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Sirius lay on his crimson four poster bed, lazily flipping through James’ copy of the daily prophet, the quidditch section had mysteriously disappeared and he was finding the rest rather boring. It was the beginning of summer and it was roasting. Most of Hogwarts students were spending the warm Saturday afternoon out roaming the castle grounds in the sun. Sirius had already spent far too long in the sun, as he now dawned a pink face.
He had been under strict orders from Nurse J. Potter to remain indoors for the rest of the afternoon or he’d be off the Quidditch team, a very intense threat for a very minor task.
Sirius was not happy about this.
As boring as spending time indoors on such a lovely day was, Sirius honestly found it quite calming. There was almost complete silence through out the dorm, save for the low thrum of running water and the occasional bird heard from the open window, still, it was rare there was silence in that room when a marauder was present.
Sirius huffed, truly bored reading about the highs and lows of the wand making market and the intricate and intense work it took to become a successful wand maker, and flung the paper back over to James’ unmade bed.
He flopped back down on his back and lifted his hand to rest over his eyes. His sunburn was starting to give him a headache. It didn’t help that it was awfully hot in the dorm, he’d already been forced to strip down to a t-shirt and a pair of boxers.
Just as he let out another long sigh of frustration and boredom, the bathroom door opened.
Sirius moved his arm under his head, propping himself up slightly to get a better view. His eyes almost popped out of his head when he’d looked up.
There was Remus bloody Lupin, the whole whopping 6 foot of him, with a towel hanging around his waist, completely bare chested. The same Remus Lupin who’d change in the bathroom or behind the curtains of his bed and would keep his t shirt on at the lake, never allowing anyone to get a second glance at his bare torso.
And yet, there he was, completely naked save for the towel.
The towel hung dangerously low on his waist and his hip bones were just visible, along with a trail of hair that lead from his under his belly button and slipped just below the towel, that Sirius was desperately trying not to stare at.
He had his pointer finger and thumb pressed against his eyes, he grunted slightly as he walked out of the bathroom, seemingly tired or in pain. It was probably both, considering the full moon was only a day ago.
Sirius tried to ignore the way the water dropped from his hair onto his surprisingly toned body. Realistically, Sirius shouldn’t be surprised by this, the bloke transforms into a man eating werewolf once a month, for gods sake, of course he’s built some muscle over the years but you can’t blame him, Remus was all too long limbs and too big sweaters. The water trailed down his torso, leaving clear droplets all over his freckled skin, they trailed the whole way down to where they met the towel and disappeared into the thick cotton.
His abs were subtly defined in a way that made something deep in Sirius’ stomach lurch, get a grip Sirius, it’s just your mate. You’ve seen James starkers more times than you can count, and he’s well more toned and muscly than Remus.
The scars across his torso and arms were highlighted by the water, making them look practically iridescent on the boys pale skin. Sirius briefly wondered what it’d be like to trace his fingers over the one that trailed from his right pec to his the left side of his ribs. He quickly brushed the thought away because, what the fuck Sirius? this is moony, moony who you’ve known for the best part of 5 years.
Remus finally seemed to notice Sirius watching him, as he removed his fingers from his eyes to give him a two fingered sort of wave, making direct eye contact as he did so. Sirius was too distracted by the beads of water dripping off his chiselled jaw to respond.
He watched as a single droplet fell from his cheek and landed onto the top of his left pec and slid over his pink nipple and then down his stomach before disappearing into the towel. Fucking hell, Sirius.
Remus walked towards his four poster and picked up a small pile of neatly folded clothes that consisted of a pair of tattery blue jeans, a faded led zeppelin t-shirt and a pair of boxers
Sirius watched his every move like a hawk, there was something so mesmerising about the boy in front of him, which was silly considering he’d seen Remus every day for years, yet he watched him as if this was a whole new person. It definitely felt like it, at least.
With a barely contained gasp, he noticed the way the veins on Remus’ hands and arms had swelled in the heat, making them pronounced and very, very visible.
Oh.
Sirius watched as the sandy haired boy walked silently back into the bathroom, his somewhat defined shoulder muscles twisting and moving as he made to shut the bathroom door, not even sparing the other boy a glance. Sirius couldn’t tell if he was grateful or disappointed by that.
He stared at the spot where Remus had been only moments before. His stomach was fluttering madly and he felt dizzy.
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
I fancy Remus Lupin.
Sirius rolled over onto his stomach with a quiet groan, pushing his blazing face deep into the cool pillows. He let out a shaky breath and willed the unsettling hot feeling in his stomach to just go away.
His mind replayed the way the tendons in Remus’ neck flared when he’d noticed Sirius watching him and that lazy wave that he’d somehow made seem like the sexiest thing Sirius had ever seen. His fingers were long and scarred and dear god, did Sirius want to lick them.
He chooses to ignore the way his boxers were embarrassingly tighter than they had been 5 minutes ago, because if he thought about it for a second longer he might cry or honestly just get off right there and then.
He was a mess. A complete and utter mess.
He was well aware of his attraction to men by now and was, as of recent, starting to accept himself. He was not aware of his attraction to his best friend, however.
He thought of Remus’ abs and Remus’ shoulders and how wide they were compared to his waist and how he wanted to touch them and run his fingers along them and— Oh, Get a grip, he repeated to himself.
He took some deep breathes, which weren’t fully successful in calming him, as his face was still very much smothered by his pillow. He really needed to stop thinking about Remus. Especially the Remus he’s just seen.
Just as he was begining to calm down, the bathroom door opened again. Sirius shifted his head to the right, leaning his cheek to the pillow, in order to get a look at the boy he’d only moments ago been fantasising about. He didn’t trust himself to roll back over just yet, he could still feel the strain in his pants.
Remus was now fully clothed, thank god, and was watching Sirius with a concerned look.
“You okay?”
No.
“Yeah.” His voice was breathy and Sirius wanted to pinch himself. What the fuck is happening to him?
Remus stepped closer to him and crouched down to his level, before pressing a cool hand to the other boys cheek. “You’re roasting.”
Sirius stayed silent, much too distracted by the fact that Remus’ face was just inches from his own and that his long fingers were pressed against his cheek, and the fact that if he wanted, he could just tilt his head upwards and lean forward and they would be kissing.
He forced the thought away before he did anything embarrassing.
“You should put some aloe vera on that.” Remus’ voice broke his train of thought. He lifted himself up and walked back towards his open trunk. Sirius stayed silent as the other boy rifled through his belongings, seemingly in search of something.
When he’d finally found what he’d been looking for, he walked back over to where Sirius was laying. “Sit up.”
Sirius prayed to god that his rather embarrassing boner had disappeared by now, and lifted himself into a seating position, crossing his legs over one another. After a second thought, he grabbed his pillow and placed it over his lap, resting his hands and arms on it.
Remus kneeled down in front of him, making himself almost eye level with Sirius and lifted his hands to show the sunburnt boy the bottle he was holding.
“It helps sunburn,” he spoke, “You just rub it on and it’ll cool your skin down. Do you wanna do it or will I?”
Sirius shrugged. “You.”
Remus nodded before cracking open the cap and squeezing out a small dollop of clear gel onto his other palm. Sirius watched as he rubbed his hands together slightly before lifting them to Sirius’ cheeks.
When the cool gel touched Sirius’ cheeks, he flinched at the coldness. “Sorry.” Remus wore a poorly contained grin, that made Sirius believe he was not sorry at all, as he watched the other wince every time he reached a new section of burnt skin.
“How’d it stay cold in your trunk?” Sirius wondered aloud. Remus shrugged.
“Just a cooling charm.”
Sirius nodded and continued to let Remus stroke his cheeks. His fingers were gentle yet firm and made his skin tingle. He stared straight at Remus’ face in front of him as he’d no where else to look, and watched the other boys mouth, he had his tongue sticking out slightly from the side of it, fully focusing on spreading the gel across the others face.
His lips were plump and pink and looked extremely kissable. Sirius forced himself to look back up at his eyes before he let himself do something stupid.
“Done.”
Remus removed his hands from Sirius’ face and the sunburnt boy tried desperately not to be disappointed. “Thanks.”
The brunette nodded and wiped his hands onto his trousers, before turning away and walking back towards his bed. He picked up a book from the bedside table along with his wand and turned back to face the other boy. “Wanna come to the lake with me? I won’t tell James as long as you bring sunscreen this time and keep in the shade.”
Sirius was silent a moment too long before nodding, “I’m just gonna get changed, wait for me in the common room.”
Remus smiled and merlins fucking balls, his smile. He left the other boy staring as he wandered out the dorm room door. Sirius flopped back onto his bed with an exasperated sigh.
He was really fucked, wasn’t he?