Our muses wake up after a one night stand || Accepting

He was cold. Fucking freezing actually. That was the first thought James had as he opened his eyes, frowning at the sight of trees above his head. For a second, he thought maybe it had been a full moon. That something had gone wrong and they hadn’t made it back to the shack, but after a quick inventory of none existent pains, he knew he definitely wasn’t injured and that the full moon had been last week.

With a gasp he sat up, staring in horror at the clothes strewn around the clearing and the very real best mate also passed out on the floor, arm stretched out in what was most definitely some kind of cuddle position. James highly suspected that arm had definitely been around him. He was most certainly the recipient of the cuddle and whilst that wasn’t unusual in itself—he was beginning to remember some specific details involving a hell of a lot more touching under the night sky.

“Pads…” He nudged him with his foot, tilting his head as he took in the other boys equally half dressed state. “Pads, I’m gonna need you to wake the fuck up and have a crisis with me, a really important crisis. A dick crisis.”

He paused, running a hand through his hair as he swallowed heavily. It wasn’t as though he’d never casually thought about his best mate being attractive before. In a way that blokes provided that kinda moral support to their best mate. Maybe he’d thought about kissing him a few times, but only cause Sirius was his best mate and really, James should be the one who knew all of those things about him and to have tried it once. It didn’t mean anything—not at all. Not even if James was sometimes a little bit jealous whenever Sirius mentioned people that were fit—that was just—well he hadn’t thought of an excuse for that one yet, but he was working on it.

“Pads—seriously, wake the fuck up.” He nudged him again. “I mean it, it’s a real dick crisis—as in I’m pretty sure our dicks just got really intimately acquainted and whilst I’d like to have a discussion about your opinion of my dick skills—first we need to have a bloody crisis about it.”

@siriusi​

he'd been sleeping soundly through the ringing phone ; it was the shouted curse from the boy next to him which woke remus and made him groan into his pillow. ‘ whau- ’ he forced his groggy, alcohol-steeped mind awake. it wasn't too unusual to wake up in the same bed as his mate -- their drunk selves were keen on cuddling -- but sirius’ words sobered him immediately. ‘ we... what? ’ 

remus sat upright fast as his aching body would allow, thoughts sluggish as his hands wiped down his face, the dark circles under his eyes pronounced as ever. last he remembered, he was gargling down firewhiskey in a frenzy of gryffindor peak, poured by an extraordinarily drunk sirius in his lap. flashes of the night started to come back... all the flirting in a shadowy corner, putting his hands all over the lacy thing on sirius’ chest and dancing with him, and then kissing and kissing and kissing... it was a fog thereafter. ‘ are you sure? ’ 

the immediate thought that occurred to remus made his face drain of color. ‘ you don’t think... you could have caught... i mean, they wouldn’t mention that part in the o.w.l. section on werewolves, would they? ’ the thought made bile climb his throat-- that, or the exorbitant amount of drinking from the night before. ‘ oh, fuck, pads... ’ his head pounded, he couldn’t think straight, just kept rubbing his eyes as though he’d soon wake from a dream. he’d dreamt of such things, naturally, only never the morning after bit. ‘ i can barely remember anything from last night, ’ he groaned, hiding his face from the unforgiving light of day by wrapping his arms about his head. merlin, was that a memory he’d have liked to keep.

REMUS: I am so sorry