Stars & Cigarettes

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The last thing Desmond Crouch thought possible was for him to wake up with a sore body, a  small pain in his head and his face in Sirius Black's back, naked back at that. Panic coursed through him as he pulled his arm from Sirius's waist, slowly as not to wake him, under the covers he could feel Sirius's body in it's integrity pressed flush against his. Something that make his body react in a way that he did not want it to react.

Memories from the night before began to flood his mind, a video of Sirius all but leaning towards him when Desmond checked it Sirius still sat with him, began to play, the obsidian haired boy's face halting just centimeters from his as his stormy eyes glanced to his lips before returning to Desmond's eyes momentarily, Sirius pressing his lips against Desmond's being the highlight of the movie like memory.

The intended peek turning into a more agressive kiss as Desmond's hands dropped the bottle of beer and grabbed Sirius's leather jacket, pulling him closer, before pushing him away all together. Sirius's face contorted into one of shock and hurt, a sight that pained Desmond, even in the present as the memory crossed his mind. "You're drunk." Desmond had claimed, his voice low and disappointed.

"No I'm not." Sirius had replied, scooting closer, slowly as if he was approaching a wounded and scared animal, "I can taste it on your lips you know, you've been drinking longer than I have." Desmond retaliated, throwing the eldest Black a soft glare. Sirius had given a short laugh before commenting "Then you clearly haven't been paying attention because that's only my second beer, I know how to act drunk Crouch. Beside drunk me would have resisted much more when you pushed me away."

Desmond was brought back to reality when he felt Sirius turn around, his face brushing across his forearm and bicep until he was completely facing him, body and everything, making him freeze slightly. "Your bicep are nice pillows." Sirius commented from his position making Desmond jump slightly in embarrassment. 

"Wh-Wh-What happ-what happened?" The never stuttering Desmond Crouch, stuttered as he peered down at the obsidian haired man that laid with him, watching as his eyes opened slightly and looked up at him through thick lashes, an innocent expression on his face. A sight that simultaneously warmed Desmond's heart as well as squeezed it. "I think you know what happened. I mean it's not hard to deduct is it Dez?" Sirius inquired.

Desmond's heart stopped as he heard his nickname leaving Sirius's lips, it made him shiver slightly and want to hear more of it. There was a way that Sirius said his nickname that was truly desirable. Desmond kept quiet and merely laid there, even though every ounce of his body pleaded him to get up and away from the bed, his mind screaming at him that what he was doing was wrong and sinful.

Sirius looked at the Hufflepuff boy with whom he'd spent, in his opinion, the best night of his life and moved his body so his junk was against the mattress and pushed himself onto his elbows, his shaggy obsidian hair loose from it's ponytail and falling to his shoulders, "We checked into this motel when we noticed things were getting too heated for the party." he explained as he reached over the side of the bed and towards his leather jacket on the ground.

His fingers grabbed the pack of cigars that he'd grown used to having with him and smoking, and pulled it to him, expertly grabbing a cigarette and placing it between his lips before lightening it up. Smoking was a nasty habit he'd gained when he was 14 when he first slipped away from his house in the middle of the night, a habit that his best mates had been trying to get him to quit, with no avail.

Desmond reached for Sirius's pack and pulled out one for himself, shocking the eldest Black, "Don't look at me like that Sirius..." Desmond whispered as he puffed out the smoke of his lit cigar, "I'm surprised that's all." Sirius defended quickly drawing his eyes away from the dark brown haired boy. Silence surrounded the two teens as they each smoked their cigars, it was pleasant and allowed each of them to think of something to say that wasn't small talk. 

"House keeping." a sweet voice called from the other side of the door, alerting the two teens that it was well into the morning, "We'll be out in a moment." Desmond replied smoothly, making Sirius raise a brow at him, "Our families will send a search party for us if we don't go home." Desmond explained, although he felt as if his words fell extremely deaf when it came to explain their families, especially since they were both the black sheep of their families.