#lee!sirius

“Of course I want it.. I just wish it didn’t have to be in here. I wish we could be more affectionate in public, you know?” Sirius said, dropping his bag down and looking up to where he roughly guessed Remus’ eyes to be.

“Who says we can’t?” Remus shrugged, not kissing him quiet yet even though Sirius was pulling him closer by his tie. Remus put his hand on the wall by Sirius’ head to stop it, though.

“I don’t know. I didn’t think you were brave enough..” he smirked. He wasn’t saying this in a degrading or mean way - it was simply Sirius’ way of teasing. And Remus knew it all too well.

“Oh so now you’re challenging me huh?” Remus smirked as he leant teasingly close. Sirius’ eyes were adjusting to the dark and he could roughly make out the other’s facial features now, making him blush more. Thank Merlin Remus couldn’t see him right now. “Well... you’ll just have to be patient then~”

Sirius whined a little as he looked at him. “You know that I’m not patient Rem..” he whispered, but was cut off by a passionate kiss, remus pressing his body against his own, and Sirius quickly forgot about the little bet he had just made.

Remus, however, certainly didn’t.

It didn’t start that day, not even the day after. The bet had totally been erased from his mind by this point, but one day (in charms class specifically), Sirius felt a hand come to rest on his knee. He looked over and tilted his head at Remus, his cheeks quickly going pink, but the other didn’t seem to be responding much at all. He just.. carried on with his work like nothing was happening. And even then, the bet didn’t cross his mind.

It wasn’t until Remus amped it up a notch he realised what he was doing.

The hand under the knee became a sort of regular thing for around a week. But after that week, remus got a bit more.. bold.

Chatting casually to James in his usual loud manner, that cheeky grin on his face as per usual. He told a joke, and the second the words left his mouth, he turned to Remus with an expectant smile, as if asking, ‘did you hear? Was it funny?’

Remus smiled fondly and, without warning, grabbed the other’s hand. This shut Sirius up immediately, and his cheeks went bright red. In the middle of the hall? What was he thinking!?

It was then that he remembered the bet, and a small, nervous smile grew on his face. Remus listened, and he was pursuing it like he promised. This made him uncharacteristically blushy, their action hidden by their bags. Still, remus found himself glancing nervously around to check if any students saw. The group of hufflepuffs were sat on the window sill reading their books and chatting happily. Ravenclaw’s dotted about also with their noses in books or chatting casually to friends. Slytherins testing a new hex they had discovered - and yet no one seemed to notice these two gryffindor boys holding hands in the hall. It made Sirius realise how small and insignificant he was in this world - and truthfully, that thought made him happy.

So from then on it was a combination of the hand on the knee and the casual hand holding every so often. Sirius didn’t really expect more, and to tell the truth, Remus wasn’t planning on much more either. He had given the odd hug or teasing kiss on the cheek that flustered Sirius to no end, but to onlookers it just seemed like a playful and teasing thing, nothing serious.

So here they sat in the common room, and Remus’ hand rested on Sirius’ knee, in plain sight. No one said a word.

“Thank you for this...” Sirius whispered, “seriously.. I was sort of joking in the closet but this has made me happy, so thank you...”

Remus smiled and gave Sirius’ knee a squeeze. “Of course, I would- woah, are you alright?”

Sirius has let out an embarrassing little squeal, leg lifting up a little on the knee where Remus has squeezed. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” Remus asked in a slight panic, but a totally embarrassed Sirius shook his head.

“N-no it didn’t hurt.. my knees are just- uh- they’re a bit sensitive..” he chuckled embarrassedly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Aha. Now it made sense.

“Sensitive huh?” Remus asked on a teasing tone as he raised an eyebrow, squeezing his knee again. “Sensitive as in.. ticklish?”

Sirius was definitely blushing now, suppressing giggles from the knee squeezing. Merlin, hearing Remus say the word drove him crazy. “I- uh.. j-just a little bit?”

“Just a little bit?” Remus smirked, already backing Sirius into the corner of the couch. “I see.. are you ticklish anywhere else? Wait- don’t answer that question. I want to find out for myself-“

Without another word uttered, Remus’ hands latched onto Sirius’ hips and begun to squeeze, thumbs drilling into the dips. Sirius let out an ear piercing shriek, before bursting into hysterical giggles, squirming and trying to escape. How had Remus so quickly found one of his worst spots?

Remus was totally in love with Sirius’ laugh. It was bubbly and boisterous, and so, so adorable.

“R-reHEMAHAH-“ Sirius squealed out, wriggling under the other’s grip, and he tried to escape (very halfheartedly).

“Yes~?” Remus smirked, his fingers walking their way over to his tummy and wiggling there. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Sirius couldn’t find an answer. Yes, this was exactly what he wanted. And he was loving every second of it, so he couldn’t exactly say no because if he did he knew Remus would stop. But it was far too embarrassing to have Remus know he was enjoying this, so what did he do?

The silence was enough for Remus, and he slipped his hands under the other’s shirt to tickle at his tummy more. Sirius’ laughter went up an octave and he was actually giggling. No one had ever heard him laugh like this before, he didn’t know whether to be thankful or embarrassed about the situation.

Remus tested every spot he could, discovered that his ribs and thighs could get snorts out of him, and that his feet made him scream. When he was fully satisfied and had worn Sirius out, he climbed off of him with a smile. “There. You got what you wanted,” he smirked.

Sirius was totally exhausted and the ghost feeling of tickles left him giggling a little as he tried to regain composure. His face was flushed and his hair was messy and had fallen in his face. Trying to calm down, he got up before just laying back down in Remus’ lap, causing the taller boy to slowly stroke his long hair out of his face, running his hands through it and picking up his book again. “Do you want me to do that one regularly also?” He asked as he looked down at him.

Sirius, too exhausted to even be embarrassed at this point, just nodded slowly and smiled.