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Remus was only two steps through the penthouse door, and he already regretted attending this party.
“Surprise?” Lily said weakly as she took off her coat.
“I hate you,” he muttered, lowering his voice as the host, James Potter, came to greet them.
“Hey, babe,” James said as he kissed Lily’s cheek. He grabbed Remus’ hand and shook it vigorously, “Remus, good to see you again, mate.”
“You too, James. Thanks for inviting me.”
“As if I had a choice! Lily would have killed me if I let you sit alone at home all night, especially when he have a special guest,” James winked and nodded his head back towards the kitchen down the hall, where Remus could see The Sirius Black sitting on the kitchen counter by the entryway.
Remus’ glared at the Lily and James, wanting no part in their antics
“If this is how you two are going to be tonight, I’m going home now,” Remus huffed.
“I thought you’d be happy to see him! Lily says you cream your pants everytime you watch his films.”
Remus gasped, and hit Lily on the shoulder.
“I do not cream anything!”
“He’s in denial,” Lily told James mischievously, ignoring Remus’ fury. “Also, I might not have told him Sirius would be here, so let's give him a second to digest, yeah?”
“Lily you devious little gremlin, I love you so much. I say we should just push him into Sirius and see how reacts,” James grinned.
Remus scoffed at the couples’ behaviour. Remus had known Lily since they were teenagers, when he moved to Liverpool after his father passed. Lily was strong headed but loving, and had a streak for harmless, subtle pranks. James on the other hand, was a known havoc causer, always making his pranks too big, and taking them too far.
Remus and Lily had met James in their first year of uni, where they all lived in the same residence. While Remus and James had always been friendly, they were never particularly close until James and Lily started dating after graduation. Even now, 8 months into their relationship, Remus wouldn’t say he and James were besties, but he had to give James his due credit for trying. Ever since Lily had agreed to go on a date with him, James seemed pretty intent on wiggling his way into every corner of her life. Right now, he was specifically narrowing in on the corner labeled “Remus Lupin” and was inching closer and closer to the sub-corner titled “Remus Lupin’s Pathetic Life Long Celebrity Crushes.”
“You will do no such thing, James Potter!” Remus all but yelled. His eyes kept moving to the entryway at the end of the hallway. SIrius was surrounded in a halo of light, nursing a beer in his hand. He was chatting animatedly with someone Remus couldn’t see. He looked happy, carefree, and, obviously, hot. “I will disown the both of you if you even think of leaving me alone with him.”
“You wouldn’t,” James gasped, “that’s low even for you, Lupin. We’re practically family now- how dare you threaten to disown me?” James reached out an impatient hand to tug off Remus’ jacket. “You can’t disown me if I disown you first, so you better watch your mouth buddy, or I’ll disown your ass into next week.”
“Whatever you say, James,” He laughed, relinquishing his jacket to James’ grabby hands. He looked at Lily sternly, “I mean it though, I want no silly business or shenanigans out of you two. I will not be another victim to one of your matchmaking schemes. It would be too embarrassing… especially with him. Surely, Lily, not even you would be so evil as to try to set me up with my celebrity crush?”
“Don’t worry, Remus, as your best mate, it is my one duty in life to protect you from any potential situations that could embarrass you. In honour of this duty, I promise I will not try to set you up with your celebrity crush,” she finished her spiel with a quick bow, and kissed Remus’ hand, before standing to meet his eyes with a wicked grin, “I will, however, try to set you up with my boyfriend’s brother. I hear he is a real looker.” She winked and started nudging Remus’ rib with her elbow, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
It was a bit surreal, when Remus first put the dots together; when he discovered that the aloof Padfoot, James’ childhood best friend and adopted brother, was in fact the acting phenomenon Sirius Black. Sirius Black, who had been starring in movies before Remus could even read, Sirius Black, who had been starring in Remus’ wet dreams since he was 14, Sirius Black who was staring at him right now, eyeing him up from his spot down the hall. Remus was staring right back and- FUCK, he should not be staring back.
He turned his drifting gaze back to the aggravating Evans/Potter duo in a daze, trying to recall why he was so mad at Lily.
“Look Remus, as long as you don’t blow your load the second he talks to you, I’m sure you’ll get along just fine.”
Right, exposing his devastating crush of almost 10 years to the best friend/brother of said crush, that’s why. That was some high treason coming from his supposed best friend.
“You’re both dead to me,” Remus deadpanned.
“Oh Remus,” James pouted, “don’t be like that. You’re not the only person in the world in love with Sirius. Hell, you’re not even the only person at this party! Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“Yeah, Rem Rem,” Lily snuck her arm around Remus’ waist and went on her tiptoes to rest her chin on his shoulder, “this is a safe space. You can put the glare away.”
“You’re horrible. You’re both horrible.”
Lily kissed him on the chin and tightened her arms around Remus. She tried leaning up even more to whisper in his ear, but she couldn’t quite reach. Taking pity on her, Remus brought his head down to meet her half way.
“I’m sorry, love. I know it wasn’t my business to say. But I’ve listened to you rant about Sirius Black and his bloody beautiful hair since we were fourteen. You can’t blame me for trying to get you an in, it’s like we’re in a bloody romance movie!”
“Is that what Potter is? An ‘in’?”
“You know it, baby. The minute this party is over, we’re breaking up,” Lily quipped.
Remus didn’t bother stifling his laugh. He could never stay mad at Lily for long.
“I appreciate you,” he said, closing his eyes and leaning into her embrace, “but when me and Black hook up, you are getting every single gross detail. Payback, for all those years of Potter Talk.”
“Fuck yeah baby! That’s the spirit!” Lily partially let go of Remus to pump her first in the air.
“Oi, Prongs! You really going to let your woman cuddle up to another man like that?” Sirius called as he swaggered up to their huddle by the door. James’ left brow twitched up as he smirked. Remus did not want to know what he was about to say. Don’t fuck this up James, Remus prayed silently, I beg you, please don’t fu-
“Have you not met Remus? He’s our third when we’re feeling adventurous,” James winked at Remus. Lily nodded along, honouring her title as girlfriend/part time prankster.
Remus choked on air, spluttering over nothing, but unable to catch his breath. Lily ran a hand over his back soothingly, chuckling over the interaction.
And now Sirius was really looking at him. Looking at James’ supposed third, looking at the gangly, too tall man having a nervous breakdown. His eyes roamed Remus’ body, soaking in every inch of skin and unconventionally attractive jumper. After thoroughly inspecting Remus with his gaze, Sirius smiled. A little too deviously for Remus’ liking. This was already off to a bad start.
“Lucky you,” Sirius said to James, though his eyes never left Remus.
“In all seri- er, um,” James paused, no doubt trying to find a word Sirius couldn’t make a pun out of, before waving his hand and starting over, “Sirius, this is Remus Lupin, Lily’s best mate. Remus, this is Sirius Black, my best mate since diapers. Huh. Does that make you guys best-friends-in-law?” James seemed genuine about the question, pausing to look up at the ceiling, as if it contained the answers to all of life’s mysteries.
“Unless I’m the one who somehow ends up marrying you, I’m afraid Sirius and I won’t be in-anythings.” Remus said to James.
As soon as he finished speaking, he had the brilliant idea to never look at Sirius again. That would make things much easier for him. Suddenly, he found the carpet very interesting to look at.
“And what a shame that would be,” Sirius said with a laugh, “nice to meet you Remus.” He stuck out his hand for Remus to shake.
Remus, who had been adamantly staring at his shoes, suddenly had his vision filled with a crouching Sirius Black, as he attempted to make eye contact. Remus stared back wordlessly, and Sirius smiled triumphantly, as if it was some great accomplishment just to have Remus look at him.
Remus was frozen. He could see Sirius’ hand inching closer to Remus’, but there was nothing he could do. He stared at the moving hand with barely disguised horror. He felt like a girl in one of those old time-y movies, the kind who got strapped to a railroad while a massive train came barreling towards her. Sirius' hand was channeling down towards him, and Remus knew if they touched, he would be blown up into pieces, too obliterated to even be human anymore. Remus needed to avoid contact at all causes, his life was at stake, for christ’s sake!.
“I’m not their third!” He blurted out loudly. He could see Mary in the kitchen turning towards the sound, question in her eyes. His ears started ringing, and everything- everyone was silent. He ruined it. Fuck, he ruined it.
Sirius looked at him with curiosity.
“Thanks for clearing that up. You really had me going for a second,” Sirius said slowly, with a trace of humour.
With lightning speed, Sirius’ unshaken hand floated up and swiftly patted Remus on the bicep. He touched Remus. He touched Remus. He touched him like it was nothing, like it was easy, like a single graze of naked fingers on his clothed arms wasn’t a big bang level event.
And then he was gone.
Sauntering into the living room, calling for someone else. Brightening up the party, just like his namesake.
Remus felt a deep uneasiness settle into his stomach. The stings of anxiety’s lashes striking his body.
He had just met Sirius Freaking Black. And Remus, in true Remus fashion, had been unforgivingly forgettable.
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The alcohol was very nice. It was kind in the way it smoothed Remus’ edges, smothered out the frown in his forehead. It caressed and coddled Remus, until he calmed down, and let himself forget about that disastrous meeting.
Remus wasn’t much of a drinker, and despite his large build, he was a bit of a lightweight. So halfway through his second beer, he was feeling pleasantly buzzed.
He was in that stage of tipsiness where he felt a little friendlier, maybe a little flirtier, but was nowhere near intoxicated. He strongly believed that he could still drive a car to the hospital, if an accident were to occur. It was the perfect level of drunkenness. He felt different, but still in control.
To his surprise, Sirius seemed the same. He definitely had more drinks than Remus, but he nursed each one slowly, in no rush to go from bottle to bottle. With what Remus understood from at least his public persona, Sirius’ personality was already akin to a drunk persons. There really was no telling if Sirius was in the throes of inebriation, of if he was just being Sirius. Remus wished desperately that he would one day be able to tell.
“Remus. Remus,” he felt a hand swat at him.
Dorcas was diligently making out with her girlfriend, Marlene, on the couch right next to Remus. Marlene was leaning against him like he was a bedpost and, from what Remus could tell from his angle, looked utterly blissed out. Dorcas on the other hand, seemed very agitated as she leaned over her girlfriend, only removing her lips to glare at Remus angrily.
“What?” He squealed.
“Get. Out. Of. Here.”
“I was here first!” He replied, appalled.
“Remus, I love you. But I am trying to enjoy the wonderland that is my girlfriend’s body, and it is very hard to do that when your man body keeps getting in the way!”
“Fair point,” Remus conceded. He took another swig of his beer, and returned to his people watching. Sirius was across the room, lazing on another couch that faced the living room’s entrance to the kitchen, and was surrounded by a club of giggling fans. From what James had previously told him, the brothers typically partied with their old friends, only; if someone was screaming for Sirius, they were barred entry to the flat. But even Remus knew that James Potter went big for the holidays.
When they were undergrads, James would invite half of campus to his annual celebration. James later revealed that this was yet another attempt at wooing Lily, for “someone he invited must know her” and would therefore bring her to the party, or regale James’ kind holiday spirit to her afterwards. Alas, James had never stumbled across Remus during these times, and Lily never went anywhere without Remus.
Over the years, James’ Christmas parties became an actual event in their small university town. It was known for drawing big stars and capturing large crowds. If Remus had known that the stars part was true, and not some tagline James threw around to get more attention, Remus would have wanted to come to one of these a lot sooner.
“Remus!” Dorcas snapped, drawing Remus from his thoughts. “You are preventing an act of lesbian love. Leave now before I call you a bigot.”
“Alright, alright,” he conceded, taking his time to stretch before he made any move out of the seat.
“Now!” Dorcas put all her strength into pushing him off the couch, making him tumble to the ground, banging his knee on the hardwood floor.
“Jesus, Cas. I was leaving!” He exclaimed as he rubbed his sore knees. He bent to stand… and yup, there it was. His knees creaked and tweaked with a familiar ache. “Fuck,” he muttered. It had been a while since his last flare up, and he could already tell this was going to be a bad one.
“Shit, Re, I forgot! Are you okay?”
Remus waved her off.
“It’s fine. I’ll grab some ice and be good as new. Enjoy your lesbian love, it’s nice to see you younging’s so passionate these days.”
“You’re 24, Remus! I don’t believe your old man act for a second!” She called after him as he made his way across the room.
He chuckled to himself, ignoring the group that had formed around Sirius as he made his way to the kitchen. He wasn’t quite successful at slipping past as he would have liked, though.
“Hiya, Remus!”
Remus looked down to see Martin Shelley sitting with the group. Martin had been in the same residence as him, Lily, and James in first year. They had one psych class together in second year, and they hadn’t spoken since.
“Hi Martin, how are you?”
“Sirius is telling us about the time he did drag!”
“Eh eh, the time I tried to do drag,” Sirius corrected, “couldn’t get the eyebrows right, so I never went on to perform.”
Remus’ heart started beating uncomfortably. Sirius wasn’t even talking to him, but even the shared attention was too much.
“Okay. Cool.” Remus choked out, unable to say more, then turned to Martin, “let's catch up later, yeah?” He took a step towards the door, to indicate his descent. He could see Sirius scowling from his periphery, but he was not going to give in and look at him fully.
Sirius’ attention seemed to be having the same starstruck effect on Martin as it was Remus, but Martin was much worse at hiding it. Martin, bright red, looked at Sirius with awe. His mouth opened and closed as he looked for something to say, for a way to keep the attention on him. From the glance Martin sent Remus’ way, Remus knew what he was going to say before it even came out of his mouth.
“No,” Remus hissed, shaking his head at Martin with wide eyes.
Sirius leaned forward, attention rapt as he watched the two men. Remus wanted to slap himself. When would he learn to be more subtle?
“Remus used to do drag!” Martin blurted out. Remus groaned, throwing his head back. “He used to perform at these community talent shows our uni had. His makeup was wicked!”
“Is that so?” Sirius licked his lips, as he sat back in his seat.
Remus wasn’t ashamed of doing drag. He had loads of fun when he really got into it, but that was the problem, he rarely ever did get into it. Performing on a stage, drawing attention to himself in the way he dressed and acted, none of that meshed well with his personality. He just liked the make up part. He loved the way he could transform his face, he loved how he could turn his scars into something beautiful, something desirable.
After an impromptu show done in full drag for his friends in their res’ common room, Lily had convinced him to sign up for the talent show. 18 year old Remus, on his quest for exploring his sexuality and himself, decided to say fuck it and signed up. The adrenaline rush from performing was an intoxicating feeling, but the extreme bouts of performance anxiety he felt leading up to it, and the crashing waves of self consciousness afterwards couldn’t justify the continuation of the hobby. He still liked to do the make up from time to time, though.
“Yeah!” Martin piped up, “he called himself Madame Moony and he had this routine where-”
“Oookay, I think that’s enough Martin, Sirius doesn’t want to be bombarded with stories of my amateur performances,” Remus tried to laugh off his embarrassment.
“You don’t know what I want, Moony,” Sirius winked.
Remus flushed. Was that… a flirt? He stood stupidly, openly staring at Sirius. Sirius stared right back. How did he get here again? A twinge of pain in his knees answered him. Right. Stupid knees. Stupid, early onset arthritis. Stupid Remus, for not avoiding this conversation.
Remus visibly winced as his knee wobbled, screeching out for ice and an advil.
“That is correct, Sirius. I apologize for assuming.” Remus turned away from Sirius’ baffled face and booked it to the freezer.
As a former Varsity athlete, James thankfully had a freezer stock full of ice packs. Remus grabbed a handful, swung himself up on the counter, and nursed his knees with the packs. The pain in his knees seemed to be spreading up his limbs, making his muscles tighten and tweak around his aching bones. Remus squeezed his eyes closed. This was only the beginning, he knew the ache would only intensify over the next few days. He slumped against the wall and begged his body to relax. Flare ups like this one always took a lot of energy out of him, and he could feel the exhaustion washing over him already. Slowly pulling himself back up, he decided it would be best to just go home.
That was, until Sirius came bursting into the room, looking around wildly.
He grinned manically as he spotted Remus.
“You should do my makeup!” he exclaimed, barrelling towards Remus, “I’ve never met anyone who could do it before, please will you do it?”
Having already allowed himself to fully feel the pain of his fall, Remus couldn’t even register the sight of a pouting Sirius. He didn’t even think about the fact that Sirius Black was begging him to do something.
Remus' eyes fluttered closed momentarily, and he squinted one open to look at Sirius tiredly.
“I- what?” He asked, the exhaustion evident in his voice.
“The eyebrows! I’ve never been able to figure out the whole gluing them thing before, you should do them for me, right now! Teach me! Teach me, Remus, please! Please, Re- hey, are you okay?” Sirius paused, finally taking in Remus’ current state.
Remus waved his hand dismissively.
“I’m fine. Tell me about your idea. You want me to do your eyebrows?”
“You are obviously not fine,” Sirius placed both hands on his hips, looking like a scolding mother, “seriously, what’s wrong with you? Did that tumble really take so much out of you?”
“You saw that?” Remus gawked. He’s sure he would have known if Sirius Black was looking at him, if he had even glanced in his direction.
Sirius looked away sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.
“Well, yeah- don’t change the subject! The fall didn’t look too bad, but you look like you’ve just been run over by a bulldozer. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, that’s just how I look. Doesn’t mean anything.”
Sirius came closer, too close, stepping between Remus legs and inspecting his face. Remus felt all the blood drain toward his groin. No, that would certainly not be happening right now. He thought unpleasant thoughts, the thought of being Lily and James’ third, of his uncle getting plastered on christmas’, of his dad hitting and killing his childhood dog with their car, only 8 months after adopting it.
Phew , that last one always did the trick.
Sirius’ hands moved the fringe out of Remus’ eyes, briefly slipped through Remus’ short hair, then fell to rest on the next available surface. A surface that just so happened to be Remus’ thighs.
Dead dog dead dog dead dog. He thought over and over.
“Do you have a concussion?” Sirius asked suspiciously.
Remus bit his lip and shook his head violently.
“Lily would kill me if I let you get a concussion,” Sirius sighed.
Remus didn’t even know where to begin with that.
Sirius shifted back a little to look at Remus from more of a distance. His hands started moving absently up and down Remus’ thighs, drawing little lines and squiggles. He didn’t even notice he was doing it.
“I promise, no head related injuries,” he gulped, “just a flare up in the knees, nothing I’m not used to.”
Sirius looked at him through narrowed eyes, but decided to give it up. He shrugged and stepped away from Remus completely. In a complete switch of attitude, he clasped his hands together with a resounding smack.
“Well then, I think me and you have a date with the bathroom.”
Remus feared he would go bald with how quick and high his eyebrows raised. He was sure they would act as some kind of scythe, and cut a path right through his curls.
“What?” He squeaked.
“You, me, bathroom, eyebrows,” Sirius said, unfazed.
“Oh, uh, sure,” Remus nodded lamely, “let me just finish icing.”
“My time is yours,” Sirius smirked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back on the counter opposite of Remus. He watched Remus openly, and the two of them enjoyed their silent break from their rowdy company.
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Remus held the glue stick in hand, and looked down at Sirius’ gentle face. He sat on the edge of the bathroom counter, relieving the pressure in his legs. Sirius sat on the lid of the toilet, eyes closed, ready for impact.
“And you’re sure you want to do this, right now, in the middle of the party?”
“Yes, Remus! Now hurry up and get on with it!”
“And you’re positive Marlene said it was okay to use her makeup?”
“Oh my god, are you always this much of a worry wart?”
“Usually I’m worse,” Remus said absentmindedly, unscrewing more of the purple glue from its casing.
The Sirius related heart, breath, and groin problems Remus had been facing all night were exacerbated in the small space of the toilet. It was already impossible to move around without bumping into each other, and soon they’d be in each other's faces, breathing the same breath. Remus really hoped his body would act appropriately.
Well, James, Remus thought bitterly, at least I didn’t blow my load the second he talked to me.
Honestly, Remus should be proud of himself for making it this far.
“Remussss, my virginal brows are ready for your plundering!” Sirius sang.
Remus sighed. Sirius just had to make things harder didn’t he?
As if hearing the thought, Sirius opened his eyes and looked up at Remus. His gaze was catlike, eyes wide and all pupil. It was the sweetest sight Remus had ever seen. Sirius slowly extended his hand, and placed it gently around Remus’ wrist.
“I promise I won’t be mad if you make me ugly,” he said earnestly.
Oh god, Remus hadn’t even thought of that. Just another item to add to the list of things not to fuck up.
“Not that you could,” Sirius said arrogantly, not sensing Remus’ internal panic, “beauty like this doesn’t disappear overnight.”
“Ha ha ha.” Remus huffed out, not even attempting to laugh properly. “Ok, so I’ll just-” he nodded, cutting himself out.
He reached out to grip Sirius’ cheeks and hold him still. He meant to go in slowly, delicately. But his anxiety over touching Sirius Black, made the touch forceful and urgent. By the fluttering of Sirius’ eyes, Remus could tell he was clearly taken aback by the iron grip.
Remus smiled guilty, and relaxed his hand.
“Right. Here I go.”
Remus' hand started to shake as he drew the glue stick nearer. Sirius watched every tremor, his eyes not leaving Remus’ hand.
Glue made contact with skin, and Remus exhaled. The anxiety bubble had popped. Now that the getting started part was over, he allowed muscle memory to take over. It actually helped to have something distract him. He almost forgot he was stuck in a small space with his celebrity crush. In fact, he was so caught up in the makeup, he didn’t even notice Sirius unblinkingly staring at him, until he spoke.
“Are you scared of me?”
Remus jolted after spending so many minutes in silent concentration. He glanced at Sirius’ briefly before returning to his concealing.
“Obviously,” he huffed.
He felt Sirius straighten underneath him.
“What? Why!”
Remus fixed him a look.
“Y’know…” it was clear from Sirius’ face that he didn’t.
“You're this big celebrity, it’s a little impossible to not get intimidated.”
“So you know who I am, then?”
“What?” Remus laughed, “Of course I know who you are.”
“Oh. You don’t act like it.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t fall to your feet the minute we met,” Remus said, rolling his eyes.
“I can’t believe you know who I am! I normally have a sense for these things.”
Remus hummed.
“Yes, people are usually so subtle when it comes to you. I’m sure it’s a real effort to parse through who is and isn’t a fan. Remember Martin, back there? Did you pick up on his fan status, or was that just me?”
Sirius swatted Remus’ arms.
“Alright, Mr. Snark, I get it!” He chuckled and shifted in his seat. “Now tell me why I scare you.”
“I already said-”
“Uh uh, being intimidated is not the same thing as being scared. Why do you fear me, Remus?”
“I want it on the record that I do find you quite frightening…”
“Noted,” Sirius nodded.
“And it is scary, talking to you. Coz, oh how do I say this…” What did Remus have to lose? Not like he would be telling Sirius anything he didn’t already know… not like this could ‘ruin’ anything. Sirius was barely even real, just a silly little celebrity crush.
“Fuck it,” Remus slammed down the concealer and brush he was holding in a random bolt of confidence, “you’re scarily my type, like to a tee. You're pretty much perfect in my books. But then you add on the fact that you're Sirius Black? It’s not fair. You can’t expect me to react like a normal person when I’ve got a literal god in my presence.”
Sirius’ eyes lit up and he smirked abundantly.
“Mmm do go on,” Sirius waggled his eyebrows and raised himself up, inching closer to Remus’ face.
‘That’s not- I wasn’t,” Remus spluttered, “I wasn’t flirting, I was just stating a fact.”
“You weren’t? Why not?” Sirius pouted. And ok, Remus had to laugh.
“ Sirius, I am not going to flirt with you! That’d be ridiculous!”
Sirius crossed his arms petulantly and huffed a piece of hair out of his eyes.
“I must say, Moony, you are doing a pretty piss poor job at seducing me.”
“Seduce you? I am not trying to seduce you.”
He really looked at Sirius then. Sirius who has sitting closely to him, Sirius who left the party to go to a private bathroom with Remus and get his makeup done, Sirius whose legs had tangled with Remus’ at some point in the last 20 minutes, Sirius, who looked like there was no news worse in the world than finding out Remus didn’t want to flirt with him.
“... would you like me to seduce you?” Remus asked unsurely.
Sirius’ eyes roamed up Remus’ body. He gave two short, unexpected nods. Arms still crossed tightly across his chest. He then looked at Remus expectantly.
Remus just stared at him, jaw slack, mouth open.
Sirius kicked his ankle lightly.
“This is where you seduce me,” He whispered shyly.
“Right,” Remus swallowed. He gripped the edge of the counter, and thought of something, anything, to say.
“Um, would you like-”
“ Yes,” Sirius breathed before jumping Remus.
He threw his arms around Remus grandly, as if they were in a sweeping romance, and pulled him in tight. He crashed their lips together fiercely, hungrily. The kiss was desperate, all consuming. Remus dropped the makeup in his hands, and wrapped them around Sirius. They swayed under the kiss, moving around and bumping into every little thing. Eventually, Remus found himself propped up fully on the bathroom sink, Sirius wrapped tightly between his thighs.
Sirius pulled away slowly, his kiss lingering.
“Fuck,” he breathed. He looked at Remus, than slightly past him, “Fuck!” He exclaimed again, pushing Remus out of the way to look in the mirror.
“I look like Uncle Fester!” he screeched, fingers skimming over where his eyebrows once were.
“At least you still have your hair,” Remus giggled, reaching out to run his fingers through a strand.
“You!” He turned on Remus, pointing a finger at him, “You kissed me like this!”
“I would have drawn on the eyebrows, but in case you didn’t notice, I was a bit distracted.”
“ You kissed me like this, ” Sirius gushed, “Wow, you must like me more than I thought.”
“Was that not obvious?”
“I thought you didn’t like me! I thought you didn’t think I was cool! That I was some prick who had groupies for no reason!” Sirius whined.
“Ah no, just horrifyingly scared. I can see how you’d confuse the two.”
“And now? Do you still think I’m scary?”
“Positively frightening.”
“Noooo,” Sirius dropped his head on Remus' shoulder, “I’m the nicest boy ever.”
Remus patted his head.
“I’m sure you are,” he said soothingly, “But I’m afraid I’ll never find out, as I will be cowering in fear everytime I see you now.” Sirius pushed away from him, but still held onto his arms.
“For what it’s worth, I think you're scary, too.”
“Do you?”
“No,” Sirius shook his head, “you are quite sexy though. Exactly my type.”
Remus blushed, the easiness he felt with Sirius slipping away.
What the fuck, he just kissed Sirius Black, how was he not panicking??
“I have a confession,” Sirius whispered shyly as he stepped forward to stroke Remus’ cheek,, “I knew who you were before today.”
Now that truly shocked Remus.
“James used to send me photos from Lily’s instagram, since I could never see her in person. I’m not sure if you know this, but you are in a lot of Lily’s photos. I may or may not have developed a small crush on you over the years. I was actually a bit starstruck when I first saw you tonight”
“You’re pulling on my leg,” Remus snorted.
“I’m being honest! Ask James! I called you my little golden angel and I had imagined this whole persona for you… nevermind, pretend you didn’t hear that.”
Remus felt like he could fly. How on earth was this his life?
“And how do I live up… to your golden angel?”
“Fucking perfect,” Sirius whispered onto his lips, placing a quick peck there, “even better than I could have imagined. What about you? Do I disappoint in comparison to The Sirius Black?”
“You could never.” Remus replied quietly, shaking his head.
“Remus?” Sirius smiled sweetly, “Will you go on a date with me?”
Remus just kissed him again.