It Was Only A Kiss!

Thanks for the reviews, guys! I'll try and keep the updates a bit more regular. :)

Chapter Eighteen

‘How are you feeling, Moony?’

‘I’m fine, Wormtail,' Remus replied, stopping himself from rolling his eyes at the question. 'Just like I was this morning when you asked.’

Peter smiled ruefully. ‘Sorry.’

‘It’s alright,' Remus said, giving him a grateful smile. 'Better you care too much than not enough.’

‘I guess,' Peter said with a shrug then his gaze fell upon a welcome distraction. 'Chess, Moony?’

‘Sure.’

It was a Saturday evening and they'd been back at Hogwarts for two weeks. The Gryffindor students had been especially solicitous to Remus, who was appreciative of their support, but was growing weary of constantly reassuring people that he wasn’t suicidal. He was still missing his mother dreadfully, but he was starting to emerge from the fog that had been surrounding him since he had watched her take last breath.

Being back at school helped.

Being around his friends helped.

Being with Sirius helped.

Peter and James had been hovering around he and Sirius lately; James putting the long-coveted-and-finally-won Lily to the side in favour of his Marauder buddies. The unusual attentiveness made it difficult for Remus to find time with Sirius...anytime they managed to snatch a moment alone, Peter or James would interrupt at the most inopportune moment.

Remus had noticed a particularly edgy Peter sticking close to him today and gave up hope that he'd be able to lure Sirius into a quiet cupboard for a quick fumble. As the werewolf followed the blonde to a deserted corner of the common room, he hoped the other boys would settle down soon - their stalker-like behavious had Remus squirming in sexual frustration.

He and Peter soon became engrossed in the game. Sirius and James watched them for a while, but the energetic duo soon became bored. James, standing and stretching, suggested going up to the dorm to plan their traditional end of year prank and Sirius readily agreed, shooting Remus a little wink before he climbed the stairs after his friend.

‘It’ll have to be something big this time, Prongs,' Sirius declared as they dodged tiny First Years on the way to their dorm. 'It’s our last chance to humiliate them. Gods, this will be fantastic! We haven’t pranked the Slytherins in ages...bloody Evans is a bad influence on you.’

James made a harrumphing noise as they entered the dorm then he threw himself down on Sirius’ bed, his expression grave when he looked at Sirius.

‘Lily is a wonderful influence on me and I’m not the only one who’s whipped these days.’

Sirius froze for a second as he lowered himself to the bed then decided to ignore the comment in the hopes of avoiding the conversation he still wasn't sure he was ready for.

‘So? Ideas? Did you have something in mind already, or...?’

‘Sirius…’

‘I think the Slytherins need a final farewell from us befitting their repulsiveness…’

‘I know about you and Remus.’

Sirius stared at his friend with wide, slightly fearful eyes, then closed them as he sighed and leaned back against the headboard. He and Remus had intended to tell their friends about their relationship when they came back from holidays, but found themselves putting it off, unsure as to how the others would take the change in the dynamics of the group. But it seemed the moment had arrived and Sirius let out a long breath, cursing Remus' absence, before he opened his eyes.

‘What is it you think you know?’ he asked, deciding to see how much James knew already. Perhaps they really didn't need to do this and he could seduce Moony into telling them by himself later.

‘I know there’s been something going on for a while now,' James said.

'Well, that's specific.'

'I know that you’ve been visiting each other’s beds in the middle of the night…' he went on, as if Sirius had not interrupted.

‘We talk…’Sirius said defensively.

James raised a sceptical eyebrow. ‘And that you’re using Silencing spells during those visits…’

‘We don’t want to wake you and Pete when we talk…’ Sirius explained, twisting his fingers.

‘You’ve become almost inseparable…’

‘We’re mates,' Sirius said. 'People said that about us before Evans got her hooks into…’

‘You look at him like I look at Lily.’

Oh, that's the killer.

Sirius opened his mouth then closed it, unable to find a believable excuse to explain that reasoning away. He did look at Remus with that same mixture of longing and adoration (and a tinge of disbelief) that James had in his eyes when he gazed at Lily. He'd caught sight of himself in the mirror once or twice, and Remus had teased him about his moony stares - both of them blushing when he told Sirius to cut it out before everyone figured out they were shagging.

James took his silence as confirmation of his suspicions and crossed his arms over his chest.‘Say it, Sirius.’

‘I…I can’t.’

James snorted and waved a dismissive hand. ‘If you can do it, you can say it.’

More silence then James’ sigh filled the air. ‘Don’t you trust me? You’re my best mate, Padfoot. Do you think there is anything you could tell me that would change that?’

‘I haven’t…said it out loud yet,' Sirius admitted quietly. 'To anyone. Not even Remus.’

James stifled a grin. ‘I would have thought Remus would have an inkling…’he teased and Sirius clenched his jaw as he looked down at the bedspread.

James frowned. ‘Padfoot?’

‘mga’

Jamed cocked his head in confusion and leaned closer.

‘What did you say?’

Sirius' chest rose as he sucked in a long, deep breath then he said,‘I’m gay. Or bi. I’m not sure, but…well, I fancy boys. I fancy Remus.’

James was silent for several excruciating moments and Sirius looked up, prepared to punch, hit, yell - whatever he had to do to defend himself and Remus, but he was surprised by the understanding expression on James’ face.

‘And you and Remus are…together? Not just…’ James closed his eyes for a moment, seeming to gather his strength. ‘Not just shagging?’

Sirius flushed a deep red, but answered, ‘Yes, we're together.’

The understanding on James' face faded, concern supplanting it. ‘Sirius, you have to be very sure about this. You can’t muck around with Moony…’

‘I’m not mucking around with him,' Sirius cried, determined to make James believe him. 'I…I really care about him, James. It’s not like it was with all the girls. I promise.’

‘I hope you’re right, Pads,' James said quietly. 'Because if you’re not, it won’t be just him you hurt. It’ll ruin us - the Marauders. We’ll have to…take sides and I don’t want to do that.’

‘You won’t have to,' Sirius promised. 'I…I really want this. I really want him. It’s never been like this for me before; I've never felt like this...' He bit his lip, frowning. 'Shit, I sound like a bloody bird.’

James chuckled. 'Well, now I know who the girl is.'

Sirius punched him on the upper arm and James smacked him back. They both laughed, the strained, serious atmosphere lightening. James leaned back against the end of the bed, staring at his friend interestedly.

‘Do you think that’s why you’ve never stayed with one girl for long? Because you were a poo…gay?’

Sirius snorted in amusement at James' rapid change of phrase and considered his question.

‘I hadn’t really thought about it like that. Maybe you’re right; maybe I’ve always been a poof and didn’t know it yet. I’ve never fancied another bloke before Remus though…’

‘Perhaps you just needed the right bloke to bring out your fruitiness,' James suggested and Sirius chuckled.

'Yeah, and the right bottle of Firewhiskey.' James looked puzzled, but Sirius just shook his head. ‘So…you knew, huh?’

James shrugged. ‘We’ve suspected for a while now, but it became pretty obvious a few weeks before Easter. Then Lily told me what she saw just when she walked in on you two just before Remus‘ mother died and we saw how you acted with him at the funeral - you were all protective and kept touching him. Pete and I have been trying to figure out a way to talk to you two about it ever since and decided to just bite the bullet today.’

Sirius looked startled. ‘You mean Pete's down in the common room talking to Remus right now…’

‘Yeah,' confirmed James with a wicked grin. 'We didn’t want to bail you both up or anything so we decided to divide and conquer. Poor Wormy. He was so nervous Moony would eat him at the next full moon if we were wrong.'

Sirius laughed. ‘So, you and he are alright with this?' he asked, amusement sliding from his face as James seemed to consider his answer.

James saw his unease and grinned. ‘As long as you keep putting up those Silencing Spells and don’t start dry humping each other like randy dogs in public, we’re fine, Padfoot.’

Sirius grinned in relief. 'Thanks, mate.'

James made a resigned face. 'Ah, well. Who am I to begrudge you two getting laid? Even if you had to resort to each other to get some. You and Remus...' He shook his head in disbelief. 'Who would have thought it? I guess opposites attract.'

‘Yeah, I guess,' Sirius said, a gentle smile lighting up his face as he thought of Remus' kisses, of his touch. 'He’s…pretty amazing.’

James nodded his head slowly, staring in wonderment at Sirius. 'Oh, Merlin,' he whispered, sitting up ramrod straight. 'You just...lit up. You're thinking about him and you...' His mouth fell open as he watched colour infuse Sirius' cheeks. 'This really isn't just shagging, is it? You're in lo...'

Sirius interrupted before James could utter the words he was positive he wasn't ready to use.

‘I wonder how Pete’s getting on down there.’ James was still staring at him,dumbstruck, so he threw a pillow at his face and stood up. 'Let's go find out.'


~*~*~

‘Are you alright, Wormy?’ Remus asked in concern.

Peter looked up, an almost frightened expression on his face. ‘Yeah, I’m fine, Moony. Why?’

‘Pete, you’re losing,' Remus said slowly, enunciating every word carefully. 'You're losing to me. What’s going on?’

‘Are you gay?’ he blurted out then his eyes widened in shock at his own words.

Remus blinked a few times, staring at Peter, who looked as though he was about to wet himself. He glanced over his shoulder at the nearly-empty common room to ensure they were alone in their corner then he turned back and nodded.

‘Yes,' he said softly. 'I am.’

Peter looked surprised that he hadn’t tried to deny it and asked his next question more confidently.

‘And so is Sirius?’

‘You’ll have to talk to him about that.’

Peter frowned. ‘I thought you were together?’

A reluctant smile spread across Remus’ face. He was surprised at how good it sounded to have their relationship acknowledged out loud by someone else.

‘How long have you known?’ he asked, tilting his head to the side as he searched Peter's face for condemnation.

‘A while,' Peter admitted. 'James and I talked it over and decided to ask you both about it today.’

‘So that’s why he dragged Sirius upstairs?’Remus asked, grinning at the thought of James grilling Sirius.

‘Yeah,' Peter said with a smile, obviously sharing Remus' pleasure at the thought of the confident Animagus on the back foot. 'He thought it might be a bit…confronting to corner you both but, well, we wanted you to know we’re alright with…with you being…gay and…together.' Peter paused, both of them realising Remus had never really answered the question. 'If you are together…’

‘We are,' Remus confirmed with a little smile. 'We just haven’t had a lot of time to get used to it ourselves. We were going to tell you once we were more comfortable with it.’

He looked around again, seeing no one nearby but making sure his voice stayed low. ‘No one else can know, Pete. We aren’t ready for that.’

Peter nodded, looking a litte offended that Remus had felt he'd had to reiterate the need for discretion.

‘So, you won’t be…doing stuff in front of us, then?’ he asked tentatively, a pleading look on his face.

Remus grinned. ‘No. As much as I appreciate your support, I know there will be some limits to your tolerance,' he said, chuckling at the expression of relief on Peter’s face. ‘Did you think I would suddenly start bending him over the couch and pounding him while we’re studying?’

‘Oh, I wish you would!’

Sirius whipped the Cloak off himself and James, who didn’t look as thrilled about Remus’ suggestion as Sirius did.

‘Although, we haven’t yet determined who the bottom is, Mister Moony,' he teased. 'Why do you assume it would be me doing the bending?’

‘Because you’re obviously more effeminate than me, Mister Padfoot,' Remus retorted, face going pink as he stared at James who smiled and nodded his acceptance.

‘Hush your mouth, Moonboy,' Sirius said, throwing himself down on the arm of Remus' chair and making it creak threateningly. 'Just because I’m pretty doesn’t mean I’m a girl.’

‘You squeal like a girl,' Remus said with a raised eyebrow.

‘Whoa!‘

James’ exclamation made them all look at him as he pulled a startled Peter to his feet. ‘And that is where we take our leave, gentlemen. I have no desire to discover how it is you have that information, Moony. It’s bad enough I know you have that information.’

Remus burst out laughing and Sirius chortled as he spoke. ‘Do you want us to confirm or deny your suspicions about how he stumbled across that knowledge, Prongs?’

James looked horrified. ‘Hell no! Come on, Pete. I’m in need of some heterosexual activity. Let’s go and find someone with breasts to snog or a Slytherin to prank.’

Peter grinned and followed James out the portrait hole. Sirius turned to Remus, who was packing up the chess set. He watched those long fingers for a moment as they closed around each piece, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight as he realised how long it had been since those fingers had been wrapped around his favourite appendage.

‘I squeal like a girl, huh?’he asked, grey eyes rising to Remus' face.

The werewolf flushed as he glanced back at Sirius. ‘You’ve been known to on occasion.’

Sirius smirked and leaned closer, putting his hand on Remus' lower back. ‘Want to make me squeal now?’ he whispered and Remus fumbled the last of the chess pieces which clattered onto the board.

He picked them up with noticeably trembling fingers then turned to Sirius and smiled a broad smile that made Sirius ache in places that were entirely non-sexual.

‘I’d be delighted, Mister Padfoot.’

~*~*~

They walked up to the dorm, Remus asking about Sirius’ conversation with James, pleased to discover their friends were accepting of the new status quo.

‘He said he’s fine with it as long as we keep the Silencing Spells up,' Sirius said, then his eyes lit up mischieviously. 'Hey, we should do it on his bed!’

Remus chuckled and shrugged his jacket off, throwing it into his open trunk. ‘It’d scar him for life.’

Sirius' eyes ran over Remus' chest as he murmured,‘Don’t know why. I can’t see how he’d prefer Evans and her big boobs over you.’ He grabbed a handful of Remus’ t-shirt and pulled him closer, planting his lips on the werewolf’s throat and sucking lightly.

Remus made a little noise of pleasure then reminded Sirius of his previous preferences. ‘You used to prefer big boobs over scars and dicks not so long ago, Padfoot.’

‘Yeah, well, that was before I knew what I was missing out on,' Sirius replied, his voice muffled against Remus' skin.

He made a growling noise and pushed Remus down onto the bed, waving his wand and casting the necessary spells before throwing it down and stripping his clothes off fast. Remus hastily copied him and as his pants hit the floor, Sirius fell down on top of him, kissing him hungrily.

Sirius rocked against Remus, their hard, naked cocks grinding deliciously against each other, then his eager mouth burnt a blazing trail over the other boy’s body until he reached his navel. Remus moaned, arching up in encouragement, but Sirius paused, suddenly recalling an illustration in one of his newly-aqcuired porn magazines. He smirked then startled Remus by rolling off him and flipping his body so his cock was suddenly bobbing next to the brown haired boy’s face.

‘Ah, Sirius…?’ Remus said in surprise, his voice cracking a little as he stared at the flushed phallus.

Sirius looked down at Remus and shuffled back so Remus' cock was poised in front of his mouth. 'I thought we could try something new.’

‘Bored with our sex life already?’ Remus asked, eyes still fixed on Sirius' cock.

‘Impatient,' Sirius mumbled, Remus' fascination sending even more blood south and he thought he might just explode from the intensity of the other boy's gaze.

As if to prove his point, Sirius rolled onto his side and drew the werewolf’s cock into his warm mouth, immediately taking as much as he could inside the orifice. Remus groaned and for a moment laid back and enjoyed the sensation of that glorious mouth wrapped around him. It was the insistent batting of Sirius’ cock at his chin that made him laugh and shift so he could access the other boy’s leaking erection.

Teasing the impatient Animagus with little nips and licks was fun for a minute until Sirius let out a warning growl and dragged his teeth not-so-gently up Remus’ shaft. With a little yelp, Remus set to his task with an enthusiasm that quickly bought Sirius to the edge. Remus moaned, deep and low, and the vibrations knocked his partner off the precipice, Sirius thrusting hard into the werewolf’s greedy mouth as he came loudly and more powerfully than he had in a fortnight.

He fell onto his back, forgetting for long moments about Remus’ neglected erection as he tried to return his respiration and heart rate to normal rhythms.

‘Have you forgotten about me?’

Sirius let out a bark of laughter when he heard the plaintive voice and rolled over, shifting so he was kneeling between Remus’ legs.

‘Something this large is very hard to overlook, Moony,' he teased, licking a stripe up the underside of Remus' cock, feeling the vein pulsing under his tongue.

‘Could you possibly get on with it then?' Remus asked, his sweet tone underpinned by frustration. 'I think my balls are going blue.’

Sirius laughed again and lowered his head to the hair sprinkled sac. ‘Nope. Not blue yet.’

He took a testicle into his mouth and sucked lightly, sending a jolt of electricity right through Remus’ centre.

‘Oh, that’s good,' he said breathlessly.

Sirius mumbled an agreement and Remus chuckled. ‘It’s not nice to talk with your mouth full, Pads.’

Sirius let go of him with a pop and bit his inner thigh. ‘Cheeky bugger,' he said with a grin, eyeing Remus contemplatively then he put two fingers to Remus’ lips. ‘Suck. Lube me up, baby.’

Remus frowned at the soppy endearment, but had no choice to obey the command as Sirius jammed the fingers into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the digits, making Sirius moan a little as he was reminded of how that tongue had made that motion around his cock just a minute earlier. When the fingers were dripping with saliva, Sirius withdrew them, then kissed Remus fast before the other boy could ask what he was up to.

As the kiss grew heated, Remus giving himself over to that talented tongue, Sirius slid his hand between them, past the heavy, tight sac and touched a wet finger to the pucker below. Remus jumped a little at the sensation, tearing his mouth from Sirius’.

‘Wh…what…?’

‘I told you I wanted to try something new.’ Sirius saw the apprehension in the blue eyes and frowned. ‘If you don’t want me to, Remus, I won’t.’

Sirius saw the apprehension in Remus' eyes and wondered if he'd moved too fast.

‘Bad idea, Moony?’ he asked, ridiculously relieved when Remus shook his head.

‘No. Good idea; execution…well, we’ll see.’

Sirius smiled. ‘Is that a “go ahead and invade my virgin arse, Padfoot”?’

‘That’s a “let’s give it a try and, for Merlin's sake, go slow”,’ Remus corrected, giving Sirius a warning look.

Sirius grinned and kissed him again, his talented lips doing some of their best work, but Remus’ attention was focused on that one finger tip that was circling the entrance to his body with gradually increasing pressure. Sirius noticed his preoccupation and rolled his already semi-erect cock against Remus’ hard flesh and saw the werewolf’s attention jolt back to him.

‘Relax, Moony.’

As he crooned the reassuring words, he carefully pushed on the centre of the pucker and with a hiss from the other boy, he was inside the incredibly tight backside of Remus Lupin.

‘Shit, you give 'tight arse' new meaning,' he teased. Remus looked mortified and Sirius chuckled and kissed him. ‘Please don’t worry. I…I did some reading about this and I want to try it.’

He moved his finger and Remus sucked in a breath. ‘You r…read a book?’

Sirius grinned, withdrawing his finger until only the tip was still inside the other boy then he pushed it agonisingly slowly back into him, seeing Remus bite down hard on his lip.

‘Never doubt my dedication to learning when it comes to the art of getting laid, Moony.’

Remus’ mouth opened to comment, but Sirius pushed the finger deeper inside him and all that came out of the werewolf's mouth was a loud gust of air.

‘How’s it feel?’Sirius asked, his voice a little faint as he tried to ignore how hot and tight Remus' body was.

‘Weird.’

‘Is that a slur on my skills?’ Sirius asked, slightly offended by Remus' comment.

Remus bit his lip. ‘No, just a statement of fact; things generally don’t go in there…’

Sirius smiled, but his voice held a hint of vulnerability when he spoke. ‘Good weird? I can stop if it's uncomfortable, Remus…’

‘Don’t stop,' Remus interrupted hastily. 'It's a good weird, I promise.’

Sirius smiled and their lips came together again softly, gently, as Sirius adjusted his position to allow their cocks could rub over each other while his finger delved the last unexplored crevice of Remus’ body. When the other boy’s body relaxed around the digit, Sirius added another, watching Remus’ face carefully then smiling against his lips when the werewolf’s moan was one of pleasure rather than discomfort.

Soon, the rocking of their hips became less smooth, less measured and Remus was bearing down hard on Sirius’ invading fingers. The brunette adjusted his position to get more friction on his erection and his fingers shifted. Suddenly, Remus jerked as if an electric current had just shot through him.

‘Fuck!’

‘Did that hurt?’ Sirius asked in concern, preparing to withdraw, but Remus grabbed his wrist.

‘Hell, no. Shit! Do that again,' he demanded and Sirius' eyes widened.

‘What did I do?’ he asked and Remus shook his head.

‘I don’t know but whatever it was, Sweet Merlin, Sirius, I will let you fuck me into this bed right now if you just find it again.’

Sirius beamed. Given the previously reluctant werewolf's eagerness, he realised he must have found that spot the book mentioned and it obviously felt as good as the guide had promised.

Now he just had to remember what it was he’d done.

It took several seconds of impatient fumbling before he felt his middle finger hit something spongy and Remus let out a high-pitched yelp then a loud curse. Sirius started then realised he'd found the magic button.

‘That’s it?’

‘Oh, shit! Yes. Fuck!’

Sirius aimed for it now and was both amused and fascinated by Remus’ reaction. The quiet, shy boy was now a writhing, cursing entity and Sirius loved this particular transformation. His hand reached for Remus’ cock, stroking fast and furious, and the other boy was almost immediately yelling his name as he arched off the bed, coming in powerful bursts.

He was still trying to catch his breath when Sirius pulled his fingers out of him roughly and sat back, eyes fixed on Remus as he tugged his own dick hard and soon, he was moaning loudly as he climaxed again, come splattering over Remus' already soiled abdomen.

Remus pried open his eyes as he felt Sirius crawl up the bed to collapse across his chest with a curse.

‘Fuck, Rem!’

‘Yeah.’

‘Good?’

‘You could say that.’

There was a moment of silence then Sirius asked:

‘Will you do it to me next time?’

‘Hell, yes.’

TBC...