Get Off Your Phone - When Sirius Knew

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Rating: Not Rated

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Category: M/M
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
Character: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin
Additional Tags: wolfstar, Falling In Love, Boys In Love, Slow Dancing, Non-Sexual
Intimacy, Kissing, wolfstar one shot, POV Sirius Black, Alternate
Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University,
Modern Marauders (Harry Potter), Marauders Era (Harry Potter),
Friends to Lovers, Song Lyrics, Alternate Universe
Series: Part 5 of Get Off Your Phone
Stats: Published: 2021-04-19 Words: 2729

Get Off Your Phone - When Sirius Knew

by thebiinbitch

Summary

missing scene from Chapter 34 from my texting fic, Get Off Your Phone.
when sirius knew.

“I thought you didn’t dance,” Sirius remarked smugly, concentrated on the gleam behind
the pair of eyes that bored into his.

“I don’t,” Remus told, simply. After a beat, “But, for you I can always make an exception.”

Remus smiled, but Sirius forgot to.

Something new and different grew inside him, in that moment.

Something scary; terrifying; and larger than life.

He kissed him, because it was all he could think of doing.

Notes
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It was warm, but not too much. Dark, but just a bit — there was a lamp on.

Sirius shifted, turning to his side, feeling the sheets on his bare chest. He maintained his eyes
closed, enjoying the calming quietness of the room. He reached a hand over to his right, and met
another hand. It held his. He smiled, sleepily.
He didn’t know for how long he stayed with his eyes shut, but eventually he opened them, slowly.
A pair of dark honey eyes were on him, with a soft, almost as if unconscious smile just below
them.

“Hi,” Remus said, soft toned.

“Hi,” he said back, groggy with sleep.

Remus was prompted up on one elbow, looking down at him. The warm light of the lamp on his
nightstand turned his brown hair almost golden. Beautiful, in every sense of the word.

“You snore,” Remus smiled, leaning down to give the corner of his mouth a small kiss.

“Lightly,” he returned, smiling back. Sirius met his eyes again, and squinted, a smirk forming on
his lips, “Were you watching me sleep?”

Remus’ eyes widened a bit, and pink colored his cheeks. “N-no. I, I just woke up.”

“Mhm, I know.”

Remus grinned and rolled his eyes playfully, nudging his leg lightly under the duvet. “Shut up.”

Sirius stretched and yawned as Remus sat up, and drew his legs off the bed. He was in his pajama
pants — grey, and checkered. Sirius took his fingers to his back, running them gently up and down.
The skin was warm under the touch.

He loved Remus’ back. What a silly, stupid thing, he thought to himself. Loving someone’s back.

But he did. It was freckled all over, with such soft skin. Remus had promised him he didn't do
anything to it. “I can’t reach it to moisturise it, you idiot,” he had told him. Sirius had just laughed.
Liar.

“What time is it?” Sirius asked.

It took Remus a moment to open his eyes, relaxed under Sirius’ fingers. Eventually, he did, and
grabbed his phone on his nightstand. “Almost eight.”

Sirius hummed longly, and sat up too, just behind him. He kissed his shoulder, and Remus tilted
his head back, settling it on Sirius’ own shoulder and leaning against him. It was almost ridiculous
how perfect their bodies fitted together. How they always, in every way, fitted together — as if
every crook in Sirius’ body was meant for Remus, and every crook in Remus’ was meant for him
to fit in, and only him.

But maybe not only him.

He dismissed it. He always tried to dismiss it. Although the thought did come back occasionally,
when he was alone, having only himself for company.

Sirius kissed his neck, and then his jaw, and cheek, and felt Remus’ smile under his lips.

“I have to go back to my room,” he told, mouth against Remus’ skin. “I have a piece to finish.”

Remus hummed in disapproval, “Does it have to be now?”

“Soon.”
Remus looked back at him, with that one grin that could make him stay forever and never finish
the damn piece — and not even care about it. “Good.” He leaned closer, and met his lips, “Very
good.”

“Indeed,” he said, lips against lips.

They kissed, and then kissed more, and then a bit more. It felt like mere seconds and eternal years
at the same time.

Sirius tore apart. “Don’t you have any school work to do? I never see you do anything.”

“That’s because,” Remus stood up, and walked over to his desk, “I always do everything as soon as
it’s assigned,” he tapped his temple with his index finger, “I’m smart, you see.”

Sirius flopped back on the mattress, “Oh, very.”

Remus opened up his laptop, and Sirius just watched him click and click.

He was something.

It was hard to describe Remus, Sirius had realised a while back.

He was funny — hilarious, matter of factly, but not ‘out there’ funny. You had to get used to his
humour. Most of it came from sarcastic teasing, and witty jokes. He would always tell them with a
straight face, as well, which made them even better.

He was direct and clear, and at the same time impossible to read. Like an open book, in a distinct
language you had never heard a word of before. It was still a language that sounded beautiful on
the roll of your tongue, though you never understood a single syllable of it.

He was a beauty — that had always been crystal clear for Sirius. But it wasn't the typical
comeliness you’d see on magazines or social media and whatnot. It was something about him, that
had gotten Sirius completely entranced since the first moment he had seen him. Something about
the way he moved, or held himself, or smiled, or even just fucking blinked. Sirius had never been
able to quite put his finger on it, but it was so loud for him. It was so there. So electric, it made all
the nerves in his body sing. He thought he would never get enough of it.

A guitar sounded from his laptop, and Sirius buried his face on the pillow. “No. Not this.”

“What?” Remus chuckled.

He glanced back at him, “Please, anything but your radical leftist feminist indie ‘I’m different, you
wouldn’t understand’ boy music. Please, I’m begging you.”

“That’s some way to describe Oasis.”

“Haven’t you ever listened to some Charli XCX? Or, I don’t know, Kim Petras? Or even The
1975?”

“I like The 1975, you know that. It’s literally one of my favorite bands.”

“You never play them.”

“It’s in the playlist!”

Sirius quirked an eyebrow, “Play my playlist.”

Remus snorted, glancing back at the screen, “I could never do that to my ears.”

Sirius gasped, sitting up at once, “I am affronted. This feels like a hate crime.”

“It doesn’t feel like it; it is.”

He gasped again, and threw a pillow at him, which Remus dodged as he laughed.

“Ok, ok,” he said, “How about some Radiohead?”

Sirius growled dramatically. He didn’t mind Radiohead, actually; he even liked some of their songs
— but he would never give him that.

Remus grinned, “Perfect.”

And with one click, a melancholic slow beat echoed through the small room.

I wrapped you inside my coat

When they came to fire upon the house
I didn't feel pain
Cause no one can touch me
Now that I'm held in your smile

Remus swayed his hips playfully as he went back to join him on the bed.

“I have to teach you better music. You can’t go around telling people you like Charli XCX,” he
teased.

“Don’t disrespect such queen like that,” Sirius returned, slapping his bicep lightly.

Remus caught his wrist, and pulled him closer, smiling as they met again in a sweet kiss. Sirius
sighed inwardly.

It would never be normal for one singular individual to do nothing and make him feel like this. So
warm, and happy, and at home.

A beautiful girl
A beautiful girl
Can turn your world into doubt
Sell me a car that goes
Sell me a house that stands

“I hate your music,” Sirius said, smiling inside the kiss as he let Remus hover over him, letting his
back meet the mattress again.

“I hate you.”

“Not true.”

“Not true,” Remus echoed. “So far from the truth.”

So fucking far from the truth. Dangerously far from the truth.

The song ended, and then came another, and another. It was muffled, for Sirius. Everything always
became muffled.
Remus tore apart when a soft guitar came on, smiling. This one Sirius knew, and this one he liked.
It was Remus’ favourite. No, both facts had absolutely nothing to do with one another.

Remus stood up, looking down at him with soft, merry eyes, and held out his hand. He jerked his
head, gesturing for Sirius to join him. “Come on.”

“What?”

“Come on. Get up.”

Sirius squinted up at him, but an uncontrollable smile bloomed slowly on his lips, and he sighed as
he drew back the sheets and took his hand.

He would never say no to him.

Remus pulled him tight so he would stand straighter, and their bare chests met. Remus wrapped his
arms low on his waist, and Sirius wrapped his own around Remus’ middle.

I don't want to be your friend

I just want to be your lover
No matter how it ends
No matter how it starts

It couldn’t necessarily be called a dance. They practically stayed in place, switching weight from
foot to foot. But it was enough.

“I thought you didn’t dance,” Sirius remarked smugly, concentrated on the gleam behind the pair
of eyes that bored into his.

“I don’t,” Remus told, simply. After a beat, “But, for you I can always make an exception.”

Remus smiled, but Sirius forgot to.

Something new and different grew inside him, in that moment.

Something scary; terrifying; and larger than life.

He kissed him, because it was all he could think of doing.

Forget about your house of cards

And I'll do mine
Forget about your house of cards
And I'll do mine

The song ended, and another one started, but they remained in the same position. At that point,
they weren’t kissing anymore — just staring at each other. Remus’ features were relaxed; perhaps
from the rest, perhaps from the warm calmness of the room, perhaps from both.

But Sirius’ chest was boiling; feeling like it would spill over at any second.

“What?” Remus inquired, voice low and dreamy. His thumb was running soft circles on Sirius’
skin — it felt like an absent-minded gesture.

Sirius was too concentrated on everything else to respond.

Remus’ skin against his; and his hands resting low on his back; and his hair falling over his
forehead, tousled from being laid down; and his smile, always slow and small and discreet, that
made you feel special for ever getting one; and the way he looked at Sirius.

That was the best one. And worst one. Remus looked at Sirius as if he was the only person in the
room, in every room that there ever was. He made him feel like the only person in the room. Even
when they were the only people in the room, Remus made him feel like there was a reason why he
was the only one there; a reason why his eyes would be on him and him only.

“Nothing,” he responded, god knows how long after the question was asked, undoing the furrow
between his eyebrows that he hadn’t even noticed had formed.

Everything.

Remus squinted at him, tilting his head to the side a little, and smirked. “Weirdo.” He kissed his
lips, and detangled himself to walk over to his desk again.

And Sirius watched him again, click and click and click. But he looked different, this time. And,
strangely, the exact same. Nothing, absolutely nothing had changed, he realised. He realised.

A recognisable electric piano key reached Sirius’ ears, and Remus turned around with a smug and
content smile on his lips.

Hard to read
You could be OCD
You could be bad for me
You could say anything

Sirius threw his head back, barking out a loud laugh. “You’re insufferable.”

“No. I’m nice, and kind, and generous. Charity work, remember?”

“I do the charity work here.”

“I highly doubt it.”

You know the things that make me smile

The face I make before my tears fall down
The things that I feel when you're acting suspicious

“I recall you calling me generous once,” Sirius said as Remus stepped closer once more.

“Mmm,” Remus wrapped his arms around him again, “Changed my mind. You’re a selfish, self-
centered, egotistic prick.”

Sirius cackled again, loud and soundly, and felt Remus shake with silent laughter around him.
Remus kissed his cheek, strongly, like you would kiss a silly toddler’s cheek. That made him laugh
even more.

The things that I say when you don't wanna listen

Things that you say when I make bad decisions
Things that we do by the sink in my kitchen
I remember our first date
No chocolate and no bouquet
But the way that you kissed me
These are the things that could make us official
Remus placed sweet kisses on his other cheek, his jaw, neck, cheek again, other cheek again.
“Selfish,” right cheek, “self-centered,” left cheek, “egotistic,” nose, “prick,” lips.

And lips again, again, and then again.

This motherfucker, Sirius thought. I’m fucking doomed for life.

All of the things that we sometimes forget

All of the dreams that you put in my head
I'm still asleep when there's breakfast in bed
These are the things that could make us official

Sirius pulled apart. Two idiots, standing in the middle of a small university dorm, arms around each
other, laughing and kissing. Who allowed Sirius to have this, and who thought it would be a good
idea?

“You know, I would’ve never taken you for someone who liked these sappy, cuddling shit,” Sirius
said, smirking. “I mean, I’ve been here for three hours and you didn’t even ask me to take my
pants off.”

Remus blinked, and his mouth fell into a straight line. He went pale on the face, and stepped back
— it didn't even seem voluntary; it was like he had been pushed, knocked away.

He looked like he had been caught doing something that he shouldn’t have been doing.

“Y-yeah, I, uhm,” he stammered, “I was just tired today, s’all.”

“Oh. Ok.”

Remus pursed his lips, and turned around to pause the music. Charli XCX’s voice had stopped
already, and an artist Sirius couldn’t recognise who it was was singing now. He wasn’t paying
much attention to it, after all.

“Uhm, you... you said you had that piece to finish?”

Sirius blinked, feeling a sharp pang on his ribcage. “Y-yeah. Right.”

He walked over to the bed, where his shirt and shoes sat scattered on the ground. He put them on
quickly, and grabbed his phone on the nightstand, sliding it inside the pocket of his sweatpants.

He walked over to the door, and Remus followed after him, gingerly.

In the doorway, they stared at each other awkwardly, and rather carefully.

“So, uhm. I’ll text you later?” Sirius suggested.

Remus nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, sure.”

Sirius waited, and waited a bit more. But nothing. “Alright, then.”

He turned on his heel, and headed to the hallway.

Remus gripped his wrist, and pulled him to him, chests crashing together, lips meeting
passionately.

Jesus fucking Christ.

They tore apart after forever, or just mere seconds. Sirius couldn’t tell which one it was. Either
way, it still didn’t feel like it was enough.

“I’ll see you,” Remus said, voice so sweet, a smile behind it. He slid his fingers between Sirius’,
and kissed his knuckles gently.

Sirius barely nodded. “I-I’ll see you.”

Remus kissed him again, with finality, and entered back inside his room, shutting the door after
him.

Sirius stared at the wood, feeling the rise and fall of his chest.

I love him.

The hallway felt too small.

I love him.

He left the building. He didn’t know how he descended the stairs, or how he opened the door, but
he met the breezy air of the early night, the smell of grass and pavement of the campus.

He slumped down on the nearest bench. His legs felt like they were gonna fail him in any moment.

He reached for his phone.

[Chaotic Gay + Mean Lesbian = Ellen DeGeneres]

8:27PM

frankiegrande: hi

frankiegrande: do you remember like

frankiegrande: when we first met remus

frankiegrande: and we still didnt know his name

frankiegrande: how did you refer to him

janelynch: hey

janelynch: idk

janelynch: the guy you were drooling over

janelynch: the guy you were in love with

janelynch: why?
 frankiegrande: did you mean that??

janelynch: what

frankiegrande: when you said that

frankiegrande: uhm

frankiegrande: when you said i was in love with him

janelynch: well obviously not lol

janelynch: it was just a joke

janelynch: why, did u tell him that??

janelynch: what did he say lol

frankiegrande: no

frankiegrande: uhm

frankiegrande: its just

frankiegrande: i dont think its a joke anymore

frankiegrande: marlene???

janelynch: where are you

frankiegrande: i just left his building

janelynch: i’ll meet you at your dorm

End Notes
 songs mentioned:
- punchdrunk lovesick singalong by radiohead
- house of cards by radiohead (my favorite by them)
- official by charli xcx (also my favorite by her)
(btw, the first song remus played and sirius complained about his music taste was don't go
away by oasis. i didn’t show any lyrics and it didn't have any importance really, but i just
love this song so much. thought you'd like to know that was the song that he played)

yes i love writing based on song lyrics. and?

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