Reacquaintance: Remus/Sirius [Smut]

Synopsis: Things haven't been the same between them since Sirius' return from Azkaban. Remus wants to clear that up.

Ever since Sirius had returned, Remus noticed a sort of barrier between them. He couldn't tell exactly what it was, but he knew it was getting in the way of rekindling their relationship. They were currently sitting just inside the Three Broomsticks Inn, Remus working on a plate of eggs and sausage while Sirius had some pumpkin juice and a cigarette.

"I just--" Sirius was in the middle of arguing.

"You slept with someone didn't you?"

Sirius balked. "No! I-"

"When?"

"...About two weeks ago." Remus sighed, and Sirius threw up his arms. "What?! I've been starving for a good shag since Azkaban, and she was gorgeous, like--" the animagus was momentarily distracted by a passing barmaid.

"Like that one?" Remus sighed, looking back down to his food. Sirius groaned.

"The engine's been revved for years, there's no stopping it, you see. But her breasts were right up there-- I mean right up in my face, and then she just grabbed me like it was the last thing she would do--"

"Spare me the details, kindly," Remus muttered, and rubbed his temples, dropping his fork. "I understand. Sirius, I do. I get it. But you know... you could have simply asked me."

Sirius suddenly looked nervous, pattering one hand against his mug. Remus knew this look-- this was the "I'm Finally Going To Confess To My Feelings" look.

"Mooney, I..." Sirius began, "I wanted to, but--"

"But what?" Remus turned fully, snapping at the shorter man, "But it just isn't there any more?" Sure, it was dramatic, but if Sirius got to be dramatic all the bloody time, Remus could for once as well.

Sirius looked almost heartbroken, though. "No! Moons... Remus, I spent every day in that little room, thinking of your eyes, of your smile, of you. It's the only thing that got me through-- that, and Harry. It's just..." His gaze fell down. "It's been 12 years. The last time we dropped our trousers for each other, we were still in school."

Remus' expression softened, and he thought about this. It had been over a decade since they had last slept together, and while they used to go at it at least three times a day, (Sirius' stamina was incredibly impressive), Remus could understand his old partner's insecurities. He had some of his own, of course-- he had kept himself in good shape, but 12 years later, there were sure to be some differences, right? As he thought of the two of them now, vividly pictured in his mind trying to act like their 25-year-old selves in the bedroom, he began to laugh, stealing Sirius' cigarette and taking a drag himself.

"Yes, you're right. It might be a tad awkward." Sirius smiled in relief, smile warm.

"Exactly, exactly! I didn't know if everything would be the same, and I was... well, quite frightened, to be honest."

Remus recovered from his coughing fit-- smoking again was a bad decision. "Frightened of what?"

And there was that vulnerable look again.