Title: Are We Not Men?
Word Count: 1,536
Summary: Sirius has some doubts the morning of graduation. Remus sits, smokes, and speaks with him.
Warnings: smoking, mentions of rim jobs and blow jobs
A/N: Over 28k into my rsbigbang (yeah, seriously: What. The. Fuck.), so wanted to take a break from that and my Torchwood series for a little one-shot. Went to my prompt list, and saw this little guy on there. Enjoy. (Bonus fact: the jumper Remus is wearing in this fic is stolen the one in epithalamium 's art for me ^.^)
( So... are we adults now? Grown men? )