The One Where Remus Got Drunk

[theshabbiestofmen]

[It's been a good night. Home alone, some classical music on the radio, a large and dusty book, and a bottle of red wine to sip at while he reads. Sirius is out doing something-- Auror training, Remus thinks vaguely, but he's not entirely certain-- but the point is, Remus has some time to himself.

He didn't mean to get drunk, not really. It was just hard to resist a second glass of wine after he'd had his first, and then a third after his second-- and the wine tasted so delicious, and he'd been so thirsty-- and then he's peering at the bottom of the bottle with a chuckle, because what even happened to it all!

Ah, but that's a question for another time-- because there's someone at the front door, and Remus knows precisely who it is. And he's so happy his boyfriend is home, happy enough that he stumbles to his feet to go and let him in.]

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[theshabbiestofmen]

[But there's only so long Remus can sleep, even with a hangover. With a little groan he rolls over, burrowing over whatever's nearest-- a pillow or blanket or Sirius, or some combination of the three.]

[doggedly]

[Still asleep--mostly, more asleep than awake, anyways--Sirius shifts a little to accommodate that, mumbling vaguely. One arm flops over Remus' shoulders; the other stays throw above his head.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[But that hurts, and Remus lets out a pained little noise as his head throbs. That arm across his back is nice, and Remus squirms a little, trying to get Sirius to curl around him more.]

[doggedly]

Mnghrewe.

[He hears that noise, at least--it's just pained enough that it works through to him, and he half opens one eye.]

What?

[theshabbiestofmen]

My head hurts.

[He whines that a little-- but his head is pounding, and he pushes his face against Sirius' chest, as if that might help.]

An'-- and I'm sticky-- my head hurts and I'm sticky--

[doggedly]

Ah--

[Oh, right, here it is: a hangover. He puts his arms around Remus with a faint little yawn, just crawling toward wakefulness himself.]

Lie still and keep your eyes shut a moment. I'll get you some water, just-- quiet, for now.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Mm.

[He mumbles that agreeably and keeps still. After a moment, carefully, he pats blindly at Sirius' chest.]

[doggedly]

[He smiles, quietly, and slips one hand up to push through Remus' hair, gently, carefully.]

Poor drunky Remus.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He groans his agreement-- but that hurts too, and he winces even as he burrows closer.]

What happened last night?

[doggedly]

[He laughs, gently running his fingers through his hair again.]

Well, I came home, and you were a few drinks in. Very sloppy. Very adorable. D'you seriously not remember any of it?

[theshabbiestofmen]

I-- it hurts to remember.

[He mumbles that sleepily and tilts his head back, pushing against Sirius' hand.]

You-- mm. You fucked me. Yeah? My arse bloody hurts, so it was that or something else I'd rather not consider--

[doggedly]

[He laughs at that vagueness, pushing his fingers through Remus' hair again, careful and gentle.]

What else would it be? And yeah, I did--sort of stung you don't remember, considering it was really good-- you were really good--

[theshabbiestofmen]

Mm.

[He does remember, sort of, in little flashes and bursts of pictures-- but then his head begins pounding again, and Remus groans softly.]

I remember I acted really stupidly.

[doggedly]

You didn't.

[It's a gentle little correction; he strokes at Remus' hair. And he does smile, after a beat.]</small. Well, a little. But it was a hot sort of stupid. I liked it. Very free of inhibitions, and all.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I kept--

[He groans again, though this one isn't because of the pain in his head.]

Why didn't you just lock me in a room and ignore me? Bloody hell.

[doggedly]

Because I liked it, as I said. Because it was weirdly very hot. And because you're bloody impossible to ignore when you're all over me like that, I couldn't have locked you away if I'd tried--

[He leans in to kiss the top of Remus' head, just as gentle, even though he's grinning.]

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I just--

[He rubs at his face with one hand, still pressed against Sirius.]

'S hard when you're drunk. It's very-- hard-- to control your urges like that. That's all. And I do like it when you're forceful, I'm sorry I kept saying it but it's true--

[doggedly]

[He laughs at that, quietly--not unkindly, certainly--and scratches gently at Remus' hair, the way you'd soothe a dog.]

I know. Oh, it's all right, I'm not actually laughing at you or, or judging you, or something-- you're a git-- [He kisses him again, with another little laugh.] Though it's good to know how much you like force. Reminds me to give it to you more often.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I'm judging me.

[And it says something about Sirius, about how much he loves Sirius, that even that teasing little comment makes his insides squirm a little.]

I'm never getting drunk again, I hope you know. Was it even good with me so intoxicated?

[doggedly]

[He laughs, but this one is tinged with disbelief.]

Was it good. Was it good, he asks-- God, it was brilliant, I could've gone again except you fell asleep-- you'd better get drunk again, I don't want that to be my last time!

[theshabbiestofmen]

What was so good about it? And don't laugh so loudly, please--

[He peers groggily up at Sirius, eyes narrowed.]

'M just as good sober.

[doggedly]

Yeah, yeah--

[That's something like a sorry; he kisses Remus' forehead instead, smiling gently at him.]

You are, definitely. It was just-- different, like this. You were incredibly direct, for starters, that was interesting.

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[He tilts his head a little, still uncertain.]

I could . . . try and be more like that. If it was so interesting.

[doggedly]

Well--

[He raises his eyebrows a little, considering Remus' face.]

I don't mean your way is bad. You do realise that, right? That's not what I'm saying.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Yeah?