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outromoony · 8 days

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Bed Sharing

@wolfstarmicrofic | Word count: 256

"We only have three beds, and there are four of us. Whoever gets the red chopsticks shares a bed," Sirius declared.

"Or you could just sleep on the floor," James teased, but Sirius waved him off.

"Anyway... Moony, you start."

"Why me?" Remus complained, eyeing Sirius suspiciously. "How do I know you didn't charm the hat to give the red chopstick to the first person who chooses?"

"Are you doubting my honesty, Remus Lupin?"

"Yes, I actually am."

"Fine," Sirius rolled his eyes and plunged his hand into the hat. "I'll go first, but then it's your turn, Moons."

Sirius took his time, as if by touch he could discern the color of the chopsticks. Moments later, he withdrew his hand, revealing a red chopstick.

"Ha, seems you're losing at your own game, Padfoot."

"Yeah, whatever." Sirius remained unphased, more focused on passing the hat to Remus. "Your turn, Moony."

Remus shot Sirius one last skeptical glance before reaching into the hat. When he pulled his hand out, a bright red chopstick lay in his palm.

"Well, that was quick," Peter laughed.

"It's decided, then." James noticed Sirius trying to suppress a grin. He started to grow suspicious. "Moony and I are sharing the bed. You lucky bastards can have your royal suites all to yourselves."

An hour later, while his friends were engrossed in a game of chess, James found the hat under Sirius and Remus's bed. Unsurprisingly, when he opened it, all the chopsticks inside were red.

James chuckled to himself. That clever idiot.

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moutainrusing · 6 days

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happily heterosexual

With a black bottle of dangerously sloshing firewhiskey loosely gripped in his hand, James clambered onto the top of a burgundy sofa, and where usually a Gryffindor’s head would rest, were James’s bare feet, because he was hammered out of his mind and apparently too sweaty for shoes. And toes helped him grip the cushion better, otherwise he would most definitely fall off.

Quite frankly, Sirius found it disgusting, and leapt off of the sofa immediately, wrinkling his nose and hissing, “What are you doing?!”

“Shhhhh,” James unsteadily waved a hand at him, which caused the daft sod to unceremoniously grip onto Sirius’s arm to maintain his balance. “I needa announce spin the bo’uhl… s’my only chance to kiss Lil… Lily…” He gestured wildly, arms flailing on either side. “She needs to ‘ear that we’re playin’!”

“Mate, you don’t need to resort to kissing games anymore,” Sirius shook his head, half-exasperated, half-fond. “I dunno how you managed it, but she’s warming up to you. Somehow.”

James grinned, proudly pointing to the Head Boy badge which he still had on, pinned to his casual Muggle t-shirt, because he was an utter snob. “Coz of this… duh…”

“You cast some Lily-attracting spell on it, then? That explains it.”

“No! She fell in love with my natural charm!”

“That does not explain it.”

“Oh, juss shut uppp, I wanna kiss her now…”

“You’re drunk.”

Ignoring him, James cupped his hand around his mouth and yelled, “LES PLAY SPIN THE BO’UHL!”

And then he toppled over. Thinking fast, Sirius cast a spell to levitate the firewhiskey before it spilled over the rugs. Priorities. Also, he knew that Remus would come to James’s rescue. He was right. Before James hit the ground, Sirius saw it soften with a cushioning charm, and James gently landed with a bounce.

Remus appeared, looking downright pissed off. “SIRIUS. Why couldn’t you have levitated both of them?”

“Many reasons, actually. Prongs was being an idiot and he deserved it. I love it when you play the hero. And you look bloody hot when you’re mad.”

“Shut up.” Remus ignored him, crouching to look at James. “I think he’s unconscious. How much did he drink?”

“Well. He has the right to drink as much as he wants.”

“We’re carrying him up,” Remus stated, taking James’s left while Sirius took his right.

“Ugh, why’d you have to get bladdered, Prongs?” Sirius whined, lugging him up the stairs.

James made an incoherent groan. Remus frowned. “Are you actually unconscious?”

James sheepishly opened his eyes. “Well. I acciden’ly fell, but that’s embarrassin’. Bein’ unconscious s’better.”

Remus rolled his eyes so far that they disappeared. Sirius grinned. “Ah, yes, the preferred option.”

James turned to glare at him, which was rather weak in his intoxicated state. “I ain’t forgoh’en ‘ow you saved the boh’uhl, but not me. I should be your pref… preferred…”

“Sorry, my sweet. Deep down, you know you’re my favourite.”

“Mm, I forgive you.”

They reached their dormitory, kicked open the door, dragged James to his bed, and dumped him there with a thud.

“Oof,” James muttered. As Sirius and Remus turned to leave, Remus still looking very annoyed and Sirius still grinning stupidly, James rolled to face them, saying, “One las’ thing… you hafta promise me… if I can’t kiss my true love tonight, ev’ryone else has to kiss their true loves.” He wiggled his eyebrows ridiculously. “Startin’ with you two! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss…” And James proceeded to drift off into sleep.

Unlike Sirius, who was majorly concerned about James’s belief that he and Remus were true loves, and intensely panicking about it because they most certainly were not, because they didn’t like each other that way, and yes, Remus was heroic and lovely and hot, but Remus was his friend, and he couldn’t possibly… and Remus was a boy, and Sirius was also a boy, and they were both happily heterosexual… anyway, unlike Sirius, who was having a breakdown, Remus seemed perfectly calm. In fact, he casually asked, “You think it’s safe to leave him here alone?”

Sirius coughed awkwardly, but Remus didn’t comment, so it was all fine. Eventually, he managed the words, “I think I’ll stay with him.” Because James was a pathetic loser in dire danger of maybe vomiting, or going mad, and he needed looking after, even if it meant Sirius had to miss out on the party.

Remus nodded, and moved to sit down on his bed. “Oh! Don’t worry, you can go back down,” Sirius said.

“Nah, I’ll stay with you. Keep you company, since that oaf’s doing nothing,” Remus replied, pointing at James with amusement.

“Oh. Thanks.” Sirius moved to sit on his own bed, across from Remus’s.

Usually, this was the time he would dive into a passionate ramble about how Bertie Bott missed a very important bean flavour, guess which one (the Sirius-flavour); or how tomorrow they should stuff Slughorn’s cupboard with slugs and horns; or how the walls surrounding them would not be shades of red if Godric’s favourite colour was purple… anything. Sirius could talk to Remus about anything. Except now he didn’t want to talk to Remus, he wanted to kiss Remus, and it was all James’s fault, because before this, he’d only ever wanted to kiss girls, and oh shit, he was staring at Remus’s face, and Remus was raising an eyebrow, opening his really quite pretty lips to say, “Something on my face?”

“Yes! No! Well, yes, your lips are on your face, I mean, your eyes are on your face! Eyes. I was looking at your eyes. And obviously there’s something on your face, don’t be stupid, Moony, there’s something on everyone’s face… eyes, nose, eyebrows…”

“Lips, too,” Remus added, and oh Merlin he was looking at Sirius’s lips and Sirius accidentally licked his lips and he was moving closer… and then he toppled off of his bed. Remus burst out laughing.

“Urgh, shuddup, Moonboy,” Sirius groaned, pitifully waving an arm at Remus to help him up. And Remus, with his supernatural werewolf strength, helped Sirius up, directly onto Remus’s bed. Then they were sitting face to face and Sirius began counting the little lines on Remus’s soft-looking lips, the ones forming delicate patterns over the pink flesh, and Sirius could reach out and touch them…

He stopped. His fingers were hovering directly in front of Remus’s lips. A millimetre more, and they would be touching. He quickly placed his hand on his lap, and firmly fixed his gaze to his lap as well.

“So,” Remus started conversationally. Sirius’s head snapped back up. Were they going to ignore that or…? Or. Sirius felt himself smirking at the blush on Remus’s face.

“So,” he echoed.

“I’m thinking.”

“Aw, don’t think too hard, you’ll get wrinkles over your perfect forehead.”

Remus glared at him, but with no real malice. “I’m thinking that…”

“You’re happily heterosexual and I should get out of this bed?” Sirius teased. “Ah, gotcha,” he began climbing out.

Remus grabbed his arm. “No!”

Sirius turned back to face him, easily sliding back in. He grinned, raising a brow. “You’re not happily heterosexual, and I should stay in this bed? Hmm, I agree, same.” He fluttered his eyelashes at Remus. “Say, can I kiss you?”

Remus kissed him. Sirius was right. Remus’s lips were soft and delicate and pretty, and he could feel the textures rubbing against his own as their lips moved against one another. He sucked Remus’s lower lip, and it was plump and perfect, then Remus licked his lower lip, and Sirius immediately opened his mouth, welcoming Remus inside as their tongues battled, danced, swirled around each other, all heat and moisture, burning Sirius up, but all he wanted was more.

They toppled over each other, and Sirius found himself looming over Remus, instantly attacking his lips again, lightly then roughly, and Remus mirrored it better than anyone else could. It was sloppy then firm, sexy then sweet, anything and everything. Remus let out a moan, Sirius a whine, and they pressed their chests closely together, closer, closer still, until the entirety of Sirius was touching Remus. He moved to pepper Remus’s jaw with feather-light kisses, his collarbone… and then Remus sat them back up, placed Sirius on his lap, kissed him sweetly, before ripping Sirius’s shirt of and trailing kisses from his mouth, down his bobbing Adam’s apple, along his chest, and Sirius gasped.

“Leave a mark,” he whispered hoarsely. “Actually, leave many marks.”

Remus looked up at him with hooded eyes and a smirk, before doing exactly that. Sirius ran a hand through Remus’s hair, and kissed the side of his face, then to his neck, sucking and biting until hickeys covered it. Then Remus pulled Sirius back to his lips, and they snogged some more, until they were completely out of breath.

“Damn,” Remus breathed over Sirius’s face.

“Yeah.”

“So.”

“So. That was fun.”

“Yeah. Do you want to stay here?”

“And fall asleep with you, Moony?” Sirius chuckled at Remus’s nervousness, kissing him on the nose. “Definitely.”

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The next morning, James woke up with a blinding headache, and stumbled over to Remus’s bed for the hangover potion. But when he opened the curtains and saw Sirius and Remus curled up together, his hangover was miraculously cured. “YES!” He screeched, waking them both up with a jolt.

“THEY DID IT! WE HAVE TO THROW ANOTHER PARTY!” James yelled, skipping down the stairs.

Remus and Sirius shared a glance as the entire common room below them burst into cheers and applause.

“WHOOO,” a million voices cheered. “SIRIUS AND REMUS!”

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