Moonlit Escapades (Part-2)
Not necessary but this post is part 1 if anyone wants to check it out :)
(In which the boys are out for a late night swim—tagging @loving-the-marauders yell your thoughts at me in my dms ahh <3 )
“Go on,” Sirius grins at him. “You first.”
“Me?” Remus ducks down panting, still breathless from their little run. “This was your idea,”
Sirius shrugs, tossing his shirt off while Remus gawks at him from where he stands, on the safer side of the boardwalk.
He’s pale and there’s the edge of a faint scar tracing down his back, which Remus can make out even from where he stands.
He follows the white scarred tissue, up his back to find Sirius looking back at him. Remus hastily averts his eyes.
The other boy raises his eyebrows expectantly. Waiting.
So Remus unbuttons his own shirt, shivering slightly at the cold night air biting against his skin. It’s barely there, however, slowly being replaced by the thrum of steady excitement bubbling up in his stomach.
Sirius nods, satisfied.
Then he jumps. It’s followed by a splash and a triumphant sound.
Remus runs forward, laughing as Sirius breaks the surface, grinning victoriously. His long black hair floats around his shoulders like spilled ink.
Remus sits down at the ledge.
“Is it cold?”
Sirius shakes his head, even as he lets out an excited shiver. He edges closer.
“Your turn.”
Remus hesitates.
“Think I’m good,” He says, shivering as he lowers his feet into the lake. It is cold, in fact, delightfully so. "You go on,"
“Oh cmon,” Sirius pouts, nudging his knee. The contact sends shivers down his spine.
“Maybe in a bit,”
“You always need convincing,”
Sirius hoists himself upwards with alarming agility, so that his hands are planted on the wooden boardwalk, on either side of Remus, enclosing him.
Beads of water roll off his shoulders like pearls in the crack of the moon and Remus can’t remember if his tongue normally feels this heavy and slack in his mouth. Their noses would be brushing, he thinks dimly, if Sirius were to lean any closer.
Sirius smirks as if he can hear his thoughts and Remus finds his face heating up at the prospect, silently thankful that there’s no one to bear witness but the shy rays of the moonlight.
“What are you doing?” He whispers, entranced, when he manages to find his words. Sirius doesn’t answer
His gray eyes rake over him, leisurely yet deliberate, like everything else Sirius does before they meet Remus’s own brown ones with a devilish grin and he’s slipping back under.
It’s a second after, that Remus feels a tug on his ankle.
Then he’s falling, flailing limbs and a half formed sputter. He blinks, lungs screaming for a couple agonizing seconds, and something suspiciously slimy brushes against his arm before he breaks the surface. He hears shrieks of laughter next to him.
“Fuck you,” He coughs out, splashing water at Sirius, who has the nerve to look absolutely unashamed.
“Your welcome,” He sticks his tongue out. “How’s it feel to live for once?”
"I could’ve drowned, you prick,”
“Not with me” Sirius says confidently. “I wouldn’t have let you,”
“Idiot,”
“Says you,”
And because Remus is the mature one, he proceeds to flip him off.
Then he ducks back under the surface, fumbling in the cool darkness until he finds Sirius’s foot.
Then he tugs. Sirius is a little more prepared.
They lunge at each other in the shallow, murky water occasionally glimpsing the other through a dapple of moonlight.
They wrestle for a while—or try to, at least, slippery limbs and watery laughs, shivering in their boxers, nearly drowning each other several times in the process.
But it’s fun.
And Remus doesn’t regret it. Because he’s having fun and he’s with Sirius Black and his night tastes of salt and flat water, earthy and sweet and all too much like a freedom.
And the moon is beautiful.
Remus sneaks another glance at Sirius. The moon isn’t the only beautiful thing out today, after all.
And since it’s a fever dream of a night that’ll slip away with the coming of dawn, and since Sirius Black is a storm of a boy, annoying and loud and strange, with eyes like stars, and hair like an ebony waterfall and because Remus will most likely never see him again after camp, he allows himself to think it.
It’s a night for dangerous thoughts after all.
And Remus has never really been one to play it safe.
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“Someone likes Eddie!” Bev sang, waving a crumpled piece of notebook paper around as she took her seat at the lunch table. Next to her, Eddie, very solemnly, took a seat as well.
“I told you, it’s obviously a joke,” he grumbled, opening up his lunch box and taking out his pathetic little boiled-chicken-on-whole-wheat sandwich.
Bev slammed the notebook paper down into the table and pushed it closer for the others to see. “Eddie, please. This is legit romantic stuff. Look at this, guys!”
The others leaned over, reading the paper. Mike whistled under his breath. “I dunno, Eddie,” he said, impressed, “Bev’s got a point, that is pretty sappy.”
“Aww, it’s sweet,” Ben said, reading it with a smile. Eddie flushed and took a big bite of his sandwich as Bill grabbed the paper to see it better.
“It’s a joke,” he insisted, mouth full. “No one would be dumb enough to leave it just, fucking, laying at the very top of the garbage can if they were trying to hide it or keep it secret. Be real.”
Bill made a face and immediately dropped the paper. “You p-pulled it out of the g-garbage?” he asked Bev. “Which garbage?”
“Girl’s bathroom,” she answered simply.
Bill blanched and wiped his hand off on his pants while Stan stuck out his tongue and backed away in disgust. Bev rolled her eyes.
Thankfully, no one noticed Richie being particularly quiet on the matter, which was just okay with him.
At least, until he was on his way to his next class.
“Richie,” Stan breathed, finally catching up to him, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. “Are—are you…okay?”
Richie hummed, faux-casually. “Sure, Stan the man, why wouldn’t I be?”
Stan frowned. “Because you just found out someone has a crush on Eddie.”
“So?”
“So?” he balked. “So, you like Eddie, and—” He froze, the dots connecting as Richie’s face slowly got increasingly redder as his frown deepened. “Oh my god. It was yours. You wrote the note.”
“Say it louder, Stanley,” Richie hissed, “I don’t think everyone heard you.”
“Oh my god,” Stan groaned. “Why were you in the girl’s bathroom?!”
“Well, I couldn’t exactly throw it away in the boy’s bathroom!” Richie snapped. Stan rubbed his temples.
He was truly surrounded by idiots.
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Poast about the "fucking some guy" saga behind the scenes because I can't shut up about it :]
The idea of this series started as just some Maul porn (possibly as a kinda flashback in what became They finally fuck each other this time) where he fucks a guy. Originally i was thinking of going with a twi'lek because they're what we see as sex workers the most in canon, and also the idea of them having two dicks (to match the two headtails) entertains me
As mentioned before, the base of They finally fuck each other this time is actually a wip I've had for Months and didn't know where to go with
There was a scene in the wip where Obi-Wan gives Maul a patdown to check if he's really unarmed, but it was not homoerotic enough and felt kinda out of place and out of character so I cut it
(There were also supposed to be more scenes with Bo-Katan, but once again. did not fit well enough.)
There was gonna be a scene like right after they fuck where Obi-Wan gets a call from the Jedi Council because he's been gone and out of contact for Hours so of course they're worried. and he's like. "oh don't worry I was just having a conversation with a slightly paranoid possible new ally. nothing much going on :) " [<- his neck is visibly covered in hickeys and bite marks]
[yoda voice] some bacta you need. terrible post coital manners your new friend has.
The original original idea continues well after where I ended the series, and involved Maul being imprisoned after Bo-Katan gets the throne except he's put in like. a ray-shielded apartment. and Obi-Wan has to live with him. because there's no way simple technology can keep a Force user imprisoned so they should have a jedi guard him, and Bo-Katan asked him so nicely, how could he possibly refuse to submit to the torture of living a domestic life with his nemesis with benefits.
And from then on it's all just. silly gay slice of life.
Like.
Very awkward jedi visits because everyone wants to see how Obi-Wan is doing but they're all distrustful of Maul even though he's just. vibing in his corner. sipping tea or reading a book. ignoring everyone staring at him.
VERY awkward Anakin and Padmé visit because he Senses she is pregnant and the children (he can feel it's twins) are Force-sensitive and he's like. well that's Interesting [<- doing his best not to bring up the topic of fucking jedi]
(the visit slowly turns into talking about the merits of leaving the Jedi Order for love and how that's totally fine and not a betrayal of one's morals and if someone wanted to stop being a jedi to go marry a senator and become a father that would be totally fine Anakin we would all be so happy for you. hypothetically.)
A mandalorian tries to "jailbreak" Maul but he's like. I'm fine where I am, so no thank you. and this probably happens like once a month.
Arguing about tea (it's like a hobby for them) (force help anyone who visits them during these arguments, they WILL force people to take sides)
And more!
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