Harry Potter, Remus/Severus, stirring potions
"Another one."
Sirius's imperious voice rang through the deserted classroom, bouncing off the dank stone walls.
Remus sighed. "Already? It's cold in here."
"You've already said--about twenty times. You know the deal."
Remus took his eyes away from the steaming cauldron and stole a brief look at Sirius. Sirius looked bored, not a good sign. If Remus didn't really need the help with this potion assignment, he'd never have agreed to go along with this.
"You know," he said, giving the cauldron contents one last stir before unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it on top of his crumpled tie and robe, "a real friend would have agreed to help out of the goodness of his heart."
Sirius snorted.
"A real friend would offer to let you cheat off him--which I did. Too bad you got up on your high horse about it and tried to muddle through on your own."
Silently, Remus agreed, though he'd never let Sirius know that.
"The pickled newt eyes next?" He waited for Sirius to nod before sprinkling the eyes into the pot. He stirred the mixture half-heartedly. "Slughorn doesn't like me."
"Not true." Sirius stated it the way he said everything, with supreme confidence. "He just thinks you're a bit of an idiot when it comes to potions."
"That makes me feel so much better," said Remus. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." Sirius moved up behind Remus, staring over his shoulder as he stirred. "This way," he said, guiding Remus's hand in slower circles. "You don't want to combine things too fast. Take your time."
Having Sirius right up behind him was distracting, and uncomfortable, too, if Remus was being honest.
"Can you give me some room," he asked somewhat testily.
"No." Sirius trailed his finger down Remus's spine, and Remus just knew he was wearing that insufferable smirk. "It's time to take off something else."
Remus squirmed out of reach, tossing Sirius a look of real exasperation. "I'm never going to finish this, what with you insisting on these silly interruptions. How about I just get starkers right now? Dance the Highland Fling for you, maybe?"
"First good idea you've had all day."
"Wanker."
"There's another one."
"Another what?"
"Good idea."
Remus looked blank.
"God, you are dense. Wanking. You know, that thing boys do in the privacy of their curtained bed with their hands and their..."
"Yes, thank you," Remus cut in. "I'm familiar with the process. And I wouldn't claim privacy if I were you." It was his turn to smirk. "Silencing charms too much for you, or do you just like sharing your...enthusiasm with the entire boy's dorm?"
If Remus expected Sirius to be embarrassed, he was disappointed. Instead, he merely looked amused, and pleased with himself, more so than usual, that is.
"Maybe I do." He sauntered closer to Remus. "But don't think you're fooling anyone. You forget sometimes--those silencing charms. And we, I, hear you. Not loud, no. Quiet, stealthy, uptight, upright Remus. Fisting your cock in the pitch black of those tightly drawn curtains. Biting your other hand so only those low, throaty whimpers escape. Those whimpers and that deep, uneven breathing you do when you're getting close. I hear you when you come, the softest groan drawn out like you're in pain. I listen until your breathing evens out and you fall asleep still sticky and light-headed, I'll bet. Hm?"
Hot blush spread from Remus's face down to his chest, which was unfortunately exposed at the moment. He couldn't meet Sirius's eyes, sure that Sirius would be perfectly composed, of course, all haughty cheekbones and acquiline nose, looking down on Remus with amused superiority. But then Sirius was somehow right there, pressing Remus up against the worktable.
"I thought having you strip off would be funny," Sirius said. His voiced sounded funny; thoughtful, wondering, even. "But...it's not."
Remus didn't trust that. He didn't even have his trousers and pants off yet. No doubt the sight of Remus pantless, making a mess of his potions homework, would make Sirius laugh himself sick.
"You're actually...not half bad," Sirius said, starting to sound a little more normal. "I think I'm going to kiss you."