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Remus watched as the dark-haired man to his left nervously bounced on the tips of his toes. It was a heady feeling, standing behind the podium before being presented with your first Olympic medal and Remus could remember his own first medal, only a few days earlier.
Looking at Sirius Black, his fellow teammate, long-term swimming friend and the man whose grey eyes had haunted Remus’s dreams ever since he met Sirius all those years ago, Remus made a split-second decision. Exhaling sharply and steeling himself, he reached his hand out and placed it on Sirius’s right elbow. Remus watched, mesmerised, as Sirius turned his face towards where Remus was touching him, and then up to meet Remus’s eyes.
Grey met brown, and Remus sucked in a breath at the immense emotion he saw in Sirius’s eyes.
The two held each other’s gaze for a moment, before Remus let his arm drop as a voice echoed across the walls of the pool, and watched Sirius take his own deep breath as he stepped up onto the podium, his face split into a wide smile and his eyes shining.
The silver medal was announced, but Remus paid no attention to it. All he could think about was the way his hand was still burning from where it had touched Sirius only moments earlier, and how he would not have wanted to be anywhere else when Sirius was awarded his very first medal than right by his side.