Attraction

Warnings: This story is slash (male/male), so don’t say I didn’t warn you. There are also minors involved. Further: oral, anal, (language?), PWP and I don’t really know whether it’s a lemon. ^^

Hm, hard to believe i wrote this two years ago ... seems like yesterday ...

... anyway, enjoy.

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Divination: star charts, angles, boredom.
Sirius looked up from his work and gazed into the brilliantly blue sky.
The fumes made him feel dizzy. (they were burning herbs to try and predict their future)
Swimming, that was what he wanted; swimming with the one he loved … the one that meant more than the world to him … the one right beside him; the dark blonde hair falling in slight waves, hazel eyes gazing at the teacher as he faked interest.
Sirius knew that the only stellar thing Moony was interested in was the moon.
He smiled at his own situation: The dark-haired beauty he was (not that he considered himself beautiful, of course …) sitting in a hot classroom on a winter’s day within inches of the person he loved too much to just tell him.
He feared to ruin this wonderful friendship they were sharing; didn’t want to somehow hurt the other boy with his words.
So he just kept behaving the way he always did.
He was a very “touchy” person, meaning that he tended to touch everybody and everything, just because he felt like it; he didn’t touch Moony, though.
He always thought a single touch would give away his feelings, would make the feeling of despair that was always clinging to Sirius’ insides, worse.
Why did he have to fall for his best friend?!
There were so many gorgeous boys around! Why Remus?!
If it had been James, the whole thing would have been much less complicated: James was a straight-forward person and he would have found a way to combine relationship and friendship.
Sirius sighed heavily, causing Moony to look around at him, smiling.
“Only ten more minutes to go”, he whispered into his friend’s ear, his breath making Sirius shudder pleasantly.

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Fifteen minutes later the four friends were climbing down the silver ladder, more than ready for a stroll in the snow.
Peter and James immediately indulged in a snowball fight, leaving Sirius and Remus standing next to each other, watching.
‘Talk to him now’, Sirius’ conscience urged him, causing him to cast around for the right words.
Feeling Moony’s eyes on him, he turned to face the other boy.
“You’re cute, when you’re looking so desperate.” Remus spoke in a rather casual voice, but his face was alive with a smile and he was blushing very slightly.
Sirius laughed. It was a laugh of relief, though he wasn’t sure whether Moony would recognize it for what it was.
Without thinking, Sirius closed the space between them, gripping Remus’ upper arms tightly and pressing his lips to the other boy’s that eagerly parted to return the kiss.
Sirius felt as though he would laugh, cry, break down and jump around all at the same time, but being preoccupied as he was, he just smiled against Remus’ lips and slipped one hand onto the boy’s back.
*
James looked up from the snowball he had been forming in his hands to check whether his friends were watching, lest they miss the absolutely fabulous hit he was about to score, but found himself dropping the snowball by accident upon seeing Sirius and Remus standing there, kissing tenderly.
Knowing Peter’s attitude towards homosexuality, he quickly bewitched a couple of snowballs to chase Peter, thus distracting him from this little, romantic scene.
*
Sirius eventually broke the kiss, rest his forehead against Remus’, smiling broadly.
Remus licked his lips tentatively, then backed away ever so slightly, taking Sirius’ hand and, turning, Sirius saw James walking up to them, grinning.
“I could do with some tea, what about you?”

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Tea at Hagrid’s was as cheerful as ever; Peter arriving half an hour later, panting and red in the face, gave them quite a laugh; he had managed to escape the snowballs by entering the hut, or at least he thought so.
James chuckled as he watched the snowballs hovering in front of the door, waiting for Peter.

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Sirius and Remus decided to take another walk after sunset, hidden under James’ Cloak.
Arms around each other’s backs they walked the grounds, the moonlit snow crunching under their slippers (they hadn’t bothered to change into proper clothing except for their cloaks).
Upon reaching the lake, they took off the Invisibility Cloak to sit on it.
Sitting didn’t remain their only task for long, though.
Remus had been staring up into the starry sky when Sirius turned his head around, capturing his lips in a melting kiss.
Remus sighed, plunging his tongue into Sirius’ mouth.
*
‘Oh, my god!’ Remus felt a surge of burning heat rush through his body, rendering him breathless and hard with desire.
He moved his hands up Sirius’ thighs, undoing the buttons of the other boy’s cloak, not caring for the fact that it was cold and they were out in the snow.
He broke the kiss, nuzzling Sirius’ neck as he slid the cloak off his shoulders; not pausing to think he ran his hands from Sirius’ shoulders to his stomach and up again, pushing him gently down onto the cloak.
He let out a longing moan as he straddled the boy and looked down at the beautiful face, glowing and framed by black hair and snow.
Oh, how he wanted him!
*
Sirius couldn’t do anything but smile when Remus pushed him down, sitting on his lap, making him gasp at the friction.
He reached up, wanting to feel Remus, and pulled him down into a kiss he had wanted for half an eternity.
He felt his hands slide down Remus’ chest, glad that Remus’ coat had a zipper; he really didn’t have the patience to deal with more than one button now.
Remus cast the coat off his shoulders, quickly getting rid of his pyjama shirt as well, before leaning back down, nudging Sirius’ chin with his nose, then trailing his tongue up his throat to linger at his lips, eagerly connecting their lips once again, while he fought with Sirius’ pyjamas.
Sirius shuddered at the feeling of these hands brushing his skin now and then while Remus was undoing the buttons.
Once it was done there was an explosion of heat on Sirius’ skin as Remus brought down his lips to kiss the creamy skin.
Their surroundings faded and for just one second Sirius felt like laughing at himself for going crazy with some licking, thinking what he would feel like when and if they really got down to it.
He let his head sink into the snow, arching his back into Remus’ fingers’ touch on his stomach, slender digits travelling swiftly to his hips, stretching the trousers, ready to pull them down.
Sirius gave a growl, indicating his impatience, gently pushing against Remus’ shoulders to make him go faster.
Remus got the message, licking, kissing and sucking his way down to his hipbones.
He lingered there for some time, sucking on the thin skin and causing Sirius to give a guttural sound, before suddenly stopping and placing his lips on the base of where Sirius wanted them to be, flicking his tongue up and down quickly, letting it explore the length.
With a feeling that was unlike anything Sirius had ever experienced, he came, his head pressing into the frozen ground, his back arched as far as possible, eyes closed and mouth opened slightly.
*
Remus watched the fierce flush slowly fade from Sirius’ cheeks while he recovered.
Lying on his stomach, with his trousers still on, he put out a hand, stroking some strands of hair out of Sirius’ still face.
The boy was panting, eyes still closed, the thinnest layer of sweat shining on his chest and smooth forehead.
Remus thought he might come just looking at him.
He gently kissed the tender spot just underneath his ear, making him open his eyes and smile before kissing Remus quickly and then, without warning, rolling onto him, pinning him down to prevent non-existent protest while he pulled down Remus’ trousers and cast them away.
*
Remus felt these icy fingers encounter his body; starting off his lips, down his chin, over his throat, to his collar where they stopped to be joined by lips and a tongue and a strong sucking feeling that made him sigh and struggle very slightly, his crotch rubbing against Sirius’ hardness as he did so. He gasped at the sensation.
*
With a grin, Sirius straightened up, his fingers resuming their trip down Remus’ body, circling his nipples, caressing the sides of his waist, before slowing down slightly, as one wandered his thigh with a lightness reminiscent of a feather and the other continued the pressure on his hips while Sirius kneeled between Remus’ legs.
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Remus wondered what was about to come next, though of course he knew the answer.
“Have you ever done this before?”, he heard himself ask, his voice sounding dim and husky. Why did he have to ask?! Sirius would stop and the wonderful prospect of being fucked would be no more than a wet dream … speaking of which, the snow was beginning to drench the cloak he was laying on, making him shiver slightly.
Sirius had just found his wand.
“Nope”, he said without looking up from his task, “but I’ve done a bit of reading …”
Remus felt relieved.
1) Sirius wasn’t going to not fuck him because of his silly question, and 2) he didn’t have to worry about behaving as though he wasn’t still a virgin …
He was interrupted in his thoughts by a cold and slick finger sliding into him.
The feeling was odd, making him gasp and clench his muscles, when a movement of said finger caused all the muscle-clenching to dissolve at once, wringing another moan from his lips.
Sirius smiled in triumph, muttering something like “Passion after sunset” and “so the spot does exist …”
Remus was about to ask what that was about, when a second finger pushed into him.
He writhed when the spot was hit again, tension subsiding, lust and arousal multiplying.
For a very short period of time, a third icy finger was inserted – just in case, as Sirius stated – then all were removed and replaced by a heat that made Remus utter a scream of surprise.
Sirius now placed his hands on either side of Remus’ neck, able to hold him in place.
Then he moved forward, drawing a huge breath, his eyes opened wide, while Remus winced, not entirely sure, whether he wanted this to stop or to go on.
“Sirius …”, he whispered.
“Hush, love, let me blur the line between pleasure and pain.” Sirius obviously had trouble controlling himself; his voice was slurred, his eyes misted over and his arms were quivering slightly.
He moved back a little. “Ready?”
Without waiting for the other boy’s reply, he thrust his hips forward again, gasping, causing Remus to draw a sharp breath. Just as he wanted to complain about the pleasure missing, it washed over him, deliciously smothering him under waves of prickling and burning and absolutely blissful sensations.
Sirius moved forth once more, leaning in so that his abdomen was brushing against Remus’ erection.
Remus felt like he was being torn into pieces, but in a positive way. The waves crushed him completely, colours and stars appearing before his wide-open eyes; his hands slapped down in the snow while his whole body went limp.
Barely a second afterwards, he felt a hot surge rush through him and, seeing Sirius’ arms give way, managed to roll over so that he wouldn’t be buried by the other boy, who had now placed his head against Remus’ shoulder, wet hair tickling his chest and back.
As soon as Remus felt his heartbeat slow down again, he started freezing, the full impact of the coldness around them hitting him.
He retrieved his soaking clothesand, after having wrapped himself in his coat, urged Sirius to do the same.
Though he seemed a bit grudgy to be woken from his post-coital dazedness, he dressed as well and together they made their way back to the castle, hidden under the Invisibility Cloak.
“What do you think, will James fall for the story of the Cloak being dragged into the lake by the giant Squid?”, barely able to keep himself from laughing.
“Maybe”, Remus sniggered, kissing Sirius swiftly, “but what are you gonna tell him, why we’re all wet and stuff?”
“Well, we had to jump in, didn’t we?”