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harleybarley7 · 3 years ago

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Hmmm. So it was the 'At first sight' piece that you wrote (it was lovely by the way, as usual) but made me think of Sirius rewatching tapes or the game or practice before he and Remus got together. And like he'd be watching it all carefully with a trained eye and then there might be a moment where the camera pans to the bench and there's Remus and he pauses the tape and just stares. Just soft Sirius being mushy about his crush. Not intending for you to write it if you don't want. was just cute

This ask has lived in my head and warmed my heart ever since it came in. Thank you for this golden opportunity. Combined with asks for someone hitting on Remus pre-Coops, Sirius correcting Remus' French, and the 15-second hug mentioned in this fic! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove

TW for mentioned alcohol, healing from injury

“Pas de problem,” Sirius corrected for the third time. He had been unable to keep his grin down for about five minutes and another blurt of giddy lava flowed through his heart when Remus smiled back at him, sideways and unsure. In less than twelve hours, Remus would be gone for two weeks for some sort of certification, and Sirius planned to enjoy every second of the time they still had. “Not ‘pass’. Pas.”

“Pah de problem?” Remus tried again, narrowing his eyes in concentration.

Sirius hid his laughter in the rim of his glass. “Your accent makes it so flat, mon dieu.”

“Hey!” Remus said, playfully indignant as his foot nudged Sirius’ shin under the table. Sirius fired back with one of his own and tried not to get too distracted by the blush on his fair cheeks. There was an art to Remus Lupin’s face—an art that a bit of alcohol only enhanced by pouring color into it. “Alright, alright, jeez. Pas de problem. Better?”

It took a second for Sirius to remember how to breathe; he felt his heart kickstart hard and knew his smile was downright dopey. “Ouais. Très bien, Loops.”

The proud smile he received in response was absolutely dizzying. Sirius coughed into his hand and grabbed their glasses, mumbling something about a refill as he slipped around Kuny’s broad frame and tried to quell the pounding of his heart. It had grown worse ever since Remus started helping him with his ankle; what he used to admire from afar had suddenly become up close and personal three times a week, and he found himself getting distracted almost every time Remus appeared on the bench during practice.

Every touch of his warm, callused hands on his still-sore ankle made Sirius’ heart skip a beat—every smile he received when he showed progress tucked itself next to his lungs. He had even printed out the sneaky picture he took of Remus and Moody and hidden it behind the others, where he could see it from the perfect place on his pillow.

It was a nightmare.

“Seltzer and vodka soda, s’il vous plait,” he said absently as he set their glasses down on the bartop and scanned the crowd. People-watching always calmed him down; it was hard to focus on just one when there were so many new faces. It wasn’t like he could have Remus in that lifetime or the next, so what was the harm in letting his eyes wander a bit?

“Scuse me?”

Sirius jumped slightly and turned, meeting the shy gaze of a young woman whose friends were huddled in a group behind her. Here we go, he thought, steeling his courage. Time for the nightly performance of heterosexuality. “Can I help you?”

She tilted her head toward their table. “You’re with those guys over there, right?”

“Ouais.”

“Do you think—” She faltered, biting her lip as a blush rose to her cheeks and she held out a crumpled napkin. “Do you think you could give your friend my number?”

Sirius paused, taken aback. Most nights he had to gently decline any offers—nobody had ever asked him to be a messenger before. “Uh, which one?”

“The cute one in the sweater.” She gestured and he squinted to follow her line of sight. “With the brown eyes and the jawline?”

They’re not brown, they’re hazel-gold, was his first thought.

His second was fuck.

“He’s—” Mine. “Taken. In a really serious relationship.”

The young woman’s face fell and an embarrassed flush rose to her cheeks. “Shit, really?”

“Mhmm,” Sirius lied. “Almost engaged, actually.” I wish.

“Oh. Okay, then.” She crumpled the napkin up in her hand again and offered a weak smile that he did his best to return with false sympathy. “Thanks for letting me know before I made an idiot of myself, or something.”

“No problem,” he said, and meant it with every bone in his body. Some woman in a bar was not about to swoop in and rob him of the last precious moments he could get of Loops time before half a month of his absence. Not if he had anything to say about it.

“Merci,” Remus said with a teasing grin as Sirius set his new drink down. His accent made the word so bouncy, so light, so fun. “Did I say that one right, Captain Quebeçois?”

“Parfait,” Sirius responded. Talker squeezed in next to him half a second later, and he resigned himself to listening to them chat until it was finally time to say goodbye.

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It was 2:17 am, and Sirius was bored out of his mind. Their last game played out in colorful blurs on the screen in front of him; he absently took notes now and then, but it had been close to a perfect game for them. Everything they needed to work on had already been noted down ages ago.

“Black takes it down the middle, weaving past the defense like he was born to do it—”

Maybe Sirius had made a mistake in lying to the woman at the bar earlier. She looked like a nice enough person, sweet, like Remus. Maybe he should have let her pass her number over and let them both have a good time and congratulate Remus on pulling and then eventually show up to their wedding in support and—

“—Potter is wheeling tonight! Helluva a goal by our Boston boy—”

--and he was catastrophizing again. Heather always told him to take things slow, follow a natural progression. Sirius backtracked. Maybe he should have let her lead Remus to the dance floor and spend the next twenty minutes wishing it was him who could press up close and run his fingers through the fluffy curls that were just starting to flop into his eyes. The jealousy would be as bitter as licorice, but he would find a way to handle it.

“—blay stops a killer move by number 16 on the Bruins with an outstanding check, and I think the Lions might be roaring louder than the fans, Frank!”

The tape changed from the ice angle to the bench. Sirius’ thumb clicked ‘pause’ before his thoughts stopped whirling, and then everything came to a standstill. He could hear his own breathing in the dark of Dumo’s basement, along with the creaking floorboards overhead, though he saw nothing but the bright rectangle ahead and the face shining among his friends’ helmets.

Remus’ hands were in the air, slender fingers splayed in celebration—he beamed at the ice in a mix of surprise and fierce pride. His strong forearms were only a bit visible as the cuffs of his tracksuit slid down, and Sirius had to swallow back the urge to kiss his pulse points. He set the remote aside and pulled his knees up under his chin, memorizing every pixel of the pure joy in Remus’ expression.

That was one of the things Sirius liked most about him, after all. Remus just loved hockey. He loved it as much as or more than any player on the team; he loved it for every little intricacy and could analyze a play like a captain. He was fully involved in every game, his sharp eyes flicking back and forth while he juggled all of their batshit superstitions. It was the sexiest thing Sirius had ever seen.

Did that confirm his status as a true-blue hockey nerd? Yes. Did it make him a lovesick idiot? Without a doubt. Was it deeply, tragically unfortunate that there was a negative percent chance Remus was a) into men and b) into the neurotic mess of a captain? That knowledge had effectively nipped every single one of Sirius’ horny thoughts in the bud. Well, most of them.

He sighed through his nose and resettled his chin on his knees, sparing an absent glance at the clock to see how much time was left. They had evening practice. He could stare for a few more minutes, then finish the tape and hope it made him drowsy enough to sleep.

“Sirius?”

“Jesus!” he spluttered, jabbing the ‘play’ button so hard it clicked angrily. His heart hammered in his chest as he turned to see Dumo standing in the doorway, squinting sleepily at him. “Quoi?”

“Why are you awake?” he asked, voice scratchy.

“I, uh, couldn’t sleep.” Calm down, calm down, no heart attacks at 24. “Thought I’d watch tape until I got tired. Did I wake you?”

Dumo shrugged one shoulder as the fans cheered on the screen. “Was getting water and heard noises.”

“Sorry, I’ll turn it down.”

“You should sleep.”

“I will.”

He nodded, then paused in the doorway. A shaky, nauseated feeling began to grow in Sirius’ gut. “Why did you stop the tape on the bench?”

Because I’m gay. Dumo, I’m gay. I’m gay and I should tell you and also I am specifically gay for the PT who I lied about to a stranger so he wouldn’t get married. “I was making a note about Tremzy’s check to give him a shoutout tomorrow.”

Dumo hummed and ruffled his hair before padding back up the stairs. “Sleep, mon fils. Tape will be there in the morning.”

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Sirius liked Moody. He was intimidating, sure, but he knew his stuff and gave gruffly kind encouragement that would have sounded insulting to anyone who hadn’t grown used to it over the past six years.

But two weeks was a long, long time for Sirius’ heartsickness. So when he walked into the PT office for his Thursday session fully expecting the familiar perma-scowl, he was more than a little shocked to be met with a friendly smile instead.

“Hey, Pads,” Remus said as he finished up the knot on a set of exercise bands and wiped his palms on his pants. “How’s it going?”

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Sirius blurted, then immediately backtracked as Remus blinked in obvious surprise. “I mean—no, I mean, aren’t you getting your certificate?”

The easy calm returned to his expression and he shook his head. “Nah, I finished up a little early because I skipped the intro speakers. Why go to stuff you already know, right?”

“Missed you,” he said before he could overthink it.

“Missed you, too, Cap. C’mere.”

Sirius stepped toward the table, saw Remus’ arms spread and watched him lean forward, and acted on complete lizard-brained instinct to wrap his arms around him and pull Remus into a hug.

Okay, Sirius thought. Well. Bad decision, but too late to back out now. Too early to let go without being weird. “I—tape, um—” Remus broke off, then tentatively returned the embrace as the screaming in Sirius’ head rose to a fever pitch. It had easily been ten seconds. Sirius was frozen in place. The palm resting gently over his shoulder blade patted it, then rubbed a small circle over to his shoulder. “Sirius, you okay?”

Real life. Alright. Make this un-weird, Black. He pulled back and held Remus by the shoulders. “Moody was a fucking nightmare while you were gone. Never leave me with him again.”

Remus stared at him for a moment, then let out a snort that quickly devolved into both of them hooting with laughter in the middle of the PT room. “I think we can call that an acquired taste,” he snickered as Sirius laid out on the table and gave himself a mental high-five. “Let’s see if I can un-fuck his work, eh?”

And when Sirius looked back later that night, he could almost pretend Remus’ touches lingered a little longer that day.

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harleybarley7 · 3 years ago

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hello wonderful Eve! could u write more Stella and DadCoops pretty please? I love them so much

I'd love to! For anyone who's new here, Stella is my OC for Coops' adopted daughter. Fic O'Ween day 4 is a couple minutes late (oops) but thank you to everyone who sent such sweet messages about Blue <3 Those were such a joy to read. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

Prompt: Childhood Halloween Fun!

“Hey, Sirius?” He glanced up at a tentative knock and offered a smile to the girl standing half-hidden by the doorframe; at eleven years old, Stella still hadn’t quite hit her growth spurt, and her knobbly knees stuck out from the bottom of her shorts. A bandaid sealed with a kiss adorned one from a nasty scrape while she had been out practicing her skating on the sidewalk.

“What’s up, ma petite?”

The corner of her mouth turned down in a halfhearted pout. “I’m not small,” she insisted. “I’m almost twelve. I’m way too old for that.”

“Sorry,” Sirius laughed, stepping aside to make room for her at the bathroom sink. Her footsteps were nearly silent, padded by the rainbow socks she had picked out herself. They were the one pop of color against her otherwise all-black outfit—a compromise she had finally agreed to so Sirius and Remus wouldn’t have a heart attack while she was off trick-or-treating in the dark.

She propped her elbows on the edge of the sink while he finished adding highlights to the fake blood at the corner of his mouth. Maybe a vampire was cliché, but there was no way he and Remus were going to steal Stella’s limelight. “That looks super real,” she remarked, bouncing on her toes.

“Merci.”

“Why do you and Remus always do couple costumes?”

“Because we’re married.”

That drew a fond eye roll from her. “Well, duh. I mean why don’t you just go as what you each want to do instead?”

He shrugged one shoulder, squinting at the little white dot at the base of the blood droplet. “We both like doing it, and it’s more fun to match with someone in my opinion. Just something sappy. Why?”

“Maybe—” She faltered, kicking the cabinet door lightly as she averted her eyes. “Would you—would it be okay if maybe I matched with you next year?”

Sirius’ heart seized and he nearly drew a thick line of white paint through his careful shadows. “Of course,” he managed after a moment around the growing tightness in his chest. He looked away from the mirror and bent to her level, touching her wrist gently. “Stella, of course you can. Any time you want.”

“Not this year,” she said quickly with a tug to her shorts. “I like my costume too much. But…next time. If that’s alright. I don’t want to break your tradition.”

Sirius was pretty sure his heart was snapping in half. How many times in her short years of life had she been left out? He touched her wrist again and she turned, dark eyes wide and uncharacteristically vulnerable. “Stella,” he began, though he didn’t know the words to tell her just how much she meant to them. He sighed through his nose. “Stella, I know this hasn’t been an easy few years for you, but you’re part of our traditions now. Remus and I want you here as our kid. We want you to be safe and happy and comfortable and we absolutely want matching Halloween—”

His arms were full of a gangly almost-twelve-year-old before he could finish; Sirius held her just as tight without hesitation. Stella let out a shaky exhale and her fingers locked in the satiny fabric of his cape, keeping her face tucked to the side. She sniffled once, then relaxed under his palms. “Will you do my eyeliner?”

Sirius closed his eyes with a smile and gave her a light squeeze of comfort before letting her go and patting the closed toilet seat. “Hop on up, mademoiselle.”

Stella wasn’t known for her patience or general ability to sit still for extended periods of time, but she stayed steady as Sirius lined her eyes with the black pencil they had bought specifically for this purpose. Sometimes, face paint just wasn’t enough. He understood the predicament.

“Good?” he asked after a few minutes of careful line work.

She craned her neck to look in the mirror, turning her head back and forth. “A little more?”

“Okay, raton laveur,” he teased, leaning back down.

“Are you calling me small again?” she asked suspiciously.

“I’m calling you a raccoon.”

“Hmm.”

“A very cute, very rainbow raccoon,” he corrected.

A slow smile spread over her face and he had to pause his work as her eyes crinkled. “Much better.”

Sirius added a small triangle on the inside of her eye with a silent thanks to Lily and YouTube, then capped the pen. “How’s that?”

She slid off the seat and went back to the mirror—her dimple popped out as she smudged the black beneath her eyes just a bit more. “Oh, yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“That’s awesome!” she said around a laugh. Sirius’ whole body warmed from the inside out as she turned and flung her arms around his waist in a tight hug before bounding down the stairs. Her endless energy never failed to amaze him. “Remus! Remus, come look!”

He made his way downstairs at a significantly slower pace, not willing to risk slipping in his socks. Unlike his daughter, he wasn’t made of rubber. “Look at you!” Remus said as he held Stella at arm’s length to admire her makeup. “You look game-ready!”

“I still need my skates, though.”

“No skates in the house,” they chorused. She hurried around the corner toward the front door and Remus crossed the room to leave a chaste kiss on Sirius’ lips, followed by a deeper one; his thumb trailed down the unpainted side of his lips.

“Doesn’t somebody look dashing tonight?” he murmured with a grin.

Sirius nipped his lower lip, then playfully bit the two red marks on Remus’ neck he had painted not half an hour before. “Dangerous. Deadly, actually. Better be careful. You’ve got a dark creature in your house.”

“Oh, bullshit,” Remus snorted, nudging their noses together. “Nice job on the eyeliner, by the way.”

Sirius couldn’t contain his smile as he looked over Remus’ shoulder, where Stella’s shadow was still digging through their shoe rack. “She’s so excited,” he said under his breath. “And she wants to match with us next year.”

Remus’ whole face lit up. “Really?”

“Mhmm. I’m already thinking of ideas.”

“Well, I think our roller derby girl needs a hand at the moment,” Remus said as he looked back. His lips were warm when they pressed against Sirius’ own one more time. “I’ll handle the skates if you get the candy bowl out, and we can brainstorm later.”

“Aye aye, captain.”

“Get outta here, Count Chocola,” Remus scoffed, giving his rear a light smack as he ducked into the kitchen.

They had decorated the sign for the candy bowl as a family—Sirius traced the colorful letters with his fingertip before tucking it inside the cauldron’s rim with a piece of tape to hold the back steady. They would be back to personally give out candy in an hour or two, but neither he nor Remus wanted to miss out on Stella’s second Halloween in their home.

“—pretty exciting,” Stella was saying when he walked to the front door with the bowl under one arm and her empty pillowcase under the other. Remus made a sound of agreement from his place on the floor as he laced her rollerskates up; the velcro straps of her knee and elbow pads were snug. “Maria’s going to have a Halloween-themed birthday party next weekend, but I don’t know if I should wear the same costume or not.”

“You can do whatever makes you happy,” Remus said without looking up as he double-knotted the second set of laces. So much for ‘no skates in the house’, Sirius thought with a wry smile. “If you like this one, great. If you want to try a different one, we’ll figure something out. You’re going to look amazing either way.”

Stella kicked her feet happily when he sat back on his heels and returned his thumbs-up with a fist bump. “Bag,” Sirius reminded her as she wobbled upright and buckled her star-stamped helmet under her chin. She took the pillowcase with a grateful smile and headed for the door.

“Woah, okay, hold on,” Remus laughed. “Our shoes aren’t even on yet.”

“I’ll just wait at the bottom of the stairs!”

“Do you need a hand getting down?”

“There’s a railing, I’ll be fine.”

“No more skinned knees, please!” Sirius called as she opened the front door and began edging her way down step-by-step. He raised his eyebrows at Remus, who simply shook his head and tied the last lace of his boot. “She gets that from you.”

“I resent that statement and decline to confirm or deny it.” He kissed Sirius’ cheek and grabbed Stella’s coat out of the closet. She would refuse to acknowledge her goosebumps until the very last second, but they knew her well enough by then to always pack an extra. “Stella Black-Lupin, if you’re not touching the stairs when we get outside, the skates are coming off!”

The sound of rollerskate wheels coming to a hurried stop muffled Sirius’ suppressed laugh. “Are you done yet?” her hopeful voice asked.

“Lead the way, roller girl,” Sirius said as Remus set the candy bowl on the porch and locked the door behind them. His cape only barely fought the October chill—how Stella remained unfrozen in her shorts, knee socks, and t-shirt was a miracle he would never understand.

“Happy Halloween, babes,” Remus sighed happily, looping his arm around Sirius’ waist. Ten feet ahead, Stella skated backward with a broad grin, her arms spread wide for balance.

Sirius kissed the top of his head. “Happy Halloween, mon loup.”

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harleybarley7 · 3 years ago

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Can you do the tiktok trend where they pretend to hide something from their significant other, with coops, I love the way you write them

Thank you, and yes! Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

Remus shot the camera a quick look with one hand on the handle of the closet and his eyes on the front door. Keys jangled outside; a moment later, it swung open and Sirius stepped across the threshold.

“I’m h—” The bang of the closet door closing cut him off and he raised his eyebrows as Remus leaned casually across the doorframe with one hand on his hip and a bitten-back smile. Sirius narrowed his eyes. “…home. What are you doing?”

Remus shook his head.

“Are you hiding something?” His suspicion turned to curious excitement. “Is it something for me?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Remus coughed. “How was the post office?”

Sirius paused, then nodded slowly. “Alright. Pretty easy, your mom sent us some—”

Remus yelped as Sirius lunged forward and caught him around the waist. “No!” he shouted through his laughter, digging his heels in while Sirius tried hauling him backward. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Move, damn it!”

“Never!”

“How did you get so muscular?” Sirius laughed, biting his lip with a heave that made Remus wheeze. “I used to be able to pick you up so easily!”

“I did it on purpose,” he panted with a flash of a smile over his shoulder. “For exactly this moment.”

“Tell me what you put in there!”

“Nothing!”

Sirius’ hands slid up from his waist to tickle his ribs—Remus jerked back in an instant and Sirius slipped around him, yanking open the closet. A few beats of quiet passed as he rustled around, then came out with a pout. “I don’t see anything.”

“I told you there was nothing there,” Remus laughed. “You didn’t listen!”

He scrunched his nose and went for the place beneath his chin until Remus backed all the way up against the wall. “You were being suspicious!”

The playful wariness on Remus’ face gave way to a smile. “I do have something for you, though.”

“For real?”

“Mhmm.” He popped up on his toes and planted a chaste kiss on Sirius’ lips before patting his hip and heading back toward his phone. “Welcome home.”

“I only gone for ten minutes,” Sirius said, though his cheeks were pink. “If I leave and come back again can I have another one?”

Remus rolled his eyes fondly as he picked the phone up. “C’mere, you.”

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harleybarley7 · 3 years ago

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a smutty request!

just them being super switch-y like constantly going back and forth. like playful but also sexy:3

Woohoo, fun and spicy times! This was combined with an ask for Coops laughing during sex as well--I thought they dovetailed quite nicely. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for smut, car sex, semi-public sex, many 80s movie references

Waves crashed at the edge of the beach, pulling back in steady rolls and dragging pebbles in a waterfall.

Pop.

Clouds turned the sun into a blob overhead; not too dark to see the horizon but dim enough that Sirius could look at it without getting sunspots in his eyes.

Pop.

A gust of wind off the ocean bit along the collar of his shirt and blew a strand of hair over his vision. He tucked it back behind his ear and glanced to Remus, still leaning against the car as a bright pink bubble appeared between his lips.

Pop.

His eyes were closed as he licked the gum off his cherry lips and started a new one—the wind tugged at each curl of his hair, blowing it back one moment and mussing it the next. The lapel of his denim jacket flipped up for a moment and he shoved his hands deeper into his pockets with a sigh as his jaw worked the bit of bubblegum. Sirius could smell it from three feet away. He wondered if Remus’ lips were just as sweet, then rolled his eyes at himself for ever doubting it.

His hand was up the second his weight shifted to the right; it closed around the side of Remus’ face and he kissed the noise of surprise right out of his mouth, followed by a light laugh as cold fingers wound into the front of his coat. “Sugar,” Sirius mumbled into his mouth, pulling his lower lip between his teeth for a moment to get every ounce of sweetness off it. Remus went willingly, bowing into him like the birches by the sea.

“New nickname?” Remus teased, sliding one hand up to tug at the hair at the nape of Sirius’ neck. He hummed in response and moved one palm lower to first close around his hip, then the much softer handful below. “Easy, baby, it’s a public beach.”

“Nobody else is here,” Sirius responded without opening his eyes. Remus looked like a John Hughes teenage daydream and he was going to appreciate every second of it. None of the Breakfast Club could say they fucked a jock with butterscotch curls in the back of his car, could they?

Remus gave as good as he got, slipping his tongue into Sirius’ mouth with a grin as his arms weighed heavy on his shoulders and his fingers skimmed his scalp in maddening swirls. He groaned as Sirius pushed their hips together and reached down to fumble in Sirius’ back pocket for the car keys.

“Up front,” Sirius reminded him with a nudge of their noses and a bite to the hinge of his jaw. He had never been a stupid teenager, never had the chance, but it always felt like Remus brought out the reckless side of him when it came to clichés.

He was not expecting the same slender hand to bypass his front pocket entirely and close around the bulge behind his zipper instead. A rush of air flew from his lungs on a gasp and he jolted forward, bracing one hand on the side of the car as Remus laughed low right next to his ear. “There?” he asked with a cheeky smile, running his thumb along the side of Sirius’ shaft until his knees felt like Jell-O.

“Car,” was all he could manage to answer, pushing his hips further into the sweet friction.

Teeth scraped the lobe of his ear and he swallowed hard. “Keys are in your pocket, right?”

“Mhmm.”

A high sound escaped when Remus’ fingers, warm from the front of Sirius’ pants but just cold enough to shock him a bit, slid beneath the waistband of his boxers and over the tip of his dick. His mouth was hanging open and there was nothing he could even think to do about it. Remus’ smile was palpable against his skin. “How about there?”

“Mon dieu,” he said through numb lips. His abdomen seized as the hand began moving up and down in steady motions, blurring the sound of the ocean; more cold air blew up his back on the next blast of wind and he nuzzled into Remus’ soft neck for warmth. “Inside?”

“But the water’s so pretty,” Remus said with false innocence, swiping one wet thumb along the sensitive underside of his shaft. Sirius’ daydreams of taking the bubblegum right out of his mouth and bending him over the hood then and there were flying out the window with increasing velocity; he wanted the car to drip with the humidity of their heavy breathing.

“Inside,” he said, mustering every bit of firm ‘captain voice’ he could scrounge up.

Remus pulled back enough to raise an eyebrow, and slowly, very slowly, blew another bubble. It popped right in front of his nose. “What if I wanna stay here?”

Sirius tilted his chin up and kissed him hard, feeling Remus’ harsh intake of breath all the way down to his toes. It was a game of push-and-pull with them; one minute, Remus would practically have him on his knees with a single touch, and the next, Sirius could get him panting like that with a few swipes of his tongue. He straightened up and pulled a tissue out of his pocket, then spat the piece of gum into it and curled his hands around the fleece lining at the front of Remus’ jacket. “Car, mon loup.”

“That was smooth,” Remus laughed as he took the keys from Sirius’ pocket and unlocked the car. He reached for the driver’s side, but Sirius took him by the hips and moved him to the backseat with a playful push to the small of his back.

“You didn’t see anyone around here, right?” he asked as Remus laid across the back and made grabby hands toward him. After one more cursory glance around to make sure absolutely no one was near them, he ducked inside as well and closed the door behind him. His pulse picked up with the spark of danger and whatever they would do next—Remus’ expression gave nothing away.

His mouth still tasted like bubblegum when Sirius kissed him.

“What do you want?” he murmured, sneaking his hands up the front of Remus’ shirt to skim his nipples before pulling away to remove his jacket.

A shiver ran through him and he tightened his thighs around Sirius’ waist. “Whatever happens, happens,” was the thrilling answer as he sucked a mark in the soft spot under Sirius’ jaw. He thanked every lucky star that he remembered to shave that morning.

“Take your shirt off.”

Remus gave him a significant up and down look as he sat up and pulled it over his head; he shoved it into the passenger seat blindly before settling back against the door to watch Sirius discard his own with a gleam in his eye. “I feel about seventeen right now.”

“You take all the boys to the beach to make out in a car?” he teased as he leaned back in and pressed their chests together, feeling Remus’ pounding heart under his own.

“Oh, always,” Remus said with a grin on his face and a nip to Sirius’ lip.

He ran a thumb down the column of Remus’ throat and opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, relishing the little gasp it brought out. But he couldn’t hold down the laugh building in his lungs, and within moments it jostled free as Remus’ hand moved up his spine with steady pressure.

“What?”

“You taste like candy, mon amour,” he said with a smile as he kissed both small peaks of his upper lip. “So sweet. This feels very ‘movie prom night’, though.”

“It is very ‘movie prom night’,” Remus agreed. “What was the theme?”

“Enchantment Under the Sea.” Sirius tilted his head toward the beach outside with a snort. “What else?”

“You—” Remus broke off into laughter, resting his forehead on Sirius’ collarbone as his hands smoothed up his ribs. “I should never have showed you that movie.”

“Gonna get me a boutonniere, Loops?” He swooped back in for a kiss and tucked his knees up to straddle Remus’ hips. “We could have matching ties. Very classy.”

“I exclusively owned jeans and hoodies in high school, but we can give it a shot,” Remus said with a playful smack to his ass that sent fireworks all the way up to his ears. “Come on, baby, you’d better hustle up and get these off unless you want the real high school experience of making out and getting caught by a park ranger.”

Sirius kissed the high of his cheekbone. “I thought I was giving the orders around here?”

“In your dreams.”

“You’re a real brat when you want to be,” he informed Remus as he did his best not to whack his head on the roof of the car while shuffling out of his jeans and underwear. The suppressed laughter in his voice diminished the intent by more than he cared to admit.

Remus raised his eyebrows with a scoff as he kicked his pants and boxers away, almost driving a knee into the meat of Sirius’ thigh. “You call that being bratty?”

“It is when I’m in charge.”

“You’re not in charge.”

“No?”

Remus grabbed him by the hips and pulled him down; Sirius could feel his hardness pressing against his ass. It was becoming more difficult by the moment to keep his amusement from turning into sheer need.

“You’re a little in charge,” he amended, rocking back just to see Remus’ throat bob. “That’s what you get for coming straight out of a movie poster.”

“A movie poster?” Remus’ grin was lopsided and disbelieving as he shook his head and dug through their center console. “No way.”

“Yes, way,” Sirius insisted, scooting further up his body so his knees wouldn’t slide completely off the seat. It was comically cramped for two adult men to literally be on top of each other—it didn’t help that they were both professional athletes whose job required them to be more muscular than the average person. But that does have its perks, he thought as the calluses of Remus’ lube-slick fingers dissolved all rational thoughts as they circled his entrance.

“I don’t remember this in Sixteen Candles.”

“Not enough gay people,” he panted, his eyes falling shut in bliss when the first digit pressed in; Remus’ answering laugh made his finger twitch and Sirius’ breath caught. “Fuck, more.”

“Maybe it was in Pretty in Pink,” Remus mused while a second finger pushed in along the first and stole Sirius’ breath. “Never did see that one.”

Sirius felt a bead of sweat roll down the back of his neck as Remus barely gave him time to recover before adding a third and bent to kiss him; the buzzing in his ears and the tingling in his thighs made it hard to do much more than breathe into each others’ mouths. “You need to chew gum every fucking day,” he groaned with a squeeze of Remus’ shoulders. The windows were already fogging up and he pressed one palm against the glass for leverage as the fingers slipped out.

“Why?”

“You taste amazing.”

“Are you—” Remus met him kiss for kiss in the middle, bringing his dry hand up to tangle in Sirius’ hair. “Are you saying I have bad breath?”

Sirius didn’t bother with words; he put his other hand on Remus’ chest and sank down into his lap, thighs already shaking a little from the stretch. “I’m saying you taste just as sweet as you are,” he said with a smirk, quite proud of himself for rendering that awed expression on Remus’ face. His pupils were blown wide as he glanced between Sirius’ spread thighs and his face, and his cheeks were reddening by the second.

Sirius rolled his hips and drew a moan out—Remus reached up to push against the roof of the car for extra leverage and bucked his hips up, tilting Sirius forward enough that his elbow buckled. “Oh, god,” Remus said breathlessly, letting his head fall back against the window. “Shit, baby.”

“Good?” He nodded, mute, and Sirius let pride fill him up from the inside as he rose up and down, up and down in time with each pulse of his heart. The seat was growing slick with sweat; it squeaked and creaked under them in a way that should have made him double over laughing, but he was too preoccupied with the rhythm they were building to pay close attention.

Remus whimpered when he sat down hard and circled his hips, feeling their skin slide together, warm against warm. “Jesus, Sirius,” he said through gritted teeth, turning pleading eyes on him. Sirius’ palm slipped off the dripping window and he closed it over the back of Remus’ neck; his jaw went slack at the sudden temperature change.

“Touch me,” Sirius said, bouncing hard and fast as he shoved his hair out of his eyes. Remus bit down hard on his lip as he wrapped one hand around Sirius’ shaft and kept the other on his hip, squeezing and pulling in equal shares. Pleasure spiked in Sirius’ gut—he let his head fall back and slowed to a stop for a moment to catch his breath, reveling the whine he received in response. “Two seconds.”

His only warning was a huff of frustration before Remus sat up further against the door and grabbed his waist, then began moving his hips for him. Biceps, said Sirius’ ever-eloquent train of thought as his own got some relief. Biceps and abs.

He bent forward to litter Remus’ neck with affection and felt his legs begin to tremble as the head of his dick rubbed over his prostate on each downstroke, reduced to a rubbery mess of limbs and want want want as he tried to keep up. The control he had gained in the minutes it took Remus to adjust were quickly fleeing him; he gave it all up willingly and splayed both hands over the backseat window, uncaring of the move-magic handprints that would certainly be left behind as he moaned.

“Come on, baby,” Remus panted, leaving a sloppy kiss on the crook of his elbow. “Come on, you’re so close.”

Sirius whined his agreement as the smack of their thighs meeting filled his ears. He collapsed even further into Remus’ chest, arching to get a better angle at the change and seizing up when— “There, mon coeur, s’il vous plait, je—need it, need it.”

“Okay.” Remus’ breath was hot in the humid air as he wrapped one arm around Sirius’ back and began stroking him in time with each drop of his hips. “Okay, love, shh, I’ve got you.”

A strangled noise was muffled in his shoulder as white-hot heat washed over Sirius; his leg jerked outward and slid right off the seat of the car while one hand slammed into the cross-section beside the window. His toes curled as he rode it out, breathing open-mouthed against Remus’ sweaty collarbone until he felt a thigh collide with his ass and Remus’ chest knock against his own with a breathless sound.

“Oh, god,” Remus said shakily, clutching Sirius’ shoulder blades. His voice cracked and Sirius whined as the hand around his too-sensitive shaft disappeared. “Sirius—Sirius—”

And the car was quiet, save for their heavy breathing and the protests of the seat covers as Sirius tried to drag his knee back up into the limited space. “Leg,” he mumbled, shoving Remus’ knee over an inch to make room while he sat up and off him. It was only then that he realized just how sticky, sweaty, and damp he was. They both were. Everything was. “Window?”

Remus cracked one eye open to give him a once-over, ignoring the streaks of both their cum on his stomach. “We’re naked.”

“I’m suffocating.”

“It’s a public beach.”

Sirius made sure to hold his gaze as he reached over and pressed the window button down. To his credit, Remus didn’t even try and stop him. They both sighed as cool air washed through and swept away the hazy steam.

“I take it back.” Remus shifted so his head was halfway out the window and shut his eyes again. “Good call. Verygood call.”

Sirius looked down at their tangled legs and frowned. It had been easy enough to get their pants off when they were dry and significantly less shaky than he currently felt, but it seemed rather impossible to get them back on in their cramped state. “How are we going to get out of here?”

“Considering I have no bones at the moment,” Remus said with a light laugh, rubbing his palms along Sirius’ chest before pulling him down for a snuggle by the shoulders. Sirius grimaced for a moment at the tacky slide on his skin, then gave up on dreams of being sanitary ad settled for comfort instead. “That’s a problem for another time. I need to invest in bubblegum.”

“Oui, you do.” He scooted forward on his elbows to lay fully across Remus’ body and let one foot hang in the well behind the driver’s seat. “It makes your mouth look like sin.”

“In a good way?”

“Very, very good.” Sirius yawned. A two-hour drive to the seaside plus strenuous physical activity had certainly warranted a half-hour nap. “We also need to clean the car when we get home. And ourselves.”

“I’d suggest skinny dipping, but it’s salt water and, again, a public beach.”

“An empty public beach.”

Remus made a noncommittal noise somewhere in his chest. “There’s a kid and their grown-up about 200 yards down the beach. They won’t be able to see in unless they climb the bulkhead and come around, though.”

“D’accord.” He moved the pad of his thumb in an arc over a pink patch on Remus’ arm, near where the muscle had flexed as he hauled Sirius up and down on his lap. “If they see the windows, they’ll assume we’re stupid teenagers making out.”

A few comfortable beats of silence passed as Remus twirled a strand of his hair. “I wish I knew you when we were stupid teenagers.”

“We can do it now,” Sirius said quietly, leaning up for a slow kiss. “Be stupid and reckless together. It’ll be even better than it would have been then.”

Remus’ eyes were soft as he kissed Sirius’ forehead, then his temple, before settling back into the open window to let the wind dry their sweat. “So much better,” he sighed. “It’s always better with you.”

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harleybarley7 · 4 years ago

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You write Moody so well! I would love to see something where Moody and Remus talk for the first time after Coops was outed. Whether it happens after the meeting Coops had with Arthur and Alice or after the all star break. I feel like they have such a good relationship!

Thanks! This was partially inspired by watching The Karate Kid (1984) last night, so I hope y'all are ready for some mentor hurt/ comfort this fine Sunday! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove

TW for mentioned forced outing

Remus was almost done. He only had a few more drawers to clean out. The whiteboards were as squeaky and shiny as the day he arrived; the desk had a few more dents and coffee stains decorating the surface, but overall it looked decent. He still couldn’t bring himself to take the pictures off, though. It was his life. His friends. He just couldn’t do it.

The sleeve of his ancient Wisconsin hoodie was still damp when he smudged it under his runny nose. No tears had fallen, but he could feel the maelstrom gathering in his throat. Everything he had worked for, gone because of one stupid mistake.

Not Sirius, of course. Sirius would never be a mistake. It was Remus’ fault they had been caught in the first place.

He stared around his office in misery—no official notice of his layoff had arrived, but he knew it would come, and it was always better to be prepared. Maybe it would hurt less if he did it himself, one final ‘fuck you’ to the homophobes before he trooped off with his tail between his legs.

The tiles were cold through the seat of his comfiest jeans. He tucked his knees closer to his chest.

A quiet knock at the door interrupted the suffocating silence. He didn’t answer.

“Kid?”

Remus’ lower lip wobbled and he croaked out a ‘come in’ with as much strength as he could muster; it wasn’t much. The door opened with a creak—he had never gotten around to having it fixed, after all—and uneven footsteps shuffled in, followed by a sigh as his visitor settled next to him on the floor.

“You have a chair, you know.”

“I know,” he whispered.

“Not all of us have young knees. Doesn’t your ass hurt?”

Remus nodded.

Moody huffed through his nose and hoisted him up by the arm. “Well Christ, kid, up you come. You’re awfully dense for a beanpole. What, you got concrete for bones or something?”

“No,” Remus mumbled as he followed Moody across the hall and allowed himself to be plonked down in the soft chair by the door. It was his favorite of both their offices; as far as he knew, Moody never let anyone else sit there. His chest seized as a sob tried to fight its way out. “I’m sorry.”

Moody shot him a look at he got comfortable in the adjacent seat. “For what?”

“I dunno.”

“I don’t like useless apologies, Lupin.”

Remus sniffled. “I should’ve told you.”

“Says who?” Moody snorted. “Your business is your business. You’re a bright young man, none of this is your f—oh. Okay, Lupin, easy does it.”

“I’m sorry,” Remus blubbered as the tears finally started to fall. “I’m sorry, I know you don’t like crying, but I’m kind of a wreck right now.”

Moody made a few soft shushing noises, inching closer until he could wrap an arm around Remus’ shoulders and pat his arm like he was trying to soothe a frightened dog. “Don’t be sorry,” he said. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”

The sobs were near-silent; Remus never cried loudly if he could help it, and he already felt bad enough for dripping his perpetual raincloud all over Moody’s office. He caught his breath after a few hitching inhales and scrubbed at his face with his sleeve. “Are you mad at me?”

“No.”

“Really?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Remus pulled his knees up again and hugged them tight to his chest. “I haven’t called my parents yet.”

“Did they know?”

His heart gave another painful yank. “Nobody knew. Nobody. And—and now it’s everywhere and people won’t leave me alone and I’m gonna get fired—”

“Woah, deep breaths,” Moody interrupted gently, giving him a little shake. “You’re not getting fired.”

“Yes, I am.” Everything felt gross and cold and sad.

“Who told you that?”

“Coach said it might happen ‘cause I’m a doctor.”

Moody scanned his face for a moment, then reached over and grabbed a box of tissues off his desk. “First of all, take some of these. You look like a mud puddle, Lupin. It’s very unsettling. Second, this is a complicated situation and I wouldn’t be too quick to make assumptions. And third, I’ll go to bat for you.”

He paused midway through blowing his nose. “What?”

“You’re a good man. An excellent PT. The best colleague I’ve ever had, actually. You know your shit and if they try to fire you over this, I’m not going to make it easy for them.”

More tears threatened to fall over the edge of his itchy eyes. “You’d do that for me?”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Moody grumbled.

“He hasn’t called.”

“Who?”

“Sirius.” Remus swallowed hard and, before he could second guess himself, leaned his head on Moody’s solid shoulder. “I’ve called him 23 times and he hasn’t answered a single one. He just…left. Didn’t even look at me.”

“He’s making a mistake.”

“I ruined his life.”

“Hey.” Moody’s tone turned stern. “You don’t get to talk shit about yourself in my office. This is a Lupin Appreciation Zone.”

Remus’ shoulders shook and he closed his eyes; he wished he could just dissolve into the floor and stay there until someone mopped him up. Everything hurt. The world sucked. Moody—

Moody was petting his hair.

The tears stopped abruptly and Remus hiccupped in pure confusion. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m bad at comfort, kid, gimme a break.” The sat in silence for a few seconds as Moody continued to pat his head and muss his hair, which was in dire need of a cut but just long enough to cover his eyes when it was pushed forward. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah, actually. How did you…?”

Something akin to embarrassment tinted Moody’s cheeks and he cleared his throat. “My cat hates thunderstorms.”

“Oh. Cool. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Thanks,” Remus said again, much quieter. Moody’s office always felt safe; all the clutter was in its proper place, clean and homey. The touch of familiarity was more of a comfort than he cared to admit. He sat up straight and wiped his face clean, then leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “If I do get fired—”

“You won’t.”

“If I do, I wanted to say thank you for changing my life.” The words hung in the air. “You—without you, I would never have felt at home here. You were the best mentor I could ever ask for and I’m never going to forget that. You did more than just teaching me routines. Thank you.”

Moody cleared his throat again. “Tissues.”

Remus silently passed the box.

“If anyone gives you shit for being gay, you call me and I’ll take care of it,” Moody said once the tissue had disappeared into the depths of his pocket.

Remis blinked at him. “Are you offering to hurt someone for me?”

“I’ll deny it in court.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he laughed. “Fuckin’ hell, this is a mess. I’m a mess.”

“You just got outed and your boyfriend ditched you in an airport,” Moody said bluntly, fixing Remus with a look. “You’re allowed to be a mess. Now go talk to Lily. Call your mom. Do whatever you do that makes you so sunshiney, and then we’re gonna unpack all your shit and put it back where it belongs.”

Remus swallowed hard. Fuck it. Fuck the NHL, fuck the homophobes, and fuck being sad.

Moody narrowed his eyes. “You want to use the kicking bag, don’t you?”

“I really, really do.”

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“Stupid—fucking—son of a bitch!” Remus gritted out as the beat-up and half-folded gym mat squeaked under his assault. It was two inches of plastic and therapy—he was 90% sure Moody had stolen it from a middle school gym, and it had rapidly become the team’s favorite way of winding down after a frustrating day.

“Harder!” Moody barked behind him.

Remus wound up and slammed his foot into it again. “I worked too damn hard to be kicked out for this bullshit!”

“Damn right you did!”

The kicking bag creased in the center. “And I’ve got too much student debt to walk out of here like—like a coward!”

“Yes, you do!”

His grief had burnt off at least five minutes prior. Remus was well and truly pissed now. “And it’s nobody’s goddamn business who I kiss!”

“That’s the spirit!” Moody cheered.

“And maybe his face is stupidly pretty!” Remus threw his shoulder against the mat before he resumed kicking it. “And, yeah, he has really nice shoulders and a great ass—”

“Lupin—”

“But fuck him for leaving me in an airport! What kind of douchebag does that to a guy? I’m hot and smart and nice and I can date whoever the hell I want if he doesn’t appreciate that!”

“That’s certainly one approach!”

Remus stopped with a harsh exhale and dropped one last halfhearted kick to the base. “I don’t want anyone else, though. And I miss his stupid pretty face.”

A hand, heavy but gentle, squeezed his shoulder. “Then go get him.”

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Things You Cross Out

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28365159

Sirius isn't straight, but he's also not gay. He doesn't seem to like people the way everyone else likes people.

He feels broken. Maybe he is. But he probably isn't.

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50 Dialogue Prompts

“It’s really not that complicated.”

“Close the door.”

“It’s three in the morning.”

“I should have told you a long time ago.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“You have to leave right now.”

“Just trust me.”

“I’ve been waiting a long time.”

“You’re in love with her.”

“Come here.”

“We could get arrested for this.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Was that supposed to hurt?”

“I can explain.”

“Love is overrated.”

“Watch me.”

“I’ve missed this.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“We have to be quiet.”

“You’re trembling.”

“I want an answer, goddammit!”

“It was you the whole time.”

“Tell me again.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t see me.”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

“You could have died.”

“Prove it.”

“I might never get another chance to say this.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Lie to me then.”

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

“We need to talk about what happened last night.”

“I never stood a chance, did I?”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“I’m only here to establish an alibi.”

“Are you drunk?”

“I still remember the way you taste.”

“How much of that did you hear?”

“What happens if I do this?”

“Why are you whispering?”

“You make me want things I can’t have.”

“I don’t want to screw this up.”

“People are staring.”

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Wisdom With Age

Follow-up to Leo getting his wisdom teeth out: it’s Loops’ turn! Hope you enjoy :) Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for dental work, wisdom teeth removal, anesthesia, and surgery (mentioned)

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OHHHH WE NED SOME OREO SMUT!!! PLLLEEEEAAASSEEEE !!!!

Anon 1: Could u do Cap fucking Loops? Pretty pls with a cherry on top! 🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒

Anon 2: Pls do one with Regulus walking in on coops lmao

Ask and ye shall receive! We haven’t done smut in a while...

Side note: I LOVE the term Oreo smut and would like to clarify for folks that this is the evening/ night after Jules left in the babysitting fics series! Coops certainly earned their Oreos! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for smut, praise kink, showering together

They barely made it to the couch. Remus’ mind was too foggy already to even consider the living room windows—he whined when Sirius broke away to reach up and close the blinds, and pinned his shoulders back down as soon as the sunlight dimmed. “Come on, come here,” he panted between biting kisses, cupping Sirius’ jaw in his hands and grinding down until he made him moan. “There you are.”

“God—fuck—Re, I want you.” Sirius’ hands pressed hard into the muscle of his back and he shivered as a wave of tingles washed over him. Three weeks and they had only managed a single rushed blowjob before their game. It was a miracle neither of them had popped a blood vessel.

“Lube’s upstairs.” Remus hitched the hem of Sirius’ shirt up and threw it to the side, immediately running his palms down the warm, smooth skin. He bent down to bite along Sirius’ collarbone.

“Off, off.” Sirius had his shirt halfway over his head before Remus could blink and he reached back to tug it away, drawing a harsh exhale from Sirius’ chest.

“What?”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” A broad hand closed around the back of his neck and pulled him back down as Sirius wrapped his other arm around his waist and rolled his hips, making them both gasp. “Sweetheart, please.”

The nickname raised a million goosebumps across his whole body and he nodded, fumbling Sirius’ belt off before attempting to get his button undone with clumsy fingers. “I’m so horny I can barely think right now, holy fuck.”

Finally, the button came free, and he yanked Sirius’ jeans down his thighs as two warm palms slid down the back of his pants to cup his ass. “I missed you.”

“That’s so not fair.” His grip tightened and Remus arched into the feeling; the front of Sirius’ boxers was already turning dark with his arousal and the clear outline of his dick pressed against the tight fabric. “I love you so fucking—”

The front door flew open and someone stumbled in. “Am I late—oh, shit!”

All three of them shouted in alarm; in a flash, Remus was on the floor, disoriented and wincing as his tailbone smarted with pain. “Regulus, fuck off!” Sirius spluttered as he held the knit blanket over his entire front.

“What the hell are you doing here? Close the fucking door!”

“Sorry, sorry.” Regulus didn’t take his hand off his eyes as he stumbled backward and shut the front door. “I promised I’d say goodbye to Jules, but my interview ran long and—”

“Get out!” Sirius and Remus shouted at the same time.

“Sorry!” He blindly felt for the doorknob and ended up bumping into the end table, which he apologized to as well.

With an infuriated huff, Sirius stood up and grabbed the back of Regulus’ shirt collar, wrenching the door open and carefully guiding him onto the porch without showing the entire neighborhood his underwear. “I love you, Reg, but I’m confiscating your key if you don’t learn how to knock.”

“I did knock!”

“Knock louder!”

“Jules already left, I assume?”

Sirius closed the door and locked it. “Uncover your eyes before you walk down the steps, they’re slippery!” he called through the wood.

“Thanks!” came Regulus’ muffled reply.

Sirius trudged back to the couch and flopped facedown into the pillows with a groan. “I love you, but I’m going to murder your little brother,” Remus said from the floor as he stared at the ceiling.

“Be my guest.”

“Are you still horny? Please tell me you’re still horny.”

Instead of responding, Sirius stood up and grabbed Remus’ hand, hauling him upright into a bruising kiss that turned his knees to jelly. “Upstairs. Right now.”

Remus stuck his lower lip out and rubbed his tailbone. “My ass hurts.”

“I can fix that.” Sirius reached down and swept him off his feet into a cradlehold. “Voila.”

“Careful, I might get used to this,” Remus teased, draping his arms around Sirius’ shoulders and leaving lovebites on his neck as he walked up the stairs; they both winced when his shin hit the bannister and Sirius carefully maneuvered them through the bedroom door before dropping Remus unceremoniously on the bed.

“Distracting me while I’m carrying you up a staircase may not have been the best idea, mon coeur,” he said as he pressed his mouth to Remus’ sternum and worked his pants down his legs.

Remus smiled and stretched his arms over his head. “I’ve got faith in you.”

“For someone who was just scolding me for fairness—” A quick squeeze of his hipbones made him gasp. “—I would hope you’d be less hypocritical.”

“Lucky for me you like it, hmm?”

“I guess so.” Warm weight pressed Remus into the sheets as Sirius finally reached his face, pulling him closer until their noses bumped. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“How’s your ass?”

Remus shrugged. “I mean, nowhere near as great as yours, but—”

“I meant are you okay?” Sirius laughed, pinching his ribs lightly. “You hit the floor pretty hard.”

“I’ll live,” Remus assured him with a brief kiss, licking into his mouth a bit. “Now hurry up, handsome.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows and propped himself on his elbows, just out of kissing range. “Hurry up? After three weeks of chastity? Hell no, sweetheart, I’m taking my time with you.”

A thrill raced through Remus’ belly and he ran his hands down Sirius’ sides. “Okay.”

“Yeah, you like the sound of that.” He grinned, leaning down to suck a hickey on the hinge of his jaw. “Want me to take my time? Go nice and slow?”

Remus angled his chin upward, but Sirius pulled away and he made a grumpy noise. “Not that slow.”

“Turn over.”

Captain voice!!! A small portion of his brain began throwing confetti and whooping, and he slowly turned onto his stomach, pillowing his head on his arms. Sirius waited there for a moment, straddling Remus’ waist and tracing patterns over his back; can’t make it too easy for him, he thought as he ground his hips upward.

Sirius smacked his thigh lightly. “Hey.”

“What?”

“You know what you did.”

“Do I?” Remus craned his neck to look over his shoulder and Sirius rolled his eyes.

“You always know what you’re doing. Are you going to be a brat today?”

Remus quirked an eyebrow. “Maybe I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

His gaze darkened into tarnished silver and he snapped the band of Remus’ briefs before sliding them off and dragging open kisses down his spine, vanishing from his sightline. Remus gasped as his hand dug into one side of his ass and his teeth sank into the other. “You’ve got a bruise on your tailbone.”

“Sirius,” he warned.

“I know.” The light bite turned into a gentle kiss. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t. Just relax.”

Relax. I can do that. Remus settled his shoulders back into the pillow and exhaled slowly as Sirius littered his back with kisses and small bites, rubbing his thumbs in the divots on his lower back. “We haven’t been like this in a while,” he murmured, closing his eyes.

He felt Sirius smile against his shoulder blade. “We haven’t. I still want to see you, though.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Good boy.” The unexpected praise sent a jolt down Remus’ entire body and he shuddered; Sirius’ chest hitched. “That was fun.”

Remus definitely did not whine, and anyone who tried to claim otherwise had no proof. “Come on, baby.”

“I’m savoring the moment, sweetheart,” Sirius said with a smile in his voice as his breath ghosted past Remus’ ear and made his eyes fall shut. “Are you going to melt on me that quick?”

“I might.”

“Then turn over, I want to see how pretty you are.”

“I love it when you call me pretty,” Remus sighed, stretching his back as he rolled over again. His knees bracketed Sirius’ hips and he gave him a playful squeeze. “Nobody else has done that before.”

“Then everybody else is missing out.” Sirius took a deep breath as Remus drummed his fingers on his ribs and ran a palm down to slip under the elastic waistband of his underwear.

“These have been on too long. Off.”

Sirius gave him a look, but removed them all the same. “Who’s in charge here again?”

“I guess we’ll have to find out.” From the look in his eye, Remus could tell Sirius knew he was messing with him. He pushed upward in challenge, as if he was going to flip their positions, and Sirius firmly pressed his hip back down.

“It’s me.”

“Yes, Captain.” Remus bit his lower lip and saw Sirius’ eyes track the movement with a steady stare.

“You have done so much these past couple weeks while your family was here,” he said while he retrieved the lube from their nightstand. “And you were amazing with Jules, as always.”

Remus reached up and tucked a stray curl into its proper place. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Maybe. But right now, your only job is to lay there and relax, alright?”

“So I get to be a pillow princess tonight?” he laughed.

“A pillow prince,” Sirius corrected as a grin tugged at the side of his mouth. “A pillow lord. I’ll get you a crown if you want one.”

“But I like doing things for you.” Remus ran his thumb under Sirius’ eye, and he leaned into the touch, kissing his wrist. “And doing things to you.”

Sirius hummed in thought, settling onto his elbows as he uncapped the lube. “Let me rephrase, then. Your only job is to lay there and take it like a good boy for me. Think you can manage that?”

Remus tilted his head back and swallowed down a moan. “Yes.”

“You don’t have to be quiet for me,” he said, making his way down the column of Remus’ throat; his hands gently guided Remus’ thighs apart and first finger slid in after a moment of resistance. Teeth scraped against the long scar on his shoulder. “Just like that, sweetheart, you’re doing so well.”

“Yeah?” Remus breathed.

“Yeah. You can get a little melty if you want, I don’t mind.” Sirius moved his finger slowly, crooking it only once before resuming his steady presses. Remus almost missed the second and pushed back into it with a low noise of approval. The heavy warmth faded from his torso and neck as Sirius sat up—one of his palms wrapped partway around Remus’ thigh, pushing it back toward his chest and using his side as a brace to keep it there.

Remus’ eyes flashed open and he gasped; his hand flew over his head to grab the headboard as his other twisted in the sheets at the new angle. Sirius added a third finger and, after a minute of adjustment, began prepping him in earnest. “Fuck, that’s good,” Remus groaned, pushing back onto his fingers.

“Easy, sweetheart, no need to rush.”

“But I want to.” Remus pried his fingers off the headboard and pulled on Sirius’ shoulder. “Come on, fuck me already.”

“Not with that attitude.”

“Please, baby?” He made eye contact with Sirius and pouted his lower lip a bit; not enough to be true puppy eyes, but just on the right side of needy that it would catch his attention.

“You’re adorable.”

“And you’re drop-dead gorgeous.” A lazy smile spread across his face when Sirius hit his sweet spot and he arched into it, pressing his knee into the side of Sirius’ ribs. Thank god for flexibility, he thought. “Yeah, like that.”

“Like that?” Sirius pushed a little higher and Remus’ jaw went slack with a huff. He nodded, feeling desperation seep in, and Sirius’ lips twitched up. “Ready?”

“Been ready for fifteen minutes, but—oh.” Remus gripped Sirius’ forearms as he began to push in; between the lube and his special talent that still drove Remus half out of his mind, the glide was smooth. “Oh, fuck, I missed this.”

“Remember to breathe, mon coeur.” Sirius’ voice sounded tight and Remus took a shaky breath that turned into a whimper when he pulled out again.

“Wait, no, come back.”

Sirius laughed, a little strained as he dropped to his elbows and pressed their foreheads together. Remus wove his hands in the soft locks on pure reflex. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“It’s so good with you every time.” The last few words came on a punched-out exhale as Sirius’ dick grazed his prostate; his leg spasmed at the feeling and he wrapped it around Sirius’ mid-back, doing his best to keep the other from sliding up as well.

“Are you sure?”

“Every time,” Remus said, firmer. “Every time, because it’s you oh my god keep doing that.”

“This?” Sirius pressed the pads of his fingers into the muscle of Remus’ lower back and ground into him, pulling a soft cry from his throat. “Good job. And you kept your leg up, too?” Remus nodded, breathless. “You’re doing so well. Remember, sweetheart, all you have to do is take it. That’s it.”

“Useful,” Remus panted. “Wanna be—wanna be good for you.”

“You don’t have to be useful to be good for me,” Sirius said softly, guiding one of his hands out of his hair to kiss his pulse point. “I always think you’re good.”

Remus gave him a playfully skeptical look. “Always?”

“Most of the time.” Sirius smiled and laced their fingers together, pressing his hand into the mattress by his head. “But you do that on purpose.”

“Looks like you’ve got me figured out.” He turned his head to the side as the next thrust made his vision speckle with black. “Need to get some new tricks.”

“Hmm.”

The pressure on his palm increased as Sirius transferred his weight and wrapped his hand around Remus’ shaft, giving him a quick tug that drew a strangled noise of surprise form him. His straight leg kicked out and nearly connected with Sirius’ ankle. “Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to.”

“It’s alright, I know you didn’t.” How the fuck does he keep his voice so even? Remus shuddered and squeezed Sirius’ waist between his thighs. “God, you’re strong now.”

“ ‘m I hurting you?”

“Nope.” Sirius kissed him, gentle in contrast to literally everything else he was doing that made the bed creak and Remus unravel. “I like it. I love you.”

The words made Remus feel all syrupy, like molasses replaced the blood in his veins. “I love you, too.”

“We’re getting married in five months, sweetheart.” Sirius mouthed along his neck and jaw, paying special attention to the edges of his scars and the freckles that had mostly faded throughout the winter. “Do you know what the best part of that is?”

“Huh?”

“I’ll get to tell everyone how amazing my husband is. How pretty, and strong, and talented, and wonderful.” Remus’ chest prickled with a blush and Sirius shushed him softly, skimming his thumb over the crown of his dick until he whined. “It’s the truth, mon coeur. You always get so flustered, it’s so cute.”

“Sirius—Sirius, baby, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.” Remus gripped his hand and slid his thigh along his side, unable to stop the trembling in his torso. Sirius’ hand was tight and quick around him and the pressure—fuck, the pressure—was deep enough that Remus could practically feel it in his throat. “Sirius, Sirius, please.”

“Any time you want, Re,” Sirius said, though his voice had become breathier. “Any time. You deserve it.”

Remus came with a gasping moan, pressing the side of his face into the pillows and flexing his fingers around Sirius’ as he arched his back. Sirius stroked him through it like the absolute sweetheart he was, and after taking a moment to collect his scattered thoughts, Remus pushed him onto his back.

His hip was a bit sore from holding his leg up for so long, but not so sore that he couldn’t ride out the aftershocks and bring Sirius over the edge as well. He ground down slowly, bringing one of Sirius’ hands up to kiss his wrist between heavy breaths. “You with me yet?” he asked into the sweat-salted skin. He pulled off his dick and laid on top of Sirius’ chest, running a hand through his hair.

Sirius muttered something unintelligible and draped his arms over Remus’ back, pulling him close enough to hug. “We rocked parenting this week,” he said after a few heartbeats of comfortable quiet.

“Damn right we did.”

“We totally deserved the last…” He cracked an eye open to glance at the bedside clock. “Hour of activity.”

“Except Regulus.”

“Except fucking Regulus, mon dieu,” Sirius laughed. “I really am going to take away his house key.”

“I think he’s going to need therapy,” Remus snorted and tossed the lube into the drawer again.

“He didn’t see anything terrible, it’s fine.” Sirius closed his eyes with a smile and tucked his face into Remus’ neck. “Hmmm, goodnight.”

“Oh, no, no, no, we’re showering.” A truly spectacular pout made him laugh. “At least, I’m showering, and you’re welcome to join me.”

The pout disappeared into a puppylike grin and Remus clambered out of bed, pulling his ridiculous fiancé along by the hand as they stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the water.

“We’ll need to buy more lube soon. We’re almost out,” Sirius said, snagging Remus’ shampoo off the bathtub ledge.

“You know that’s mine, right?”

“Yup. Turn around.”

“Every now and then I get a little bit nervous, that the best of all the years have gone by,” Remus sang under his breath as Sirius’ carefully ran a hand through his hair.

“Turn around.”

“Every now and then I get a little bit terrified, and then I see the look in your eyes!”

“Turn around!”

“Every now and then I fall apart!” they half-sang, half-shouted together.

Remus closed his eyes as shampoo began running down his forehead. “And I need you here tonight!” he belted with far more drama than strictly necessary. “And I need you more than ever!”

“And if you only hold me forever…?” Sirius trailed off slightly.

“It’s ‘and if you only hold me tight’,” Remus said, mock-exasperated. “God, Sirius, it’s like you don’t even want to be Bonnie Tyler.”

“My bad,” he laughed, kissing the back of Remus’ shoulder. “Ugh, I got soap in my mouth.”

“Thanks for washing my hair.”

“Thanks for correcting my lyrics.”

“Anything for you, love.” Remus leaned in for a kiss, making sure to keep his face out of the shower spray. He was pleasantly sore and absolutely exhausted—a good night’s sleep sounded like well-deserved perfection right about now.

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