Warnings: Boy kissing
Disclaimer: I own nothing
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Summary: A first kiss story
Word Count: 916
AN: Written for tellmeakiss day 5 prompt!
Remus dragged himself out of bed shortly after noon the morning after the full moon. He hadn’t been to badly hurt; he just needed rest. When he got to the living room of the flat he shared with Sirius, he was frozen in shock by the view.
“Alright, who are you and what have you done with Padfoot?”
“Huh?” Sirius grunted over the top of the book he was reading.
“Are you actually reading poetry?”
“This poem is about me!”
“Really?” Remus collapsed on the sofa next to his friend. “How so?”
“Rolling-in-money, screamingly-funny, well-hung!” Sirius said with a smirk. “Me, me and me.” The smirk turned into a grin when Remus rolled his eyes but smiled and laughed as well. “I’m a bit worried though. The poem says I’m dying young!”
“Stop it, Pads!” Remus snapped, his smile abruptly giving way to a grimace. “Don’t even joke about that!”
“Well, it’s likely that I’m going to die, you know. I’m in the middle of a war and the other side has personal reasons to hate me.”
“Pads, please, don’t talk about it. I don’t care if it’s likely or not. I don’t want to ever have to live without you!” Remus realized that perhaps he said something wrong when Sirius began staring at him. “Or James and Peter and Lily.” Remus added after far too long of a pause to even pretend he’d meant to say that originally.
“Sorry, Moony.” Sirius scooted closer to Remus and threw an arm around his shoulders, drawing Remus in. Remus laid his head on Sirius shoulder. “I won’t talk about it anymore. For what it’s worth, I don’t want to live without you either.” Sirius paused intentionally. “Or Prongs or Wormtail or Evans.”
“Besides, the poem isn’t about you at all!”
“Are you trying to say I’m not rolling-in-money, screamingly-funny, or well-hung?”
“I will concede the first two points. I will also be forced to concede to the last based on the things the girls who you’ve shagged have said, even though I have no personal proof. I’m saying you are not innocent.”
“What? How’d you know about that line? I didn’t even tell you that one?”
“As the poets have mournfully sung, Death takes the innocent young, The rolling-in-money, The screamingly-funny, And those who are very well-hung. WH Auden. Page 97.”
“Has the fact that you’re looking at my well-worn book where every page has notes in the margins escaped you?”
“Fine, right. Moony is a genius and has every book he owns memorized! Moving on. What makes you think I’m not innocent?”
“The easiest answer is all the girls who profess the truth of the last part.”
“Did you ever think all those vicious trollops could perhaps just be besmirching my good name?”
“Are you confessing that you aren’t well-hung?”
“One, I am VERY well-hung and willing to strip right now to prove it. Two, I’m confessing that I’m still a virgin.”
Remus stared at Sirius. Sirius was feeling very uncomfortable under Remus’ glare.
“Stop looking at me as though I just grew a second head.”
“I don’t believe you,” Remus finally said.
“You’re you! You’re gorgeous and charming and popular. Bloody Hell Sirius, I’m not even a virgin.”
Now it was Sirius’ turn for shocked staring. “Really, who’ve you shagged?”
Remus blushed. “That’s not important. Besides, you can’t be telling me that all of those girls were lying.”
“I’ve fooled around with some of them. Been close to actually shagging, but I didn’t feel it with any of them.”
“Didn’t feel what with any of them?”
“What is IT?”
“Love, I think, I mean I’m not waiting for my soul mate or anything, though I’d have to say that’d be neat, only ever being with the person you’re going to spend forever with. I just don’t want a meaningless shag. I’m a complete girl, aren’t I?”
“I don’t know. It’s sweet.”
“So, who’ve you shagged, and why’d you never tell me?”
“Well, I didn’t tell you because I think I did it wrong. It was… weird.”
“Well, isn’t it normal for the boy to be more into it than the girl? She said it was amazing and I thought it was crap. I never spoke to her again.”
“Not going to tell me her name?”
“Not a chance.”
“You said you think you did something wrong. I think perhaps you were fantastic and she was crap, hence the reactions.”
“I’m not sure about that?”
“Moony, as long as we’re on the subject, have you ever been in love?”
“Yes,” Remus answered quickly and then grimaced at the admission.
“Will you tell me who?”
Remus was almost frightened by the vulnerability in Sirius’ voice. “I’m not sure I could say.”
Sirius leaned forward and pressed his lips to Remus’. The kiss was chaste and lasted the briefest of moments. “Can you tell me now?” Sirius asked, staring at his hands.
“You kissed me.”
“Um… yeah… how do you feel about that?”
“A little confused. Did you mean to kiss me?”
“Did you want to kiss me?”
“Had you ever wanted to kiss me before?”
“Yes, lots of times.”
“Would you ever want to do it again?”
“Well, then.” Remus leaned forward and captured Sirius’ mouth with his own. This kiss was far from chaste.
“So, gonna tell me who you’ve been in love with?” Sirius gasped as the split apart for air.
“You, it’s always been you!”