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Naked on your Chain	By : flagfish Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 6160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It was partway through potions that Remus spoke to James; he'd been debating in his mind whether or not to bring it up, and whether he was stupid for caring in the first place— but it had bothered him throughout the past days, and he found himself thinking back to it far more often than he wanted. They'd been working on invigoration draught for twenty minutes, and while it wasn't particularly bad to brew he found it difficult to focus on cutting or stirring anything properly.
After a long while at last he directed his attention deliberately to the matter at hand.
"Oi, Prongs," he said, he looked up from over his cauldron and swallowed dryly in the moment between speaking and when James looked his way; he could still back away if he wanted. He could just as easily say something else.
"What's he like?" he asked; he stared deliberately down at the light green color his potion wasn't supposed to turn into. "Sirius."
Now that the question was irreversibly out in the open between them, his ears burned red while he waited for any kind of response; there was an excruciating silence, James paused for exactly three seconds before going back to chopping his ingredients with ease.
"Funny question out of you, isn't it?" he asked; when Remus regarded him out the corner of his eye he noticed him smiling.
James reached for a small vial that he'd set aside and tipped it briskly over his cauldron to drop out one eye of newt; the potion hissed and went a complacent shade of blue, to his contentment.
"Yeah," Remus said, he'd given up on his own potion for the time being. "So what's he like?"
James smiled with a bout of amusement, he quirked an eyebrow and glanced back; he seemed to think the question through, like he'd not really paid attention before. "Very nice," he said, "if you like blokes." He dropped a handful of stems into his concoction.
Remus considered.
"Do you like blokes?" he asked, but he knew the answer already.
A few more seconds passed.
"Just him," came the reply, casual and lighthearted as though James were asked his opinion on a book or a certain quidditch team; "As a friend."
"As a friend," Remus repeated.
Yeah, a friend who had you on your knees last night behind the drapes of his bed, giving far-too-elaborate instructions on what you ought to be doing while you're down there.
If it were just him, then maybe Sirius was so good that he could even gain the interest of someone who wasn't really into blokes in the first place; it was no secret, after all, that Sirius had got around with nearly as many wizards as witches, and those wizards couldn't all have been into blokes from the start.
Maybe it was just that Sirius was pretty. Maybe it was just that he knew how to smile in a way that was both very boyish and dangerous all at once— or maybe it was how dirty he was when he went at it with James, deliberately for show.
"You wanna fuck Padfoot?" James asked, and Remus nearly knocked his cauldron off its base.
"What…?"
James shrugged; "Sounds like you do."
Remus merely stared, mouth agape and eyes blinking; he shook his head while he tried to digest what James had said; did he hear that right...?
"That's not—!" he sputtered, and James rolled his eyes from over his cauldron; he'd known Moony quite well for years, and wasn't buying his denial now.
It occurred to Remus that what alarmed him most was how casually James had brought it up; you didn't speak so casually about sex, did you, unless you'd had some experience.
Did that mean that they both had already done it, and the rumor was actually true? Was that all they had to do to be done with their idiotic contest? Just sleep with each other and both win the race...?
For the first time Remus found himself conscious of how behind he actually felt.
At the front of the room Slughorn had begun to collect vials from students to grade, and Remus quickly nudged James' robe; "Prongs," he whispered, "can I get a vial of yours? My potion's shite."
It wasn't something he usually did; Remus typically worked very hard at his courses, but if he'd been a complete stickler for rules and academic integrity he'd never get on as well as he did with his friends.
James grinned and patted him amicably on the back; "I've got you sorted," he said, he appeared well pleased with his own results while he held one hand out to receive Remus' vial. "What are friends for?"
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Remus didn't really get the answer he wanted in his conversation with James, but it did make him realize something: they were best mates after all, and it was daft to get so worked up and nervous; maybe if he wanted Padfoot he should have just said so. But did he…?
Of course not. He didn't even fancy blokes.
Except that he'd got himself off several times the previous night thinking of what he'd heard from outside his bed drapes; except that he'd spent more time trying to figure out what very nice might have meant than properly working on his essay for charms. There was a trip that upcoming Saturday to Hogsmeade, and he wanted to be sure he was done with his essays before then— however, his mind had been no good for the past two days.
James had been on about planning to ask Lily out during the outing, and Remus knew that this time it wasn't inconceivable that she'd agree; she'd been watching James more intently of late than she had in the previous five years combined.
"But you're not really considering it?" Severus asked with growing aggravation while he walked at her side after class: fan service or not, it was still bloody Potter.
"Of course not," Lily sighed, "Don't be ridiculous." But, all the while, she was eyeing the four friends walking off somewhere across the lawn; she'd got off thinking of them, too.
On the day of the trip she looked around the lawn where students had gathered to head out to Hogsmeade, and assured Severus she was only trying to find her friend Alice; they'd got themselves detention again, she thought with disappointment, there was nothing to be done about Potter and Black...
Remus was no less annoyed; if there ever was a time he'd felt decidedly left out, this was it. He stood outside their dorm room door with a pretty good idea of what his two best mates were up to inside, and even though it was his room as well, he wasn't one to walk deliberately in; Hogsmeade outings were few and far between, and they'd already talked extensively about going, and James had all these plans about Evans— so why were they wasting a perfectly good Saturday having at each other…?
He thought of knocking on the door or calling to them from outside, about how everyone was already leaving and they should stop mucking about and get on with it— but it was his room, too, and why should he have to stand outside and knock...?
They were best mates and he shouldn't get worked up, that was what he'd long since decided.
And besides, who was to say that they were actually at it...?
He gave the handle a quick twist and pushed the door in.
Inside the room the pale winter sunlight streamed in through the partly-open window, it weakly illuminated an arch along the rug and again there came the nauseating scent of cigarette smoke; the drapes at James' bed were drawn shut, and from a few yards away Remus could make out visible movement from behind the curtain. He stood frozen in place, face flushed; certainly they must have heard the door. They must have known he'd come in, but there was no effort on their part to scramble or falter or stop—from the sliver in James' blinds he could still see movement.
"The— trip to Hogsmeade is leaving," he stammered; "I—"
He couldn't quite get past that point; even after he'd spoken they went on uninterrupted, like he wasn't even there.
Remus stood stupidly at the doorway, he watched the sunlight wash coldly over the patch of carpet on the floor, where it painted a curious oblong shape; it was disturbing, the way James and Sirius didn't react, to the point where he wondered if there might be some spell at work. He unraveled his scarf while he paced to the bed, and hesitated a few moments as his heart raced inside him.
"Lads, I—" he said as in final warning, and then tentatively slid the drape back from the bed.
It occurred to him that he expected resistance of some sort, that his hand would encounter an invisible wall or an enchantment that would prevent him from moving forth— but, to his own surprise, he was able to proceed unhindered.
James had Sirius in his lap, naked as the day he was born; James, himself, was fully dressed. He had the cigarette in his mouth and grinned with casual amusement at Remus, like somehow he'd got completely comfortable with smoking.
"'Lo, Moony," he said, and Sirius turned partway around, his long hair slid across the perfect angle of his shoulder and there came that part-boyish, part-dangerous smile; Remus noticed then that there was something round his neck— the collar and leash he'd worn as a dog when James went swaggering with him across the lawn. The leash snaked down his naked chest and loosely into James' hand.
In a matter of microseconds Remus went from zero to completely beet red.
Sirius reached with one hand and took the cigarette from James' mouth, then brought it to his own lips; he inhaled with proficient grace that Remus hadn't seen from so close up. It wasn't the first time he'd seen Sirius naked; they'd all changed clothes in the same room, after all, and there also was the time that, to the delight of students in all four houses and horror of some of the staff, Sirius and James had streaked nude on their brooms halfway through a quidditch match.
But it was the first time he'd seen him naked from this close up.
"Hello, Moony," Sirius snickered, he winked while he held the cigarette out for him to take.
Remus gazed down at his waiting hand and then back at his eyes, his voice was uselessly frozen at the back of his throat.
"Take it," Sirius said, and Remus did, he held it awkwardly between his fingers and examined it like it were a foreign object; he was aware suddenly that cigarettes felt warm.
"Good man," said James; he beckoned him closer.
"I thought..." Remus murmured; "...I thought you were gonna ask out Evans..."
James nodded as though in acknowledgement; "Don't worry," he smiled, "I am."
"Here," said Sirius, he leaned toward Remus and took the cigarette from in-between his idle fingers; he brought it to Remus' mouth instead, and Remus coughed, his eyes went wide and his eyebrows furrowed while he reached to take it out again.
James and Sirius laughed. "Just like you, Prongs," Sirius said.
"Yeah, piss off," came the reply, James took the cigarette back and brought it to Sirius' lips; he did so with a sort of nurturing attention that had Remus both envious and curiously aroused, and there he was feeling left out again.
"Prongs told me you had some questions," Sirius said, his voice came a bit muffled over the cigarette, and when Remus looked closer he could see that James' hand was in Sirius' lap, his wrist slowly moving; it occurred to him he'd been doing that the entire time they'd been speaking.
He was far beyond embarrassment now.
"He did, did he," Remus asked; he wished James hadn't told Sirius about that, but now that he had, it didn't come as malice or ridicule. It genuinely sounded like they wanted to help.
These guys were his best friends; they slept in the same room for years, revised for their OWLs together, cheated on exams together a few times— and of course, they'd learned an illegal, extravagant transfiguration spell just so they could spend time with him. Sirius had told them, himself, that his three best mates were more of a family to him than his real family had been.
Then how was it that now Remus felt so profoundly terrified, as though he'd only just got to know them for the first time...?
"So you wanted to know what Padfoot is like, did you?" Sirius laughed luxuriantly; he was beautiful at that moment, his naked body moved elegant and slender in a way that Remus had never noticed before.
As he turned aside Remus could tell exactly what James' hand was doing; he averted his gaze in embarrassment, like he'd finally intruded too far.
"Don't look away," James said softly. "you wanna know, don't you?"
By then, Remus was completely hard; he watched quietly while James took his hand, and despite himself he proceeded to sit on the mattress beside them. Then, completely without warning, James brought Remus' hand down toward Sirius' member, and Remus gasped in surprise; he'd never felt another bloke's cock before. It was slick and hot and very rigid, and before he could think anything else, he became aware that it felt very nice.
His gaze met Sirius' slowly, and Sirius gave a little laugh, his eyes twinkled in a way that could have made him fall in love—
Remus smiled, too; he gradually moved his hand along the hard member and tentatively familiarized himself with the sensation, and Sirius' eyes fluttered shut; "That's well nice," he chuckled.
It's very nice, that was what James had said in potions.
James seemed unable to resist that time, he cupped Sirius' mandible possessively and drew him to himself, and kissed him slowly on the mouth.
"I want to do that too," Remus heard himself say without ever intending it, it came honest and innocent and laden with undertones of something he'd stifled too long— and James could tell, because he broke the kiss reluctantly, hand still on Sirius' jaw.
Several seconds passed before he nodded and pulled away.
"All right."

(On to Chapter 5)

A/N: I would love to find someone interested in roleplaying these guys (if this is still on here then I'm still looking, haha!) By far my favorite pairing is James/Sirius, but I could do Sirius/Remus as well; I'm aware that Sirius/Remus is a much more popular pairing, and for years I've had a very hard time finding anyone interested in RPing James/Sirius— so I'd love you if you felt like trying it out! ^^ I don't mind at all if you haven't RPd these guys before, if English isn't your first language, if you're a little shy, or if you're new to this fandom or to RPing; I just like writing with someone else who's passionate about the same stuff =) If you feel like giving it a go, then please reach me through the contact info on my profile. Thank you! ^^
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