Pixie Dust

Sirius’ head snapped up to look at his friend just in time to see the other boy sit up and pull his t-shirt up over his head, tossing it aside and stretching his arms up, making his well toned muscles in his chest and abdomen flex. Sirius was mildly aware that he was staring at James in a way he hadn’t stared at his best friend since he was fourteen and coming to terms with the fact that he liked boys. He had had a tiny bit of a crush on James back then. Sirius had reasoned with himself at the time that it was only natural. He and James were closer than anyone he had ever known and they were on the Quidditch team and, well, one too many showers together being unable to stop himself from looking at his friend’s very attractive body was what had really solidified in Sirius’ mind that he had no interest in girls at all.
He had never told James about it. It had been such a fleeting little infatuation that it had hardly mattered and not too long after that he realized that while James was obviously very good looking, his feelings for him were nothing like the pounding in his chest that happened when Remus smiled at him.
But the pixie dust was really stirring up some of those old, crushy feelings.