I'm Remus. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Sirius grabbed his hand and gave it a firm shake. "I'm Sirius. So, what brings you here today?"

"Well," Remus sighed heavily and flexed the muscles in his shoulders and neck. "I've been getting a lot of pain in my back, lately."

Sirius frowned, looking concerned, "Really? Can you show me where?" Sirius stepped forward and rested his hands gently on Remus' shoulders. "Here?" Remus nodded and Sirius' hands slid down his back, resting on his slim hips. "What about here?"