Sirius watched Remus carefully from his spot on the bed. He had barely moved his eyes away from him since Remus came back from his shower, the water dripping from his wet hair onto the back of his nightshirt, but Remus either didn't care or didn't notice the wetness. He had smiled at Sirius and offered him a magazine to read.

Sirius barely glanced at the magazine, only enough to see a mention of an exclusive interview with the Montrose Magpies. His focus was on how those drops of water on Remus' skin would taste if he were to catch them for himself. He imagined how Remus would look if Sirius leaned in, his tongue eagerly moving against any skin he could find.

That had been a couple of hours ago now. Remus was now lying across his bed on his stomach, his legs in the air behind him as his eyes slowly moved across lines of text. Long fingers gently caressed the side of the book before turning a page.

Sirius found Remus' hands to be a distracting sight. He could only imagine what those fingers were capable of.

Maybe he could do more than imagine.

He tried to make some sort of plan, but couldn't even divert his gaze. How could he, with such an enticing sight lying innocently on the bed like that?

Surely Remus knew how good he looked?

Finally, Remus closed his book and climbed off the bed. He stretched and Sirius could hear his back click, but he was more focused on the hint of skin that was revealed as Remus' pyjama top rode up. Skin that Sirius desperately needed to touch. Remus' gaze moved to Sirius as though he had forgotten his friend was in the room, and he smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I can get lost when I read," Remus began. "Are you tired, or do you want to do something? Do you want a drink?"

Sirius tried not to smirk. He had a few things in his mind, but they could wait until Remus was in bed with him. "A little bit," he replied. "It's been a tiring day - being disowned really takes it out of you."

"Well, I'm here if you need to talk, that's what best friends are for," Remus said, smiling softly at him.

Sirius climbed off the bed and stood up, stretching. He knew his own T-shirt would ride up further than Remus' had, and sure enough, when he looked at Remus again, his eyes struggled to conceal lust as they focused on the revealed skin.

Remus blushed as he met Sirius' heated gaze, before turning and grabbing some blankets and placing them onto the travel-bed, trying to distract himself, but Sirius wasn't fooled.

"What are you doing?" Sirius asked.

"Oh, I was going to take the camp bed, you can take mine," Remus replied, turning back to look at him.

Sirius shook his head. "There's space here for both of us." He climbed back onto the bed and patted the small space next to him, knowing that if they shared, they would have to press close together on the single bed.

They could use extension charms to make the bed slightly bigger, but Sirius wasn't going to point that out.

There was a pregnant pause as the pair observed each other. Remus stood, clutching the blanket to his chest, and Sirius sat still, his eyes never leaving Remus' as he waited for a reply or reaction.

He knew Remus understood what was going on. Remus wanted him just as badly, he could see it in his best-friend's eyes.

It was just a question of whether Remus would give in to his desires. Whether he would allow the lust to take control. Sirius knew that if not today, it would happen soon.

But he preferred not to wait.

Remus finally nodded and slowly moved towards the bed, dropping the blanket onto the end of it. The light was quickly switched off and it was only moments before the bed dipped as Remus climbed in.

"Goodnight, Sirius," he murmured, his voice nervous.

"Goodnight, Remus," Sirius whispered, letting his breath caress Remus' ear as he shifted closer. It was going to be a very good night, indeed.

Sirius would make sure of that!

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