The Park:Scene 3: Lap Surprise!

[icelightning]

Warning: Sirry! =P

Harry woke up to find his lap had replaced the pillows cushioning Sirius's head and had no recollection of how exactly that had happened. Their hands were still linked, except that Sirius had thrown his other arm around Harry's waist. It couldn't be very comfortable for the older man but the scene made Harry smile anyways. Sirius was just making sure that Harry didn't go anywhere like he said he wouldn't. That still didn't answer how exactly the man's head had gotten into his lap, however.

For a while, he simply watched Sirius breathe. He had been terrified that Sirius was injured or worse when he first went missing. Now that Sirius was safe, Harry couldn't help but want to keep a watchful eye on the man. It was a natural reaction to nearly losing one of the most--if not the most--person in one's life, wasn't it?

Sirius stirred and turned a bit more against Harry, and the young man blushed when he could feel the other's hot breath through the thin cotton of his shirt--one of Dudley's old ones. Well, uhm... I guess I'll be able to tell if he wakes up pretty easily, then. If he doesn't die of embarrassment upon waking up.

Harry smoothed down Sirius's hair gently, amused by how Sirius seemed to melt in the touch. Exactly like a dog, even. Eventually the gentle contact made Sirius sigh happily, causing a part of Harry's shirt to flutter and press up against his skin for a few moments. He blushed again and coughed slightly in embarrassment. So maybe Sirius was more comfortable than he thought after all.

A glance at the clock across the room revealed that Lupin had missed his turn. Harry had been right about the man's exhaustion after all. It was probably for the best that Sirius was asleep at the moment, because otherwise Harry would've had the urge to comment on Lupin's lateness and Sirius would have never let the man live it down.

Then again, if Lupin caught them like this, he would never let Sirius live it down. In a way, it was better for all parties that Sirius and Remus were both sleeping like babies. Harry couldn't hide a snicker at that thought.

However, the slight movement from Harry seemed to have been noticed by the formerly breathing-rock-like Sirius, who stirred against Harry with a partial whimper. The man was still in pain, and Harry's heart ached painfully in concert. If only he could make the pain go away.

"Shh, go back to sleep, Sirius," Harry mumbled gently, running a hand through Sirius's hair--although he realized that was a mistake when his fingers became caught in the tangles.

"Owwww!" Sirius winced and squeezed his eyes tight, burying his face into Harry's shirt so that the fabric muffled his voice, "That hurt."

Harry half-froze, not exactly sure how to take the feel of Sirius's lips and mouth and nose against his stomach, and he was distinctly glad that Sirius could not see his reddened face, "I'm sorry. I didn't notice the tangles."

"I did," Sirius half-whined, finally letting go of Harry's hand so he could wrap both arms around the young man's waist in a pout. "And it hurt."

"You've said that already," Harry replied with a soft smile, patting Sirius's head with one hand and rubbing his back with the other. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Sore," Sirius stated after a few moments silence, "Throat doesn't hurt as much as before, though."

"Obviously," Harry laughed softly, his embarrassment slowly fading. "Because now it seems I can't get you to shut up."

His blush quickly returned when Sirius snorted in laughter against his stomach, "Put something in my mouth and I'll shut up."

In all his life, Harry had never gone so red. Sirius had probably meant something else than what he thought the man had meant--the result of dirty thoughts with the other man too close for comfort. Sirius, thankfully, didn't notice and continued speaking.

"I'm hungry," Sirius groused, glancing up to Harry with bleary eyes. "Make me a steak?"

It was Harry's turn to snort, and he was glad that the fire's embers had died down enough to hide the redness of his face, "Exactly where would I bet getting a steak at 3am in the morning?"

Sirius glanced at the clock and groaned sadly, "Damnit. Can't you just go out and kill a cow and drag it home?"

Harry snickered and shook his head, "No, no, no--I'd likely get arrested. And I don't know how exactly to tell which cow'll make a good steak by looking at it."

"Pff," Sirius made an annoyed sound, breathing out quickly with a pouty lower lip in such a way that it sent his bangs fluttering away from his face. "You're no fun."

"No, just cautious. And I'd probably poison you or something--I haven't cooked a steak in a while."

"You've cooked steak before?" Sirius asked hopefully, and when Harry nodded, Sirius grinned and teasingly rubbed his cheek up against Harry's stomach. "I'm in love!"

"Gah, Sirius!" Harry was bright red again. "I'm not that good of a cook." He however snickered when Sirius blew his hair out of his face in mock-disappointment.

"Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" Sirius asked with a smirk, then sent a puff of breath in Harry's directions that scattered the young man's bangs just like Sirius had done his own. "Ha!"

"You ass," Harry shot back, and Sirius grinned widely.

"Why, Harry, I've never heard you curse before," Sirius stated innocently, looking up at Harry with proud eyes. "I knew you had it in you, though."

"Asshole!" Harry shot back with a smirk, ruffling up Sirius's hair, which made the man squeek. "There."

"Asshole," Sirius groused, glaring at Harry's sparkling eyes and lopsided smirk. "Picking on the injured, you are."

"Oh, I haven't even begun to pick on you, yet," Harry replied sweetly, batting his eyelashes. "If I wanted to really pick on you, I'd pull that blanket right off your little naked self and take pictures of you in your birthday suit."

Sirius made a compulsive grab for the edges of the blanket with both hands, looking worried, "You wouldn't." He paused for a minute, then added in annoyance. "And what part of me is little, exactly?"

Harry grinned wickedly, "Guess."

"It isn't!" Sirius cried, looking stricken as he glanced under the blanket just to check--before settling Harry with a glare. "It's just as big as always."

"Maybe it shrinks when it's wet, then," Harry rubbed his chin thoughtfully, watching Sirius go a bright scarlet out of the corner of his eye. "No shower sex for you, I suppose."

"Brat," Sirius muttered, petulant, and he buried his face into Harry's stomach with a pout again, wrapping his arms around the young man's stomach. "It'll always be magnificent."

"I guess if you like wrinkles...." Harry teased, and Sirius looked up to glare at him.

"It doesn't have wrinkles!" Sirius replied hotly, frowning, before he pulled off the blankets just to prove it, pointing at it petulantly with his other hand. "See? No wrinkles! Wrinkle free! Pristine condition!"

"Sirius!" Harry cried, face redder than ever. "P-Put that thing away! You pervert!"

"And damn proud of it," Sirius grinned, pulling the blanket back over him and shifting so that he laid on his back and could stare up at Harry innocently. "Why didn't you want to look at it, Harry?" His smile turned evil and sly. "Is it because you've already gotten a good look at it and have memorized its unique beauty?"

Harry's jaw dropped and he found himself unable to reply, studdering incoherently--Sirius began laughing triumphantly, "I knew it, I knew it!"

"Pervert!" Harry growled, and Sirius's laughter stopped when he began jabbing the man in the stomach.

"Ow--Owowowowowowow!" Sirius whined, curling his legs up to his stomach and trying to wiggle away. "No--stop--A-A-Ahhhhh!"

*THUD*

It was Harry's turn to howl with triumphant laughter, doubling over and holding his stomach. Sirius had, in his effort to get away from what he saw as the jabs of death, rolled right off the couch and onto the floor in front of the fireplace. He glared at Harry through a curtain of messy black hair, pushing himself up on his palms. After a moment, he realized that the blanket had fallen off and gathered it up, throwing it back around his shoulders with a flush.

"Not funny!" Sirius accused, brushing his hair of his face with one hand while he used the other to push himself into a kneeling position on the floor. "That was mean!"

"Then shouldn't you be proud of me?" Harry teased back, bending over to pat Sirius on the head. "Don't worry, you poor mutt--I still love you."

"You'd better," Sirius grumbled, crawling back over to Harry--making sure the blanket stayed on him--and wrapping his arms around the boy's calves, resting his cheek against Harry's knees with a pout. "Or I'll cry."

Harry was smiling softly at the man, shaking his head as he began to work the tangles out of Sirius's hair gently. "I'd never want you to cry, Sirius."

"Mm," Sirius relaxed into the touch, his eyes sliding closed. "Good."

Amused, Harry lapsed into silence for a few minutes, simply working on the tangles in Sirius's hair--until he finally got annoyed with the sheer number of them, "Do you ever comb your hair?"

Sirius didn't bother to open his eyes, instead replying with an imperceptible shake of his head, which made Harry sigh softly, "I suppose me ruffling it up didn't help it either. You should comb your hair more, if even just for me."

"Mmm," Sirius stirred a little, then opened his eyes and tilted his chin up a little to look at Harry. "Would that make you very happy?"

"Yes," Harry replied, and Sirius slid his eyes closed again, letting Harry quietly run all the knots out of his hair until the young man spoke again, "Really, Sirius, you're like a dog. You like getting pampered, don't you?"

"Doesn't everyone?" Sirius replied quietly, sounding slightly embarrassed.

"Of course they do," Harry answered reassuringly, finished with taking all the knots out and now simply running his hands through Sirius's hair for the pleasure of it. "It's just that you're more blatantly obvious about it than most. Like... a dog, for instance."

Sirius smirked wickedly at that and opened his eyes to look at Harry's amused eyes, "Like a dog, am I?"

"Yup!" Harry confirmed cheerfully, smiling. "Just like a dog."

"Oh, I'll show you how much 'just like a dog' I am," with that, Sirius was gone, replaced by Padfoot--who leapt onto the couch, abandoning the blanket which fell to the floor, and pinned Harry onto it with a single swift movement.

"Sirius, no--what are you--GAH!--" Sirius had started licking Harry vigorously in the face, making the younger man try to turn his head away, kicking out compulsively. "--Stop it, you dumb mutt--"

After a few more good licks (a couple in Harry's ears and the little hairs at the back of his neck), Sirius returned in place of Padfoot, crouching over Harry with a wicked grin, "Make me."

With Sirius's hands on his shoulders where his paws had been, and Sirius's knees tight around his hips, Harry forgot how to breath. The man's face was only centimeters from his, and he could feel that hot breath gently teasing his lips with an invisible kiss. Harry could only feel his eyes widen, his pants tighten, and his heart beating irregularly and painfully against his chest. It didn't help that Sirius was naked, either--although the man was probably so used to wearing close when he became Padfoot that he had forgotten.

"Sirius, I..." Harry gulped, his face flushed, and all his eyes could see were Sirius's eyes as the man bent closer to him curiously.

"Well?" Sirius asked, breathing into Harry's open mouth without realizing it, raising an eyebrow quizzically at Harry. "Aren't you going to--MMPH!"

Their lips met as Harry grabbed a handful of Sirius's hair and pulled him down. Sirius's eyes went wide, and he finally realized that he wasn't wearing a thing. Remembering further how thin and horrible his body was, Sirius broke off and practically fell off the couch, throwing the blanket around himself, his face red.

"Sirius?" Harry was bending over the side of the couch, looking at Sirius in worry. "Did I--?"

"--N-No, it's okay," Sirius mumbled, staring down at his too-thin knees that he hadn't managed to quite cover with the blanket. "My chest, I don't--"

Harry's eyes softened and his head was gone, as he shifted so that he could slide off the couch and onto his knees next to Sirius, "Shh, just calm down. It'll get better. We're going to fatten you up, remember?"

A small smile flitted across Sirius's stricken face, "It... I guess. Harry, I--"

"Shhh," Harry reached up and gently ran a hand through Sirius's long hair, smiling softly when the man leaned into the touch. "It'll be okay. When you smile, I can see the man you used to be--and the man you can become again."

"Harry--I--" Sirius looked scared. "I'll never be that man again. Maybe I'll gain wait, and fill out, but I'll never be--"

"--No," Harry breathed, and his eyes softened as Sirius quickly looked away with a wince--only for Harry to gently make him look back with the hand still in his hair. "You'll be more wonderful than ever before."

Sirius stared, unable to believe, refusing to believe, but at the same time Harry could see hope in his overbright eyes where there had been none before--hope that made Sirius croak out weakly, "Really?"

Harry was leaning closer to Sirius, too close, right there-- "Yes, really."

And then they were kissing again, and this time Sirius returned Harry's passion with a passion--although a slightly exhausted one--of his own. Sirius had closed his eyes, and Harry watched him as the man began to break down, the tears of an once-lost-but-now-found child gripping at his eyelashes. Harry let Sirius slowly lower him to the floor, eyes softening as the man cried into his mouth, and ran his hands through the man's hair in reassurance as Sirius's body shook with barely-contained sobs. Eventually, he gave up all pretense and found himself burying his face into the younger man's neck, kissing it--cherishing it--whenever he gained enough control over his tears to do so.

Both of them knew that Sirius's health was a work-in-progress. Both knew that it could be years before the man was fully healthy again. Both of them knew that it might never happen--there were too many ifs, too many obstacles, and too many enemies to know if both would still be alive to cherish that day together.

And yet neither of them cared--not now, not ever, not for the rest of their lives.


And a very fitting random song. And it ends~ Sorry, that's it. No more. Enjoy? Oh, and Danny--you don't wanna read this, rofl. Run away and hide in a corner or you'll be scarred for life.

Comments

[elanastar.livejournal.com]

Oh my God... the ending was so bittersweet, sad, and beautiful... it was wonderful.

*smiles*

[danin-adc.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I totally didn't read that. I just read the blurbs you left in the cuts and I wanted to remind you that I find your impied buttsecksing to be horribly traumatic. Also fanfiction is the devil.

Freaky weird fangirl.

[danin-adc.livejournal.com]

Implied. I meant implied.

Damnit.

[icelightning.livejournal.com]

Impied! Impied! Is that a state of having an ingrown pie? *Yes, knows you have fixed it, but makes fun of it anyways*