Prompt phrase was - "Kiss me."
Prompt pairing was - WolfStar

The first bottle of firewhiskey barely lasted the four boys, I mean men, an hour. The second bottle did last an hour. By then, they were properly tipsy. But being properly tipsy was never enough for these four boys.

I mean men.

James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew were on the Potter grounds, drinking away the night. It was a week or so before they were to return to Hogwarts. They had gotten Sirius to buy some firewhiskey. Which was easy for him. His charming words and unassuming smile was enough to have the cute bartender overlook that frivolous thing called age. Now deep into their third bottle, James was on his way, supporting Peter's frame, back towards his house so the blond boy could sleep it off.

That left Remus and Sirius to sit on the cooling ground in the late August summer sky. They were passing the bottle back and forth, looking up towards the reds, oranges and yellows. There was a light strip of pink forming that told of the sun setting faster. Soon, it would all be pink and everything would be glowing.

"On a Sirius note, Remus." the sideways look from the grey eyed man was telling in that he was making a joke, "Who do you fancy? Who do you see yourself dating this year?"

A small shrug was the only answer that Sirius was awarded. He huffed with indignation.

"Fine. I'll not tell you who I have my eye on then." Sirius said, his voice prim before he took a swig of the burning liquid.

"I just don't want you to meddle, Pads. You meddle and I look like a fool." Remus took a light hold on the neck of the bottle, "I'd rather not look like a fool this year. Let's break that tradition this year."

"But, Moony, where is the fun in all that?" a glint reflected the red in the sky in Sirius' eye. Remus could almost groan at how beautiful his best friend looked.

The red had caught his skin. He looked like some kind of Red God from Aztec drawings. His sharp features softened in the thinning light. And his eyes were glazed and dark from the liquor. It was just so appetizing for the young werewolf. And he so desperately wished he could lick the welcoming skin at the Animagus' neck.

"No fun this year." Remus replied before he brought the bottle to his lips and took a long pull from it to quell the beating of his heart.

"Kiss me." Sirius whispered. It was so light, that Remus set the bottle down and looked over at his friend. He needed to be sure he had heard right. He needed it to be real.

"Wha-what?" Remus stuttered.

"Kiss me, you fool." Sirius replied with a light, teasing smirk.

This time, Remus did hear it and he didn't hesitate.

It was probably the amount of alcohol they had consumed. This was probably just a drunken mistake. This was going to be the death of their friendship. But this is what he wanted and he was going to selfishly take it. He was going to act on pure instinct this one time.

Because Remus needed this.

And this was gentle, sweet and better than any girl he had ever kissed. The burning of the firewhiskey still on Sirius' tongue was tantalizing. It pulled a small, breathy groan from Remus' throat as he deepened the kiss. And Sirius responded by placing his palms on either side of Remus' face, to hold him there until he was done ravaging his mouth with his tongue.

When they broke apart for air, their breathe mingled and danced around their faces. Eyes were locked on one another, pupils blown wide. Lips were red and cheeks were dark pink.

"I won't make a fool of you this year, my Moony." Sirius whispered before pecking him on the corner of the mouth and retreating.

Remus could not have been happier.