"D-do I have to phone my mum again?" Remus stuttered, playing with Sirius' fingers absentmindedly. They were sitting in the back of the car now getting ready for a steamy make out session, just kidding, Remus was still very a violent shade of fuchsia and couldn't form his sentences properly. I mean, he did just kiss a bloke for the first time when he wasn't drunk so hey, don't expect too much from him.
"You could, but you know you'd be an adorable stuttering mess. Why do feel you have to anyway?" Sirius asked. Now, Sirius was very touchy feely, and very small, he hates this word, mind you, crushes may or may not drive him wild. So if the person just kissed him, he'd be a bit loopy.
"I just kissed a guy and liked it. My mum's been talking about this girl Ella, and she's like nineteen and really annoying. Well, she's not, I just don't like her became she flirts a lot."
"Well, how dare she." Sirius snuggled closer to Remus, not really bothering to stress to much. Sirius' heart sunk a little bit, but he couldn't put his finger on why. Oh. He forgot. He just kissed Remus and nothing more. Fuck. That was disappointing.
"Mmm." Remus couldn't be bothered to use his words anymore, especially since they'd be coming out all jumbled
"I would be calling James, telling him I kissed a handsome, my type of guy, but I'd really need to see his face for that. Even more so if I told him it was you, so I'll keep it a secret for a bit. FaceTime won't do its justice either, so that's not an option" Sirius thought it be funny to keep it quiet too, because who wouldn't like to see mother hen crying over his daughter's new found kiss?
"I don't want to see my mum's face when I tell her." Remus mumbled, looking down on to the black rubber mat on the floor. Sirius lifted his head and cocked it to the side at Remus, much like a confused puppy.
"Am I that much of a bad person to you?" He joked, smiling softly.
"No! No, no. I just... I think she'll be upset. That I kissed a boy. " Remus' first no was quick and loud, he was afraid that Sirius was actually offended.
"Tell her it was a crackin' boy with long hair, if she's a bit confused. I don't think she'll be upset though. This is Hope Lupin, we're talking about. The woman who has a genius for son, a talented human in every aspect of life a son; it'd be pretty damn hard to be ashamed of you. She's nice too, I made her chocolate chip cookies once because she looked sad. I probably used salt instead of sugar, but she cried and gave me a hug. Remember? You had some too, except I made them double chocolate. When I told Mrs Potter about it, she said the girl that I'd marry would be very lucky, I cringed so hard and felt like I'd upset her if I told her who I was, but I had no idea she would correct herself and say boy. I thought James told her, but she said the way I look at boys' arses was a bit obvious." Sirius smiled at the encounter.
"I feel like I was the last person on planet earth to know that you were gay and it's funny because I fucking live with you" Remus smiled out of the corner of his lips.
"Peter only knows because he walked in on me having sex with Benjy Fenwick in a sports equipment closet when we were 16. He promised me he wouldn't tell a soul. I'm a hundred and ten percent certain that I told you I like dick many times when we were intoxicated, but in the morning, we forget everything."
"I bet when you were at that gay bar, you did have sex, you were just too 'intoxicated' to remember." Remus jutted out his chin, purposely trying to annoy Sirius.
"Or maybe I wasn't. The bathrooms in that place were made for quickies."
"So, you lied to me an you said you don't have sex because you couldn't find the right one?"
"... It's embarrassing and I only did it when I first went there, and needed to put my sexual needs to rest. Now can we stop talking about sex? I can still ask you about all your female hook ups." Sirius burst emotionally, trying to redeem himself from sounding like a complete liar.
"Sure, but I'm not so sure I can trust you anymore." Remus said, looking at his nails intensely. He could practically hear Sirius' heart race with fear, and he swallowed the smile that was coming became he had no idea he had such an effect on him. The pity was buried deep down, settling near his hips but still poking at his sides.
"Wait, wait, yes you can! I won't lie to you, it's just... Why are you smiling? Why are you laughing? Oh. You little bitch."
"Shut up. It's cute, you being like that, if you ask me." Remus pressed a soft kiss to Sirius' smooth lips. It was probably the fifth time during the three hours after their first one, which slowly evolved in to a kiss ridden with passion. Remus knew he was gay. Not bi. Not pan. Not demi. Literally just gay. It sort of clicked for him. It was boys that made him feel the way romance is supposed to feel. He'd ask James how it felt to be in love, and after the first to comments being quite immature, he said it felt like completion. He must've sensed Remus' impatience, and he knew he was being really fucking serious, because Remus was rarely ever impatient.
"I thought I was the hot half, and you were the cute one, who's still very hot, in my opinion." Sirius made the last bit just audible for Remus to strain his ears to hear, and it made his... What was Remus to Sirius now? They weren't at boyfriend level yet, because neither had grown the balls to ask the other out, so they weren't that. They were not just best friends anymore, because best friends do not just flirt with each other like that. So perhaps they were just... Lovers in the making. Yes, we'll go with that. Anyway, Sirius' lover in the making was blushing once more.
"Should I be blown away by your flirting skills? Because blowing involves air and if you blow something hot it turns back to an average temperature. Hahahaha, I'm hilarious. And average. Or maybe even below."
Sirius had a completely straight face on.
"If your average or below, then I'm not God level."

hey, what's up you guys, yes. i'm back with another gay as fuck chapter.
lol, this is what happens when you watch too much shane. let's be real though, shane's conspiracy theories are hands down, the best thing to watch when it's 3am, aka the witching hour, and it's dark and your home alone. you can just feel the chill running up your spine as you can feel the eyes staring at the back of your head, knife dripping with blood as its spotted its next victim. you.
yes, i'm a creepy ass bitch who, when not writing this book, creates odd scary stories in her head because she's bored.
and a pyscho.
but we don't talk about that.
you only see it in your nightmares.

ok, wtf. i'm sorry, i just like scaring people. and by people i mean my 'friends' who are wimps. ngl, it was fun writing that little segment because i'm a freak. it wasn't even scary, just funny and sarcastic. whelp. somebody send me to an asylum. why am i even writing so much? you're probably really annoyed if you're reading the and want me to end it. fine. i will.
see you next millennium.