Singing in the Shower
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rynneWooo, another drabble/fic done! 845 words this time, also unbeta'd, and entirely amusing to write. Even evil taxes make a cameo! :p
There was one thing that not many people knew about Sirius, and that was that he sang in the shower. And he wasn’t very good at it. He sounded far more like a drowning cat than anything else, though of course Remus never said that where Sirius could overhear him.
Before the utter disaster of 1981, Sirius could be expected to sing Elton John, the Monkees, the Beatles—all Muggle bands, of course, but Sirius always said that Muggle music kicked wizarding soundly in the hindquarters.
When Remus found out that Sirius was innocent a year ago, and when they moved into Grimmauld Place together, Remus silently thanked whatever gods existed that Sirius had missed the eighties. He didn’t think he could survive hearing Duran Duran, or some of the later Bowie songs, being mutilated.
Unfortunately, the world did not cater to Remus Lupin’s whims, and somewhere along the line Sirius had found an old DiVinyls album, and listened to it. Remus suspected Mundungus Fletcher had given it to him—only Dung would be that perverse. Or would find Sirius’s caterwauling amusing.
“…I don’t want anybody else, when I think about you I touch myself…”
Remus winced, and absentmindedly pushed up his reading glasses. How had Sirius gotten so loud that Remus could hear him from the study?
“…when you’re around, I’m always laughing, I wanna make you mine!”
Remus couldn’t concentrate anymore. Not that figuring out his taxes was fun under ordinary circumstances, but it was certainly worse under conditions like these. And there was only one way to shut Sirius up. Well. Only one good way, at least.
And to make matters worse, on his way upstairs, Remus tripped over Crookshanks. The cat yowled at him and gave him a dirty glare, and Remus sighed. This was why Crookshanks liked Sirius better than him. They had something in common—they sounded practically the same when trying to sing. Remus was obviously not feeling charitable at the moment.
Shoving down his irritation, Remus raised his hand to tap on the bathroom door, and hesitated. What was he going to say, exactly? ‘Sirius, please shut up. I’m trying to do taxes and don’t need to hear you sounding like a drowning cat in there’? Certainly not. ‘Sirius, shut the fuck up because I’m not in a good mood and your pathetic attempts at singing eighties songs don’t help’? Possibly satisfying, but definitely not. ‘Sirius—’
“Moony, I can smell you standing outside the door. You can come on in, if you like,” Sirius called above the water. He even managed to sound slightly lascivious. Remus never knew how Sirius could manage to go from drowning cat to seductive wizard, but he’d long ago given up trying to figure it out. It just happened, and it was Good.
So Remus pushed the door open and was immediately gifted with the sight of Sirius naked and grinning at him, and, most blessed of all, not singing. The steam wasn’t even covering up the most important bits, and Remus couldn’t help a good long appreciative glance.
Sirius leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, drawling, “See something you like?”
Remus rolled his eyes. “Sirius, that’s only one of the most overused lines in…anything,” he pointed out. Then grinned. “But yes, in fact, I do see something I like.” His eyes lingered for a moment on Sirius’s groin, and when he looked up again, he saw Sirius licking his lips.
“Done with taxes?” Sirius asked, a bit smug. Well of course, Sirius didn’t have to do taxes. Escaped felons on the run generally didn’t. Damn him.
“Don’t remind me,” Remus replied tiredly, rubbing his forehead. “But it’s about time for a break, I think.” He smiled, and raised an eyebrow.
“Well,” Sirius said, “if you’re going to take a shower with me, you should at least take off your clothes. After all, we wouldn’t want your nice robes to get wet, would we?” They weren’t nice robes, but that didn’t really matter. And in any case, taking them off was a good idea. A very good idea. Mmm, showering with Sirius…being able to stop him singing…
Remus shucked off his clothes, and was just about to step into the shower when Sirius reached out and plucked his reading glasses from his face. “Wouldn’t want these to get all wet, would you?” he asked wryly, and set them on the counter by the sink. Remus smiled.
“I don’t want anybody else,” Sirius started singing again, but Remus put a hand on his chest to stop him. Worked remarkably well, especially when he let the hand drift down towards Sirius’s groin. Remus leaned forward and nipped him lightly on the ear.
“There’s one rule,” Remus breathed, “if you want me to shower with you.”
“Oh?” Sirius said, his breath quickening. “And what’s that?”
Remus kissed his way down Sirius’s neck and felt his lover’s body start to tremble. He kissed around Sirius’s chest and ran his fingers up and down Sirius’s back and shoulders. Then he stepped back.
“No singing.”
There was one thing that not many people knew about Sirius, and that was that he sang in the shower. And he wasn’t very good at it. He sounded far more like a drowning cat than anything else, though of course Remus never said that where Sirius could overhear him.
Before the utter disaster of 1981, Sirius could be expected to sing Elton John, the Monkees, the Beatles—all Muggle bands, of course, but Sirius always said that Muggle music kicked wizarding soundly in the hindquarters.
When Remus found out that Sirius was innocent a year ago, and when they moved into Grimmauld Place together, Remus silently thanked whatever gods existed that Sirius had missed the eighties. He didn’t think he could survive hearing Duran Duran, or some of the later Bowie songs, being mutilated.
Unfortunately, the world did not cater to Remus Lupin’s whims, and somewhere along the line Sirius had found an old DiVinyls album, and listened to it. Remus suspected Mundungus Fletcher had given it to him—only Dung would be that perverse. Or would find Sirius’s caterwauling amusing.
“…I don’t want anybody else, when I think about you I touch myself…”
Remus winced, and absentmindedly pushed up his reading glasses. How had Sirius gotten so loud that Remus could hear him from the study?
“…when you’re around, I’m always laughing, I wanna make you mine!”
Remus couldn’t concentrate anymore. Not that figuring out his taxes was fun under ordinary circumstances, but it was certainly worse under conditions like these. And there was only one way to shut Sirius up. Well. Only one good way, at least.
And to make matters worse, on his way upstairs, Remus tripped over Crookshanks. The cat yowled at him and gave him a dirty glare, and Remus sighed. This was why Crookshanks liked Sirius better than him. They had something in common—they sounded practically the same when trying to sing. Remus was obviously not feeling charitable at the moment.
Shoving down his irritation, Remus raised his hand to tap on the bathroom door, and hesitated. What was he going to say, exactly? ‘Sirius, please shut up. I’m trying to do taxes and don’t need to hear you sounding like a drowning cat in there’? Certainly not. ‘Sirius, shut the fuck up because I’m not in a good mood and your pathetic attempts at singing eighties songs don’t help’? Possibly satisfying, but definitely not. ‘Sirius—’
“Moony, I can smell you standing outside the door. You can come on in, if you like,” Sirius called above the water. He even managed to sound slightly lascivious. Remus never knew how Sirius could manage to go from drowning cat to seductive wizard, but he’d long ago given up trying to figure it out. It just happened, and it was Good.
So Remus pushed the door open and was immediately gifted with the sight of Sirius naked and grinning at him, and, most blessed of all, not singing. The steam wasn’t even covering up the most important bits, and Remus couldn’t help a good long appreciative glance.
Sirius leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, drawling, “See something you like?”
Remus rolled his eyes. “Sirius, that’s only one of the most overused lines in…anything,” he pointed out. Then grinned. “But yes, in fact, I do see something I like.” His eyes lingered for a moment on Sirius’s groin, and when he looked up again, he saw Sirius licking his lips.
“Done with taxes?” Sirius asked, a bit smug. Well of course, Sirius didn’t have to do taxes. Escaped felons on the run generally didn’t. Damn him.
“Don’t remind me,” Remus replied tiredly, rubbing his forehead. “But it’s about time for a break, I think.” He smiled, and raised an eyebrow.
“Well,” Sirius said, “if you’re going to take a shower with me, you should at least take off your clothes. After all, we wouldn’t want your nice robes to get wet, would we?” They weren’t nice robes, but that didn’t really matter. And in any case, taking them off was a good idea. A very good idea. Mmm, showering with Sirius…being able to stop him singing…
Remus shucked off his clothes, and was just about to step into the shower when Sirius reached out and plucked his reading glasses from his face. “Wouldn’t want these to get all wet, would you?” he asked wryly, and set them on the counter by the sink. Remus smiled.
“I don’t want anybody else,” Sirius started singing again, but Remus put a hand on his chest to stop him. Worked remarkably well, especially when he let the hand drift down towards Sirius’s groin. Remus leaned forward and nipped him lightly on the ear.
“There’s one rule,” Remus breathed, “if you want me to shower with you.”
“Oh?” Sirius said, his breath quickening. “And what’s that?”
Remus kissed his way down Sirius’s neck and felt his lover’s body start to tremble. He kissed around Sirius’s chest and ran his fingers up and down Sirius’s back and shoulders. Then he stepped back.
“No singing.”
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Date: 2004-04-14 12:06 am (UTC)Any chance you could up the rating a tad? ;)
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Date: 2004-04-14 06:45 am (UTC)Nothing like good puppy-smut to read while eating breakfast. PB&J, orange juice and sex between fictional characters. My day is looking up.
~EnchantedOnyx
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Date: 2004-04-14 05:29 am (UTC)*tugs at pants leg*
me likes, me wants more. u.u
(All thought I always imagined Sirius to be a good singer ^-^; I liked this very muchly! Funny and sweet.)
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Date: 2004-04-14 08:44 am (UTC)Hee, favorite part...though the ending was very nice, too. And tame. *stares* You KNOW you want to write a sequel. Don't you? Huh? Huh?
I liked it, though. Glasses, yea!
And poor tone-deaf Sirius. I always considered him to be a bad singer.
Wonderful job, man.
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Date: 2004-04-14 10:44 am (UTC)I love this bit:
Remus never knew how Sirius could manage to go from drowning cat to seductive wizard, but he’d long ago given up trying to figure it out. It just happened, and it was Good.
Thanks!
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Date: 2004-04-14 01:36 pm (UTC)Cookies for you I say.
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Date: 2004-04-29 12:35 am (UTC)I worship your work.