It Was Only A Kiss!

Chapter Nine

The full moon that night bought more injuries and yet another scar for Remus’ collection, but there were no further incidents between Moony and Padfoot, much to their human guardians’ relief. Remus awoke to the sensation of long, surprisingly gentle fingers combing through his hair. His eyelids fluttered shut again as he allowed himself to take a moment to enjoy the feeling but Sirius must have seen him wake because the hand stilled then was quickly removed. Remus sighed at the loss then opened his eyes again, peering up at Sirius who spoke softly.

‘It was a good night, Moony. I healed all the little cuts; there’s only one decent-sized wound on your arm that I left for Pomfrey to heal, but it’s shallow. It's already stopped bleeding. I reckon she knows one of us is healing you after sunrise but...’ He shrugged. 'Gotta let her feel useful.'

Remus nodded, sitting up and finding himself almost nose to nose with Sirius who just grinned at him.

‘If you wanted a kiss good morning, you only had to ask, Moony.’

Remus smiled back, shaking his head, but neither of them moved. Remus cleared his throat as he tried to stop his eyes from dropping to Sirius' lips.

‘Are the others gone?’

Sirius nodded. ‘Five minutes ago. Pomfrey should be here soon.’ He paused, biting at his lip, his eyes fixed on Remus' mouth. ‘Are you sure you don't want that kiss?’

Remus lost the battle, his eyes falling to Sirius' lips which were on his before he could take another breath. Remus felt his bones melt as Sirius caught his bottom lip between his own, sucking on it lightly before stroking his tongue along the soft flesh.

No wonder the boy was so damn popular - those lips were a lethal weapon.

In consideration of Remus' delicate condition, it was a much more gentle kiss than the fierce snogging of last time and, although it was short (and undeniably sweet), both were breathless when they pulled away.

Sirius let out a huff of amusement as he slowly opened his eyes. 'Merlin, you’re good at that, Moony.’

Remus faked indignation, trying to ignore the feverish thumping of his heart. ‘Why do you sound so surprised? I have had some experience in this area. Granted, not as much as you, but I don’t think all the Seventh Year boys combined could beat your girth of knowledge.’

Sirius let out a bark of laughter and rubbed at his forehead self-consciously. ‘You know what they say, Moony. Practice makes perfect.’

‘Yeah, well…I guess it worked.’

Sirius grinned widely. ‘Is that your backhanded way of telling me I’m a good kisser?’

Remus shrugged, fighting a smile. ‘Don’t really know. I haven’t kissed you enough to form a proper opinion.’

A smirk spread across Sirius' handsome face at Remus' words and when he spoke, his voice had a predatory tone.

‘Well, I can start to remedy that right now.’

He leaned forward, Remus inwardly cursing as a nest of butterflies exploded inside him, fluttering madly, as he also shifted closer.

‘Are you dressed, Remus?’

The disembodied voice floated up from the ground floor just as their lips met again, and Sirius groaned in frustration.

‘That woman is always ruining my fun.’

Remus chuckled and called back to the nurse. ‘Not yet. I’m alright, I can get back to the castle by myself in a few minutes.’

Sirius beamed in the ensuing silence, obviously anticipating some snogging, then the voice said, ‘If you’re sure…’

Remus assured her he would be fine and she called out a goodbye, her footsteps soon fading and Sirius launched himself at Remus.

‘Why, Moony, you little schemer! Are you trying to get me alone?’

‘Yes,' he said, pushing the other boy off him. 'To talk, Padfoot.’

Sirius frowned and his voice was sulky as he sat back on the dilapidated bed. ‘That doesn’t sound like anywhere near as much fun as what I had planned.’

Remus smiled, a little blood shifting from his lower body to his cheeks as he shuffled further back on the bed - away from the distraction that was Sirius’ mouth. The movement reminded him of the tearing transformation he’d been through the night before; his abused muscles screaming in protest at the sudden shifting. He winced and Sirius frowned, apparently also recalling the previous night.

‘Maybe we should get you straight to the Hospital Wing? Get that arm healed properly...'

‘I’m fine. Better than some days. We need to sort out what’s going on here.’

Sirius pouted. ‘Didn’t we do that the other night? We’re just fooling around like Ken and Jonathon. We’re not dating. We aren’t...poofs or anything. We’re still going to shag girls, right?'

Remus nodded quickly and Sirius looked relieved. 'It...this...you and me...if we get, you know, and we can't...with a girl, we can just...sort each other out. Yeah?'

His voice was hopeful and Remus rested his chin on his hand, rubbing a thumb along his bottom lip thoughtfully. It sounded harmless enough when it was put that way. If they only did what they did last night, if nothing more than a quick, much-needed release was expected…it was no different to rutting up against the bed or something, was it? Except that Sirius rutted back and that really was so much more satisfying than wanking by himself.

Sirius knew the silence could mean either Remus was thinking about his suggestion or that he was trying to find a way to let him down gently. Sirius felt a tremor of anxiety ripple through him. He wanted this to happen - more than he cared to acknowledge, even to himself - and tried to tip the scales in his favour, recalling Moony affectionately nuzzling Padfoot early this morning as they curled up together.

‘Even our animals want us to...you know...’

Remus screwed up his face in horror at the thought of the wolf mating with a still human-minded Padfoot. ‘That’s just...wrong, Sirius.’

‘I don’t know about wrong, but it'd be bloody painful. Especially after you told us werewolves are the most generously endowed magical creatures.’

Remus flushed and looked down at his lap. ‘Ah, yeah, well...that may have been a slight exagerration on my part...’

Sirus chuckled. 'I knew it! I’ll bet Flobberworms have bigger dicks! Anyway, what I’m trying to tell you is that they knew we wanted to do this. Perhaps before we even realised - animals are very instinctive...’

‘Can we not talk about this?’

Sirius sighed but dropped the topic. He watched the progress of Remus’ thumb as it ran back and forth over his mouth. The movement was mesmerising and Sirius found himself wetting his lips, wanting to kiss his friend more than he’d ever wanted to kiss anyone. He had to know if Remus was feeling this, if he was experiencing this kind of desire as well.

‘Moony, have you been thinking about us...kissing when you...you know? Toss off?’

Remus couldn’t help his deepening flush, closing his eyes as he nodded. Sirius let out a shaky breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding, unnerved by how much he'd needed Remus to want this as much as he did.

‘So have I. If we’re going to be thinking about doing it, then what harm does actually doing it cause?’

Sirius’ blunt honesty and strange logic helped make up his mind (what was left of it after the revelation that Sirius thought of him while he jerked off).

Remus nodded again. ‘A…alright, so we just...do what we did the other night? No other...touching or anything? Just help each other out a bit - if we can’t find a chick to do it for us, that is,' he added hurriedly.

Sirius grinned and patted Remus' head condescendingly. ‘Exactly. I’m sorry, Moony. I know how hot you are for me, but if it’s a choice between getting off on your, quite frankly, bony body or on a girl’s…’

‘I’d expect nothing less, Padfoot. Of course, the same right to desert you for a bird extends to me as well.’

‘Merlin, that means you’re going to be after me all the time. I don’t know how Mary put up with that skinny arse of yours banging away at her for so long…’

‘Hey!’

Sirius laughed as Remus shoved him in the shoulder then moved swiftly so that the startled werewolf was suddenly lying flat on his back with Sirius leaning over him.

‘No girls here right now, Moony.’

He pushed his hips against Remus' and the werewolf lost all the breath from his lungs when he felt hard flesh drag across his own somewhat turgid cock. His gut twisted with desire as Sirius stared down at him, his grey eyes dancing with mischief, but underpinned by a darker, smouldering need that Remus knew was reflected in his own orbs. Sirius pressed their bodies together again, but this time, the movement made his aches and pains flare up and he reluctantly put some distance between their heated groins.

‘I’m not feeling particularly horny right now, I’m afraid, Padfoot. Undergoing a bone breaking, muscle tearing transformation tends to ruin the mood.’

Sirius’ face lost its teasing countenance and a crease appeared in between his eyes. ‘Am I hurting you?’ He prepared to move but Remus reached up and stopped him before he could think about what he was doing.

‘I never said I wanted you to move. I just meant I didn’t think I was up for what we did the other night.’

Sirius grinned and leaned down until the tips of their noses were touching. ‘So what do you want, Mister Moony?’

Remus hesitated. Sirius had initiated all of their non-platonic contact so far, but this time, he was leaving it up to Remus to make the first move. Remus tried to envision himself leaning forward, capturing Sirius' mouth with his own and snogging him until they were both incoherent. He could see it all too clearly in his mind, but now he had the opportunity to actually do it...

He chickened out.

‘I want some bacon and eggs and then a shower and a very long sleep.’

Sirius looked disappointed for a moment then smiled. He kissed Remus lightly on the nose before he pulled back, climbing off the bed and holding out his hand.

‘I’ll help you up.’

‘I’m naked under this blanket, Pads.’

‘I know.’

Sirius wriggled his eyebrows and Remus laughed, making a shooing motion with his hand.

‘Turn around, tosser.'

With a put-upon sigh, Sirius did what he was told and Remus quickly pulled on his clothes, not seeing Sirius glance over his shoulder as he stood up.

Sirius knew he shouldn't look, told himself not to look, but his head was turning as if it operated independently of the rest of his body and he peered over his shoulder to catch a peek of his friend in the buff.

Sweet Merlin, he’s hung like a fucking centaur!

Sirius turned back around quickly, blood rushing with alarming speed from his head to his own cock which hardened immediately. The sudden migration of vital fluid from his brain caused his head to spin a little and he reached out to steady himself on the wall.

The other night, he’d felt Remus’ erection against his but, what with all the rolling around and thrusting, he hadn’t got a proper idea of exactly how well-hung werewolves apparently were (despite Remus’ earlier admission that he’d been stretching the truth).

He had been surprised and a little confused by his desire to kiss Remus earlier - 'like he was my bloody boyfriend or something' - and now he was absolutely terrified by his immediate and completely carnal reaction to seeing him naked.

He wanted Remus to fuck him.

He wanted to fuck Remus.

He wanted to claim him, to be claimed; to be so deep inside each other that they were ruined for anyone else and, as that thought slammed into him like that Bludger did to James’ cojones last Quidditch match, he felt a swooping sensation in his stomach.

Straight guys who are doing each other a favour occasionally do not fuck each other. I do not want to screw Remus Lupin. I’m not gay.

‘Padfoot, what’s wrong? You’ve gone all pale.’

Sirius turned at the sound of Remus’ voice, seeing the other, now fully dressed boy staring at him with a puzzled expression.

‘Sirius? You look like you’re going to be sick.’

Sirius swallowed hard then took a long, tremulous breath before he tried to smile at Remus.‘I’m alright. I…I’m just a bit hungry, I think.’

Remus smiled and picked up the Invisibility Cloak. ‘It is later than your usual feeding time. I’m not surprised you’re nearly fainting from hunger. Am I going to have to carry you like a swooning maiden to the castle? Should I call your noble stag to collect you?’

‘Bugger off, Lupin. If anyone’s a woman here, it’s you. All skinny and cute and talking about feelings all the time…’

‘You’re the pretty one, remember. I’m very masculine looking compared to you.’

‘You’re as masculine as a fucking tampon.’

Remus snorted and Sirius felt a lot better now that they were two mates joking around again. He was fine - just a weird moment, but it was over now.

I think I’ll find Kelly again tonight though. Just in case.

*~*~*

‘Oh, Sirius!’

He scrunched his face up and buried it in the girl's neck, trying not to let her see how her squealing was irritating him. Kelly had readily agreed to join him in the closet but now he was actually here with her, he was wishing he was almost anywhere else.

‘Baby, kiss me.’

He stifled a sigh and did as he was bid, kissing her hard and fast, trying to recreate that feeling he’d had with Remus the other night, that intensity that had made his heart pound so hard he could almost see it beating under his skin.

‘Ow!’

Kelly pulled away from him and held her mouth. ‘You bit me!’

‘Did I? Sorry.’

Sirius let the sigh escape this time and moved away from her, buttoning up his shirt. ‘Look, I’m sorry. My mind is somewhere else. I...I’ve got an essay I should be doing and I guess I’m just too distracted.’

He tried to ignore the indignant expression on her face as he mumbled a farewell and slipped out of the closet, trudging back to the now-empty common room.

The dorm was quiet and dark when he entered and he hesitated by the door, looking over at Remus’ bed. Why was it that his friend, his male friend, was the only person that inspired a veritable eruption inside of him? Why was he the only one that made him completely lose control and all sense of reason?

Worrying his lip for another moment, he debated with himself then muttered, ‘Ah, fuck it,’ and walked over to the werewolf’s bed, slipping between the curtains.

‘Remus?’

‘Pads?’

Sirius could tell the other boy hadn’t been asleep and the sheets rustled as Remus sat up and murmured ‘Lumos.’

The point of his wand lit up and cast light over them both. Sirius pulled his own out and cast Silencing and Imperturbable Charms on the curtains before he put his wand down on the side table.

‘How was your date?’

Remus’ voice was mild but still, Sirius felt an unusual shot of guilt.

‘Shitty. I just...wasn’t in the mood. She had this awful bloody lipstick on - fucking tasted disgusting.’

The sandy haired boy fought down his smile. The wolf inside him also crowed; triumphant that it and it's human seemed to have won this time.

‘So nothing happened? You didn’t shag her?’

‘Didn’t I just say that?’

Sirius’ sharp tone seemed to linger in the air as Remus remained silent. The dark haired boy sighed - he was doing that a lot tonight.

‘I just didn’t want her. Not tonight.’

He saw Remus nod and stared at the werewolf's face for a long moment. His blue eyes looked huge and dark, and light was glinting off the red threads scattered through his hair. Sirius felt strange, as if he were being heated from the inside out. His skin prickled and he licked his dry lips before swallowing hard against the sudden lump in his throat.

Remus frowned - unnerved by the other boy’s unwavering gaze. ‘What? Pads?’

‘Remus...I...’

He couldn’t get any words out; didn’t know what to say. He didn’t understand this feeling himself. How could he try and find the words to explain it to someone else?

‘Turn the light off.’

Remus did and Sirius heard the dull clunk as the wand joined his own on the side table. His hand found Remus’ leg and he leaned forward, his other hand searching in the inky blackness for the werewolf’s face. Remus’ hands found his first, his lips made contact and they fell back onto the bed in a tangle of tongues and limbs.

Sirius’ hands pulled at his clothing, stripping his shirt and jeans off fast, leaving on only his boxers as Remus, already half naked, pushed down the sheets. Their half-bare bodies came together, then Sirius lost his mind as Remus breathed his name into his ear and clutched at his shoulders.

Sirius prodded the other boy’s legs apart with a knee then moaned when Remus slid his hands down to his arse to help their cocks make more satisfying contact. They rocked together, moaning loudly as erections dragged back and forth over each other. They managed to find a rhythm and ground their hips against each other hard as they explored each other's mouths, tongues mimicking the dance taking place below. Friction soon had them panting fiercely, kisses tapering off as they struggled for breath, lips still brushing.

'Gods, this feels too good.'

The whisper slipped out unbidden from between Sirius' parted, kiss-swollen lips, swallowed almost immediately by Remus and his hungry mouth as lust drove them over the edge.

'Oh, Merlin!'

With his exclamation and a loud moan, Sirius finally got the release he’d been craving, Remus following him closely with a strangled whimper.

This time, they lay together for several minutes, listening to each others’ galloping heart beats, before Sirius murmured a quiet goodnight and moved to his own bed, falling into a contented sleep almost immediately.

Remus, however, lay awake for a long time.

TBC...