Remus J. Lupin (passthegoethe) wrote,
@ 2008-08-07 18:45:00

Remus was lazing on his bed. He hated the summer holidays. He absolutely hated them. His parents kept him cooped up inside and his only way of communicating with James or Sirius was through letters. Which they were both awful at writing. They were either incredibly short or ostentatiously long and made no coherent sense. Even Remus had trouble understanding his two best friends sometimes. Sirius' last letter had mentioned something about a motorcycle and kidnapping Moony, but he really thought Sirius was drunk when he wrote it.

So, Remus had replied and had nothing else to do but laze on his bed and wait for the reply.

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	passthegoethe 2008-08-08 08:42 pm UTC (link)
	"Well, I suppose I'm going to see her either way, yeah?" Remus said, raising his eyebrows. "And you're the one that asked for tea," he thought to point out. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

sexypants
2008-08-08 08:46 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, but that's because I was too busy letting you be Rapunzel," Sirius teased. "I was saving you from your room, all the way up on the twenty-second or whatever it was floor." Even if it was just the second floor. Clearing his throat, he waved his hands dismissively. "But that's not the point! We're back to the agenda, on with the kidnapping!"

He put his arm around Remus and led him outside. Once they were within distance of the shed in which Sirius had hidden his most prized possession, he whispered right into Remus's ear, "Close your eyes."

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passthegoethe
2008-08-08 11:09 pm UTC (link)

Remus had been about to say something about kidnapping, and about how Sirius most certainly wasn't going to kidnap him or take him anywhere, but then Sirius went and whispered in his ear and Remus melted. His eyes closed and he replied with a rather strangled, "Why?" Sirius was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it.

He resisted to urge to just pull him around and kiss him. Sirius couldn't just do that; it would have been much too easy. "Because," he whispered once Remus had closed his eyes, "I want you to be surprised."
Sirius moved from beside Remus to right behind him, holding his sides and guiding him to where he had hidden the motorcycle. His face was much too close to Remus's neck, but he tried not to think about it. Once they were about three feet away from the motorcycle, Sirius whispered, "Okay. You can open them."

Remus didn't know if he could open his eyes. Remus didn't know if he was really thinking clearly with Sirius' face right beside his neck. He could feel Sirius' breath on his neck. He could feel it and it was killing him. And he kept whispering. Remus was certain he was going to die.
Still, somehow he managed to open his eyes. He gasped when he saw the motorcycle and took an unconscious step back. And ran into Sirius. Oh dear Merlin, he was screwing everything up today, wasn't he? He turned his head to look at Sirius. "You-you rode that thing?"

Sirius was going to be more careful around Remus, keep his distance, but he somehow couldn't. His hands stayed rooted at Remus's waist, and he pretended that he had forgotten they were there completely. He was mildly surprised when Remus turned his head, so close to his face, but Sirius couldn't find the sense to move at all.
He nodded his head with a slight grin. "I rode that thing. Her name is Stella." His grin widened a bit, and he looked rather mischievous. "Do you want to ride her?"

At that, Remus knew just how bad of an influence James and Sirius had been on his life because numerous jokes involving 'riding' popped into his brain. And then, he remembered Sirius' hands on his waist and all of the jokes disappeared from his mind. "Stella," he murmured. Of course, leave it to Sirius to name a motorcycle after a character in a Tennessee Williams play.

"No. No, I do not want to ride Stella, as you call her," Remus told him, trying to fathom what in the world could be going through Sirius' mind. "Why would I want to ride her, really? I hate heights. And loud things. And motorcycles. Did I tell you?" He raised an eyebrow.

He shook his head in disbelief. "Remus," he started. "Remus, Remus, Remus. Do you think you have a choice in the matter?" Sirius asked, a shit-faced grin plastered on his face. "I'm taking you with me, whether you'd like it or not. I have a surprise for you!"
Sirius sighed. How naive he really was! "Of course, I'll be on there with you and I'll keep you safe. I even have a seat for you!" Sirius looked absolutely delighted as he pointed to an attachment to the motorcycle, which included its own seat belt and helmet.

Remus eyed it warily. "No." He was quite definite in his answer. He would not be getting on that thing. No matter what. He looked at Sirius pleadingly. "Please, Sirius. Don't make me. It's dangerous. I'll die. And if I die bad things will happen. Like, like. Er..." Remus couldn't think of anything.

He shook his head. "Do you really think I'd let anything happen to you?" he asked. "I'm almost insulted! So insulted that I'm making you get on Stella and ride her with me." Sirius paused and smiled at the little play on words. "It's not dangerous, I promise. It's going to be just fine. Sirius squeezed his waist gently to reassure him.

Oh, apparently Remus was ticklish, judging from the fact that he squirmed when Sirius squeezed his hips. Perhaps it was just because it was Sirius, though, and the fact that Remus still wanted to kiss him. A lot. "I- I can't." His voice was all strangled sounding again. He'd blame it on fear. "I- My parents. They'll- They wouldn't like it. I can't." He shook his head.

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passthegoethe
2008-08-08 11:10 pm UTC (link)

"Remus," he crooned into his ear. Sirius let his hands gently move from his waist to his lower stomach, lingering there with a feathery touch. "I won't let anything happen to you. I'm sure your parents are mad enough at me as it is. We might as well just stretch it a little bit more." He rested his head on Remus's shoulder, his head turned towards Remus's. "The tiniest bit more," he whispered. "And I promise, I won't let anything happen to you."

Oh Merlin. MAYDAY. MAYDAY, Sirius Black's hands were touching his stomach and Remus thought he was going to die. His eyes closed again, and he took a deep breath. This too, he'd blame on fear. "N-no. No. I can't." He struggled against Sirius' hands, bringing his own down to tug Sirius' off his waist.
"No, Sirius," he repeated. "I'm sorry. I can't. It's not- I can't." God, Sirius had vice grips for hands.

He kept his hands right where they were and stared at Remus with a more serious expression. "Why not?" he asked. "Why don't you want to?" Sirius was thoroughly confused. Even if he was using somewhat unfair tactics.
"It's not what?" he asked, his warm breath coming out evenly against Remus's cheek.

The more Sirius held onto him, the more Remus struggled. He was not enjoying this. Except maybe he was just a tiny bit but mostly he was not enjoying this. His fingers curled around Sirius' and he tugged as hard as he could. That was no fair. Sirius couldn't just do things like that and speak into his ear and have his breath against his cheek. It was entirely unfair.
"It's not-" Remus paused again. "I just can't, Sirius. Please. Just. I can't."

He looked absolutely frustrated at how the situation had turned out. Sirius wanted nothing more than to take Remus and fly them off into the horizon to see a brilliant sunrise and have everything be happily ever after, but no.
He removed his hands and crossed his arms, leaning against the shed. "Okay," he whispered. "That's fine, then. If that's what you'd rather."

Oh he could breathe again, once Sirius let go.He moved away, as far away as he could and crossed his arms around himself. "Don't be like that Sirius," he said, not quite looking at him. "I can't- I don't like it. As much as I like you, I cannot ride a flying motorcycle. You can't possibly be made at me for that."

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