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Warning: sexy boy-on-boy.
"Here you are!" panted Sirius, who found James in the library after running around the castle looking for him nearly everywhere else. "What are you doing in the library?"
"Homework. Turns out it's pretty nice in here. What's the matter?" asked James, torn between concern and suspicion.
"I have something to tell you." Sirius struggled to catch his breath.
"Why did you run?"
"I was in a hurry. Come on."
Now entirely suspicious, James got up and followed Sirius out of the library and into a disused classroom. "Well, what is it?"
"Okay. I should have told you this ages ago, but to be honest I was a bit worried about how you'd react."
James furrowed his brow, but seemed ready to listen.
"I think I'm gay, and I fancy Remus."
"I have for the last year."
"A year?" James spluttered.
Sirius nodded. "I tried to shake it. You know, thought it was just a phase or something. It ate me up. Being around him started to drive me crazy. A couple weeks ago I finally just kissed him. Shocked the hell out of him, but it turns out he fancies me, too."
"He loves you," James said. "Told me as much."
Sirius smiled, his body suddenly filling with a warm feeling, like being wrapped in a blanket from the inside out. "I love him, too."
James stared hard at him for a minute. "Really?"
Sirius nodded. "Really."
Sirius saw his jaw twitch, and then relax. "I guess I jumped to conclusions, then," he said. Sirius took it for the apology it was and smiled.
"No worries, mate. I've got to run. You'll want to stay out of the dorm for a while!" he practically sprinted out of the room.
Remus was reading, lying on his back with one leg crossed over the other, and his shirt was missing. Remus was not one to simply lounge about with no shirt—that is, he hadn't been before Sirius got to him.
He pretended not to notice when Sirius locked and warded the dorm door behind him. A bit of teasing wouldn't hurt. "So?"
"I told him. He seemed sorry for assuming the worst," Sirius replied, still out of breath from running. He sat on the edge of the bed and drank in the bare torso before him.
Sirius reached out and brushed his knuckles against Remus's bicep.
"You know, I was going to wait for you naked, but I couldn't be sure you'd be the first one back to the dorm," he said matter-of-factly, turning the page in his book.
Sirius suppressed a groan at the image that sentence evoked. So that's how it was going to be, he thought with a smirk. He picked up Remus's arm and rolled it in his fingers, pressing the fleshy pads into his muscles and rubbing systematically downward from the elbow to the wrist. Remus sighed as his lover carefully made sure to touch every centimeter of skin, reaching his hand and stroking his palm softly. Not even his fingernails escaped the dark-haired boy's delicate, exploring touches. Remus shivered, his senses overwhelmed when Sirius lowered his lips to the tips of Remus's fingers.
When Sirius sucked his index finger past his lips and started gently stroking it with his tongue, Remus dropped his book and gasped. It was like a lightning bolt running from his finger to his cock.
Sirius smirked and pulled his mouth away. "Oh, what are you reading?" he asked innocently.
"Bastard," Remus muttered affectionately.
Sirius chuckled and pressed his lips to Remus's neck. He worked his way slowly down the stretch of skin so enticingly laid out for him. Remus closed his eyes and simply felt while Sirius did all the work, his hot mouth and tongue leaving a wet trail leading down, down. Sirius unbuttoned Remus's pants and slid them down, pressing kisses to the narrow hips and thighs underneath.
Sirius was gone for a couple of seconds, and Remus opened his eyes to protest, when Sirius lay down beside him and pressed something small and cold into his palm. Remus held it up and found a bottle of lube in his hand.
He looked at Sirius in surprise, whose eyes were as black as he'd ever seen them.
"Take me, Remus," Sirius said, almost shyly. "If you want me."
Remus pinned him easily, straddling his hips. He suddenly realized that whatever Sirius's sexual conquests with girls, he might be as new to this as Remus was. However, this would be an all-time first for Remus. "I want you. Are you sure?"
Sirius nodded. Remus got Sirius out of his clothes and ran his shaking hands all over the beautiful boy beneath him. "Tell me if I hurt you," he murmured, snaking one hand down his lover's body, brushing his cock and then stroking the small, untouched ring of muscle. He paused and grabbed his wand. Remembering the coldness last time, he cast a warming charm on the bottle before squeezing some out and returning his hand.
Sirius pulled him down for a kiss. "You're brilliant, Moony."
After some teasing and ample stretching, Remus spread some of the warm liquid over his length and pressed himself against his lover. He pressed his mouth over Sirius's in a languid kiss, distracting him while he guided himself slowly and carefully inside the tight body below him, keeping his own eager body in check. Sirius gasped and Remus pulled back to look at his face. Sirius immediately pulled his lips back down and continued kissing him madly, completely overwhelmed by the sensations.
Remus withdrew and thrust back inside, swallowing Sirius's moan.
"You feel so good," Remus murmured against his lips. It felt so right to be inside his love.
Every push of Remus's hips was hitting something Sirius hadn't known about but was thanking the stars for. "Moony!" he cried. "Don't stop!"
Remus hadn't considered doing so, and took this as encouragement. He settled into a rhythm of deep, strong thrusts, burying a hand in Sirius's hair and sinking his teeth into his shoulder. Sirius reached down and stroked his own painfully hard cock, his hand moving in time with Remus's hips.
One more sharp thrust had Sirius coming undone, muscles squeezing hard around Remus as his hand milked his cock dry. Remus came for a long time, pushing jerkily through the clenching sleeve until he, too, was spent and empty.
"Gods, Moony," Sirius said in awe, kissing Remus's forehead and pulling him close. "Was it that good when I…when you…"
"When you fucked me?" Remus said lazily, not caring a bit about profanity. "Yes, it was that good."
"And you?" Did you enjoy fucking me?" Sirius wondered with a smirk, delighting in seeing Remus in such a state as he'd never seen before.
"I think you know the answer to that. Give us a moment and you can remember what it feels like yourself."
It was some time later that either of them remembered to put clothes on and remove the locking spell from the door. It wasn't long after that that James stomped inside, looking exhausted and carrying a terribly thick book in his arms. He stomped over to Remus and thrust the book toward him. It was called Encyclopedia of Charms.
"What's this?" Remus asked in confusion.
"Page eight hundred seventy-three," James replied. "The strongest silencing spell known to the Wizarding World."