Sirius stared at Remus for several long seconds, until the other boy started shifting self consciously, leaning a bit away from Sirius, laughing nervously. "What are you looking at?"
Sirius didn't answer. He moved his hand up Remus' leg, inching towards him until their lips touched. Remus froze. Sirius took that as an invitation to try and deepen the kiss, but Remus' hands clasped themselves around Sirius' wrists, pushing him away, surprisingly strong for his lean frame. Sirius clenched his eyes shut, and ignored the painful pang in his chest.
"Sirius..."
Sirius shook his head and choked out a laugh. It sounded fake even to his own ears. "Doesn't matter."
"Don't do that. Just… Not like this, Sirius. Not when you're drunk and thinking of someone else. Of James, of all people.”
Another laugh, and Sirius opened his eyes, smiled at his friend, even though it hurt his cheeks to do so. "Does that mean you are attracted to me, Moony?"
Remus snorted in reply, eyes fixed on Sirius’ face. "Everybody is attracted to you and your… Unholy cheekbones."
Sirius raised his eyebrows. "Unholy cheekbones?"
"They are and you know it." Remus rolled his eyes. "Your face is cut from marble. Oscar Wilde would have a stroke if he met you.”. He took the cigarette out of Sirius hand, placed it between his lips and pulled it, once, the tip glowing a vibrant orange, which Sirius followed with his eyes when Remus tossed it down the side of the castle.
Sirius felt like he should complain, but instead just took another swig out of his bottle of Firewhiskey, which he somehow managed to take back from Remus’ hands. "Didn't do me any good.”