#poor remus

sirius: AS ENEMIES?????

@wolfstarmicrofic July 4, word count 477

Due to popular demand and because I really wanted to, we have another mini-series. Enjoy!

First part

“Right, first things first, you need to stretch, and I mean a lot, not just a few pathetic cross-body shoulder stretches,” Sirius told him. He demonstrated the stretch he meant when Remus had looked at him as though he were speaking another language, which he was. He had no idea what half the gym lingo was. Sirius grabbed his opposite wrist and stretched it across his body. 

“It’s important to stretch and warm up properly before you get into a proper workout. If you don’t get your muscles going, you’ll never be able to train to your body’s full potential, and then what’s the point? Think of your muscles as elastic bands.” He pulled out a rubber band from his pocket and pulled it. If you don’t stretch them properly, they won’t be able to extend properly.” He tugged on the ends of the band, stretching it much further than Remus thought it would before letting one end go and eliciting a satisfying snap from it. “Shall we begin?”

They started off simple. Remus’s body wouldn’t stretch as far as Sirius’s, but Sirius said that was normal for someone just starting out. He'd been doing it for years, so his muscles were used to it. 

Sirius placed a hand on the small of Remus’s back and corrected his position before he tried another squat. Sirius went down with him, keeping his hand firmly on Remus’s back and gently pushing on his thigh with his other hand, deepening the squat until Remus’s muscles cried out in pain. Sirius seemed to sense this and helped him rise again. Remus had had to think about some truly awful stuff to stop his body reacting to Sirius’s touch. It had been a long time since anyone had touched him who wasn’t a doctor or a nurse. He knew Sirius was only doing his job, but did he need to look and smell so nice? Seriously, who the fuck smells that good when they work out in a gym all day?!

They repeated the stretches until Sirius was happy that Remus was warmed up enough and then led him over to the treadmill. 

“Ten minutes on here and then we’ll move on to the weights.”

Remus was beginning to regret signing up for the gym. 

“I think I’ll be alright now, thanks,” he said, hoping Sirius would take the hint, and then he could go at his own pace. 

“Not a chance, sweetheart. I can already tell you need to challenge.”

Remus pouted like a petulant child, but Sirius had his number, and before he could call out any more truths he’d figured out from their short interactions, Remus got on the treadmill and began a slow jog. 

“Yeah, not a chance.” Sirius grinned wickedly and turned the speed up until Remus was almost running. This man was going to kill him. 

Bestfriend's brother spoiler maybe....

Regulus: How's that possible? I called him at 8 o'clock this morning pretending it was 11.

Sirius: I printed a fake schedule saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon like we usually do.

Peter: I set his alarm clock to say PM instead of AM.

Lily: I think you guys may have overdone it.