hogwrites | I'll cover you

Okay. Well. He took that well. Most people didn't even want to touch him or get near him, he hadn't expect someone to be so cool about it all. His eyes widened very noticeably and he felt like he was on the verge but then the other thing was there and at his point, he could run to a train but he probably couldn't while intoxicated and lost so he just went for it.

"I don't have a dick."

Well. That was one way to come out. He couldn't have picked his words better. "I was --" Remus swayed his head side to side as he debated how to say it. "I was born one way, now I'm another. Is that a deal breaker or like-- I'm starting to wonder what is for you."

"I don't know, mate. If you voted Tory?" Which he strongly assumed Remus didn't, so Sirius wasn't overly worried. "You are a handsome bloke. Stop making me look like I can't pull and take my hand already, I want to get food."

So, no, the other reveal hadn't thrown him much either. "You're too nervous. Relax, Remus. We are young, the night is ours. Want to share some chips? Sorry, mate, I know this stuff is important and all but I'm starving."

He had gotten food at James and Lily's, but James had wanted food to be fancy, befitting the occasion, so the portions had been tiny. Had been a funny joke at the time, but now here he was, ravenous.

"If you don't care, it ain't important. I do my due diligence and I tell people, you know? It's up to them to decide. If they care, I fuck off and if they don't care, neither do I." Remus explained as he took Sirius' hand, kind of pleased that this was all going well cause whatever - he wanted it so bad and he didn't even care if it seemed fake. Like a hallucination or maybe Sirius was in a cult. There had to be a catch but he didn't look for it.

"For the record, you're the first bloke who didn't care. Hence my lack of experience handling-- this." He gestured to their hands and then he smiled. "I'll split chips with you. I only got a tenner on me. I can't afford the train back." He laughed at that, it was funny to him. "But we can get chips with it, might as well."

"Only got a tenner so you're stuck in jolly old London? You are mental, mate, you are." Not that Sirius seemed that bothered by that either. If anything, it assured him that they made a good match. He walked out of the station still holding Remus's hand, not only not caring about any looks they got, but honestly not even registering them. He liked to focus on the parts of the world that mattered. "I can spot you for the chips. And, who knows? Maybe you can just shack up with me tonight."

Didn't seem like the worst idea, given the situation Remus was in. Which made a lot more sense now. "You could probably teach some classes at the centre, you know? They have all kinds of stuff there."

"I keep telling people, I'll fucking teach anywhere. It's just that no one wants me. I can't blame them, I'm a bit of a shitty pick. I'm off work so much these days and I'm naff at lying in the interview. I had a good job but I lost it. The parents thought I was a deviant homosexual spreading my AIDS and propaganda." He wasn't even out, they just assumed. If he had AIDS, he was gay. There was no other option. Just like if he had AIDS, he also had to be sleeping around. A great irony there. Remus smiled at Sirius, kind of relieved to just talk about his life a little and not hide it all. Sirius was so ... so supportive. In a sense. Caring. Actually listening to him. He'd never had that before.

"I'm pretty open where I end up, I'm about to lose my place and I can't move back in with my parents. They worry. They worry so much, always did." He waved his hand in dismissal. "London seems -- seems as good as any to be homeless."

"Don't be daft. Why would you be homeless? I told you, mi casa e su casa." Sirius felt that was making himself clear. He liked Remus so far, he did think he was handsome, so maybe he was going to keep going in that vein. Seduce him. Or maybe they could just be mates, but either way... "We've got to stick together, don't we? Stick it to those wankers. Can't think of a way to piss them off more than just us living our best life."

And he wanted to piss them off. He was so angry at how unfair the world was. "Bet you are a brilliant teacher. I didn't have any teacher with a bum as nice as yours back in school, might have helped my attentiveness."

Or maybe not. Might have been quite distracting. Still.

"I assume it would have hurt your focus more and made the teacher deeply uncomfortable but... well, thank you." Well, he just imagined a teenage boy lusting after him and the horror was palpable. "Bet you were a shit student. I know you type, I can tell by looking at you and how you talk. You were a bit of a clown and got into lots of fights but you did well in class and you never had to try for it."

Well, he had that energy, he just had to assume. He snorted in amusement and shook his head. "I don't care about pissing anyone off. I'd rather not, honestly. It's exhausting. I'm too tired to care." Sometimes he felt like he was a bad gay for not being more active and in-your-face over it but he was just so done with life, he struggled to have the drive to.

"That's the beauty, sweetheart. You don't have to do anything to piss people off. Just be your lovely self." That said, Sirius kissed Remus's cheek and then pulled him along to chippie, ordering for them both. Afterwards, he turned back to Remus and nodded his head. "You've got me figured out, by the way. Described me to a T. All of that and I got the reputation of shagging lots of birds somehow. Never quite figured out where that came from."

He was a flirty bloke, sure, but he'd never gone further than an unfortunate snogging incident with a girl, so he wasn't sure how that had happened.

"I think you just seem like the type. You're very much full of rockstar energy." The look, the rebel attitude, the intentional displays. That kiss, fuck, it was the most he'd ever been kissed and his cheek still tingled from it. "I'd have pegged you for a ladies man, if it weren't for the earring and the book."

He looked him up and down and then shrugged. "I don't pick up blokes but I picked up enough from going out to know a queer when I see one."

Looking inside, he watched them make their chips and waited eagerly. "So tell me what the catch is then. You're handsome and you're being all nice to me and I'm some disease riddled stranger on a train. You in a cult? Recruiting for you church? Cause I know I ain't that handsome."

"Plenty handsome from where I'm standing," Sirius reasoned, looking at Remus and running a finger along the side of his face. He had nice features, even though, yes, he could see the strain of it all on him. "Anyway, you're the one who identified me based on the book I'm reading. Dead sexy, that. Hard to find a bookish queer in Soho, I can tell you that."

He shook his head. "Don't worry. I'm not religious. I just think sometimes people click. I met my best friend on the first day of school, on the train on the way there. Now I'm going to be his best mate. I think sometimes you just know when someone's going to matter to you."

"I don't believe in that sort of thing. Destiny and fate and all that rot but I rather like the idea of the click. I'll take that. I think I'm dead lucky tonight." He started the evening broke, tired and worried and now here he was, in fucking London, getting chips with the hottest bloke in the UK. And he was sure that was accurate.

As Sirius went inside to get their chips, Remus tried his best not to be eager but as soon as he was offered food, he ate a good handful, clearly hungry. Food was at the back of his mind a lot these days, he often skipped meals so now, he was starving.

"Good company. Good chips."

"Good click," Sirius suggested, taking just one chip for himself as he watched Remus kind of wolf it down. Something endearing and attractive about that, honestly. Clearly hungry and that was good to see, given everything he knew now. He grabbed another few chips as he led the way, this time wrapping an arm around Remus. "I really hate being mistaken for hetero, you know? Nightmare, that."

Much better to walk around gaily, he felt. Which, yes, could lead to a lot of fights, but he regarded that a plus, personally. "You still up for the pub? Because we could also just go straight to mine."

"I'm not a big drinker these days, not gonna lie but I don't mind either way. I just want to sit somewhere and kill some time before I go back to reality." Job hunting and rent and all that kind of stuff. His watch started to beep insistently and Remus paused, handing Sirius the chips so he could turn the damn thing off. He pulled out a little box from his inside pocket and pulled out his pills, swallowing them dry. "Sorry, can't forget them or I'm beyond fucked."

He smiled a little, still not sure how comfortable Sirius was with it but he did seem fine. Apparently. For some reason. "If we're broke, we could go to yours. Watch the telly or something."

"Let's go to mine then. I've got some leftovers to heat up, my mate brought them over the other day. He's a cook." And Peter was a good sort, he shared the bounty every now and then, as long as it wasn't food that he cared for too much. Well, some friendship favours were conditional. "I'm not entirely broke, but payday's still a bit off. Got a part in a play, but we are still at rehearsal stage right now." Slow time, money-wise. "You like the theatre? I can get you free tickets, there's that. Can't eat those, but at least you'll starve while entertained."

"Theatre is good, I like it. I haven't been to many but what I have, I liked." He mostly knew the ones from his school trips but given the price of tickets and his parents lacklustre wages, they hadn't exactly been theatre goers. Which was good for Remus in some ways, he was bad at sitting still and the chairs were always garbage, made his back hurt. "If you're gonna be fine with me staying that long, I mean..."

He just didn't get it. He looked at Sirius, a concerned frown. Maybe he was a serial killer. They always said they were charming and manipulative. Then again, being killed by a sexy serial killer did beat a death by AIDS so... whatever.

"Let's see how it goes. But I told you, mate. I believe that sometimes you just meet people that matter." Sirius shrugged his shoulders, pulling Remus just that little bit closer against him as if to reassure him. He understood his apprehension, but in a way that made it easier for him to make his mind up. He certainly didn't feel threatened by Remus in any way. "You worry too much. Stop overthinking. In fact, let's do an exercise. Pretend that you and I have been together for ages. Improvise. Do you know the first rule of improvisation? Always say yes."

He pressed his lips together, then took the empty chip bag and balled it up, tossing it into a bin as they walked past it. "Honey," he said, deciding he was in character now, "We should get curtains for the bedroom."

"God, I'm terrible at this stuff." Remus huffed with a small laugh, watching Sirius toss away the wrapper. He put his hand into his pocket and considered the prompt. "Yeah, we need blackout ones cause the light is fucking me up. I'm unemployed, I have the God given right to lie in and the sun is ruining it for me."

He puffed out his cheeks and huffed, basing his rant on some very real feedback for his own bedroom. "Besides, when you're strutting around in the buff, all our neighbours look over for a little peak."

"Yeah. Seems a shame to deprive them, but given your lack of employment, at the very least they could fork over some money if they want to see the goods. It's a right faggotry corner of the world anyway, bet we could make some profit." Worth considering, especially as he had no idea how much blackout curtains would cost. "I reckon maybe we could get Pete to sneak us some of them rubbish bags from the restaurant. Those might work in a pinch."

And cost a lot less. "Not sure if it's good for a sexy mood, but we'll just have to sacrifice some of our erotic vibes."

"It'd save having to get a rod to hang them up and all, we could just duct tape them to the window like loons and embrace our insanity." Seemed like a lot less effort, though he wasn't against pimping out a hot guy for curtain money but it seemed rather needless. "Maybe if we add a lot of candles, we could create a goth vibe instead of a weird vibe. Might work for us. We're both rather pale."

They had some little goth energy sparks, might be time to draw from it.

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"You reckon? Ah, like last Halloween. Rocky Horror Picture Show. Do you just want to see me as Frank'N'Furter again? Because I'll be a sweet transvestite from transsexual Transylvania for you any time, darling." Sirius laughed and reached for Remus's hand again, only to pull him closer and, yes, kiss his cheek again. And then he stopped, because they'd reached the door to his building.

He lifted his arms and put them on Remus's shoulder, looking into his eyes, feet a little bit apart. Put them closer in height. "Get my keys out, will you?" He leaned in so he could whisper near Remus's ear. "Back pocket."

Dear God, he was playing gay chicken with this guy and their fake relationship was growing so fast that he felt like having the talk just to grasp where they were. He looked at Sirius and blushed before reaching behind him to get his keys. Jesus, this man had a solid ass. Like rock solid. And he had only grazed it with his hand. "Someone does squats."

Remus smiled and then held out the key for him. "You fucking tease, mate. You really fucking are."

"Can't prove that yet. You're only a tease when you don't put out." Sirius grinned, grabbed the key and then turned away so he could unlock the door. He held it open for Remus to go through first, then gestured to the stairs. "We're three flights up, I'm afraid. That's where the nice arse really comes from, if you have to know."

Well, some days it could be quite the hike, especially when he was drunk. Which was a rather frequent occurrence.

"I'll try to keep my eyes on the prize. After you."

Remus gestured for Sirius to lead the way and headed up behind him. He started off okay but he was relatively inactive these days and had only just scraped by in his recovery of pneumonia two months ago so he was still a little weaker than he was proud of. It was embarrassing that by the time they reached the third floor, he was out of breath and trying to hide it. Eyes on the prize - Sirius had a hot ass, he just had to keep on going. Once they reached the door, he tried to catch his breath as subtly as he could.

Sirius frowned a little, never one to hide his reactions or emotions. He reached for Remus's arm and used that grip to pull him close, wrapping both arms around him. He held him close against him like that until he could hear and feel him breathe more regularly. All the while he played with Remus's hair, slightly amazed at its texture. "You've got proper soft hair, mate. Like spun silk or something."

He really enjoyed the feel of it. "Let's go in, yeah? Sit down a bit."

He finally moved away from Remus enough to unlock the door to his flat, letting Remus go through the door first again. It was a pretty small place, bedroom and living room, small kitchenette. Nothing special, but his first proper space. He had a Pride flag on the wall, his sofa had seen better days and there were posters of theatre and movies up, as well as the inevitable motorcycle or two. The door to the bedroom was closed right now, and Sirius gestured to the sofa. "Sit down, I'm gonna get us something to drink. What do you fancy, beer? ...not sure what else I have. I can check."

To be held like that was so strange to him, he hadn't meant to draw attention and he didn't want pity but it didn't even feel like that. It felt like Sirius was concerned, like he cared and wanted him to feel better. It was the oddest thing. Remus nodded slowly, a little lost for forwards, walking into the apartment and looked around with interest.

He sat on the couch and then looked at Sirius, nodding. "Beer works, thanks."

What did he even say to someone who cared this much, who seemed to be some weird fantasy he imagined and not even a person. He let his head lie back against the couch and looked at the pride flag. "I'm sorry." He didn't even know why he said that, he just felt like he owed it to Sirius. Sirius was loving and fun and playful, he was full of life. And Remus wasn't. It seemed unfair to steal his time.

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