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The dull thud of a door being shut deliberately slowly entered Sirius’ mind first, then something huge and hairy was slobbering on top of him. He nearly fell off the tiny bed trying to dodge kisses from the happy dog. He didn’t know if he’d ever slept in a bed this small. Or been woken up so enthusiastically; it was disorienting at best and he couldn’t quite recall where he’d woken up in.

“Sorry,” said a soft voice Sirius instantly associated with a sense of gentleness and pleasure. Remus. “We were on a walk. He’s still a little excited. Padfoot, please let Sirius wake up on his own.”

Remus. Remus’ dog, Padfoot. Tiny bed in the cab of a truck. Yeah, everything was coming back, slowly and surely, then all at once when he moved some more and his whole body ached like he’d done a full-body workout yesterday. Or, like he’d had mind-blowing sex with that soft-voiced man right here in the truck.

Sirius vaguely remembered waking up earlier and Remus telling him he was taking Padfoot for a walk. He must have gone back to sleep, but he was definitely felt like he hadn’t rested at all.

“Whattimeisit?” he grumbled, trying to get his eyes to open so he could actually look at Remus, all the while the huge black void that was Remus’ dog was actively trying to suffocate him, like he’d made it his mission to convince Sirius he’d never been petted in his life.

Remus chuckled, probably at Sirius’ feeble attempts at waking up or at his dog’s antics. The sound was like music in Sirius’ ears. “It’s just gone six. Sorry for the early wake-up. We have to get going in a few, and I can’t let you sleep in a moving vehicle. Sorry.”

Sirius finally managed to blink enough that his eyes no longer hurt, and Remus’ kind and handsome face came into focus, an awkward smile on his lips. He looked just as good as last night—or even better now, actually, with his hair still a little mussed from sleep or what might have been wind on their walk just now. Sirius could have written this all off as a dream—waking up with a gorgeous man shamelessly eyeing Sirius’ half-naked body as he emerged from under the duvet—if he hadn’t still been sore from last night’s activities.

“That’s fine,” Sirius said, a little groggy as he managed to push the dog off and take in more of his surroundings. Sirius caught Remus’ eye and looked him up and down, deliberately slowly—a little disappointed by the loose-fitting cardigan Remus wore, covering his deliciously cute body. At least Sirius had gotten to feel it last night. He smirked when Remus flushed and turned away. “Do you suppose I’ll need to dress myself or will this do?”

“We’ll be leaving in half an hour, so if you want to shower or anything, now’s the time,” Remus told him, ignoring Sirius’ question and still averting his eyes. His face was a significantly deep shade of red though. Sirius could admit that perhaps six in the morning was a little too early to be joking about something like this, even if he was definitely still feeling the effects of what they’d done last night and it was making it very difficult to think of much else. “I’ll be getting us something to eat from the station. Any allergies or preferences?”

“Peanuts and shellfish. Allergy. Otherwise I’ll eat anything. Thank you.”

Sirius’ clothes were strewn about the small space and while they weren’t difficult to find, it was a little humiliating. The least he could have done last night was clean up after himself. But he supposed he had been a little preoccupied.

“Excuse me, Padfoot,” he told the dog who was sitting on his shirt. “Unfortunately, I need to put this on so Remus doesn’t have a heart attack.”

“Hey!”

Laughing, Sirius pushed the dog towards Remus, where he went willingly and started licking Remus’ face, tail wagging like he hadn’t seen him in ages. Dogs were weird. He picked up the rest of the evidence of a great night off the floor and cleared up his things—but pushed a condom and the tube of lube into one of the little slots in the dashboard, for future use. A little disappointingly, Remus hadn’t seemed to notice. Well, he would in a moment, if Sirius got to decide how their day went. Finally, he fished out his phone from his bag where he’d stashed it last night after silencing it. Twelve missed calls and seven unread texts. All from James, predictably.

[18:24]

What do you mean someone picked you up?

Where are you??

[19:45]

Sirius

Please send me a sign you’re not dead

[22:37]

Have you at least found a place to sleep or are you spending the night in a ditch?

You better still be alive or I’ll kill you myself

[6:03]

Where did you spend the night? Hopefully alive and well or my messages from last night will be really awkward to show the police

He got a new message right as he finished reading the old ones.

[6:14]

Finally! I can see you reading these.

What are you doing awake this early? Where did you sleep?

Sirius I swear

You already ignored all my texts last night don’t do this to me now

I was busy

Doing what??

Getting dick

Now get off my case

You fucked a stranger?

He fucked me. Pretty damn well too. I can still feel it

Too much information

“Are you… ready?” Remus’ voice stopped Sirius from sending James some more information.

“Yeah, sorry. Yeah. I had to… It’s my friend.”

“The worrier?”

“Yup.”

“It’s good to have a friend like that.”

“I— Yeah, it is.” James was a great friend, Sirius not so much. What would Remus think of Sirius, if he said he’d ignored James to be able to focus his full attention on getting in Remus’ pants?

“Hey.” Remus reached out to touch Sirius’ arm and suddenly everything he’d been thinking mere seconds ago vanished. Just the simple gesture, the gentle tone, and Sirius was filled with relief like he hadn’t ever felt before. Remus’ smile knocked the breath from Sirius’ lungs for a moment, and Remus had to nudge him to get out with him.

They headed towards the service station together. Sirius slipped away to the already familiar bathroom while Remus continued to where Sirius assumed he would find food. He checked his phone again.

Harry misses you btw

There was a picture of a very cute toddler, smiling at the camera—or smiling as well as a three-year-old could; it resembled a grimace more than anything, but it was still adorable.

[6:19] 

Dirty tactics, Potter

 What are you doing up this early

Harry keeping you awake?

I was worrying for your idiot arse

I was this close to calling the police but I didn’t know where you were since you neglected to tell me that

My arse is fine. Better than fine actually

You’ll be pleased to know we’re heading back to london soon

We??

Don’t tell me you’re still in his car

How else am I going to get home

He offered. He’s really nice

Of course he’s nice if he wanted to fuck you

Where is your sense of self preservation???

What does he look like? His name? What kind of a car is it and the licence plate?

Honestly, they were adults now, it wasn’t like Sirius was a runaway teenager—although that was apparently what Remus had thought as well—who was in danger or being taken advantage of. Sure, he’d left rather unexpectedly and without much of a plan, but he was fine. And he supposed he had been taken advantage of, in the strictest definition, but he’d gotten as much back as he’d given. More, if anyone cared to ask for his opinion.

Sirius risked ignoring James for a while longer so he could get ready in time, though he wasn’t that keen on taking a shower in the dingy-looking bathroom. But he really didn’t want to make Remus late for his work thing because of him, and he knew Remus would wait. And then probably apologise for trying to rush Sirius in the first place. Sirius was acutely aware of how much he relied on Remus’ kindness right now, but couldn’t get himself to worry about it. Remus was probably the sweetest man he’d ever met, so Sirius could at least make things as easy as he could for him.

Cringing at his reflection in the foggy mirror, Sirius deemed himself ready enough. He couldn’t expect to look his best after the day he’d had, but he was clean and looked only slightly sleep-deprived.

As expected, James’ texts hadn’t ended when Sirius had stopped checking them.

[6:25]

Please. I needed this information yesterday

[6:32]

Stop ignoring me

[6:43] 

I’m not ignoring you i’m busy

He’s really hot, Remus no idea of last name, it’s a truck and here’s the plate

Sirius snapped a photo of Remus’ licence plate for James, who would probably enlist Lily to find out everything they could about him. And yes, maybe he should have done that last night, but he’d also been very horny and jittery with anticipation while he’d waited for Remus to get back from taking Padfoot for a walk, so it hadn’t really occurred to him to do anything else but prepare to have sex. And maybe he could have at least checked his phone for messages, but it was too late to ruminate about that now. He’d have ample time to fix everything later, not now when Remus was approaching, carrying two take away cups of an obviously hot liquid and pre-packaged sandwiches, and making Sirius’ insides all warm from just the sight of him.

Remus stopped and stared at Sirius a little too long, a nice blush across his cheeks, and Sirius knew he’d somehow still managed to make an impression. He’d deliberately chosen to wear a tighter shirt, thinking Remus would probably appreciate it—though it was about the only option he had; he hadn’t exactly packed for a world-round trip. Remus had seemed to enjoy the shape of his body quite a bit last night. And Sirius enjoyed making him all flustered.

“Sorry,” Remus said after a moment, actually shaking his head like he was trying to get rid of unwanted thoughts. “I forgot to ask how you take your coffee. It’s black.”

“Perfect.” Sirius didn’t drink coffee, but he wasn’t going to tell Remus that when he’d gone to the trouble of getting him one.

Padfoot greeted them enthusiastically when they climbed back up in the cab. Sirius had to hold the dog back so Remus could get in, a rather impressive feat while holding two cups and sandwiches, though Sirius supposed he must be used to it. Phone still in his hand, Sirius took another photo for James.

[6:47] 

There’s also an adorable dog

Ferocious and keeps me completely safe

“You can hang your towel to dry up there,” Remus said and Sirius followed his pointed finger up to near the ceiling where, sure enough, Remus had rigged a line for probably just this purpose.

“Thanks,” Sirius said as he sat back down and accepted his share of breakfast, sitting on the now very familiar passenger seat as Remus settled into his. “You sure know how to take care of a guy.”

“Oh, that’s… It’s… the least I could do,” Remus muttered. “It’s just a shitty sandwich. They didn’t have much.”

“Are you sure you can handle the vehicle and a sandwich at the same time?” Sirius teased, watching as Remus expertly snapped the wheel down from where it had rested in an upward position since they’d parked last night, and pressed buttons, all the while holding the sandwich with one hand and taking occasional bites. He didn’t even spill any of the fillings. Sirius shouldn’t have found any of this as hot as he did.

Remus smiled. “I’m very experienced in having my meals in the cab.”

“I’ll say. I got to know that first hand last night.” Sirius decided he would never tire of watching Remus take a moment to consider what Sirius had said and then, when it finally hit him, the reaction was priceless. Sirius would shower Remus with endless compliments just to get to watch him swallow nervously as a flush slowly crept down his face to his neck, and he coughed awkwardly before scrambling to change the subject. This man did not know how to accept compliments, and it was adorable.

“Are you buckled up?” Remus asked, reaching behind him to get a very calm Padfoot into his harness. His eyes met Sirius’ for a moment, but he was already too focused on Sirius’ and the dog’s safety to take note of the wink Sirius sent his way.

The start of the ride was silent. Maybe it was because it was only seven in the morning, but Sirius didn’t really feel like doing much else than munch on his surprisingly tasty sandwich and drink his less tasty coffee. He decided to make himself right at home and got a bottle of water from where he knew Remus kept them up over their heads. Remus didn’t say anything about his thievery, only shot him a grateful smile when Sirius offered the bottle to him as well.

Before long, the truck jolted to a stop. They’d arrived at what Sirius deduced to be a storage building of some sort. The side of the building had a logo of a company Sirius had never seen or heard of before, but he supposed it made sense for Remus to be delivering something for a company. He hadn’t asked or really cared to know; last night he’d had more pressing matters to take care of than focus on small talk. At least small talk that hadn’t directly related to his goal of making Remus aware of his intentions.

“Do you… want help?” Sirius offered feebly, as Remus unbuckled himself. 

“No. I’ll be faster on my own.”

“Right.” Yeah, Sirius would definitely just be on the way.

“You can go for a little walk with Padfoot, if you’d like.”

“Oh. Sure.”

“You don’t have to, I’m not going to take long. You can sleep some more, if you’re tired. I know it’s still early, sorry about that, but I need to get this done as fast as possible.”

“You’re fine. I’m the one intruding. I’ll go with Padfoot. Better for him, right? He’ll be stuck in the cab for hours afterwards.”

Remus gave him another smile and unbuckled Padfoot as well, who’d been sleeping soundly on the bed, clearly accustomed to Remus’ work and hadn’t even stirred. As soon as the dog realised he’d be going for another walk, he nearly pushed Sirius down the steps. Sirius was again in awe of how such a large dog could get in and out of the high cabin of the truck, but Remus had clearly trained him well and Padfoot only needed help in going up; he could get down on his own well enough, even if it endangered Sirius in the process.

Remus paused on his way to the back of the truck, hesitating next to Sirius. His eyes were locked on Sirius’ lips as he said, “Half an hour,” then quickly strode off.

Sirius smiled to himself and grabbed Padfoot’s leash. Despite enthusiastically having Sirius’ cock in his mouth last night, Remus was too shy to kiss him in the morning. Sirius would have been offended if it had been anyone but Remus; he already knew Remus to be an awkward and a little bit of an insecure mess of a man, with anyone else he would have taken their refusal to kiss him as a sign of them perceiving him as just an easy fuck.

Sirius picked a random direction—well, he only had two options—and they set off down the road. The grass on the side of the road was dewy and Sirius tried in vain to steer the dog away from it, knowing he would be sleeping on the bed for the rest of the way and getting it dirty. Padfoot was an energetic dog, though, and ignored Sirius completely. Sirius supposed it was to be expected for such a big dog. He had no idea how much dogs needed exercise, but it seemed that the walk he’d had less than an hour ago hadn’t tired the dog out yet. Remus probably took the dog on a longer walk at night, usually, Sirius realised. Last night he had company and had been in a rush. Sirius couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty about it.

He checked his messages again; James had simply reacted with a heart eyed emoji on the picture of Padfoot. Maybe he was saving the full lecture for when Sirius went to see him next, which he probably should do as soon as possible. Even Sirius knew it was a bit of a dick move to leave without explaining where he was going, no matter how much he felt like the city had been suffocating him. Even if James was used to it. Even if it meant possibly having to answer the stupid text from Regulus that had started everything.

Sirius had no idea how far they’d walked already, but it was probably a good idea to turn back. He should have checked the time when Remus told him half an hour. Luckily, when they came back, Remus appeared to have just finished working; Sirius heard the doors to the trailer closing with a resounding slam and Remus appeared from behind it.

For a moment, Remus didn’t seem to have noticed them; there was a focused look on his face that honestly made him look a bit older than he was, with the way his eyebrows were scrunched together, creating a deep crease between them, but as he lifted his gaze and spotted them waiting by the door his whole demeanour changed. His posture relaxed and his smile immediately lit up his whole face. Padfoot wagged his tail excitedly and started pulling on his leash to get to Remus. Embarrassingly, Sirius felt a lot like the dog. If he had a tail, it would have also been wagging at the sight of Remus approaching, smiling at him like that. Sirius’ cheeks definitely felt hotter than a moment ago.

Remus spent an adorably long time greeting his dog, and suddenly it was no mystery why the dog was always so happy seeing him. Something cold and sharp lodged itself in between Sirius’ heart and lungs, making it hard to breathe and felt like he needed to take his heart out completely and perhaps replace it with a better one. Maybe he should get a pet who’d shower him in unconditional love like that.

Finally, Remus turned to him, smile never fading and Sirius had to answer it with one of his own. Remus’ eyes focused on his mouth instantly and he visibly swallowed.

“You’re allowed to kiss me. If you’d like.”

Remus’ smile widened. It reached his eyes now, forming little crinkles in the corners and making his already handsome face look even more so. His eyes were warm and gentle as he kept steady eye contact the whole time he leaned over, his hand coming up to cup Sirius’ face.

The kiss was soft, stark opposite to ones they’d shared last night, but betrayed none of Remus’ apparent hesitation. It was warm in the way that coming home after a long, hard day was, a memory of something Sirius wasn’t sure he’d ever lived, but Remus made him believe he had. And it left Sirius wanting more. He simply didn’t feel like that, ever. Somehow this man had turned everything Sirius thought he’d ever wanted on its head, in just one night.

He wanted to feel Remus’ touch all over him, the memory of those long fingers now running through his hair deep inside him last night almost making him hard now. But more importantly, Sirius wanted to feel Remus shivering beneath his hands again, wanted to feel him getting increasingly aroused because of Sirius. Remus had seemed so shy until he gained a little confidence, but by then they’d been nearly done. Sirius wasn’t done with him. He was going to make this man his, he decided right this moment.

Remus pulled back, entirely too soon in Sirius’ opinion. He caressed Sirius’ cheek, the gesture so tender Sirius’ stomach lurched with unexpected yearning.

“Thank you,” Remus said. “For taking the dog out.”

“Not for this nice kiss?”

“That, too.” With that, Remus kissed him again, too short and shallow, and opened the door for him.

The country roads they took to get out of there seemed too tiny for a truck this size and Sirius tensed every time Remus took a turn and had to occupy both lanes. Thankfully it seemed to be so early no one else was out yet.

“Bit of a tight fit, these roads, aren’t they?”

“These are fine. It’s single lane country roads that are a bit difficult, if there are other cars. Those are sometimes just barely as wide as the truck and it’s just impossible to pass another vehicle.”

“What do you do if there’s another car, then?”

“They’ll back up.”

“Assert dominance.”

Remus laughed. “I guess you could say it like that.”

“Bet you’re good at that. Asserting dominance.”

“Well, I have the bigger vehicle, don’t I? There’s really no question of who yields.”

Sirius resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Once again, Remus had completely missed his attempts at an innuendo. He didn’t know why he still tried.

Whenever Sirius caught Remus looking—and it was often—he’d get that look on his face, like he still couldn’t believe Sirius was choosing to be here with him. Had chosen to be fucked by him. For a man Remus’ age—forty-two, he’d said—he was very insecure. Sirius was determined to make Remus realise how incredible he was.

Sirius, naturally, didn’t bother sneaking glances; he was openly staring at Remus, constantly taking in all his features: his prominent nose with the slightly sharp tip that felt so good rubbing against the soft parts of Sirius’ neck; the soft curls Sirius wanted to muss up indefinitely; the warm brown eyes that turned almost black with lust when Sirius had kissed him, touched him, told him how much he wanted him; the smattering of freckles Sirius had only noticed last night when he’d been inches away, but now couldn’t help but notice every time he looked at Remus. Everything about him made Sirius’ heart beat faster, and the desire to never leave this grew truck stronger.

The silence between them was awkward for the first time, or maybe it just felt like it since it seemed Remus was focused on the road, despite having just told Sirius they weren’t any trouble. Sirius didn’t want to think about what would happen when they had to say goodbye. He suddenly found himself wanting to stay in that moment from last night, when Remus had thought he’d been asleep and whispered “I’d like to keep you” into the darkness surrounding them.

Sirius was genuinely becoming obsessed with this man, in a way James would have called unhealthy. But reality hit him like a… well, like a truck, now that a new day had dawned and his brain wasn’t completely mushed from sex. Yes, he was unfathomably attracted to Remus, and it was clear that was mutual, but Remus hadn’t mentioned it, and what he’d said hadn’t even been meant for Sirius’ ears, even if he had seemingly taken it in stride when Sirius responded.

“I think… I need to go home. To show my face, at least.”

Remus’ face fell, just for a second, before he smiled. But Sirius saw it. His stomach clenched.

“I’m getting threatened with a baby…” he tried explaining, immediately aware of how weird it sounded.

“Threatened? A baby? Your baby?”

“Why would it be my baby? What kind of a father leaves his child and goes on an adventure across the country?”

“An adventure, was it?”

Sirius remembered how adamantly he’d refused to tell Remus anything of where he was coming from or where he’d been heading. Nowhere had been the answer. For his destination, at least. Not even James knew why he’d left so suddenly, and Sirius wasn’t really ready to think of his own reasoning yet. But Remus hadn’t cared. He’d taken Sirius in and offered to drive him to where he could find a way back home. Though Sirius had quickly made up new plans. Plans that had worked wonderfully in his favour. But now…

“My nephew. He’s recently turned three and knows how to make a really cute puppy face.”

“Your… brother’s kid, then?”

How did—? “Oh. No. Definitely not.” He’d mentioned Regulus last night, by accident. He hadn’t thought Remus would remember something like that. “I said nephew, didn’t I? He’s, er… my friend’s kid. And my friend… He’s… like a brother to me, so it’s just easier to say that way.”

“I see. Is this still the same friend?”

“Yeah.”

The very same friend who would skin him alive if he knew about even a fraction of the thoughts running through Sirius’ mind every time he even glanced in Remus’ way. Sirius was definitely planning on feeling that cock in him again before they made it back.

“You’re not intruding, by the way,” Remus said suddenly, after what had to be the fifth time he’d seemingly had to force his gaze back to the road.

“Hmm?”

“What you said, back there,” Remus clarified. “I… I want you here.”

“I know you want me,” Sirius said, smirking. “Otherwise I’d have slept in a barn or wherever out-of-towners are kept in these parts.”

“I…” Remus hesitated. “I’m glad you didn’t have to do that. I’ll be honest, though, if it had been any later, I probably wouldn’t have stopped for you.”

“You’d have let me find my own way in the dark? What difference does the time of day make—? Oh. Are you superstitious?”

“No. But… You’d be surprised by some of the things I’ve seen, driving around the country.”

Sirius was instantly intrigued.

“It’s not nearly as exciting as you’re thinking.”

“You can’t possibly know what I’m thinking.”

“I haven’t picked up any phantom hitchhikers. I… haven’t picked up hitchhikers, at all.”

“So I am special.”

“Yes, you are.”

There was suddenly a lump in Sirius’ throat he tried to dislodge by continuing talking. “Lucky for me, then. Imagine if you hadn’t been on this trip.” Or he hadn’t been where he’d ended up, however unintentionally.

“I don’t always do long days like this anymore. Most of my days are local, actually.”

“Local where?”

“Bath, nowadays.”

Sirius’ stomach felt funny. “Bath’s… not really that near London.” A few hours drive, if Sirius’ mental map was correct.

“I said I’d take you there if you want, it’s no problem. Driving is what I do all day anyway, if I have to make a little detour it’s nothing to me.”

“But you don’t even—”

“Sirius, we’re involved now. I’ll take you home.”

Please do.

“You’re… quite lonely, aren’t you?” Sirius hadn’t meant to say that, but with the way Remus had all but jumped him the moment Sirius had made his intentions abundantly clear—since Remus hadn’t been picking up on any hints—Sirius deduced he didn’t get much action. Or any human interaction, period.

Thankfully, Remus didn’t seem to take offence. “You don’t have to feel sorry for me. Not having a family is my choice and I like it like that. I don’t think I could handle the responsibility of having anyone waiting for me at home. The dog’s enough.”

Sirius bit his lip so he wouldn’t blurt out anything embarrassing, such as “I wouldn’t mind waiting for you at home” and then almost laughed at the way Remus’ eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

“Eyes on the road,” Sirius reminded him. Remus turned to look ahead instantly, coughing to hide his embarrassment. “I’m surprised we didn’t end up upside down off the road with the way you kept ogling me last night.”

“Oh, I—” Remus kept his gaze firmly on the road. “Sorry.”

“You already said that last night. And I already said it’s fine. Do you think I flirt with everyone who finds me hot? If I’d found that uncomfortable I would have left the earliest moment I could.”

“I mean… You kind of have the…energy of someone who does that a lot. You were very confident and I—” Catching Sirius’ raised brows, Remus hurried to add, “Wait, I didn’t mean it like… that. I don’t know how these things work! I’ve never done anything like this before!”

“Never?”

“I told you.” Remus sounded a little like he was holding back tears. “No one… has noticed me the way… you did. I’m invisible, people look right through me. You…”

Sirius hadn’t expected a moment of vulnerability like this. “Well, if you still have a hard time believing I think you’re absolutely irresistible, I did a bad job last night.”

Remus opened his mouth, probably to refute Sirius’ claim, but Sirius didn’t let him.

“I’ll just have to do better this time. And let me make one thing very clear, Remus. I enjoy the way you look at me. Very much. Actually, I don’t think there’s anything you could tell me you want and I wouldn’t be into it just because you are. You could ask for a blowie right now while still driving—you wouldn’t, I know—and I’d be over there in an instant. If you said you wanted to fuck me on the roof of this truck, I’d say, ‘What are we waiting for?’”

“Those are… very dangerous options.”

“Stop the truck and we could find less dangerous ways. There was something you said last night and, frankly, I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind since.”

“Sirius,” Remus said, turning redder by the second, “it’s… half eight in the morning.”

“Perfect time for—”

“You’re being a bit of a distraction.”

“Why don’t you do something about it, then?” Sirius had been a distraction all night last night, but it had gotten him what he’d wanted, so it must be a good tactic.

“Sirius—”

Saying what he wanted out loud seemed to have worked wonderfully yesterday. “I want you to pull over so we can fuck again.”

The expression on Remus’ face was delicious. He went red instantly, swallowing hard several times before seemingly finding his voice again. “We’ll see what I can do,” was what he eventually said. “In the meantime… I’d appreciate it if you let me wake up properly.” Remus squirmed in his seat, clearly aroused.

“Wasn’t this working? You have to admit, you definitely feel more at attention now.” Sirius nodded towards the obvious bulge in Remus’ trousers. He wondered how flustered he could get Remus without even touching him. He’d had to tone it down significantly yesterday when he hadn’t been sure if it was welcome or not. But now that he knew…

“I’ll manage,” Remus said, voice a little strained. “And what you need to do is sit there and let me drive.”

Please say it.

“Can you be good?”

“Yes.” It came out breathier and a lot more desperate than Sirius intended, he blamed the shivers running down his back. Remus shot him a sideways look that looked smug.

And he tried. He really tried. Remus wasn’t the only one already hard and, truly, staying quiet had never really been Sirius’ strong suit. The moment he’d been allowed to be as loud and unapologetic as he could, he hadn’t looked back. Well, it had taken a bit longer than a moment, but that was long in the past now. “Am I allowed to say anything or do we ride in silence now?”

Remus chuckled. He probably found it funny it hadn’t been more than a few minutes. “You’re pretty restless, aren’t you?”

“I’ve been called worse things.”

Remus immediately looked panicked. “I didn’t mean—”

“I know. I hear that a lot, don’t you worry about it at all. I’m restless now because I can still feel the effects your huge cock had on me from last night and, I’m not going to lie, it’s all I can think about, so I will actually just shut up for real now because clearly I can’t be trusted to stay on cleaner topics.”

“Sirius…” Remus’ exasperated sigh mixed with clear arousal was an incredible sound, especially with the way it was combined with Sirius’ name.

Not for the first time, Sirius wished they were in a normal car where the seats were closer together so he could easily reach a hand over to touch Remus. He still could, but it would be really awkward. He’d just have to do what he did last night and rely on his words alone.

“I’m just saying,” Sirius said, trying to sound nonchalant, and not like even the slightest sound from Remus right now would be enough to make him squirm in his seat. Not like his face was currently also coloured what must have been a spectacularly bright red.

To his absolute joy, the truck started slowing down. Sirius had no time to celebrate this turn of events though, because as soon as they stopped moving, Remus unbuckled himself and, faster than Sirius had time to register, sat on Sirius’ lap, kissing him fervently before he’d even landed.

Sirius laughed into the kiss, but was soon able to focus on nothing but the feeling of Remus on him, his hands grasping his face almost painfully tightly. The kiss was nothing like the tentative, tender little things they’d shared before they left. This was passionate, intense, and Sirius could feel in it exactly how much he’d managed to frustrate Remus during their drive. His heart beat increasingly faster until it felt like it was hammering out of his chest.

Remus’ hands quickly found their way into Sirius’ hair and tugged. Sirius’ laughter turned into a moan. His cock was already hard and Remus was sitting right on top of it, occasionally rubbing against it, making Sirius’ vision blur at the edges.

“Remus, Remus… Let me—” Sirius wasn’t sure what he wanted to tell Remus he wanted to do, but he knew that he needed to get his cock out of his trousers and into Remus’ hand or mouth or anywhere, right now. He lowered his hands to Remus’ arse, squeezing to hopefully indicate what he wanted.

Instead of continuing to grind on Sirius’ cock, Remus scooted back. His hand was gentle now as he ran it down the side of Sirius’ face, the steady eye contact making Sirius’ trousers tent even more.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Remus said, then looked shocked, as if he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

Sirius got his ability to smirk back now that Remus wasn’t actively sitting on his boner, or kissing him senseless. “Why do you think I was pestering you for so long?”

“Because you enjoy tormenting me? That’s not really how a good boy behaves, is it?” Remus asked, tugging Sirius’ hair again, making him tilt his head up, exposing his neck. “Distracting me while I drive?”

“I’ll be good. I just wanted to—”

“I know you will.”

Sirius couldn’t help but groan at the words. For someone so awkward and honestly kind of pathetic, Remus had such a way with words when he let himself be confident. This was what Sirius had seen a glimpse of last night as well; Remus seemed to instinctively know exactly which buttons to push to make Sirius go insane.

“Is this alright?” Remus whispered, caressing Sirius’ cheek softly while his other hand was still tightly gripping Sirius’ hair. The look on his eyes was so gentle and for a moment Sirius couldn’t find the right words. “Sirius?”

“Yes,” he choked out. “You’re so fucking hot right now.”

Remus actually smiled at the compliment. Progress.

He leaned down again, capturing Sirius’ lips with his own. Sirius bit down on his lower lip lightly, earning a low groan from Remus before he scooted forward again, seemingly subconsciously and made Sirius gasp into the kiss. His hips twitched, desperate for more friction.

There was a new look in Remus’ eyes when he pulled away. A look Sirius didn’t have time to decipher before Remus spoke again, the words nearly swallowed by Sirius’ mouth, that’s how close their faces still were. “What do you need, sweetheart?”

Oh, damn. Remus would be the person to call Sirius sweetheart just before they had sex. And it was definitely doing something to Sirius right now. Mainly in the “his trousers were getting too tight to be comfortable” kind of way.

“You— You said— You promised— Fuck!” No one, and he meant no one, had ever made Sirius Black stutter like this. The power Remus already had over him, and he probably didn’t even realise it. How had Sirius found this gem of a man just drifting on the roads all by himself? He couldn’t believe Remus wasn’t already taken.

Remus waited and when it became clear Sirius’ thoughts were already scrambled, he kissed Sirius’ forehead tenderly. “I do recall us discussing something last night.” Another sweet kiss. “I can’t quite remember…” A kiss, another tug of his hair, a loud moan from Sirius. “Remind me what it was?”

Sirius was drowning in Remus. All these little kisses, his weight on Sirius, the teasing. “I need you to bend me over the dashboard.” Sirius almost sobbed when he realised he’d managed to get a full sentence out.

“Hmhmm,” Remus agreed.

“And fuck me like that.”

“Yes, I remember now.” With those words, Remus stood up and Sirius almost went with him. Almost, because he was still strapped to the seat by his fucking seatbelt he hadn’t had time to unbuckle before Remus had all but attacked him with his mouth.

Sirius’ face burned as he fumbled to release the seatbelt, first trying the wrong side, all the while Remus watched him with an expression Sirius remembered very well from last night. It was the one where he clearly found everything Sirius did very arousing, looking like he was trying to commit his every movement to memory. Perhaps for later use…?

Powered by the thought of a future Remus wanking to the mental image of him, Sirius managed to finally free himself and shot up from the seat. Remus caught him in his arms and for a moment their eyes met and they shared a long look that said everything and nothing at the same time, before Sirius couldn’t help himself and he had to kiss Remus again. This time he grabbed a fistful of Remus’ hair with one hand and the back of his shirt with the other. Remus was just as grabby with his hands, pulling Sirius closer by his hips, the hard line of his cock pressing against Sirius’ thigh.

“Remus, I want— I need to—”

“I’ve got you,” Remus said, mouthing the words against the column of his throat and Sirius had no trouble believing everything Remus told him right now. Remus’ hands quickly slid to Sirius’ waist and under his shirt, warm as they left Sirius’ skin tingling in their wake. Before long, Remus’ hand was in his trousers, cupping his cock through the fabric of his underwear just as Remus bit his neck lightly, but hard enough that the combined sensation of it made Sirius whine and buck against Remus’ hand. Remus rubbed his palm along Sirius’ cock a couple times, seemingly just to make Sirius writhe and whimper again. He succeeded, obviously.

“Can I make you come like this?” Remus asked, and Sirius wasn’t sure if Remus was asking for permission or a rhetorical question, but he still nodded vigorously. He nearly whined when Remus removed his hand, but soon realised it was just so he could spit in it.

An incomprehensible gargle of a noise rose from somewhere deep within Sirius when Remus touched him again—that rough and calloused hand exactly what he needed—and he would have been embarrassed if he hadn’t caught the look of surprise and hunger in Remus’ eyes just then. Sirius was losing control and Remus loved it.

Remus’ hand was sure and firm on his cock, every stroke sending shocks of unbelievable pleasure up Sirius’ spine, Remus wrenching all kinds of noises out of him—moans, whines, whimpers. Remus’ lips were pressed to Sirius’ cheek and he could feel the smile against his skin, Remus’ hot breath coming out in ever shorter shudders. At least Sirius wasn’t the only one already beyond affected.

With a particularly devilish twist of Remus’ wrist that ended with him palming across the sensitive head of Sirius’ cock, Sirius’ knees buckled and he was barely able to hold himself up by grasping Remus’ shoulders. He immediately felt bad when Remus seemed to genuinely struggle with the sudden burden. He tried to stand back up straight, but soon got the answer to Remus’ question, rhetorical or no. He absolutely couldn’t come like this; he was going to crumple to the floor in a boneless heap and no thought of how much Remus might like that made him want that to happen. “Oh, shit, Remus— I can’t, you have to—”

Remus’ lips caught the rest of what would have been Sirius begging him to fuck him, which he took as a good thing. It wasn’t a secret how badly he wanted Remus, but he also didn’t want to seem… too desperate. It was probably too late for that, though, as his actions spoke otherwise, and he found his hands on Remus’ trousers already, popping open the button and sliding the zip down. Remus’ cock felt huge in his hand, making shivers run down his back as he remembered what it had felt like to ride it last night. What it would feel like to get pounded by it in a few moments, hopefully. His cock kicked from the mere thought.

“I want to taste you,” Sirius whispered against Remus’ lips, a little surprised by his own admission.

“Later,” Remus promised, breathless and blushing, kissing Sirius so eagerly Sirius doubted he even knew what he’d just said.

Remus’ mouth never strayed far from Sirius’ skin as he slowly turned them around, knees bumping into the seat and each other’s. Sirius had to put a stop to this, or they’d be here all day just kissing and rutting against each other. He pulled back and fixed Remus a look he hoped said ‘If you don’t bend me over right this moment…’ He didn’t really know what he’d do if it didn’t happen, but he also didn’t have to wonder for long, since Remus got the hint and, rather roughly, turned Sirius around. He paused for a moment, and Sirius got the sense he was calculating which part of the dashboard was most suitable for fucking, but then hands were on him again, sure and firm yet gentle when they gave Sirius what he’d been asking for, sliding up his back and pushing him over. Remus leaned over with him, lips pressed against the back of his neck, his hot breath making Sirius tremble again.

Lying here, over the dashboard, Sirius noted a rather curious thing. Remus hadn’t pulled the curtain across the windshield this time. From the looks of it, they were truly in the middle of nowhere, so there wasn’t really any danger of people seeing them, but there was always the possibility of other travellers passing by car. He didn’t have time to give it much thought beyond that, because Remus was tugging his trousers down, underwear and all, hands immediately groping Sirius’ arse in a way that had him panting out breaths in short bursts in no time.

“I put the—” Sirius started to say, but Remus interrupted him, already reaching into where Sirius had stashed the condom and lube.

“Oh, yes. I saw.”

His hands returned, not slick with lube as Sirius had expected and hoped, but just to grip his arse again. One hand slid up Sirius’ back, under his shirt and he shuddered from the feeling of it. And the fact that Remus seemed to take some time to just… look at him. Sirius knew he was good-looking, and while he often enjoyed being on the receiving end of turned heads, he wasn’t usually this attracted to whoever was doing the looking. It affected him in ways he hadn’t thought possible. For one, he was already leaking profusely and positively anxious as he waited for Remus’ next move.

“There seems to be a significant lack of ‘fucking over the dashboard’ happening right now,” Sirius pointed out, mock complaining.

“All in good time,” Remus said, squeezing his arse for emphasis. “I didn’t get to look at all of you last night, so I’m just making up for that.”

So he had been admiring Sirius’ naked arse this whole time. Sirius glanced over briefly and was struck by the look he saw in Remus’ eyes when their eyes met. There was that now familiar hunger and lust Sirius would be craving the moment it was gone, but softness as well, a look that made Sirius’ stomach clench with excitement as he turned back. He’d definitely found the perfect man.

The hands disappeared and the distinct pop of the cap to the lube bottle filled the temporary silence between them. Sirius’ cock twitched and he arched his back in anticipation. He smiled to himself when Remus let out a sharp gasp.

Now they were getting somewhere as Remus’ rather rough hand grabbed Sirius again, spreading him open and lubed fingers touched him, circling his hole for a moment before Remus pushed one in. Sirius missed kissing Remus at the same time, but there was something so incredibly exciting about not being touched beyond the fingers in his arse and the hand now sliding up on his back, holding him in place. He never wanted Remus to stop touching him.

“Your hair is so long I can wrap it around my wrist,” Remus marvelled, doing just that. “It gives me excellent leverage to pull it.”

“Yes! Please,” Sirius gasped, craving the sharp yet pleasurable feeling Remus’ hand tugging his hair brought.

“You’re so polite.”

Sirius laughed, the sound cut off when an especially rough pull yanked his head back. “Well, you haven’t fucked me out of my manners yet,” he tried to save the situation, but Remus had definitely heard the choked moan he let out.

“Yet?” The next tug was gentler, but no less forceful, accompanied with Remus’ now two fingers crooking directly on his prostate.

With the desperation of last night missing, Remus took his sweet time, the aim clearly not just to open Sirius up for his cock, but to get him writhing and moaning in pleasure. He was succeeding, and Sirius loved it. He already knew Remus was incredible with his hands, but he could probably come like this, just from Remus’ fingers and nothing else. It was enough to drive him insane.

Clearly encouraged by the noises Sirius was making, Remus sped up his movements a little, the drag of his fingers along Sirius’ rim making Sirius want to push back, tell him to hurry up and get on with it or never stop, he wasn’t sure which one he preferred at the moment. “You said you’d fuck me—”

Remus leaned back down over Sirius’ back, whispering right into his ear, “I am fucking you.”

The sound Sirius let out at that was definitely lewd. “With your cock.”

Remus didn’t get up, just planted a little kiss on Sirius’ cheek, pulling his fingers out completely and just rested them against Sirius. Sirius couldn’t help pushing back against them. “You’re an impatient one, aren’t you?”

“Remus—”

“And just as I praised you for being so polite.”

“Being polite and being patient have nothing to do— oh!”

Relentlessly, Remus thrust his fingers back in and rubbed Sirius’ prostate. He held onto Sirius’ hair with one hand, landing kisses on the side of his face at the same time.

Sirius turned to look at him, his already short breath nearly knocked out completely at the sight of Remus’ flushed face and dilated pupils inches from his.

“Fuck,” Remus groaned. “You’re gorgeous.”

“You… took the words right from my mouth,” Sirius breathed back.

Remus’ eyes widened. “Even like this?”

“Especially like this,” Sirius confirmed, not really knowing what Remus might have been referring to, but he was happy to compliment as much as Remus wanted. He thought he’d been clear he found Remus stunning in any setting, but maybe it would take a few more times to make it stick. “You’re beautiful with your hair all messy like this, lips kissed raw, looking like you have to try very hard to keep up this snail’s pace you’ve set.”

Remus chuckled at that, but the red on his face deepened slightly. “You got me.” To Sirius’ immediate disappointment, Remus pulled back so they weren’t completely face to face anymore, but did pick up the pace again.

“Who’s impatient now?”

“I’m still the one with fingers up your arse.”

“Yes, you are.” This time Sirius did rock back, fucking himself on what must have been three of Remus’ fingers by this point for a moment, keeping eye contact with Remus the whole time. He watched Remus’ eyes rake over his body, watched as his throat bobbed as he swallowed, listened as he drew in a sharp breath just before Sirius remembered he had hands too, and could simply grab Remus by his shirt to pull him back down to kiss him. The surprised sound from Remus was quickly drowned out by Sirius’ much louder moan.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” Sirius pleaded, not caring how much it sounded like he was whining. “Get your cock in me, now.”

Remus let out a breathy laugh and straightened, fingers still inside for a moment longer as if he wasn’t ready to let go yet, thumb stroking along his perineum, the combined feeling of if absolutely incredible. When he finally did pull his hand back, it was way more disappointing than Sirius had anticipated. He wanted to beg Remus to touch him again, even though he knew, hearing the condom wrapper opening, that he’d soon get exactly what he’d asked for.

As Remus slowly pushed in, it was very reminiscent of what Sirius had done last night. He pushed himself off the dashboard to speed up the process, but Remus placed a firm hand on his back to stop him. It was one of the hottest things Sirius had ever experienced. Last night it had been obvious that Sirius had been in control, leading the whole thing even after Remus had realised what he’d been up to and had enthusiastically agreed. Now, Remus’ hands were firm as they grabbed Sirius’ hair again, the other on his back, holding him down over the dashboard.

“Shit,” Sirius gasped when Remus finally bottomed out.

Instead of starting to move immediately, Remus draped himself over Sirius’ back again and pressed kisses to the back of his neck. The stretch of him was incredible and made Sirius feel so full it was almost overwhelming. If he’d been the one setting the pace, he would have already been bouncing on that cock, chasing his orgasm. This was intimate in a way he hadn’t expected. He almost felt… safe, which was a ridiculous thought to have in a position like this.

“Remus.”

“Yes?”

“Move? Can you? Could you? Or I suppose we can do it like this, too.” Sirius squeezed Remus’ cock for emphasis, hiding his grin in the crook of his own arm. Remus’ teeth sank into his shoulder briefly, the gentle sting making Sirius’ cock leak anew. “I’ve never felt this good, can you feel how hard and wet you’ve made me?”

Remus drew in a sharp breath and jerked back, seemingly involuntarily. A hand wrapped around Sirius and took his cock in a firm grip.

“That’s all you,” Sirius said, fighting to focus on producing intelligible words through Remus’ stroking hand and him finally thrusting into him. “You made me wait so long and now… Now you’re giving me everything and more— Remus—”

“Keep going,” Remus asked, mumbling the request into Sirius’ hair. “Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely—” Sirius’ words cut off with the sharp snap of Remus’ hips against his arse, the full length of him burying itself inside, the stretch making Sirius temporarily see pure white. “Oh, shit. Do that again, please.”

“Anything you want,” Remus murmured, stroking Sirius’ now sweat-soaked hair. A load of good that shower had done. He didn’t have much time to worry about having to clean himself with wet wipes again when the next thrust pushed him further into the dash, Remus’ hands in his hair and around him the only things keeping him upright.

Sirius squashed the tiny stab of disappointment when Remus stood up straighter, already missing his weight and warmth against him, because it soon became very evident it gave him a lot more leverage to absolutely pound Sirius into the dashboard.

“Let me hear you,” Remus plead again. “You make— such pretty noises. Shit, you’re perfect. I can’t believe I get to—” The rest of Remus’ soliloquy was so quiet Sirius didn’t hear, but he also couldn’t bring himself to care when all he could do was focus on keeping upright and maybe arch his back some more, which seemed to encourage Remus.

The noises Remus drew out of Sirius were not exaggerated in the slightest—not that Sirius liked to do that in the first place, but sometimes he just had to put some extra enthusiasm to keep things interesting. Not with Remus. Sirius wanted to tell him how good he felt, wanted to hear how it made Remus’ breath hitch when Sirius managed to say something surprising he found especially hot, but it turned out to be a completely impossible task like this, spread open in the middle of nowhere in a truck with a man he met yesterday. This was the best day of his life and he never wanted it to end.

Perfect. Remus said he’s perfect, just like this, without even trying.

Remus’ movements got increasingly more frantic, the irregular stuttering of his hips telling Sirius how close he was. The choked gasp Remus let out when Sirius squeezed him on the next pull out almost made Sirius come right that instant.

Sirius already knew what Remus sounded like when he came—though last night it had clearly been a surprise to both of them—but it didn’t mean he didn’t thoroughly enjoy hearing it again, especially when it happened right next to his ear, the almost pained grunt accompanied with hot breath coming out in short bursts doing amazing things to Sirius’ mind, mainly making him blank out completely, barely aware of anything but Remus’ hand still on his cock, Remus still inside him, on top of him, speaking to him though Sirius couldn’t quite make out the words.

“That’s it, you’re so good for me,” Remus’ whispered words finally registered just as Sirius felt his own orgasm approaching, and he was filled with want to see Remus, have him look at him with those gentle yet intense eyes, watch him as he came.

He almost begged for that to happen, but was cut off by Remus twisting his wrist so delightfully on his cock that his vision blacked, all sound gone from his throat but a hoarse whimper, that beautiful hand never ceasing its movements and Sirius’ ears started to buzz as overstimulation took over all his senses.

“Breathe,” Remus’ soft voice reached him over all the noise. “Keep breathing, just like that, good boy, Sirius. You’ve been so patient, so good for me.”

His name from Remus’ lips was one of the best things Sirius had ever heard, there was no doubt about it. In fact, hearing Remus talking to him through his orgasm was something he hadn’t even thought he’d wanted, since last night it hadn’t been possible with his cock in Remus’ mouth. The small grunts from Remus right in his hear reminded him that Remus was still inside, gone soft now but the girth of him remained, stretching him, the weight of Remus on him calming though a little overwhelming as he came to Remus repeating his name in his ear.

Too soon, though it had probably been a bit longer than necessary, Remus started to pull back, but Sirius was powerless to do anything but try and catch his breath, now acutely aware of all the sharp-feeling edges boring into his sensitive flesh. His arms felt like cooked spaghetti, completely unable to bear any of his weight.

“I can’t…” Sirius searched for the right words so he wouldn’t sound like Remus had just fucked all his strength out of him. There were none but the truth. “I can’t stand up.”

Both of Remus’ arms were around him in an instant, pulling him gently up against his chest. For a moment they simply stood like this, Sirius leaning heavily on the dash with his spaghetti arms while trusting Remus to hold him up, catching their breaths. Sirius could feel Remus’ rapid heartbeat against his back, the short puffs of breath in his hair.

“Are you good to stand on your own again?” Remus asked after a while, not letting go before Sirius confirmed.

“Yeah, yeah.” Sirius really didn’t want to, but he supposed they couldn’t really stay like this forever. Not even if he really would have liked to.

Sirius laughed at the careful way Remus extracted himself from against Sirius. “I’m not that weak. Anymore.”

“I’m not taking any chances,” Remus told him, already holding out the packet of wipes in Sirius’ direction. He’d somehow managed to straighten out his own clothes already, leaving Sirius the only one in a dishevelled state of undress. “Sorry about the lack of proper hygiene options again,” he laughed when he noticed Sirius’ sulking. “But I have to keep the cab clean somehow. This is where I live half the time.”

“Oh. Right.” Sirius hadn’t wanted to seem like a spoiled brat. Though he supposed that’s what he’d been raised to be.

“Sorry.”

“Why are you apologising? This is your space. I’m the one who doesn’t belong, and just came all over your dashboard,” Sirius laughed, but Remus had suddenly gone very pale. “What’s the matter?”

“I didn’t… The windows—”

“I thought you did that on purpose.”

Remus flushed a very deep shade of red.

“I’m very happy to learn I make you so horny you forget yourself,” Sirius said, kissing both of Remus’ flamed cheeks, before moving lower to his lips. Remus responded to the kiss eagerly enough, wrapping his arms around Sirius in what almost felt like a hug. He sat back down on Sirius’ seat, pulling him into his lap with him and then just… held him.

Remus was being so gentle with him, just like last night when he’d invited Sirius to his bed and they’d cuddled while falling asleep. The small kisses Remus planted all over his face now were so tender and didn’t make Sirius feel at all like he was being kissed with the intention of it leading to another round of sex, instead it was seemingly just because. It was a foreign feeling, but a welcome one. Sirius didn’t cuddle after sex. He just went for it and left, this wasn’t… This felt all kinds of right.

Remus pulled back too soon and scooped something off the floor. He held out the half-empty bottle of water Sirius had dug out earlier. “Here, I want you to drink something.”

The way Remus said it made Sirius instantly want to do anything Remus wanted. Keeping hydrated included.

He drank, suddenly very grateful for Remus since he’d apparently been on the verge of dying from thirst and hadn’t even noticed. When Remus took a drink, Sirius couldn’t look away from the way those lips wrapped around the mouth of the bottle, memories of how they’d stretched around his cock last night filling his mind. He watched Remus’ throat bob as he swallowed, a trickle of water escaping past his lips and rolling down his chin. He smiled at Sirius when he wiped it away, completely unbidden, which even surprised himself.

“Do you want something to eat? I have some… shelf-stable snacks hidden up there somewhere. Probably still good to eat.”

“You’re really selling it.”

“Sorry. They’re for emergencies, mostly. I usually just stop somewhere to eat if I get hungry.”

“I think I’ll pass. This doesn’t feel enough like an emergency to me.”

Remus laughed and tugged Sirius forward again, lips finding his. When he pulled away, they just looked at each other for a moment, Sirius taking the time to slowly count Remus’ freckles in his mind.

“You really are something, Sirius,” Remus breathed out, eyes shining with something Sirius couldn’t name. Adoration came to mind, but that didn’t seem like the right word.

“Hmm? And what would that be?”

“The most beautiful being I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.” Sirius smiled at the praise. “And so damn good for me.”

Shivers ran up Sirius’ spine, followed by Remus’ fingers, trailing lightly in a way that made Sirius’ skin burn despite the soft touch.

“And was this… what you wanted?” Remus asked, a hint of uncertainty seeping in his tone.

“Yes. It was… really fucking hot. All of it.” Not his best work, but at least it was sincere.

“Yeah?” Remus sounded so relieved Sirius wanted to shower him with compliments, tell him exactly how good he’d made him feel, like no one had ever before.

What was stopping him? “I love it when you praise me. When you pull my hair. When you bite me.” Remus’ smile was so bright Sirius almost felt bad kissing it away. “You’ve absolutely ruined sex for me forever. I’ll be thinking about this for weeks, actually. Months. The rest of my life.”

Sirius felt the smile widening against his lips, heard Remus muttering something incomprehensible but what seemed positive in response, but he couldn’t enjoy it fully when that all too familiar cold and sharp feeling suddenly settled to live in his lungs, actively trying to suffocate him from the inside. Here he was, being held by Remus currently and all he could think about was how much he was going to miss… all of this.

It was as if Remus sensed something wrong and he tugged Sirius closer, arms wrapping around him securely. He didn’t say anything, didn’t have to, just let Sirius hide his face against his neck for a moment, hands rubbing on his back.

“As much as I’d love for us to stay like this longer,” Remus said finally, after Sirius’ tenseness had dissipated, voice low in Sirius’ ear, as if he didn’t want to say it at all, “but it’s going to rain in a few hours and I don’t like driving in it.”

“Oh, naturally.” Sirius tried not to let his disappointment show on his face, but clearly failed because Remus kissed him again, stroking his face tenderly. He forced himself to smile, which turned genuine when Remus flipped them over, placing Sirius on the seat and buckling the belt for him before taking his own seat.

“How… long until we’re…?”

“A while. You can take a nap if you want to. If you feel like it.”

Sirius was happy Remus hadn’t seemed to interpret his question as eagerness to be rid of him. Though it should have been obvious how much he didn’t want that.

“I’m not sure I could sleep now.” Blood was still rushing in his ears, despite the calming little cuddle session Remus had with him. Sirius glanced at the bed, suddenly jealous of Padfoot, who seemingly hadn’t even noticed anything different. “How is the dog not bothered by all this sex in the cab?”

“I do wank a lot.”

Sirius choked on nothing at the easy way Remus admitted that.

Remus grinned and Sirius could see a glimpse of a mischievous man he hadn’t really anticipated. “It gets very lonely, you see.”

Again, Sirius had to bite his tongue to stop himself from offering to stay just so Remus didn’t have to have any more lonely wanking sessions in his cab. Wanking was a perfectly healthy activity. He leaned back, taking a moment to look at the passing scenery, the view a lot more comforting now, in the soft mid-morning sunlight and his current company.

Sirius must have actually dozed off when they fell into a silence again—comfortable this time—because he suddenly jerked awake when he felt the truck slowing again.

“I need to stop for fuel,” Remus explained. “Only for fuel.”

“I wasn’t even going to—”

Remus simply smirked at him as they pulled to a stop. He leaned over to give Sirius a long and deep kiss that made his insides ache with want, before hopping out.

Padfoot finally seemed to rouse from his slumber, but it only took one look to see Remus gone without him to go back to sleep.

“I suppose you infected me with your gift for sleeping,” Sirius told the dog, reaching over to pet him. He hadn’t slept through the whole night in months and who’d have guessed all he’d needed was a gentle older man to tire him out before bed for a good night’s sleep? And even though he had been woken up way earlier than usual, he hadn’t expected to be able to sleep upright in a moving truck like this.

When Remus returned, Sirius realised he’d paid for the fuel, their breakfast and Sirius had been drinking his water the whole time.

“Did you want… money, or something?” he blurted out before he could really stop himself.

Remus raised a brow and Sirius realised what it sounded like.

“I meant,” he tried backtracking, “for fuel or… the coffee…”

“Fuel’s covered. Perks of the job,” Remus said. “Breakfast was on me.”

“Oh. Thanks, then— Wait… This isn’t… illegal or something, is it?”

“It’s not exactly encouraged, but no one is going to care who I have in my cab with me. And it’s a bit too late to be asking something like that, don’t you think?”

Remus was actually teasing him back. He was perfect.

“Yeah, you’re right. Clearly something I should have worried about after the first time you made me come so hard I couldn’t see.”

Remus laughed. “It was getting a little boring here whilst you were sleeping.”

The scenery had changed when he’d slept, evidently. They had just left a petrol station so Sirius knew they were back somewhere with actual people instead of just sheep and horses he’d been spotting before this. Sirius wondered if they were near some bigger city and how long he had until he inevitably had to say goodbye. For now, he reminded himself. He just didn’t really know how to approach the subject of “I want to see you again after this” in any other way than vaguely joking about it.

Now that he wasn’t bone tired, the seat felt a little rough no matter how much he shifted his weight around. He’d already been a little sore from the night before—Remus’ cock was huge and Sirius liked it a little tight and painful—and now he could really feel the effects of getting dicked down two days in a row. Remus, of course, noticed as well.

“You’re squirming quite a bit,” he pointed out, smiling in a way that said ‘You brought this on yourself.’ Which Sirius had, he knew it and wasn’t complaining. “Is the seat uncomfortable? Not to your liking?” 

“I like the seat well enough.” He’d liked the seat more last night, when Remus had been the one sitting in it and Sirius had been on his lap, his cock buried deep inside him. To hopefully make himself a little more comfortable, Sirius lifted his feet on the dashboard, which lessened the pressure on his arse, but did nothing to stop his cock from stirring in interest again.

“No,” Remus said sharply. “Feet down.”

Sirius had forgotten how particular Remus was with safety in his truck. Sirius rode with his feet on the dash with James all the time and he never said anything.

“I didn’t… hurt you, did I?” Remus asked, brows furrowed as he tried to keep his eyes on the road and Sirius at the same time. It would have been comical if Remus hadn’t seemed genuinely worried.

“What? No! I told you that was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Sirius blushed, which he really wasn’t known to do. He was, in fact, known for his cool composure, his suave manner, and his sharp tongue. Remus was pulling out sides of him he hadn’t even known himself. “Which is why… It’s just that… uh… it’s making me hard. Again. The thought of you. I can’t stop thinking about it. Especially when I can still feel it like this.”

Remus laughed then, loud and boisterous. Sirius hadn’t thought the mild mannered man capable of such a thing. “Ah, the joys of youth.”

Sirius couldn’t bring himself to feel any more embarrassed and at least Remus seemed to find his youth funny rather than having it instigate any more self-doubt. But then Remus fell quiet again for a long time. So long it made Sirius a little nervous that he’d interpreted it all wrong.

“What… are you thinking about?” he heard himself asking, hating the insecure tone in his voice.

Remus glanced at him then, the same way he’d always had and it immediately made Sirius relax. Remus smiled and said, “You. And how I wish we didn’t have to keep going to reach home by the afternoon, or I’d stop again and help you with that.”

The sigh escaping from Sirius’ mouth was definitely one of relief, and judging from the gentle expression on Remus’ face, he’d heard it too.

“Do you think you could…?” Remus trailed off and made a vague gesture with his hand, but in that moment it said everything.

“You want me to… deal with this? Now?”

Remus nodded, sending a shy glance Sirius’ way, biting his lip, and Sirius wanted to say yes to everything he ever suggested.

“And you’re sure you won’t be too distracted and drive us off the road?” he let just an iota of teasing into his tone, watching intently as colour rose on Remus’ cheeks.

“I’ll be distracted for sure, but I’ll be careful.” 

“I’m a bad influence on you.”

“Definitely,” Remus agreed.

Sirius didn’t hesitate palming his cock through his trousers, definitely already sad it wasn’t Remus’ hand instead.

“Come on then,” Remus encouraged, his smile a lot more confident now. “Show me how you’re going to touch yourself when you think about us later.”

“Shit.” That got Sirius freeing his hardening cock for the second time this morning, sighing in relief when he didn’t have to keep waiting this time. He reached for the lube, still stashed in the dash, accidentally squirting way too much on his palm but unable to care. It was like he hadn’t come at all in days, he was suddenly so turned on again. He gave a few messy and fast pumps, focusing on remembering what Remus had done earlier, swiping his thumb over the head, a strangled moan escaping his lips.

“Slow down,” Remus said suddenly.

“What?”

“I don’t want you to rush.”

“Oh.” Oh. This was getting better than Sirius had even dared hope. “You want to… to tell me—?”

“If you’d like.”

“Yes. Oh, fuck, that’s so hot.” To share something this intimate with Remus, who’d asked for it in the first place and then this…

“Yeah?” There was a slight tremor in Remus’ tone, like he’d been afraid Sirius would react negatively.

Sirius nodded enthusiastically, hand still frozen in a tight grip on his cock, and waited.

“Keep going. Slowly,” Remus reminded him.

It was already torture, but having Remus telling him how he should be jerking off was almost as good as Remus doing it for him. Sirius couldn’t help but keep his eyes on Remus, tugging and twisting slowly, hating how soft his own palm felt.

“Good.” Remus swallowed hard, wrenching his gaze away.

Sirius revelled in the way Remus was clearly affected, having to focus on driving more than Sirius now that they were on a busier road and no longer driving around at an ungodly early hour. He let out a loud moan, despite it not feeling that good yet, almost laughing when Remus twitched his way before catching himself.

“I want to hear you,” Remus said. “Since I can’t watch.”

“You requested this,” Sirius pointed out, but accompanied it with the desired moan as he tightened his grip.

“Feels good?”

“Not as good as if it were you.” Sirius closed his eyes, conjured the mental image of Remus on his knees in front of him last night, the memory making him move faster until he remembered himself. “But I guess I’ll manage.”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

The promise had Sirius throwing his head back, already thinking of plenty of ways for Remus to do exactly that.

“You can pick up the pace. Tell me when you’re close.”

Sirius already was, which he declared by almost choking on his own spit as he whined when he touched the tender head of his cock. This whole situation was getting him more worked up than he thought he’d ever been and he knew he wasn’t going to last long, even if he’d usually been a lot faster and rougher with himself.

“Remus, I’m—”

“Can you wait?”

“Huh?”

“Just a moment.”

“No.”

“Try for me, sweetheart.”

“Definitely not if you call me that—”

The truck stopped and suddenly Remus was reaching over, nudging Sirius’ hand away and replacing it with his own. Stunned, Sirius couldn’t do anything but stare in shock as Remus made him come again, the noise that came out of him loud and abrasive.

“Oh, wow.” There was awe in Remus’ whisper as he kept his hand on Sirius until he was weakly pushing him away, a long whine the only thing he could muster anymore. Remus smirked at him, wiped his hand on his shirt and turned to drive again, the truck jerking ahead before running smoothly again.

“You absolute—” Sirius groaned when he realised what had happened. They had been stopped at a traffic light, which Remus had obviously seen coming and seized his moment. Sirius had corrupted this man.

“Was that too much?”

Sirius cleaned himself with the wipes for what was hopefully the last time he ever needed to, the action feeling oddly clinical after all… that. “It was perfect. But I need to… I want you to—” Touch me, hold me. The words wouldn’t come out, which was a good thing because it made Sirius feel excessively needy.

Remus held out his hand anyway—the same one he’d just had on Sirius’ cock seconds ago—and Sirius grabbed it immediately. Remus stroked Sirius’ knuckles softly, occasionally sending soft glances his way.

“Is this…” Remus cleared his throat after a moment. “Is this going to be a one night stand type of thing? Two… day stand? Why are you smiling?”

Oh, this absolutely awkward man. “You’re adorable.”

Remus, predictably, blushed.

But the words made Sirius pause, his heartbeat picking up. This definitely hadn’t been a one-time thing for him since last night and by asking, Remus was finally confirming that what he’d said after their first time hadn’t been just pillow talk. Sirius felt claimed by this man, and only yesterday the thought would have made him jump out the truck and take his chances running home through the fields. James would have had some choice words to him if he ever heard, which was why he definitely wouldn’t.

“Hmm,” he pretended to consider. Remus frowned immediately, worried. “I still haven’t had the chance to choke on your massive cock.”

The look Remus gave him could only be described as fond. It made Sirius’ heart jump into his throat.

“There are… a lot of things I want to do with you. To you,” Sirius continued, ignoring his heart’s attempts at killing him. “If you let me. I’m not done with you.”

“Good.” Remus pulled his hand back, to Sirius’ immediate disappointment, but was soon waving a phone in Sirius’ direction. “Your number, then. I’d like to have it.”

Sirius took the phone eagerly, tapped in his number and texted himself, so he’d have Remus’ number as well.

“You have forty-seven unread messages,” Sirius informed Remus when he handed him his phone back.

“Uhh, yeah,” Remus said, eyes flicking down as if to check if Sirius was exaggerating. “I’m not very good at checking them while on the road. Or… before. Ever, really. I like when people call me but for some reason that’s not cool anymore? Do you say cool? Hip?”

“You definitely can say cool.”

“Okay, not cool, then. Trendy?”

Sirius snorted. “You can say whatever you want.” And I’ll listen to all of it. Preferably something dirty, but by this point Sirius knew he loved everything that came out of that mouth.

Remus sent an odd look in Sirius’ direction. “Are you— I’m sorry, tell me if I’m overstepping, but are you going to be alright?”

The straight-forward question definitely caught Sirius by surprise. “Alright how?” There was defensiveness in his tone; he couldn’t help it.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s fine. What are you worried about?”

“What kind of a situation am I returning you to?”

The way Remus worded that gave Sirius free reign to choose exactly what he wanted to answer. The underlying assumption that things were wrong was still there, but he didn’t make guesses.

What kind… Lonely, for one. He’d go to James’ and stay for a while, probably. Take a few days and let James convince him to finally deal with all his recent issues. Mainly the texts from Regulus piling up. He’d just needed a little time away, and now that he’d had that—and meditation in the form of several orgasms—he felt better about the whole thing. And a little like he’d overreacted, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel bad about that when this had been the outcome.

Remus had already seen parts of him he didn’t show anyone, just by being himself, awkward and non-judgemental. And ridiculously hot.

“I’m just going home,” he finally said.

Remus nodded slowly. “You can call me anytime. Or text, if that’s what you prefer.”

“And you’d check those?”

“I’m a changed man.”

“I’ll choose to believe you.” Sirius desperately wanted to change the subject. “Would you like to hear me describe all the things I’ve fantasised about you during this short time we’ve known each other?”

“Would I be able to stop you?”

“Not really.”

“Then by all means. Tell me what I can look forward to.”