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fruitcoops · 1 year

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helloooooooo babes, i lovelovelovelove the way you write smut and all your fics in general. it’s like literally me when?? like when is it my turn to be happy😭 anyways, would you be interested in writing smut where coops got into a little tiny/playful argument, and they’re like being kinda stubborn, and not like seriously apologizing because they’re both, as mentioned, stubborn af. and they just have like playful makeup sex and laugh about how stubborn they are?

On the fifth day of Nutmas, fruitcoops gave to you: a combo prompt with praise and stubborn Coops! Character credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

TW for smut, minor argument (everyone is enjoying themselves very much, though)

“You are so full of shit.”

“Okay, fuck you—”

“Fuck you!”

Sirius smacked Remus’ hand away from the whiteboard with his eraser until he crossed both over his chest with an irritated sigh. “Connard,” Sirius muttered, bending once more to scribble at his plays.

“You know, I do occasionally have good ideas.” When Sirius refused to look at him, Remus flicked the edge of the whiteboard; Sirius cursed under his breath as he erased the skewed line. “This isn’t prime captain behavior.”

“Will you just let me do this?”

“You asked for my help!”

“I asked for your opinion,” Sirius corrected, finally sitting up to spare a moment of his precious time and look at his husband. It was an exasperated look, but a look all the same, and one Remus would count as a win. A good scowl should never be wasted. Sirius narrowed his eyes and poked him in the chest with the capped end of his pen. “Not your help.”

Remus felt a sigh bubbling from the depths of his soul. He shook his head and made sure to bump the back of Sirius’ shoulder with his notebook as he stood. “Oh, fuck off.”

So maybe Remus had been a little too hasty in assuming his competitive urges had died out during his years off the ice. And maybe there was a reason his old teammates had given him a wolf-based nickname. But he took a lot of pride in being measured and mild—it had taken quite a bit of time and effort to cultivate.

He loved Sirius, and he was going to strangle him before the day was out.

“I’m just saying, if you let Finn take it up the flank—”

“Oh my god, Remus.”

“You asked for my opinion! This is my opinion!”

Sirius gripped the countertop and took a breath so deep, Remus wondered how he had any lung capacity left. “No.”

“Then what do you want from me?”

“An opinion on the play that I showed you!”

“That’s what I’m giving you!” Strangle him. Remus was going to strangle him. If it didn’t take so much effort to get up off the couch, he would’ve done it already. He gestured vaguely with his book and Sirius rolled his eyes. “Did you want me to pretend it was perfect?”

“It is perfect.”

“If it was perfect, you wouldn’t have wanted me to look at it. You know I’m picky about hockey. You love how picky I am.”

Sirius’ forehead creased. “Maybe you’re too picky.”

Remus couldn’t help his bark of laughter. “That’s rich, coming from you. Can you just admit I have a point?”

“Can you just admit you’re wrong?”

He bit the inside of his cheek, set his book neatly in his lap, and folded his hands over it. Sirius’ steely gaze was unyielding. “Explain how I’m wrong.”

“Gladly,” Sirius bit out as he slapped the last piece of deli meat onto his sandwich. “First, the play is perfect.”

“Bullshit.”

“Fuck you. Second,” he continued, holding up two fingers. “If I let Harzy take it up the flank, the defense will net him faster than he can blink. The Badgers don’t fuck around. He’ll get smashed. And third, you’re picky.”

“Come on!” Remus complained as Sirius headed down the opposite hall. “You won’t even let me have a turn?”

“Picky!” was the only answer he got.

Arguing with someone who could match him hit-for-hit in stubbornness was an undeniable consequence of dating the captain of an NHL team. Remus really should have seen that coming. Halfway through their third spat of the day, he sent a silent apology to every single one of his teammates that had ever tried to coerce him into…well, anything. Remus knew hockey, loved it, lived it. Unfortunately, so did Sirius.

It didn’t help that Sirius was also brilliant. The play was fantastic: it was tailor-made against the Badgers’ excellent defensive line and highlighted so many of their strengths. If only Sirius would compromise on one tiny thing, it would be perfect, and they could go back to their day without it cropping up ever again.

“You are so goddamn smart,” he snapped.

“Thank you,” Sirius practically snarled.

“So why can’t you see this isn’t going to work for you or get you laid?”

That wasn’t entirely true, if they were being technical about it, but Remus didn’t count the post-lunch blowjob. This is not acceptance, he had thought as Sirius’ hand wound tighter in his hair and drew a muffled moan from him. A trick of the tongue, and Sirius’ knees were buckling under him. Yeah, you’re not the only one with a power play here. It was lucky Sirius didn’t try to come in Remus’ mouth, because he would have spit it back like a camel.

The tension dragged on through the afternoon, past Sirius’ weekly game of pickup basketball with James and the movie Remus went to see with Talker and Leo. “I just don’t get why it’s such a big deal to swap out James with Finn,” he said while they finished the dinner dishes, setting his towel next to the sink.

Sirius tipped his head back and groaned. “I told you, James is better with my passes.”

“And Finn is quicker against defense like that.”

“You can be so infuriating sometimes.”

Here we go again. “I can be infuriating whenever the hell I want to be.”

Sirius opened his mouth, closed it, then took two steps closer and deposited Remus on the countertop, ignoring his indignant squawk. “I’m the captain, remember?”

“Off the ice, you’re my husband.” Remus quirked a brow. “My husband, who explicitly asked for my opinion on a play. Or are you ready to admit you just wanted me to tell you it looked good?”

Sirius’ cheeks turned deep rose. “Did not.”

“I would have done it, if you asked.”

“So you agree that it’s good.”

Remus half-shrugged, swinging his feet. “Sure. But it can be better.”

“Remind me again why I let you stay in my house?”

“You fed me and said nice things to me,” Remus mused, hooking his heels behind Sirius’ knees to pull him closer. “You’ll never be rid of me now. Plus, I cook for you, fix your washing machine, and give you blowjobs in the kitchen. It’s a win-win.”

“You criticize my plays.”

“That was barely a suggestion. If you want real criticism, ask me how I feel about your shirt-folding methods.”

Sirius was grinning already; their noses bumped. “Oh?”

“I will tear you to pieces, Black,” he murmured.

“Promise?”

Remus’ breath caught as Sirius closed the distance between them, sucking at his bottom lip before surging up for more. The back of his head bumped the cabinet and he smiled into the kiss when Sirius’ hand came up to rest over the spot with a soft noise. For once, Remus was taller—he angled downward and groaned quietly at the rush it gave him. Sirius bent and broke so pretty for him in bed, but getting him to bow like a willow was a fine art. He would savor every second he earned of it.

Sirius’ palms were cold from the marble counter when they slipped beneath Remus and hoisted him up; Remus could feel him against his thigh when he locked his ankles around Sirius’ waist. “Look at you,” he cooed, tugging on the back of Sirius’ hair. “Hard for me after just a little kissing.”

His back hit the wall of the living room a little harder than strictly necessary and he bit at Sirius’ jaw in retaliation. “Watch it,” Sirius warned. “I’m not facing the Badgers with a hickey on my face.”

“Says who?”

“Says your captain.”

“Husband,” Remus corrected again, grinning. “No ice.”

Sirius fixed him with a withering look before crushing him into the wall again and Remus took no small amount of pride in the heavy breaths filling the space between them. He knew Sirius loved it when he pushed, knew he was one of the few who would unapologetically fight him until they exhausted themselves. Sirius had always liked a challenge, and Remus would be dead in the ground before letting go when he was right.

“C’mere,” Sirius mumbled when they were red-lipped and panting. Remus didn’t really have a choice in the matter—Sirius kept both hands on his thighs, tight enough to sting in the best way as they moved down the hall. He switched to one hand to rummage through a side drawer for lube before pinning Remus next to the wall by the couch with a knee wedged beneath his ass, a move that should not have been as hot as it was.

“You’re gonna fuck me here?” Remus teased, rolling his hips forward to get some friction on his neglected cock. “Not even on the couch? Lame.”

“You’re going to kill my boner if you keep talking like that.”

“Oh, yeah? Then what’s poking me in the leg right now?” He narrowed his eyes when Sirius raised a brow. “Don’t act like this doesn’t turn you on, baby.”

“My house, my play, you have to be nice to me.”

Remus mouthed along his neck while one of Sirius’ deft hands worked their pants down and rucked Remus’ shirt up around his ribs. He would never tire of those big hands on his skin, nor the catch of Sirius’ breath under his lips when he skimmed a sensitive spot. He nibbled at his earlobe as the first lube-slick finger circled his rim. “You love it when I push you.”

Sirius ducked his head, but Remus caught a glimpse of his smile and reached out; he tipped his chin up and felt his heart go ka-chunk at the exasperated fondness directed only on him. “Maybe,” Sirius conceded, sliding just the first knuckle of his finger inside before returning to teasing circles. “Or maybe I just like you, hmm?”

“Never crossed my mind.”

“Not even once.” Sirius scrunched his nose playfully, then bent and kissed the shiny band on Remus’ ring finger. He couldn’t help his burning blush, a fact Sirius certainly didn’t miss when he kissed each of Remus’ cheeks before beginning to push two fingers inside him.

“Huh—” Remus managed, clutching at his shoulders.

Sirius paused at the second knuckle. “Too much?”

“No, no, keep go—uh fuck.” The wall was solid behind him, and for that Remus was grateful. He needed an anchor if Sirius was going to keep twisting his fingers like that. His heels pressed into the curve of Sirius’ ass when he slipped both all the way in and started up a pattern of steady movement, alternating between short thrusts that nudged at Remus’ prostate and scissoring him open like it was nothing. Every other stroke featured a swipe of his thumb over Remus’ stretched rim that made him shiver.

“You’re good with two.”

Remus nodded. “Yeah, should be fine today—”

“Not a question, mon coeur.”

Heat flashed through his stomach and he clenched down around thick fingers, but when he found Sirius’ eyes again, there was a silent question there. “Yeah,” he repeated. “You’re right, give it to me, I’m ready.”

Sirius didn’t hesitate—his lashes fanned out over his cheeks as he gripped Remus’ hip with one hand and guided himself in, letting out a slow breath at the first constant press. He didn’t stop until he was in all the way despite Remus’ squirming. If anything, it seemed to encourage him. “Tight,” he noted, a little breathless.

“Two fingers,” Remus fired back, panting. “Better luck next time.”

The first snap of Sirius’ hips made him grit his teeth and tilt his head toward the ceiling, and the second covered the pretty blue paint with sparkles. He loved it like this, the burn and the stretch and the roughness of Sirius’ palms on his skin. It lacked the intensity of their more involved nights—usually saved for the bed, where water and snacks were easily accessible—but more than made up for it with the energy crackling between them. Sirius buried small noises in his collarbones while Remus heard his own punched-out sounds reverberate back to him, proof of life as liquid pleasure filled every vein.

Sirius was sweaty under his grappling hands and shining in the light that seeped through the curtains. He was working for it, muscles flexing, giving Remus everything he desired. It would be so nice to leave well enough alone and give Sirius the satisfaction of a job well done.

“Come on, you can do better than that.”

Sirius shoved forward and stayed there, statue-still. “Répète,” he said briskly, ignoring the groan of protest at the rapid halt.

Remus licked his lips. “I know you can go harder. I’ve seen it. Felt it. You’re not even trying.”

Sirius arched a brow. “Pardon?”

“Come on, babe, you haven’t even fucked me through the first layer of paint yet,” he goaded with a grin, even as a shudder filled his stomach. Seeing Sirius like this was like looking a lightning storm in the face. He wanted to see how fast it would crack and burn. Maybe it was mean, but the glint in Sirius’ eye told him he was enjoying this just as much as Remus was. “Feels like you think I’m a blushing virgin on our honeymoon.”

“You were not blushing or a virgin on our honeymoon,” Sirius laughed, hauling him further up by his thighs.

Remus slid his hand up the valley between Sirius’ pecs and around his neck, rubbing a thumb over the base of his skull. “Then fuck me like you married me.”

A smile played over Sirius’ lips as he leaned closer and pressed their foreheads together. “With my whole heart and soul?”

“And your dick,” Remus added. “Don’t forget that part.”

“If I do, will you admit James should be the first choice for my play?”

The slow, grinding circles of Sirius’ hips plucked at Remus’ concentration. He was deep enough that Remus could feel every inch of him, their bodies pushed close enough that each of Sirius’ breaths brushed his abdomen against Remus’ cock. He needed—he needed. “Maybe,” he conceded. “Depends on whether I can think afterward.”

He expected Sirius to start pounding him in earnest, but Sirius kept his pace, running his hands along Remus’ narrow hips and over his thighs, then back down to get good handfuls of his ass. Sirius spread him wide in a smooth motion and a short whine made Remus bite the inside of his lip, only to be kissed until he released it again.

And they stayed there. Waiting. Quiet. Sirius holding him open while he slipped in and out hardly an inch, over and over, pushing Remus up the wall with the force of each grind. It was tearing him apart, bit by bit.

“I need—” Remus gasped, clutching Sirius’ shoulder blades as the head of his cock continued rubbing over his prostate. His knee slid up to Sirius’ ribs as the shivery feeling in his gut intensified. He couldn’t even ask for more; it was slow and intentional and toe-curlingly good, and he was going to melt right down onto the goddamn floor. “Oh, shit, Sirius.”

Sirius shushed him softly and pressed him further into the wall. He replaced one hand with his knee again in a single effortless move and trailed his fingertips along Remus’ inner thighs, where the fine tremor running through him had started making an appearance. “You can take it,” he said lowly.

“Harder—gimme harder.”

“No.”

Another whine, louder this time, slipped through his teeth and Remus braced his foot against the couch arm for some leverage to rock down, but Sirius caught him under the knee and hefted him back up with a little bounce that made his mouth fall open at the sudden stimulation. It didn’t last long—he was back to a slowly-melting mess in seconds.

“You can take it hard,” Sirius agreed with a chaste kiss to the corner of Remus’ lips. It took him a moment to register it and chase after him for more, but Sirius just nuzzled into his cheek. “I love seeing you break under me and listening to you babble until you don’t make sense anymore. But when I want you to stop thinking…”

“Oh,” Remus whimpered, feeling another piece of his brain go radio silent when Sirius gave the base of his cock a squeeze.

“…I know exactly what you need.” It came out like the purr of a big cat, quiet and rumbly where his chest laid flat against Remus’. He was warm all over. Dizzy under the constant, pointed motions of Sirius’ rolling hips. Falling apart at the seams. Sirius shifted the hand holding him open to stroke at where they pressed together and a funny sort of wheeze escaped Remus. “What do you think, Re? Am I fucking you like I married you, now?”

All he could offer was a silent nod. Sirius Black, you absolute menace.

“Pink cheeks,” Sirius hummed, running the back of his hand over Remus’ cheekbones in a way that was somehow tender and possessive at the same time. He felt himself go hotter and turned away from it, away from the kind words and sweet tone that were so at odds with everything else about their situation. “Hey, no, look at me. Pretty boy, so smart. I do love it when you’re picky. There’s nobody else I want to check my plays. I love how much you love hockey.”

“Love you,” Remus corrected, though it came out as more of a slurred ‘luvva’. The praise was making him feel strange, like Sirius had shone a flashlight on him while also bundling him up safe and secure. It was—it was just too much, but any attempt to writhe away from it was met with a wall or Sirius himself.

“Don’t run away.” Sirius kissed him again, sweet and soft. Remus made a noise low in his throat when the index finger of his free hand pressed in alongside his cock, just an inch, just enough to tease. His legs shook around Sirius’ waist. “Let me say nice things to you, ouais?”

“Oh, no, no, no—” This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Sirius pushed, Remus pushed back, Remus got fucked over the nearest flat (usually) surface. He had not prepared himself to be leaking precome over Sirius’ hand from a few honeyed words.

“No?” Sirius nudged their noses together; Remus could hear how labored his breathing had become and moaned when his finger slid in another inch. “You don’t like it?”

“Like it,” he mumbled, loose-lipped and half-coherent. “Like it so much, love you, love you.”

“You still want it harder?”

Remus shook his head and guided Sirius closer by the back of his neck. It took a few tries, but then they were kissing for real, muffling Remus’ cry when Sirius began moving his cock and his finger in tandem. He was sandwiched as tight as he could ever imagine between a sturdy body and the wall, held up only by Sirius’ knee and hand. This is the peak of my entire life, he thought. I will nitpick every single play he ever puts in front of me.

Sirius laughed quietly into his mouth. Oops. “Please don’t, it would destroy my ego.”

“Your ego can take it,” Remus answered, closing his eyes at a deeper push. “And your plays are fucking gorgeous.”

“You’re gorgeous.” He groaned, going to cover his face with one hand, but Sirius pulled it away and placed it back on his own shoulder before taking Remus’ cock once again to rub relentlessly over the dripping head. “Stop that, I want to see how handsome you are when I come.”

A shout stuck in his chest and Remus arched into him, every muscle tightening as he came hard enough to spatter his sternum. It left him breathless and thrashing, but he yanked Sirius closer when he felt him pull away. “Fuck me through it,” he demanded, even as his knees folded on Sirius’ waist. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

The finger inside him disappeared and he had only a moment to mourn the loss before both of Sirius’ hands were on his ass again, canting his hips up to accommodate the height difference when Sirius straightened and began to rail him like Remus had thought he would from the beginning. Frantic, half-strangled noises were music to his ears as Sirius dragged his orgasm out to its final threads—a laugh bubbled out of him, but was quickly drowned out by Sirius’ shout as he shoved Remus against the wall and buried himself inside, breathing hard into the joint of his shoulder.

They remained there, both trembling, both sweaty enough that Remus could feel it cooling on his skin and damp on his hands. Every inch of him buzzed with the rush; he placed a few openmouthed kisses on the curve of Sirius’ neck, where his heaving gasps for air were most severe. It was rather flattering, to be honest. He took a stupid amount of joy in making Sirius look that happily worn out.

“Your play looks really, really good,” he murmured without removing his lips from flushed skin. Sirius smiled, forehead against the wall. “Both Finn and James would fuckin’ kill it out there. You’re so smart.”

Sirius hummed, licking over his collarbone before biting down gently. “I wanna win.”

“I know you do.” He stroked the side of Sirius’ face, then turned it toward himself. His eyes were a softer grey now. Less of a lightning storm, more of a drizzling raincloud. Remus kissed the tip of his nose. “We’ll win with you at the lead.”

“It was a silly fight.”

Sirius’ accent was thick, his eyelids drooping. Remus loved how he looked a little sex-drunk. “Yeah,” he agreed. “But I like this part.”

“I’m sorry for being pushy. And calling you picky.”

“Don’t apologize for that. I am picky. You have every right to be pushy about your plays.”

“You didn’t feel like I was bullying you, ouais?”

“Bullying me?” Remus laughed, tapping Sirius’ waist to be let down on shaky legs. “Baby, no, I had a great time.”

He stumbled when his feet found solid ground and Sirius caught him neatly under the arms, drawing him right into a cuddle. “Me, too,” he admitted. “You’re hot when you’re picky.”

“You just like a challenge.”

“That is not a secret, loup.”

“Wanna shower together?”

A thoughtful look crossed Sirius’ face before he looked down with a mischievous grin. “I’ll blow you if you wash my hair.”

“Deal.”

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fruitcoops · 2 years

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Hello! I just went through the entirety of your coops fics because I was in a very major coops mood. The most recent one is also absolute gold, I loved it so much! If inspiration ever strikes you, might I request some more of ✨sexually charged✨ (if that is the word) pre-coops? I'm in love with the way you write the tension between them! (And they certainly don't always have innocent thoughts about one another pre-dating, jeez Remus "maybe I'd like him to push me up against the stalls when he's energized" Lupin) I hope you have a great day, no matter what you do with this ask obviously and thank you for all your amazing writing!!:) Also, apologies for my English!

Fic O'Ween Day 2: Moonlight! This is more cute and sweet, but there are certainly some moments where they need to go to horny jail. Character credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for momentary impure thoughts (gasp!)

You Have One (1) New Message From: Sirius Black

Remus nearly choked on half a sandwich as he snatched his phone off the desk with a glance to make sure the door was closed. Despite his best efforts, it was scientifically impossible for him to keep down a blush when Sirius was involved. The last thing he needed was someone wandering in while he was at his most embarrassing.

Are Pots’ pads in the storage closet?

And then, two seconds later:

Good morning : )

Remus ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. He received a dozen similar messages from the team every day, but there was something about Sirius that made his heart skip a beat after even the simplest question. Maybe it was because he could hear Sirius’ voice even through the screen, his accent curling around each word. Maybe it was because he could see that shy smile in the emojis that always, always accompanied a text from the captain. Maybe it was because Sirius was the one person he wanted to kiss until they were both blue in the face.

New Message To: Sirius Black

No, Pots’ pads are drying in the ice room.

And then, after two seconds of thought:

Morning : )

“Pull it together,” Remus muttered to himself as his stomach flipflopped. He checked the time, cursed, and set his phone facedown on the desk. Less than ten minutes of his lunch break remained—he would be lucky to get five with the team’s track record of terrible timing.

Sirius was laughably out of his league, famous, and straight. Remus’ poor, romantic little heart didn’t seem to get that memo. It was kind of mortifying, actually—he was afraid he’d start doodling their initials in tiny hearts on the corner of his notes like a fucking middle schooler soon.

Remus groaned under his breath at the thought and let his forehead thud against the top of his desk. Feelings were a nightmare. Curling up under his desk like an elderly fox dying in the woods was sounding better with every passing moment.

“Fuck.” He checked the clock again—six minutes until the end of his lunch, eleven until Kasey’s appointment. He cast one more baleful glance to his sandwich before sliding it back into his lunch bag and dragging himself upright.

“I almost have it, stop twitching!”

“Well, maybe if you moved your ass—”

“Hey, guys, I—oh.”

Sirius froze and felt James do the same.

“Should I…” Remus trailed off, tilting his head slightly to the side. “Should I come back, or…?”

“No, no, you’re good,” James assured him. His weight rocked back and Sirius gritted his teeth as a heel dug into his shoulder. Of all the humiliating positions to be found in, Remus had to walk in when he was playing the illustrious role of human stepstool. Fantastic.

He tried to fight his blush when Remus looked down at him, a laugh ticking at the corner of his mouth. “I thought you were looking for pads?”

“We are.” Sirius bit back a groan when James’ foot found a bruise from the last game. “Couldn’t find them.”

“Yeah, no, I got your text. But why are you looking up there?”

“We checked everywhere else.”

“Why would I put your pads in a place I can’t reach?”

A beat of silence passed. “I guess we didn’t think of that,” James mused before stepping back onto the floor with one last dig of his bony heel into the small of Sirius’ back.

“Ow—”

“Don’t be a baby.”

Sirius got to his feet with as much dignity as he could muster and dusted himself off, offering a strained smile to Remus. He was in his usual (adorable) uniform of khakis and a polo—blue today, softening the pale gold of his skin—and waited patiently for them to finish in the doorway to the ice baths. “We checked in the storage closet,” Sirius explained. “For the pads. They weren’t there.”

Obviously, or else he wouldn’t have found you two doing a Dumb and Dumber skit. Remus, to his credit, seemed rather unfazed as he turned to James. “Did you check the towel drying racks?”

“The what?”

“How are you alive?”

“Stubbornness and healthy living,” James said brightly.

Remus just shook his head with a grin, his soft curls falling over his forehead. Sirius wanted to squeeze him. “I don’t get paid enough for this. C’mon.”

Sirius trailed after him without hesitation, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on Remus’ left ear. Not his (strong, lean) shoulders or his (perfect for holding) waist or his (god bless the inventor of khakis) rear end. Left ear. The left ear was safe, bland, and—and—

And there was a small freckle near the tip that Sirius wanted to kiss. And the short-cropped sides of Remus’ hair just brushed it like a halo. And, and, and, because Remus Lupin could never be just one thing. There was too much good about him. Sirius had known it from the moment he realized he’d do anything for a single smile from those lips.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?”

He startled, glancing down at James. “Why?”

James shrugged. “I dunno, you seem distracted.”

“Maybe you should be more entertaining.”

That got him a grin and an elbow to the ribs; Sirius smiled, ducking his head with it. James was like that, too—so much good condensed into a best-friend-sized package. God, he could hear the ‘package’ jokes James would make if he ever said that aloud. From anyone else, it would have been irritating.

Remus paused by the door with a flourish of his hand. “Ta-da! Pads drying on a drying rack. Who would have thought?”

Sirius’ cheeks heated as James let out a bark of laughter. Embarrassment never seemed to affect James, unless it came from Lily. He watched as James slung an arm around Remus and planted a wet kiss to his cheek, and tried not to acknowledge the hot spark of want in his belly. Remus was nice. Remus wouldn’t think anything of it if Sirius did the same. The problem was, Sirius wasn’t sure if he could stop himself once he folded.

“Next time, check your phone instead of playing ladder for Thing One, eh?” Remus teased, twisting a dry towel in his hand before patting Sirius on the chest.

Sirius choked a noise back at the last possible second.

Remus blinked. His butterscotch lashes fluttered once before his eyes settled on Sirius’, curious and deer-soft and full of the intensity, the pure focus, that Sirius admired above most other things. He had been studied his whole life and never once been seen quite like that.

Remus’ hand was still on his chest. His brow furrowed. Sirius was acutely aware that he was still holding his breath; his mouth watered at the thought of pressing a light kiss to that worried crease, the scrunch of his pointed nose, the slight downturn of his lips. The uninvited image of where else that furrow-scrunch combination might appear (on his mattress, healing hands curled in the sheets, bright in the moonlight like Remus deserved and stop it stop it stop it) sprang to mind before Sirius could divert his attention. He was morbidly grateful for his loose basketball shorts.

A light jab to the chest shocked him from his daydream. “That hurts?”

“…huh?”

Remus poked him again, dead center over his right pec. “You made a noise. What’s wrong?”

“I—um, I was—” Words. He needed words. What’s a word? “I was on bench rotation. Tired. Tired muscles. Non, nothing wrong.”

Remus snorted. “Being a baby, then, got it.”

The far door flew open and Sirius flinched, but Remus’ attention was already gone and James was shaking his skates at him like a dog’s leash. “Yo, it’s showtime, stop hogging my Loops.”

“Captain privilege, I get first dibs,” Sirius countered with a wry smile, even as something in him twitched at my Loops. Maybe it was his imagination, but Remus looked rather pleased.

“You have to stop using that excuse to get whatever you want.”

“Someday you’ll understand.”

“Hey.” Remus touched his elbow and Sirius stopped on a dime. He wound the towel around his hand once more, offering a smile that was half-concern, half-assurance. “Tell me if that muscle keeps acting up, okay? Powering through won’t help if you pulled something.”

As if Sirius would ever pass up an opportunity to talk with him. Was it unethical to fake an injury? “I will,” he promised.

“Solid.” They bumped fists and Sirius gave a dramatic shake of his hand, just to watch Remus roll his eyes. “I’ll see you at four. Remember to—”

“—ice 30 minutes before and bring Tylenol for after,” he finished, nodding along. “I got you, Loops.”

Remus’ next breath was a bit sharper than usual, smoothing on the exhale with a smile. “Yeah, I know.”

“Captain!” James hollered.

Sirius smiled through the urge to lock his best friend in a storage closet. “Four o’clock.”

“See you there.”

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