Sirius Black was not shy. In fact, one could probably call him an extrovert with a reasonable degree of accuracy. He was not afraid to say or do almost anything, almost anywhere, which got the Marauders into more trouble than Remus or Peter really appreciated. But the fact was, by mid-fifth year, they were completely immune to his crass, crude, bald and blunt statements and actions.

One night, James, Remus and Sirius were in the dorm room-- Peter off who knew where-- and Sirius rolled over from where he’d been lying on his belly doing nothing to show the room a quite impressive tent in his pants.

Remus, who was studying, and James, who was writing out quidditch plays, didn’t look up. Sirius was quiet for a moment, but then he broke the silence with a whine.

“Jamie... Jaamieee...”

“What?” Asked James without looking up.

“I’m hard.”

“Think about your mum,” was James’s helpful suggestion.

“Ew! Prongs!”

“Did it help?”

Sirius looked down at his crotch. “Yes.”

“Then don’t ’Prongs’ me.”

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Another night, Sirius was again doing nothing, lying on his bed, while Remus helped Peter study for the upcoming Charms test. James was, more than likely, either bothering Lily or Snivellus, though hopefully in different ways, so Sirius targeted Remus.

“Moony... Mooo-oony.”

“What?” Remus muttered without really paying attention.

“I’m hard.”

“Go have a wank,” replied Remus without any sign that he was paying attention at all.

There was a rustling noise, and Remus looked over as Sirius stripped down to the waist, flat out on his bed without anything between him and Remus and Peter except open air.

Remus rolled his eyes, then returned to trying to teach Peter the homorphous charm. Peter, who for some reason had not grown as used to Sirius as Remus and James, was unable to stop blushing and sneaking glances, though, and Remus was reasonably sure he learned nothing from the moment Sirius had said “I’m hard” on.

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One of the things about Remus was that he tended to disappear into books. Not in the literal way, or even in a particularly scary way (unless you were Sirius) but in the way that he was paying very, very little attention to his surroundings or even his responses while engrossed in a good book.

Unfortunately, Sirius had figured this out early in their friendship, and now, since he wanted an answer to something Remus would never have given him an answer to otherwise, started to bother him while in the fourth reading of “The Once and Future King.”

“Why do you read that crap?” said Sirius.

Remus, having established from that one sentence that as usual, Sirius wanted nothing more than someone to bother, ignored him.

“Who’s the guy on the cover with big eyes?” asked Sirius.

“Arthur,” mumbled Remus.

“Do you like boys, Moony, or wolves?”

“Boys,” said Remus without inflection. Then, realizing what he’d said, raised his head sharply, eyes wide. “What? No, I mean, people. Girls. Humans.” His stumbling would get him nowhere with Sirius, he knew, but he had to try. Maybe Sirius would at least understand that he didn’t want anyone to know and keep quiet about it.

No such luck. “Jamie!”

James looked up from his homework and Remus tried to sink into his book.

“Moony likes boys!”

“Congratulations,” said James, which was the last reaction Remus had figured James would have. “Getting lonely over there, Peter.”

“Peter only likes girls,” said Sirius as if that was an important and enormous revelation. “He’s all alone, now.”

Remus’s eyes grew even wider as he pondered the implications of that sentence.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next time Sirius complained loudly about his erection, James transferred his book to his left hand, patted the bed next to him, and said, “c’mere, I’ll help you.”

Remus stared in shock.

Peter said “ungh!” and scurried out of the room.

Sirius said “Thanks, Prongs,” and dropped his trousers to his knees.

Randomly, Remus wondered why this hadn’t happened before. He didn’t realize he’d voiced those thoughts aloud until James answered him.

“Because this prat here didn’t bother telling me he liked boys as well as girls until a fortnight ago,” James answered smoothly, his eyes still on the page in front of him, giving no sign that he had Sirius’s cock in his fist.

The aforementioned prat said “Ah!” and arched his hips.

“Is that why he was so interested in me, then?” asked Remus conversationally. He figured that if James and Sirius were going to treat wanking each other in front of him like it was perfectly normal, he wasn’t going to complain. They were both very good-looking, after all.

Sirius groaned. “That... ah!... and I thought we might- oh!- put each other to some use.” He thrust up into James’s hand once more, then rolled his eyes and pushed James away. “Jamie, this is hardly erotic.”

“What?” asked James, sounding affronted.

“You! Reading a book!”

James glanced from his book to Sirius and back again before closing the book and putting in on the bedside table. “You look like you’re enjoying it,” he said.

Sirius glared. “If you keep it up, I’ll come. That’s not the same thing as enjoying it.”

“Alright, fine,” said James. And he rolled over onto his belly between Sirius’s legs and swallowed him.

Remus, watching, rubbed himself twice through his pants and came just as Sirius jerked up into James’s mouth and cried out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Remus was trying to do his homework, but the full moon was coming up, and various parts of him wanted attention that he didn’t want to give them. Shifting uncomfortably in his bed, he sighed and turned the page in his text.

There was a thud as the door hit the wall and then a loud click as it rebounded from momentum and closed itself. “Hello, Padfoot,” said Remus without looking up.

Sirius threw himself down on his own bed and there was silence for a moment. Remus shifted again, still trying to get comfortable.

“Want some help with that?” asked Sirius.

Remus looked up. “What?”

“Well,” said Sirius slowly. “I came up here for a wank, but if you’re hard and I’m hard and we both like boys, it’s kind of a shame that I have to use my own hand. Can I use yours?”

Remus looked him up and down. He was telling the truth about being hard, and Remus was certainly uncomfortable enough... “I’m not blowing you,” he said.

Sirius made a face. “Your teeth are probably too sharp anyway,” he said.

“Alright.”

Thrusting into each other’s hands, they both came spectacularly hard that night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was funny that kissing came last. Well-- almost last. James and Sirius had few qualms about things up their arses, apparently, but Remus still wasn’t sure, so he hadn’t gone that far. He had consented to give James a blowjob eventually, and found that his teeth were not too sharp, as long as he kept them covered, and that it really wasn’t horrible, especially if James was sucking him at the same time. But ironically, none of them had kissed.

Sirius had stormed into the dorm room at seven-thirty that night and growled at James. Remus, sensing a forthcoming drama, put down his book. “You bastard!”

James had smirked. “You did it to me last week. Turnabout’s fair play.”

“You didn’t tell me it was so miserable!”

“I recall telling you several times, actually.”

Deciding he’d had enough of James, Sirius came over to Remus and grabbed the werewolf by the arm, pulling him from the bed. Throwing his own shirt over his head, Sirius started to strip Remus. “Prongs-” he glared across the room “teased me all fucking day. In Charms. In Potions. On the pitch. In the shower. And. I. Fucking. Need. To. Come.”

Remus shrugged and pulled off the remainder of his clothes. Sirius threw himself on the bed, tucked his knees up and lolled his head to the side. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me pleeeasse!”

Grabbing the lube, Remus prepared him hurriedly, since Sirius couldn’t stay still long enough for him to be more thorough. Finally, he pushed inside and Sirius’s body went tight as a bow string and a long, heady moan came from his throat. “Yessss...”

Sirius’s cock was purple and as hard as Remus had ever seen it. Every thrust he made bumped it against his stomach, and the copious leakage of precome made it slide smoothly against his abs. Remus reached down to close a hand around it, and Sirius’s face screwed up in a miasma of pleasure. It was then that he reached up, grabbed Remus’s head and pulled him in close, and as he came, snogged him passionately.

Remus bowed his back out once more as Sirius sucked hard on his tongue, and came.

There was a low moan from two beds over, and when Remus could open his eyes, he saw James lying in his own bed, panting, his right hand covered in come. “That was fucking hot,” he said breathlessly.

Sirius laughed equally breathlessly. “Next time, don’t be such a prick and I’ll snog you.”

“Promise,” said James. “Moony?”

Remus opened his eyes again. “What?”

“Can I snog you, too?”

Shrugging as best as he could in his current position, Remus let his eyes slip shut again. “Sure. Why not.”

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