Possessing and Caressing Me.

Sirius was slumped against the wall of the Shack, one arm drawn across his middle, his other arm hanging at his side, a joint dangling limply between his fingers. His neck was arched, his head leaned back on the wooden surface, a goofy grin on his face, occasionally a slurred snicker escaping his lips. “Man, you gotta try it, Moony.”

Crouched on the floor next to Sirius, his knees drawn to his chest, Remus looked up at his best friend, an amused look on his face. “I don’t want to get stupid like you are right now.”

“Aaaw, come on!” Sirius exclaimed jovially, and stretched his long legs out, then slowly let his back slide down the wall, landing with a thud on the floor next to Remus, and let out a giggle. “Come on, Moony. Try it.” He lolled his head in Remus’ direction, his eyes slightly glazed, his lips in a lopsided smirk. Sirius held the spliff out in front of Remus’ face. “Come on.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Come on, Moony. It ain’t going to bite you.” Sirius thrust the joint in Remus’ face.

“I said, no.” Remus pulled his legs in tighter, scrunching his face up at the scent of the pungent smoke wafting from the tip of the lit joint.

Sirius watched his best friend do this, and chortled. “Come on, Moony. Nothing is going to happen to you.” As if to make his point, Sirius brought the joint to his lips, drew in a deep drag, and held his breath, his eyes watering slightly. After a few beats, he let his breath back out and coughed, laughing at the same time. “See? Nothing to it,” he spoke in a hoarse voice.

Remus quirked his brow, pursed his lips and watched his friend cough and splutter. “I said, no.”

“Aaw, come on.”

“No.”

“Come on!”

“No!”

“Please?”

“Okay, fine.” Remus dashed his hand up and hastily took the spliff from Sirius’ hand, holding it gingerly in his fingers and peering at it. “Okay, now what?”

Sirius burst into a fit of pot-induced giggles, leaning in against Remus and nudging him. “Stick it in your mouth and breathe in, you idiot.”

“I’m not an idiot!” Remus shot back, glancing from the joint to his friend then back again.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. You’re not an idiot. Now just take a drag.” Sirius moved his head down and leaned it against Remus’ shoulder, watching the other scrutinize the joint. Remus was so earnest, so resolute and deep-thinking compared to Sirius, who was a flippant, jocund type, always ready to pull the punches, always the rascally joker. But Sirius was, of course, also capable of deep-thought, and had found himself watching Remus closer than he normally did of late, noticing how the quiet teen spoke, or how he cast amused glances at Sirius or James when they mucked around, or how his brow furrowed when concentrating hard on something. Like he was now.

Remus could sense that Sirius was watching him closely, and turned his head to look down at his dark haired friend. “What are you looking at?”

“I’m watching you study that thing like it has fangs.”

“I’m not looking at it like it has fangs.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not!”

“You are.”

“I am not!” Remus pulled his mouth into a thin line, gave Sirius an indignant look, then moved the spliff to his lips and dragged in it hard, feeling the burning, acrid smoke billow down his throat. He instantly began to cough, dropping his legs from their drawn position to a cross-legged one and lurched forwards, spluttering hard into his hand.

Sirius laughed, sat upright and began to bang Remus’ back. “There you go. See? Not that bad, is it?”

“Not that bad?” Remus rasped in a choked voice incredulously once his coughing had subsided, turning his head to look at his friend, his eyes red and watering. “What the fuck do you mean not that bad? I nearly gagged to death.”

“No, you didn’t, you drama queen.” Sirius patted Remus’ back more gently, chortling.

“I’m not a drama queen,” Remus replied in a scratchy voice, a tear trickling down his cheek from both the fumes and the coughing.

“Yes, you are,” Sirius responded matter-of-factly, moving his hand towards Remus’ face and gently wiping the rivulet from his friend’s cheek with his thumb. “Now have another. It gets better. Trust me.”

“I’m not having another drag of this shit.”

“Just do it.”

“No.”

“Stop fucking arguing, Moony, and take another drag.”

Feeling his head swim slightly, Remus quieted and found himself obeying Sirius, bringing the joint back to his lips and taking another drag, another fit of coughing erupting from him, and he thrust the joint back towards Sirius, grey misty smoke puffing out of his nose and mouth. “Here,” he croaked.

“Cheers, mate,” Sirius replied, deftly swiping the joint out of Remus’ clutches and taking it straight to his lips for another drag.

Overcoming his gags, Remus slumped back against the wall, dropped his hands to his lap, his head thumping against it, and he gazed ahead of him, feeling lightheaded, giddy and somewhat happier.

Sirius pursed his lips and blew the smoke out in the air, letting his own head loll back against the wall. “Feeling any better yet?” He saw Remus nod, looking somewhat dazed, and added, “Told you.” Sirius moved back down and leaned against Remus’ shoulder again, outstretching his arm and propping his elbow on his knee, the joint dangling from his fingers.

“Do you normally come up here to the Shack for a joint?” Remus asked in a spaced out manner.

“Yeah. Who’s to find me here?”

“Oh. I see.” Remus let his head lag to the side and rested his cheek atop of Sirius’ crown, staring ahead of him. “Wow. I feel weird.”

“It feels good, though, right?”

“Oh, yeah.” Remus moved his hand up and leaned it on Sirius’ knee.

“Want some more?” Sirius held the remainder of the joint over to Remus, who reached across and plucked it from his friend’s fingers and drew it to his lips for another drag, only coughing slightly this time. As he did so, Sirius inclined his head to watch Remus closely. “You’re a good mate, Remus,” Sirius finally said, moving his hand across to the other’s that was still on his knee and placing his palm atop of it. “You know that?”

Remus moved the joint from his lips and looked down at Sirius’ hand on his, grinning softly. “Yeah. I know. You’re a good mate, too, when you’re not being an arse.”

“I’m never an arse.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not.”

“Pfft.”

“Pfft, yourself, Moony.”

“Ah, shut up, Sirius,” Remus said in a slurred fashion, and began to laugh. “You’re an arse, and that’s final.” Remus turned his head towards Sirius and lightly pressed his lips against his friend’s forehead in a quick peck. “So, shut the fuck up.”

“You ought to get stoned more often, Moony. You’re much more relaxed when you are.” Sirius shifted closer to Remus and sat up straight, taking his hand from his friend’s and reaching across to take the joint from him.

“Whaddya mean, more relaxed?”

Sirius took a drag of the joint and lowered it again, blowing the smoke out to the side. “You’re such an uptight, anally retentive bastard, Moony. But, now? Now, you’re not.”

Remus let out a laugh, turning his head to look at Padfoot, lifting his hand to Sirius’ hair and softly pushing them back from his face. “You’re a fucker, Padfoot.”

“See? You never call me Padfoot unless you’re relaxed.”

“Yeah, well I’m relaxed right now.” Remus spread his fingers and raked them through Sirius’ hair, studying his face with a grin.

“And you never grin like that unless you’re relaxed.”

“I’m grinning like this because I’m stoned.”

“Which brings me back to the point that you ought to get stoned more often, Moony. It suits you.”

Remus was giggling now, running his hand through Sirius’ hair one last time, then moving his hand to Sirius’ cheek, pressing his palm against it. “You’re a fucker, like I said,” Remus replied, and moved in and pressed his lips briefly against Sirius’.

Sirius stiffened and widened his eyes in surprise at his friend’s lips on his. “What are you doing?” he asked when Remus moved back.

“What’s it look like?”

“You kissed me.”

“Well spotted.”

“Why?”

“You didn’t like me doing that?”

Sirius looked flustered. “I…I…”

Remus chortled, his hand still on his friend’s face, and he rubbed his thumb over his cheek again, then moved back in and pressed his lips against Sirius’ again, lingering them a bit longer, then moved away again. “You look cute when you’re like that.”

Sirius’ face was now red and he looked bewildered. “Li-like what?”

“Like how you are now.” Remus shifted on the spot and faced Sirius, moved his other hand to his friend’s face, then closed the distance between them, this time kneading his lips carefully and gently over Sirius’.

Sirius was shocked, at first, and the spliff which was dangling from his fingers slipped out of his grasp and fell to the floor. Staring at Remus as the other closed his eyes and kissed him so tenderly, Sirius, slowly began to return the kiss, moving his lips in time with Remus. He broke the kiss after a moment and stared at Remus, his breath short and fast. “What are we doing?”

Remus licked his lips, just as breathless as Sirius, and shook his head. “I don’t know,” then moved back in and kissed Sirius again, more deeply, pressing his tongue against his friend’s lips and snaking it passed his teeth, meeting Sirius’ warm, slick muscle and languidly caressing it with his own. Sirius’ hands went up to Remus’ face just as Remus lowered his to his friend’s chest, and slowly traced his fingers down until he reached the hem of his shirt and slipped his fingers underneath it to feel Sirius’ soft, warm skin.

“Remus…” Sirius muttered as his friend pulled away, disappointed at the break of contact. Remus reached down to the hem of his own shirt, furled it in his hands and slowly drew the clothing off his body, revealing his white, slender form and dusted pink nipples. He balled the fabric in his hand and tossed it to the side, moving back in towards Sirius and pressing his lips against his neck again, grasping the at the material of Sirius’ shirt and pulling it off, tossing it to the side like he did with his own.

“What are we doing?” Sirius asked again in a hushed voice as Remus pushed him backward to the floor, reaching up to touch his friend’s nipples, feeling them swirl and tighten under his fingertips.

“I don’t know,” Remus replied once more, laying down on top of Sirius and claiming his lips with his own, tenderly caressing the other’s bare chest, feeling the ripples of his muscles and the contours of his ribs. Slowly, he snaked his appendages down over his stomach towards his waistband, propping his weight on one arm and his knees as he undid Sirius’ trousers, breaking the kiss and staring lustfully down at Sirius as his friend moved his own hands to Remus’ trousers and unsnapped the button, then the fly. Remus folded the flaps of the other’s trousers back, looking down and seeing the shape of his hard cock through his boxers, a small wet patch over the spot where he had leaked pre-cum.

Sirius tugged at Remus’ trousers, pulling them over his hips, tagging his boxers with them, the elastic of the undergarment snagging against Remus’ erection and causing it to slap against his abdomen, a spot of pre-cum dripping off on to Sirius. Gulping, the dark haired teen glanced down at his friend’s turgid length, and tentatively touched it, letting the tips of his digits briefly skim across the surface of his swollen head, making Remus groan loudly. Remus briefly sat back on his haunches, curled his fingers into Sirius’ opened trousers and worked them off his hips, Sirius helping him by shifting his hips up until the clothing was down his thighs.

Remus then moved back down towards Sirius, meeting his lips in a passionate kiss, rolling down to the side of his friend and stroking his stomach. Sirius shifted towards Remus, touching his bare chest, and slowly snaking his digits down over his stomach towards his cock, curling his hand around the thick, hot shaft. Remus groaned loudly again, moving his own phalanges to Sirius’ phallus, and they began to stroke each other, kissing deeply, lashing each other’s mouths with their tongues. They firmly pumped the other, rocking their hips in time with their ministrations, groaning and sighing.

“God, Remus,” Sirius muttered in between kisses, letting out a gasp, arching his back and bucking his hips. Remus could feel Sirius getting harder and harder with each stroke, and listened to his friend’s ragged breath, pulling away to watch his face. Sirius’ eyes squeezed shut and his mouth agape, feeling his climax approaching hard, and within minutes, his cock was spewing out his seed over the floor and on Remus’ hand, shuddering violently and uttering Remus’ name as his friend milked him, Remus coming straight after that. They continued to pump each other’s dowels until they were both completely spent.

Lying next to each other, catching their breaths, they pulled apart and remained silent for a few moments, the smell of their sex permeating the air, their lips red and swollen from their passionate kissing, their groins throbbing as their orgasms slowly ebbed away. Finally, Sirius cleared his throat and said in a quiet voice, “I wonder what was in that joint?”

Remus began to laugh, taking his hand away from Sirius’ spent organ rolled on to his back, looking over at him. “I don’t know, but it certainly got me relaxed.”

It was Sirius’ turn to laugh, and he reached down to his trousers, digging into his pockets and pulling his wand out. “When I said relaxed, I wasn’t expecting you to be that relaxed.” He watched Remus’ face flush a deep crimson, chuckling, and performed a few cleaning spells on the floor and on their hands where their leavings had landed. He then put his wand back into his pocket, grasped his pants and pulled them up over his hips and did the button and zipper, then propped himself up on his elbows, looking at Remus. “I think you should join me on a few more secret trips here for a joint, don’t you?” Sirius asked with a smirk.

Remus grinned, his face still flushed. “I think that’d be good,” he said quietly, rucking his pants over his hips and doing them up. Remus then pulled himself into a sitting position, raised his hand to his head and pushed his hair from his forehead.

“Like I said, you ought to get stoned more often, Moony,” Sirius said, sitting up and reaching out for Remus’ hand, grasping it firmly.

“Don’t be an arse, Sirius,” Remus replied, squeezing Sirius’ hand.

“I’m not being an arse.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“Pfft.”

“Pfft, yourself.” Sirius moved in towards Remus and gave him a kiss on the lips.

“You’re such a fucker, Padfoot.”

“Yep, being relaxed suits you, Moony.”