Solntse
part iii
“He was probably out of the country. He said he was in Australia, yeah?” James said, then he nodded down at the pizza boxes they were folding, “Want to race to see who can do the most in a minute? Loser buys pizza.”
“Okay, but—okay.” Remus sighed, “But we ended on a strange note. And no, I don’t want to race, will you focus?”
James lifted an eyebrow, “Are you having a melt-down over your Russian lover?”
“What? No! He’s not my Russian lover. And we get pizza for free. Just—by the way.”
“He sounds like your Russian lover.”
“I—Okay.” Remus folds another box, maybe grabbing the cardboard too hard, “Okay. No. No, he’s just another client, and I’ve had other work—which I’m not going to tell you about—and I have no—no, claim over him, and…and it’s fine. It’s all fine. He called and now I’m seeing him on Friday. It’s—what is it? It’s Monday. And it doesn’t matter if it’s weird because our relationship is purely sexual. And it’s fine.”
James nods along, “I’m saying yes and nodding because I feel that that’s what you want me to do.”
“Yes, thank you, it is.” Remus tries to say that with finality but his chest feels no more settled.
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The window in Remus’ apartment breaks on Wednesday. It’s bitterly cold and windy and Remus is sound asleep when it bursts, shatters right out of its frame and startles him awake. He spends from three to four finding and fixing a tarp the best he can from the gas station that he heads right back to at five for the early morning shift until ten. Then it’s to Geno’s for the lunch shift.
Frank calls, and then Billy whose been out of town for the last month and likes to pay for the night and fuck hourly. Thursday morning comes and Remus is dead on his feet. He’s cold all the time, his muscles ache, and he’d like to never be touched again for at least a few days. Billy is sweet, but he does know what he likes. Even the exhaustion, however, can’t keep the bitter chill that leaks through the tarp from keeping him awake in his hard bed.
Remus’ suit trousers and button-down, when Friday roles around, feels itchy and hot, and Remus stares at the number twelve for a long time before knocking. Sirius is smiling when he opens the door, and then he’s not.
“Remus! I—Remus?”
Remus sends him a smile, one that he’s positive is not at all convincing, “Hi, Sirius. Big trip to Australia again?”
“Ah, no, United States. New York, big meeting,” He closes the door behind Remus, eyes wary, “Remus, not look so good.”
Remus sighs, dropping his bag by the door and turning towards the sitting room, “Well, thanks a lot.”
“Hey, no—“ Sirius doesn’t grab him like Remus expected, but there is a warm hand on his back that stops him in his tracks, “I not mean bad. I mean, need something? I can help.”
“With what?” Remus raises his eyebrow at him.
“Anything you want.” The reply is so automatic that Remus almost rolls his eyes because this really doesn’t happen. Sirius doesn’t know him. He doesn’t know Sirius. There tie is a friend of a friend who somehow finds delight in giving out sex recommendations.
“It’s true, Remus.” Sirius steps forward, looms over him gently somehow, “What you need? What wrong, tell me.” His words are so earnest and then he checks himself, “If you want.” His hand is still on Remus’ back, so warm, and Remus presses back into it.
“No, I’m fine. I’m just tired, that’s all. My apartment—well, the window sort of broke and I took up a few extra shifts so I can pay to fix it.”
“I pay.”
Remus shakes his head, “No, that’s not what I’m saying. I just, you asked, so…“
“I’m know, I’m saying. Remus, shouldn’t have broken window.” He makes a face like its the simplest thing in the world. To him it probably is. A broken widow is his kernel of sand to Remus’ sand dune.
“I’m help.” He says again. “Please, Remus, let me.”
“No, my landlord will probably cover some of it, really, it’s okay, Sirius.” That is, if he could get ahold of his landlord.
“I…okay.” He sounds completely unconvincing, and Remus is ready to stop the extra cash from being slid into his pocket when he leaves. His hand is still looping Remus in and he presses, pulling him a little against his chest. His other hand comes up and he thumbs softly beneath Remus’ eye, against the sleeplessness charcoaled there, “усталый, карамель.”
Remus looks up, the soft Russian lulling him, “What?” He recognizes what seems to have become Sirius’ name for him. He doesn’t mind, but it might make him melt a little.
“Sleepy. Like friend’s baby, Remus.”
The corner of Remus’ mouth lifts at that, “I’m fine.” Then he does lean into Sirius’ space because that’s what he’s here to do. Because he wants the warmth any way he can get it, “What do you want to do tonight?” He reaches up to fiddle with the top button of Sirius’ white shirt, “We got a little distracted last time.” He decides he really has to say more than that, “And you did say you had been thinking about me, remember?”
Sirius’ thumb strokes a few times more against Remus’ skin but he nods slowly, gaze dropping obviously to Remus’ mouth, “Yes. I’m think about you.”
Remus smooths his palms down over the hard muscles of Sirius’ arms curling gently around his wrist, “Yeah? What do you think about?”
A funny expression flits across Sirius’ face for a moment. His eyes tighten up and he bites his lip. “Hard to say. You think of me?”
Remus can’t help but smile a little bit at that, “You have no idea.”
The corner of Sirius’ mouth lifts, expression clearing just a little, “Hey, that’s why you tell me. Come on.”
Remus looks up at him. He presses his hands to Sirius’ chest, hooking one finger in the gold chain there, “I did. I think about…”He takes a deep breath, rubbing his thumb over the ring, “Your hands. A bit.”
When Remus looks up Sirius is smiling, tongue in his cheek, eyes teasing, “A bit?”
Remus tugs on the chain, “Stop it.”
Sirius laughs, “Sorry, sorry. Okay? Okay, go, you talk about my hands.” As if to emphasize his point, he runs his down the length of Remus’ torso, smoothing them around to rest just above the swell of his ass. They’re warm and big and are a perfect weight to push Remus just a little bit more against Sirius’ chest.
Remus tilts his chin up, looking in a way that he’s seen melt men before, “No. Your turn.” Sirius huffs out a little laugh and Remus pushes up on his toes, lips just brushing Sirius’ jaw, “Hm?”
Sirius takes another few moments to answer, his thumbs brushing with a firm pressure on either side of the base of Remus’ spine. He bows his head down and brushes their noses together, “I’m think about neck.” One of his hands comes up and presses to the column of it. Remus’ breath catches when Sirius’ thumb digs gently beneath his chin, tilting his head back so he can arch down further and press an open mouthed kiss there, “I’m think about…” Sirius’ tongue darts out to wet his own lips and it brushes Remus’ skin. He starts a word, “Ta” a few times then sighs, “Not know but…” He lets out a breath and it’s hot over Remus’ throat. Then he’s walking Remus back towards the bedroom out of the entry hall, “вкус in Russian. Like sweet, Remus.”
Remus’ eyes close on their own as the back of his knees hit the bed and Sirius crawls over him.
“Sweet but also—also not. Also another thing, don’t know how to say.” He sucks a bruising kiss into the junction of Remus’ neck and jaw and Remus’ moans with it, “Don’t know, but like. Like a lot.”
“Taste.” Remus manages to say.
Sirius hums into his skin, “Taste, and…” he sits up on his elbows a little, hair curling into his eyes and makes a pinching motion with his hand, “You know?”
Remus blinks, “I, uh, salt.”
Sirius makes a low sound in the back of his throat and drops back to Remus’ neck, “Salt. Salt and sweet.” Remus groans again because the flash of tongue he just felt definitely wasn’t an accident, nor the nip of teeth that followed it, “So good each other, Remus.” Then he looks up, huffing out a laugh and looking proud of himself, “No, I mean together.”
Remus lets his head fall back into the pillows and smiles at the ceiling, “Yeah, yeah.”
Sirius’ face appears above him, grinning, “You proud?” He tangles his fingers into Remus’ hair, presses his hips down on Remus’ and grinds, “Huh, карамель?” He brushes their lips together, dropping his voice, “You proud of me?”
“Yes.” Remus presses a hand to the back of Sirius’ neck and kisses him.
Sirius indulges him for a few seconds and then murmurs, “Your time.”
But his hips are still working themselves down against Remus, their thighs slotted together snuggly.
Remus tries his best to blink his eyes open and breaths as evenly as he can even though he’s been waiting for this for weeks, “I—fuck, your—your back, your back.”
“Yeah?” Sirius presses one more positively filthy kiss to Remus’ mouth and then is sitting up, thighs snug against Remus’ hips. He reaches behind him to pulls his t-shirt over his head, “You like?” He grins, placing his hands on either side of Remus’ head and slowly bending his elbows, lowering himself down, “You want touch?”
Remus doesn’t respond, breath stollen as Sirius circles his hips, so he simply loops his arms beneath Sirius’ and splays his palms over his back—the warm, wide expanse of it. “Fuck.” He breathes, “Take your pants off.”
Sirius breaks from where he’d been sucking at Remus’ jaw, “Why, you think about that, too?”
Remus groans and reaches down and tugs at Sirius’ belt, sliding it free from the buckle and making just as quick work of his button and fly. He pushes the thick material away as much as he can, which isn’t much, and makes a frustrated noise and presses his hand against him through his boxers, feeling the heat of him.
Sirius lets out a breathy noise, somewhere between a laugh and a moan, “Remus, hand cold.”
“It’ll warm up.” Remus pushes at Sirius’ shoulders until they roll, until Remus can straddle his hips instead. He helps Sirius kick off his pants the rest of the way and then Sirius is laying there in his boxers and Remus feels wholly too clothed. He sits like that for a moment before moving his hands to the buttons on his own shirt while Sirius’ palms smooth up and down his thighs, undoing his belt with slow fingers.
“Hey, hurry, I’m get bored down here.” He gives his belt a tug and Remus laughs as he pushes his shirt from his shoulders. Sirius pulls Remus’ belt from its loops with a dramatic flourish and Remus laughs again as he pulls him down so he too can push his pants off as well. And then, suddenly, they’re chest to chest. Not how it was last time—the first time—mostly kissing in the dark and pure sex, but looking at each other. Sirius is running his fingertips down the dip at the center of Remus’ chest and over his bottom lip like its precious. And Remus barely understands.
So he leans down and kisses him again. Hot and dirty and mind numbing. Because he’s being payed. And he’ll accept money for sex because he has to. He won’t accept money for any type of heartache. He won’t, he won’t.
“Fuck, Remus—“ Sirius’ words are kiss-slurred, “Your mouth—“ Sirius sucks Remus’ lower lip into his mouth.
“You think about that?” Remus gasps out then kisses him again, reaching between them to shove their boxers away, “Off, Sirius, off.”
They’re skin to skin and Remus can’t breathe. He can’t breathe because suddenly Sirius is kissing him, his arms full around his waist and it’s safe. Sirius starts murmuring words into his skin.
“Ты такой теплый.” His hands span Remus’ back so fully that Remus feels incased in the soft vowels of Russian, “Это то, чего я жду.”
And Remus pulls back with a gasp. Sirius makes a disgruntled noise as Remus rolls to the side, pushing himself onto his elbows and knees, “Like last time, yeah? This is okay?”
Remus kept his eyes towards the bed, waiting for Sirius to move. It took a moment. Just when Remus was starting to feel weird laying there with his ass in the air Sirius shifted.
“This how you like it? Usual?” He ask slowly, positioning himself behind Remus.
“Whatever you want, Sirius.”
There’s a huff from behind him, “Have to tell me what you like. Have to Remus, or I’m not do.” He leans over Remus’ back, so warm and present that it makes Remus close his eyes and dip his head down into the pillow below him, “Or I’m leave you here with hard cock, and I’m go to shower.”
Remus huffs out a laugh, “Would you?”
Sirius presses a few kisses to the back of his neck and Remus sighs. Even with his back to him, Remus can feel every bit of warmth Sirius radiates.
“What you want Remus. You tell me, I’m do.”
“This is suppose to be about what you want.”
Sirius hums, as if considering this, “Okay. You tell me what you want. If I’m don’t like, I say no. Good, yes?” Then, after a moment, “This your favorite way? What’s called? Dog?”
Remus groans, “Don’t say that.”
“Your favorite?” Sirius asks with another kiss.
“I—I don’t know. You seemed to like it last time.”
“Remus.” Suddenly the warmth from his back is gone and Remus has to turn, craning his neck around to see Sirius’ face. His eyes were dark and—and hurt, maybe, “You like it last time?”
“Yes.” Remus pushed back on his heels, pushing himself right into Sirius’ bare lap, the sound Sirius makes sending a jolt straight to his own cock. He curls one hand around the back of Sirius’ neck and tilts his head to rest on his shoulder, “Sirius, yes. I like this.”
Sirius’ hands moved to Remus’ hips almost instantly, as if supporting him there, and he sighed against his neck, holding Remus against him. His fingers reach around Remus’ hip, looping his cock, “Promise?”
Remus lets his lips part, working his jaw against the feeling of Sirius hard and rutting softly against him. “Promise.” he manages.
Remus can feel the cool metal of Sirius’ necklace right between his wing bones and leans into it, tilting his neck when Sirius starts to place open kisses there. “Good. Like, too.”
“Good.” Remus breathes, “Good.”
Sirius makes a soft noise when Remus arches his back, trapping Sirius’ dick against his own stomach and grinding upward until it sat snug against his ass. Remus hissed when Sirius’ fingers tightened around the base of his cock and blinked blearily around the room, “Do you have—“
Sirius clicked open the cap of the lube in answer. Remus hadn’t even seen him retrieve it, but he didn’t really care, not with Sirius dribbling some slickly over his own dick and Remus’ back, and then into his palm to wrap around Remus again. It was good before, if not a little dry, but now it was nothing but a somewhat cool, slick glide.
Sirius let out a long breath, “Good…”
God, did Remus want to see his face.
Sirius’ grip became a little more firm on his hips as his thrust forward, keeping time with the hand he had working around Remus. Soft words of Russian accompanied the occasional sigh, and each time Remus tried to ignore the searing spikes of want that echoed through his veins. Sirius feigned no such ignorance. On the third twitch of Remus’ cock, he pulled Remus in so their back and chest were flushed together and pressed his lips to his ear.
“You like? Тебе нравится, когда я говорю по-русски, карамель?” When Remus let out what might have been close to a whine and his cock pulsed out a single bead of pre-cum, Sirius moaned softly, breath warm, “You like.” He gave a particularly hard thrust, rubbing perfectly. The lube had warmed up now, dried just a bit on their sweaty skin, and the warm tacky friction was almost deliriously good.
“Say—“ Remus swallowed, trying to push forward into Sirius’ hand and backwards on his dick at the same time, “Talk.” He wasn’t the one who should be making commands, but Sirius’ voice was low and warm. He could feel the purr of his words in Sirius’ chest, Sirius’ breath hot and panting against his neck.
And Sirius did. He murmured words right into Remus’ skin as he pressed their bodies together. And Remus almost regretted asking. It was too much, too intimate. Usually any talking was nonexistent or too dirty to do anything for Remus. Sirius could have been saying anything, he could have been reciting his grocery list, but in this situation it sounded so good, it sounded sweet and earnest. The pitch of Sirius’ voice hitched and wavered with his thrusts as his orgasm built and both broke together too, a hot rush against Remus’ back.
“Come on.” He said in English, then switched back to sweet sounding Russian, “получаться, карамель. для меня, для меня.”
Remus tilted his head back and Sirius’ mouth was on his neck again, right over his pulse. He left wet kisses there and then, mid kiss, right into his skin, “So hard for me.”
Remus sucked in a long breath and came over Sirius’ fist in spine melting pulses. His thighs, tired from keeping himself pressed against Sirius, shook and Sirius wrapped his arms fully around Remus’ waist, forearms to his stomach. He probably could feel the tired muscles, but Remus pretended for a second that he just wanted Remus close. Some clients liked cuddling. Sirius seemed to be okay with it. Remus usually hated it. He usually left as quickly as he could, not liking to hang around unless it would score him a little extra cash.
Right now, he’d forgotten about the money for a few moments there. That didn’t necessarily feel better.
“Hey,” Sirius gave him a little squeeze, “I clean us up?”
Remus nodded and took a breath. He slid off Sirius’ lap, “Yeah.” He pushed his sweaty hair out of his face, trying to rid himself of the post-sex haze that, honestly, he wasn’t completely used to. “Sounds good.”
Remus watches Sirius through the open door of the washroom. The tight curve of his ass and his narrow hips give way to broad shoulders and back muscles that are, frankly, obscene. Remus curls his fingers into his palms and tries not to think too hard about how, next time, he wants to get his hands all over the smooth, tanned skin of Sirius’ back.
He comes back with a washcloth and after its discarded he climbs back onto the bed. Remus stands and pulls his boxers back on and then sits on the edge, uncertain. “I, um. We didn’t really talk about how long you want me to stay this time.”
Sirius looks up from where he’d been arranging the covers over his bare waist, eyebrows raised, “You stay night I think.” Like it was obvious.
Remus nodded, “Okay. You want me too?”
Sirius scoffed, eyes warm, “Remus, I’m not hit you out after sex.”
A small smile formed on Remus’ mouth, “Kick you out.”
“I’m not do that either.” He grinned and patted the space on the bed beside him, slouching down on the pillows, “Not have to worry, okay?”
As Remus slid into bed, he thought that the fact that worry was one of Remus’ primary emotions was something Sirius had caught onto pretty fast. He curled beneath the covers, pulling his knees up a little to wait for the sheets to warm up. Sirius glanced at him and then disregarded the remote he had been holding and curled on his side too. They were facing each other, and close enough that Remus could lean forward a few inches and kiss him. If he wanted to. If Sirius wanted him to.
Sirius didn’t kiss him but he was smiling, half of his face a little smushed by his pillow and eyes soft, “Talking pillows?”
Remus blinked at him. It took him a good fifteen seconds to figure out what the hell that could mean when he figured it out and started to laugh. And couldn’t stop.
Sirius’ face was a strange mix of delight and confusion, “I’m say wrong? Remus, what?”
“Sorry—” Remus knew it really wasn’t that funny but he squeezed his eyes shut and pressed a hand over his mouth. But he felt light and—and safe and he knew it wouldn’t last but he couldn’t help it.
Sirius let out a short laugh of his own and rolled his weight on top of Remus, “What I’m say, Remus? Hey, don’t hide.” He bent down, nosing at Remus’ fingers a bit before giving up and shifting his weight to one shoulder and gently prying them away. He smiled when he saw Remus was still laughing weakly, like it had warn him out, “Nice smile, not hide from me.”
Remus drew in a shaky breath, wiping his forearm over his eyes, “Oh my god. Pillow talk. Pillow talk.” He blinked up at Sirius, rubbing his hands up and down his strong arms a few times, “Good, though.”
“You think so funny.” Sirius bent to nose at Remus’ cheek.
“I’m not laughing at your English, I promise,” Remus let out another little chuckle, “It just took me a second, I had no idea what you meant and then I got it and—fuck, it was—it was, uh, cute.” Remus almost covered his mouth again as the words came out.
Sirius drew in a breath and promptly sat back on Remus’ hips. Remus tried to ignore Sirius’ naked soft cock as it brushed over his own in his briefs and instead laughed at Sirius expression.
“Not cute, Remus! Big, strong.” Then, through a bit back smile, “Russia best.”
Remus rolled his eyes, “You’re shameless, you know that?”
Sirius tilted his head, “Not know this.”
“Like…” Remus sighed and settled his hands on Sirius’ hips to think, “Like you’re sitting on top of me naked.”
Sirius makes an interested noise, a smile lifting one corner of his mouth. “Hm.” He hooks two fingers in the band of Remus’ boxers, “Think you be shameless too.”
Remus lets his head sink back into the pillows, “Whatever you want.”
Sirius groaned, leaning down with one hand on each of Remus’ cheeks, “карамель.”
“I don’t think you got the entire definition of sh—“
Sirius pressed their mouths together, hard and slow. His palms were a warm weight, boxing Remus in in a way that mirrored his thighs. Remus looped his fingers around Sirius’ wrists and held onto the kiss.
“I’m think…” Sirius pressed a shorter kiss to the corner of Remus’ mouth, “You want contact?” When Remus made a confused noise Sirius hummed and pressed another kiss to his lips, “I’m not use right word.”
Remus let Sirius rearrange them on the bed until they were chest to chest. Sirius hitched one of Remus’ legs over his hip and settled, rubbing softly at the soft skin of Remus’ thigh.
“Cuddle.” Remus provided.
Sirius wrinkled his nose, repeating the word in his soft accent a few times, then in Russian.
“Sure.” Remus tucked his hands between their bodies and let Sirius offer his arm as a pillow.
“You cuddle?” Sirius asks after a few moments of silence.
Remus shrugs the best he can, “Sometimes. If they want it.”
“No, you.” Sirius nudges their noses together, “You like? Cuddle? When you have sex.”
Remus blinks. He honestly doesn’t remember the last time he had sex without being handed cash afterwards. “I—yeah.” He decides, “Yeah, no, I do.” At least, he likes this.
Sirius hums happily and reaches up to turn off the overhead light with one of the switches conveniently imbedded in the surrounding bed frame.
“Fancy.” Remus mumbles.
“Yes, only best for you.”
Remus snorts even though he thinks Sirius might be being completely truthful, and then it’s just their soft breathing in the dark. Sirius’ bare skin against his feels nice even through the thin fabric of his underwear and Remus finds it easy to close his eyes, easy to settle into Sirius’ arms around his back.
“Call at seven tomorrow. You sleep, I go into living room, try not to wake, okay?”
“You work so hard.”
“Good job, though. Get to meet lots of people. Travel world.”
Remus just nods against Sirius’ shoulder because he knows he’s not suppose to ask about jobs or home life. Sirius doesn’t seem to need a prompt.
“I, ah, hard word for me in English but I’m try for you.” His fingers are running long, slow lines up and down Remus’ spine, “I’m architect? Okay say?”
And oh. That’s not what Remus was expecting, but he understands the slightly muddled vowels just fine. “I—yeah. Yeah, an architect.”
“Build house, building, for people. Big clients all around world. Very lucky I have but…sometimes they hard. Lots of words lots of…to say.” He laughs a little, “Don’t know words.”
Remus smiles and says, “They mess with your creative vision?”
Sirius lets out a husky laugh, “Don’t know ‘vision’ but mess with me, yes! Calls on their time not me, don’t like this, ask re-do when too late. Hard. Most don’t like help earth. I try help, but.”
Remus shifts his head to look up at him in the dark. The moonlight coming in through the cracks in the curtains turns the room blue and Sirius with it, all soft lines of silver, “What do you mean?”
Sirius hums thoughtfully, eyes tracking his fingertips over Remus’ shoulder. Remus fights off a shiver, “There different materials use better for planet. Make house warm and not use heat a lot. Can design so it better for earth.” Sirius scrunches his nose, “I’m know not everyone like. Rather have big expensive house but I’m…” He lets out a big breath and rolls on his back, bringing Remus with him so he’s pressed against Sirius’ side, his arm splayed across Sirius’ broad chest, “I’m love world, Remus. You know? Have to take care.”
Remus almost wants to die at that. He was wrong before. Sirius isn’t nice to everyone, he’s nice to everything.
“That’s…That’s amazing, Sirius. That’s really amazing.”
Sirius squeezes his shoulder, then flattens his palm down his back with a warm pressure, “Nice of you to say. Thank you.”
Remus nods and realizes his body is sinking further into the pillows and quilt, into Sirius’ body. He hums but doesn’t manage much more than that.
“Sleep, карамель.” Sirius’ hand finds his hair, and Remus falls asleep to soft murmurs of Russian.
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