"Moooonyyyy," Sirius whined, pulling Remus close. Remus resisted, twisting out of the other boy's hold, shivering all the while. He didn't trust himself to stand, and so he remained on the edge of the bed, facing away from his friend.
Behind him, Sirius gave an exaggerated sigh, and Remus felt a shift in the mattress. "C'mon, Remus. What're you..."
He opened his eyes (he wasn't sure when he'd closed them again) and rolled slightly, greeted by the sight of Sirius leaning over him. Sirius's dark, shoulder-length hair curtained his face, but Remus could see the expression of concern regardless. He scowled in response.
"There are tears in your eyes," Sirius stated, quiet and perplexed.
"Are not," Remus denied. He wasn't sure when that had happened, but now that Sirius had pointed it out, he could feel the wetness at his eyelids. He blinked, and just to spite him, a tear slipped free, rolling down over his temple and into his sideburns.
"Why are you..." Sirius's eyes traveled downward, and Remus wanted to curse. His erection still hadn't flagged, his cock still standing tall and hopeful for attention. The blankets were not thick enough to hide the fact. "Moony, you should have said something! I didn't want to leave you hanging." He reached down, presumably to finish wanking Remus off.
"Don't touch me!"
In an instant Remus was standing, naked and trembling, before a wide-eyed Sirius. "Don't... don't touch me," he repeated, at a lower volume, and unclenched his fists.
Too late, Remus's mind cheerfully provided. If only you'd been so adamant before.
Sirius stood as well, expression of wary concern quickly replaced with his customary speedy temper. "Fine! Merlin, you don't need to shout. I wouldn't have done it if I knew you'd be such a whiny little bitch about it!" He did up his trousers with clumsy haste, grabbing his robes and the map as he made his way to the dorm. "I'll go find James and Peter, since you're just going to be a big girl's blouse about everything!"
The door slammed behind him.
Still shaking, Remus retrieved his wand, and collected his clothing and discarded Potions essay. He toyed with the temptation of casting an Incendio on the lot, but knew he couldn't afford buying a new uniform, and there was no way he'd be able to rewrite what he had of the essay in time. He shoved the clothing under his bed, discarded the essay on his bedside table, grabbed his pajamas and made his way to the shower.
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Behind him, Sirius gave an exaggerated sigh, and Remus felt a shift in the mattress. "C'mon, Remus. What're you..."
He opened his eyes (he wasn't sure when he'd closed them again) and rolled slightly, greeted by the sight of Sirius leaning over him. Sirius's dark, shoulder-length hair curtained his face, but Remus could see the expression of concern regardless. He scowled in response.
"There are tears in your eyes," Sirius stated, quiet and perplexed.
"Are not," Remus denied. He wasn't sure when that had happened, but now that Sirius had pointed it out, he could feel the wetness at his eyelids. He blinked, and just to spite him, a tear slipped free, rolling down over his temple and into his sideburns.
"Why are you..." Sirius's eyes traveled downward, and Remus wanted to curse. His erection still hadn't flagged, his cock still standing tall and hopeful for attention. The blankets were not thick enough to hide the fact. "Moony, you should have said something! I didn't want to leave you hanging." He reached down, presumably to finish wanking Remus off.
"Don't touch me!"
In an instant Remus was standing, naked and trembling, before a wide-eyed Sirius. "Don't... don't touch me," he repeated, at a lower volume, and unclenched his fists.
Too late, Remus's mind cheerfully provided. If only you'd been so adamant before.
Sirius stood as well, expression of wary concern quickly replaced with his customary speedy temper. "Fine! Merlin, you don't need to shout. I wouldn't have done it if I knew you'd be such a whiny little bitch about it!" He did up his trousers with clumsy haste, grabbing his robes and the map as he made his way to the dorm. "I'll go find James and Peter, since you're just going to be a big girl's blouse about everything!"
The door slammed behind him.
Still shaking, Remus retrieved his wand, and collected his clothing and discarded Potions essay. He toyed with the temptation of casting an Incendio on the lot, but knew he couldn't afford buying a new uniform, and there was no way he'd be able to rewrite what he had of the essay in time. He shoved the clothing under his bed, discarded the essay on his bedside table, grabbed his pajamas and made his way to the shower.