Author: Lipstickcat
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: G
Notes: Marauders era fic.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I do own a groovy �Wanted� Sirius picture though. Most definitely wanted ;P
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He'd never intended it.
They'd been drinking butterbeer by the gallon and eating ridiculous amounts of chocolate. Then James had let out a great belch, halfway through waxing lyrical about Lily. Again. Sirius personally thought that it was a vast improvement on "oh! how her eyes shine like the stars," "oh! Her fair maiden skin," he'd known it was a bad idea for Remus to lend him his book of poetry. Oh! Her big squeezey knockers, more like.
Peter had snorted butterbeer out of his nose and, through what must have been excruciatingly burning nostrils, told James just how great that had been. Naturally, James preened like the big poncy stag he was and then worked up a second, even less regal, burp.
That was that. There were masculinity issues at stake here, Sirius couldn't let him be beaten by a coat rack. His place in the pack may as well be under Peter if he couldn't do something as simple as pass wind louder than his friend. Soon Peter was joining in as well with his own popping burps, but the fight was really on between James and Sirius. Evidently, the best way to prove who was the loudest was to burp in each other's faces, such was 15 year old boys' logic. A scuffle broke out and they rolled about on the floor, taking turns pinning each other down and burping more to each other's noses than to their ears, Peter egging them on and giving commentary on audio levels, whilst Remus sat back and grinned at them.
Sirius was sure that Peter was biased towards James, and he knew that he was obviously the better of the pair. He needed an independent judge.
"Remus," Sirius started to stand up, snatching his arm away from James as he lunged forward to pull him back down, "old buddy, old pal..."
Remus scrambled to his feet, shaking his head. Sirius picked up his pace.
"What? Like I would do anything to hurt you. My pal, Moony. Honestly."
Remus backed off, Sirius started to jog. Remus turned on his heel, straight into a wall. He spun around in time to see Sirius half trip forward, arms smacking into the wall on either side of his head, making the shack shake unsteadily on its foundations. He tried duck under his arms, but Sirius dropped them and pinned his arms to his sides. They both laughed wildly as Remus tried to wriggle free, but Sirius' grip was firm.
"Just one. I'll make it a good 'un, my best, just for you. Then James. Then you can judge fairly and declare me the rightful winner."
Remus was still struggling as Sirius belched in his face. He stilled instantly, instead putting his efforts into not breathing. Dog breath. Which, in this case, smelt very much like chocolate and butterbeer. Through screwed up eyes, he could just make out a hazy image of Sirius' face; it was plastered with a very odd look. It reminded Remus of James' face when he was fancying himself a poet.
He held his breath for as long as he could, and then some more, just to be safe. Only when he was sure that he was turning purple did he decide that he probably should breathe again.
Remus' face softened, his lips parting wide in a deep gulp of air, his chest rising against Sirius', his eyes widening so that fathomless black pupils ringed with mellow brown stared right into his own. He couldn't help himself, he couldn't explain it. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Remus'.
It was soft and fleeting, silky pads of lips brushing over each other. A gentle surprised moan that only Sirius could hear travelled from Remus' mouth to his own. They broke apart instantly, falling quickly into ribbing and teasing. Horseplay to cover his embarrassment, threats of kissing him again as punishment if Remus didn't declare him the winner.
He didn't touch any other food or drink that night. He could still taste Remus' moan in his mouth. Cloy and sweet on the tip of his tongue, thick and dark further back in his throat.
He hadn't intended it, but he had no intention of making that the first and only taste of the noises that Remus J. Lupin could make.
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