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leashy_bebes) wrote2006-12-11 01:27 pm
leashy_bebes) wrote2006-12-11 01:27 pm
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FIC: In Pairs - Not Now
Title: In Pairs - 'Not Now' [3/4+epilogue]
Characters: Sirius/Remus
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language only. Slashiness. And overall angsty mess.
Notes: Okay, so in episode 1 (I think) of series one of Paul Abbott's Shameless, Steve (James McAvoy) says to Fiona (Anne Marie-Duff) something along the lines of, "most of life's problems are caused by little words that come in pairs." The series title, and the whole idea of the fic comes from that line. If you've never seen the show, I heartily recommend it.
Also, I don't have a beta, so all mistakes are my own.
Leaning heavily against the door in one of the many guest suites of the Potter townhouse, Sirius can barely contain his thrills of delight long enough to inveigle his arm between Remus' jacket and his shirt. The muggle suit was definitely, definitely, definitely a good move. Better yet is that Remus' hands are in his hair, that Remus is straining forward as much as he can, shifting his grip on Sirius possessively.
I've missed you, is what Sirius really wants to say, but he doesn't want to get into why or how he's been missing Remus when they sleep in the same bed most nights, not when Remus is pressed so close, not when Remus is reaching towards him for the first time in ages. He settles for, I want you instead, and opens his mouth to breath the words to Remus' neck. Remus moves his head at that moment though, pressing his own open mouth urgently against Sirius' and the words are lost.
He thinks it instead, thinks it fiercely, drums out its beat with every swipe of his tongue around the hot interior of Remus' mouth. I want you I want you I want you I want you want you want want want you. He presses his hand to the small of Remus' back and Remus groans into their kiss, arching closer.
"Sirius," Remus breathes, moving far enough to rest their foreheads together, panting hard into Sirius' face. Sirius lifts his head, quests with his lips thinking oh no no don't talk not now shh no please. Remus makes a tiny noise of resignation and gains a tight grip on Sirius' waist, notching their hips together and pressing forward with a gentle pressure that has Sirius trying to fling his head back in ecstacy, and colliding instead with the door.
The thud rings through his ears, but Remus doesn't seem to notice. His hands are still on Sirius' waist, flexing and tightening; long, thin fingers moving with deceptive gentleness - deceptive when you know how strong Remus really is. Sirius sees sparks, but he doesn't know whether that's fron banging his head or from the feel of Remus' lips, from the barest pressure of his teeth pressing against Sirius' neck, low down, where any marks will be hidden by the collar of his shirt.
Things have been going so wrong between them lately, in spite of every effort they've made. They've always argued, since they were at school, but then they always strove to make it up quickly, especially Remus. Now though, Remus is content to let an argument stew for days. He just won't say a word more than is strictly necessary to Sirius, and on days like that, panicky thoughts about he doesn't even like me anymore fly around Sirius' head until he can't think straight.
This though, this feels like it used to feel - like it should feel. It doesn't feel like they're doing this because they have to. They're a couple, and couples fuck, and that's been all there is to it for a while. Now, with Remus sharing his own shuddering breaths, and Remus making those keening, aggressive noises in the back of his throat, and Remus' hands hot on his waist and Remus Remus Remus, it's so much more perfect than it has been in ages.
Sirius is so grateful that he clings to Remus tightly, melting against him, sandwiched and held upright only by the combined strength of Remus' own body and the door at his back. His fingers curl into the soft hair at the nape of Remus' neck and he breathes into Remus' mouth.
Sirius can't help himself. His disentangles his fingers from Remus' hair and trails his hands down over Remus' strong arms, down to where his hands rest on Sirius waist, and between their bodies, fingers scrabbling at the buckle on Remus' belt.
"I love you," he breathes, the buckle clinking as he finally undoes it and slides the belt free, his fingers going to the button on Remus' trousers. He's already starting to feel Remus stiffen and freeze against him, but he denies it fiercely to himself, fumbling with the button, one hand dipping inside.
"Stop, Sirius," Remus says softly.
"Remus, no," Sirius breathes, not wanting to believe what he's just heard.
"It's Lily and James' wedding. Stop." Remus takes a step away, but Sirius paces up level with him again.
"Please."
"You have to give a speech."
"So?"
"So, you have to give a speech. In about fifteen minutes."
"Long enough to..."
"Sirius."
"Remus, for fuck's sake - "
"Not now," Remus says shortly, tugging at his suit jacket to straighten it and stepping neatly around Sirius to the door.
Not now, Sirius says to himself, repeating the words over and over until they lose whatever tiny scrap of meaning they once had, until they become nothing more than a way of measuring time. Not-now not-now not-now.
Characters: Sirius/Remus
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language only. Slashiness. And overall angsty mess.
Notes: Okay, so in episode 1 (I think) of series one of Paul Abbott's Shameless, Steve (James McAvoy) says to Fiona (Anne Marie-Duff) something along the lines of, "most of life's problems are caused by little words that come in pairs." The series title, and the whole idea of the fic comes from that line. If you've never seen the show, I heartily recommend it.
Also, I don't have a beta, so all mistakes are my own.
most of life's problems are caused by little words that come in pairs
Leaning heavily against the door in one of the many guest suites of the Potter townhouse, Sirius can barely contain his thrills of delight long enough to inveigle his arm between Remus' jacket and his shirt. The muggle suit was definitely, definitely, definitely a good move. Better yet is that Remus' hands are in his hair, that Remus is straining forward as much as he can, shifting his grip on Sirius possessively.
I've missed you, is what Sirius really wants to say, but he doesn't want to get into why or how he's been missing Remus when they sleep in the same bed most nights, not when Remus is pressed so close, not when Remus is reaching towards him for the first time in ages. He settles for, I want you instead, and opens his mouth to breath the words to Remus' neck. Remus moves his head at that moment though, pressing his own open mouth urgently against Sirius' and the words are lost.
He thinks it instead, thinks it fiercely, drums out its beat with every swipe of his tongue around the hot interior of Remus' mouth. I want you I want you I want you I want you want you want want want you. He presses his hand to the small of Remus' back and Remus groans into their kiss, arching closer.
"Sirius," Remus breathes, moving far enough to rest their foreheads together, panting hard into Sirius' face. Sirius lifts his head, quests with his lips thinking oh no no don't talk not now shh no please. Remus makes a tiny noise of resignation and gains a tight grip on Sirius' waist, notching their hips together and pressing forward with a gentle pressure that has Sirius trying to fling his head back in ecstacy, and colliding instead with the door.
The thud rings through his ears, but Remus doesn't seem to notice. His hands are still on Sirius' waist, flexing and tightening; long, thin fingers moving with deceptive gentleness - deceptive when you know how strong Remus really is. Sirius sees sparks, but he doesn't know whether that's fron banging his head or from the feel of Remus' lips, from the barest pressure of his teeth pressing against Sirius' neck, low down, where any marks will be hidden by the collar of his shirt.
Things have been going so wrong between them lately, in spite of every effort they've made. They've always argued, since they were at school, but then they always strove to make it up quickly, especially Remus. Now though, Remus is content to let an argument stew for days. He just won't say a word more than is strictly necessary to Sirius, and on days like that, panicky thoughts about he doesn't even like me anymore fly around Sirius' head until he can't think straight.
This though, this feels like it used to feel - like it should feel. It doesn't feel like they're doing this because they have to. They're a couple, and couples fuck, and that's been all there is to it for a while. Now, with Remus sharing his own shuddering breaths, and Remus making those keening, aggressive noises in the back of his throat, and Remus' hands hot on his waist and Remus Remus Remus, it's so much more perfect than it has been in ages.
Sirius is so grateful that he clings to Remus tightly, melting against him, sandwiched and held upright only by the combined strength of Remus' own body and the door at his back. His fingers curl into the soft hair at the nape of Remus' neck and he breathes into Remus' mouth.
Sirius can't help himself. His disentangles his fingers from Remus' hair and trails his hands down over Remus' strong arms, down to where his hands rest on Sirius waist, and between their bodies, fingers scrabbling at the buckle on Remus' belt.
"I love you," he breathes, the buckle clinking as he finally undoes it and slides the belt free, his fingers going to the button on Remus' trousers. He's already starting to feel Remus stiffen and freeze against him, but he denies it fiercely to himself, fumbling with the button, one hand dipping inside.
"Stop, Sirius," Remus says softly.
"Remus, no," Sirius breathes, not wanting to believe what he's just heard.
"It's Lily and James' wedding. Stop." Remus takes a step away, but Sirius paces up level with him again.
"Please."
"You have to give a speech."
"So?"
"So, you have to give a speech. In about fifteen minutes."
"Long enough to..."
"Sirius."
"Remus, for fuck's sake - "
"Not now," Remus says shortly, tugging at his suit jacket to straighten it and stepping neatly around Sirius to the door.
Not now, Sirius says to himself, repeating the words over and over until they lose whatever tiny scrap of meaning they once had, until they become nothing more than a way of measuring time. Not-now not-now not-now.