Prompt: Move in day!
They finally find a house that can suit them. Sirius and James bicker about how
the spare bedroom will be decorated while Remus actually does all the work with
the rest of the house.
“Maroon?! You can’t paint a room maroon James!”
“Why can’t I? I’ve seen pictures of rooms that are this
color and they look fantastic! I’m painting it maroon and tomorrow, I’m buying
gold bed stuff and curtains.”
“Maroon and gold?!
Do you ever plan to grow up James? Why don’t you just call it the Gryffindor
The bickering voices of James and Sirius floated down the
stairs to Remus. He looked up the stairs, and had a brief internal debate with
himself on whether or not he should intervene. Then he looked back at the
multitude of boxes still stacked in the entry way and pushed haphazardly
against walls. He had been working on the kitchen -with assurances from Sirius
and James that they would unpack and organize their bedroom. They had steadily
hauled and unpacked boxes in the large bedroom for 15 minutes. A record really.
Remus was surprised his partners hadn’t gotten distracted before that.
tell me you’re joking Pads! We can’t paint the guest room green! What if Lils
and Marley end up staying the night? We can’t put them in a green room!” James’
loud and incredulous voice floated down the stairs as Remus made his way
through another box. He carefully put each glass in its place, organized each
drawer to his liking, and pretended like it wouldn’t all be messed up by
tomorrow afternoon because neither James or Sirius cared about proper
placement. Something Remus found rather ironic given their ‘proper’ up-bringing.
The words, “DON’T YOU
DARE!” followed by the sounds of scuffling and crashing made Remus roll his
eyes and look sadly at the half finished box in front of him. Another crash
(one that sounded too much like a body hitting drywall) had Remus rushing up
“Will you two….” Remus trailed off. There, wrestling on the
floor, were his partners. Somehow
Sirius’ shirt had come off and James was in his boxers. Remus knew for a fact
both had been fully dressed when they came down for the last box. Remus
considered breaking them up, for about a second. They weren’t really hurting each other. It was mostly
a bunch of rolling around, grabbing, and occasional hair pulling.
Remus bit his lip. He should really break this up. Really.
They needed to finish un-packing. It was their first day in their brand new
house. The one with the big backyard that bordered on a small wooded area. It
had a bedroom large enough to hold their humongous bed -one they had to special
order so the three of them could fit comfortably- and three bathrooms. Not to mention
the giant tub in the master bedroom and the rather large shower with multiple
shower heads. All features Remus was excited to use.
Something they wouldn’t be able to do until they finished
Remus sighed and finally stepped in. “Alright you two. Break
it up.” It took some work, but Remus finally managed to separate the men. Two
men that looked a lot like they had been doing another kind of horizontal
wrestling. Remus had to physically stop himself from looking at what he knew
would be standing proud below James’ waist. The bulge Sirius was sporting was
almost as hard to ignore.
“He started it.” James said and pointed an accusing finger
at Sirius. The man in question smirked and dipped his head, looking out at them
both from behind a curtain of soft black hair.
“You wanted me to start it.” Sirius said, his voice taking
on a deeper timbre than usual.
“Hmmm… Maybe.” James licked his lips and Remus had to work
at controlling his breathing. In the middle of a brief fantasy where he
stripped both men of their clothes and they all rolled around on the floor,
Remus saw Sirius look wide-eyed at him, then wink at James.
“Oh! You two! This was a set up!” Suddenly the missing
clothing made sense. His horny partners had staged the whole thing to get him
up here and all hot and bothered. When James grinned and ran a hand through his
hair (showing off biceps that he knew
made Remus weak) and Sirius shrugged with mischief in his eyes, Remus narrowed
“No. I refuse to give in. We need to un-pack.” When both men
pouted, Remus sighed and took pity on them. “IF, big if, you two manage to finish setting up the bedroom and
bathroom, and you both behave like
good boys, we can try out that shower later.” Remus winked and turned to walk
out. He made it to the door before turning around, “Oh, and we’re painting the
He chuckled at the groans that followed him back down the