|Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven,|
@ 2008-12-15 18:56:00
|Entry tags:||coauthor: emiime, hp fic better the instruction, hp fic remus/sam|
HP fic: Better the Instruction (20/22) [Remus/Sam, adult]
Title: Better the Instruction (20/22)
Authors: celandineb and emiime
Chapter pairings: Remus/Sam; references to Teddy/Andrew, Remus/Sirius.
Chapter rating: adult
Chapter length: ~7100 words
Warnings: Blow jobs, rimming, dirty talk, anal sex, semi-public sex.
Summary: Sam takes Remus shopping.
Note: AU (Remus survived the war). See here for complete story header with all pairings/warnings. Also here.
"Would you like to go to the south of France with me next month?" was the unexpected, and muffled, question out of Sam's mouth as he pulled his jumper off over his head.
Remus was spending Saturday night at Sam's flat. They'd gone out to see a Muggle film in a cinema that showed only older films; Sam had quite enjoyed it, but Remus identified a little too closely with the young teacher whose student tried to seduce him to be entirely comfortable.
"When exactly?" Remus hedged.
"I was thinking the next to last or last week of February. No full moon then," said Sam with a grin. "See, I checked."
"What brings this on?" asked Remus, climbing into bed beside Sam and brushing one greying lock back from where it was falling across Sam's face. "Do you have a meeting there or something?"
"No, I just want to take a holiday with you." Sam pressed his cold nose against Remus's cheek, making Remus shiver partly from the mere feel of it, and partly because Sirius had used to do exactly the same thing, both in human form and as Padfoot. "My treat. I want to go somewhere warmer for a bit, but I don't want to go by myself, so you'd be doing me a favour."
He had just neatly undercut Remus's first objection. Not that he couldn't afford a holiday if he wanted one, but it always seemed wasteful to go somewhere extravagant. Teddy might be out of Hogwarts but Remus wasn't accustomed to the extra money yet, and it wasn't really that much since Teddy's grandmother Andromeda had always helped to pay his school expenses.
"I'll have to see if I can get the time off," he said. "Usually we're supposed to put in for holidays further in advance than this, but February's not all that busy a time at the bookshop."
"Good." His nose now warm, Sam kissed Remus's cheek, and then his lips travelled over to find Remus's own. "It might even be warm enough for some sea-bathing."
"Mm." Remus kissed Sam back, thinking that if he was supposed to wear swim trunks in February, even in southern France, he'd need to practise up on his warming charms and perhaps one to disguise his scars as well. He didn't enjoy being stared at and whispered about. He thought about the dates; the eleventh was the next full moon, and that was a Saturday. If he was going to go away with Sam for a week or so, it would be good to have the last lesson with Teddy before then... which meant next weekend.
"If we ever leave our room, that is," Sam amended, licking a stripe up Remus's neck.
Remus laughed and swatted Sam away. "I've a feeling we're both a little too old for that," he said, "and besides, I haven't been away in ages. I'm going to make you take me out for a proper fancy dinner." He wasn't completely comfortable demanding such things, but he knew that Sam liked it when Remus allowed Sam to take care of him. And Remus would probably rather have eaten all their meals in corner brasseries, but it had been a while--well, since the afternoon of the Portree game--since Remus had been to a fancy restaurant.
"Bloody right I will," replied Sam, curling his body against Remus's. "And then you can pay me back... later." He licked Remus's neck again.
"Bloody right I will," mimicked Remus, turning over to kiss Sam. "Seriously, Sam, this means a lot to me."
"I love you," Sam said simply, and Remus repeated Sam's words again, though his throat was thick as he did so.
"So very much," he added, and they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
In the morning, Remus's first thought was of Teddy, though Sam was beside him, warm and sprawled and snoring. In between the thoughts of holiday and the I Love Yous, he'd forgotten to tell Sam that he'd be spending the upcoming weekend with Teddy. No matter--he could tell Sam over breakfast.
But first, he had to wake Sam up.
And Remus had a good idea of how to do just that.
He eased the covers from Sam's sleeping form, exposing Sam's morning erection trapped beneath another pair of pants he'd borrowed from Remus's drawer, then lifted the t-shirt Sam wore and kissed his belly.
"Morning," he murmured, and Sam groaned and shifted in his sleep. Remus kissed his belly again, then moved further south to lay a trail of kisses along the band of the borrowed pants.
"These are mine, you know," said Remus with a smile, loving the casual intimacy of the fact. He eased the pants down, and from the sounds Sam was now making, Remus could tell that Sam was slowly drifting towards the surface of wakefulness.
"I think you should give them back," he added, carefully tugging them further down Sam's thighs and nuzzling at the newly-exposed flesh.
Still half-asleep, Sam stretched and moved, mumbling something incomprehensible.
"If you don't, I won't be able to wash them so you can borrow them again," Remus whispered into the damp curls. "And that would be a shame, wouldn't it?"
His fingers grazed Sam's bollocks, cupping around the warm weight of them, and he pressed his lips against the spot where they joined Sam's prick, tasting the salt and musk of Sam's skin.
Sam groaned again, louder, and murmured, "Remus?"
In reply, Remus licked a broad wet stripe from the base of Sam's cock to the tip, where droplets were already oozing from the slit, then closed his mouth around the head and suckled gently, his tongue sliding across the ridge of foreskin just below.
"God, Remus." Sam put his hand on Remus's head, stroking his hair.
Remus took Sam's cock further into his throat, wanting nothing more than to make Sam understand how much Remus loved him, desired him, needed him. With one finger he reached down to tease Sam's hole.
A choked moan and a wriggle from Sam decided Remus to leave Sam's cock for the moment, urging him to roll over so that Remus could whisper a quick Ablue and plunge his tongue into the greedy orifice instead. Sam responded immediately, begging Remus to lick deeper, suck harder, yes, more, in a stream of broken words.
Remus did, fucking Sam's arse with his tongue as hard and deep and rough as he could until his jaw began to ache and he was almost dizzy from lack of breath.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Sam," he growled as he pulled his face away. "Do you want that? Do you?" He fumbled for the bottle of lube which had rolled behind a book on the night stand.
"Fucking hell," was all Sam said, and he thrust his arse up into the air, presenting himself to Remus.
Remus slathered the lube liberally on his prick and on Sam's hole, then positioned himself between Sam's thighs and pressed forward, millimetres at a time, until he was sheathed inside Sam's tight channel.
"Fuck me," Sam moaned then, and Remus did, slowly at first, letting them both get used to the feeling, then faster, deeper, gripping Sam's hips tightly.
Remus bent to kiss Sam's sweaty back where his shirt was rucked up. "Touch yourself for me," he whispered against Sam's skin, and Sam nodded.
"Already am," he said, "God, Remus."
Not another word was exchanged between them until Remus choked out Sam's name as his orgasm approached. He thrust hard into Sam, and his climax crashed over him like waves. He let out a noise somewhere between a groan and a howl as he filled Sam with his hot release, then slowed his thrusts, finally stilling inside of Sam.
"Stay--in--" Sam grunted, and Remus knew he was close to coming, himself. He left his softening cock where it was and hugged Sam as best he could from his awkward position.
"Come for me," he whispered, and Sam nodded and grunted and groaned and finally came, swearing, babbling, and then he collapsed.
Remus collapsed on top of him, his cock slipping from its sheath in Sam's arse.
"Morning," he finally said when his breathing had returned to normal.
"And a bloody good one at that," added Sam. He shifted under Remus and Remus rolled off him. Sam turned over and they kissed, twice, and Remus smiled.
"Liked that, did you?"
"If I could wake up that way every morning for the next hundred years, I'd be the luckiest man who ever lived," Sam replied. "Of course," he went on, "Sometimes I think I already am."
"Go on," said Remus, rolling his eyes, but he was smiling, too.
"I take it back." Sam said. He paused. "I know I already am."
"Oh, Sam." Remus's heart melted at Sam's willingness to be so open about his emotions. "I'm just as lucky, to have someone like you."
Sam pressed a kiss on Remus's nose. "I guess we're both pretty fortunate we found each other, huh? So. You'll check with your manager about taking a week off at the end of February, and then I'll arrange our travel and hotel for when you're off."
"That sounds lovely," said Remus. "But before we go, before the full moon--next weekend in fact--I think I'd better plan to spend a day just with Ted, a father-son day. Sunday, probably, since I think he's still working some Saturdays."
"Why?" Sam asked, idly running a hand over Remus's chest, his fingers gentle on the scarred flesh. "He's a big boy now, living on his own."
Average, not big. The words flashed through Remus's mind and he stifled a somewhat hysterical chuckle. "I know. And maybe he'll already have plans. I just feel that I want to be sure he's doing all right before I leave the country." Now he allowed himself to smile. "Overprotective fathering, I suppose. I feel extra-responsible since I'm the only parent he has."
"Mm." Sam kept touching Remus, not trying to arouse him again, which was probably impossible so soon, just being close. "Seems unnecessary to me, but it's your call."
"Thanks, Sam." Remus kissed him. "I worry about Ted probably more than I should. He seems happy with having realised that he likes men, and he's pretty clearly in love with Andrew... but Andrew frets me a bit."
"Andrew? Why, because of his family situation?" Sam's voice was unnaturally calm, doubtless remembering his own problems in that area.
Remus nodded. "Partly, but more because it seems to have left Andrew feeling that he's wrong to prefer men. I don't want Teddy to pick up that kind of self-denigrating attitude. If I talk to him about it a little... I don't know. I'd like to think that Teddy is too sensible and sure of himself to fall into that trap, but he's still very young, and if something bad happened..."
"Like what?" asked Sam.
"Oh, I don't know. If there were some incident that made it into the papers, even if it didn't happen to him." Remus remembered news stories of men beaten, even killed, for their sexuality. "I know it's not nearly so common as it once was, but still."
Sam flopped onto his back and shoved his hands into his hair. "That stuff's pretty scary, yeah," he said. He opened his mouth as if to say more, then shut it again and said nothing.
"It is," said Remus, "and I just want to make sure--I don't know, make sure Teddy knows, really knows that he's right to love whomever he wants to love."
Like you? his mind asked him, and Remus mentally scowled at the thought, sending it scampering back to wherever it had come from. He didn't really have those confusing feelings anymore, of course, but sometimes it seemed the back of his brain wanted him to keep having them.
Remus stretched and groaned and slipped out of bed.
"Come on," he said, "let's have some breakfast and get cleaned up."
Sam stayed in bed a moment longer, then he, too, gave a grunt and a stretch and got up. "Maybe later we can go shopping," he said. "Find you something nice to wear when we're on holiday."
Remus considered this. "If we go into London, perhaps you can make good on that I.O.U. you gave me for Christmas," he said with a suggestive wink.
Sam waggled his eyebrows in return. "Do you know a place?"
"I do," said Remus, "and don't worry--it's Muggle. We shouldn't run into anyone there that we know."
Sam thought that this was a capital idea, and so the two of them ate and showered and dressed (Remus dashed off a quick note to Teddy while Sam was showering, planning to post it on the way) and were headed into the city within the span of an hour.
"Here we are," said Remus as they approached Prowler. They'd decided to get this over with first, as Sam was still a little apprehensive about being seen--and Remus didn't blame him, for he'd seen the way Sam's old fans acted sometimes. Sam shook his hair into his face and affected a slouch as they walked in the door, but once they were inside and he'd got a good look around, it seemed he forgot to disguise himself, shoving his hair back and gazing around.
Remus chuckled to himself. Sam was like a kid in a sweet shop, and Remus was going to reap the benefits of his enthusiasm. He could certainly live with that.
"Is there anything in particular you fancy?" Remus asked in a low tone.
"You get to choose the toy," Sam reminded him.
"I know, but I want to be sure it's not something you would really dislike," said Remus. "And you know I already own a few things along this line."
"I'm going to need to look for a while," Sam said. "I don't really know what the possibilities are." His eager expression made him look surprisingly young, although not like the actual young Stubby Boardman, who had always affected an aura of nonchalance.
"Sure. Want to browse by yourself, or together?"
"Together." Sam squeezed Remus's hand. "You can explain things to me if I need."
They started off looking at some of the plugs and dildos. Sam was intrigued by an extremely long, flexible, double-headed dildo, which they could both use at once. Remus was less enthusiastic about it, thinking that it might be difficult to use effectively. He also pointed out that plugs weren't good for sharing, which had been one of the stipulations of Sam's I.O.U. Sam nodded.
"Point taken... although there's nothing to say I can't buy you your Christmas gift, and get a few other things as well." He flashed a provocative smile.
Remus smiled back. "True enough, and I wouldn't discourage that at all. But let's look at some of the other things they have here."
The Muggle films on disc were useless, as neither of them owned a device for playing them, so they skipped that section of the store entirely and went on to other toys.
"You'd look elegant in these," Remus suggested, pointing to a set that included a pair of nipple clamps, a cock ring, and chains to connect all of them, all in polished steel.
Sam's eyes widened and he swallowed hard. "Do you think so?" he asked.
Remus cast a glance around, then moved close and gave Sam a quick kiss. It wouldn't do to be any more affectionate than that, lest the shop employees think they were getting frisky.
"I do," he replied, "and, if you're willing, I'd like to try them on you."
Sam nodded slowly and took the package down from its hook. "And I suppose I could try them on you as well," he said, examining them.
"Oh, absolutely," replied Remus. "A bit of a tweak on the nipples is nice--you might not think so at first, but you know I don't like pain during sex, and these, I do like. So they're not as painful as you're probably standing there thinking." He didn't want to push, but his mind had conjured up visions of Sam dressed only in steel, and he had to swallow hard and will himself not to get aroused in public by the very idea.
"And the ring?" Sam asked.
"Will keep you harder, longer," Remus replied, "and doesn't every man want that?"
Sam cocked his head and grinned. "You've got me there," he said. "All right. Let's get this--it'll be fun experimenting with you."
Satisfaction swelled inside Remus, and he took Sam's free hand and gave it a squeeze. "I promise you won't be disappointed," he said. "I look forward to seeing these on you."
They shopped a bit more after that--Sam chose a set of plugs for himself, and Remus noted with a pang that it was the same set he'd purchased for Teddy.
"Those are an excellent choice," he told Sam. He should know.
They also stocked up on lube, and then Sam wanted to look at the magazines, but he'd forgotten they were in a Muggle shop and was disappointed when none of the pictures moved.
"You'll have to make do with the books I already own," Remus whispered for Sam's ears only. There were several Muggles nearby and the idea of moving images in books was something they didn't need to let out.
"Mm. Yes, I'd forgotten those," Sam said. "Anything else?"
Remus shook his head. "Nothing I can think of right now. We can always come back another time."
As they were standing in the queue to pay, talking about nothing in particular, over Sam's shoulder Remus saw the shop door open and a familiar figure walk in, followed by another. He froze. Luckily Sam was saying something about one of his music pupils and didn't notice Remus's consternation, and since he was facing away from the door he didn't see that Teddy and Andrew had come in.
Teddy glanced casually around; Remus could see it when he spotted his father near the till, because he took Andrew's elbow and hurried him away to a far corner.
Bugger. Remus was profoundly relieved that Teddy seemed just as reluctant to greet his father in this shop as Remus was to run into Teddy. What an appalling coincidence of timing. He was on tenterhooks until Sam had paid and they were out and walking down the street, their purchases concealed in a discreet bag.
Should he mention it to Sam? Probably not. Sam had been so concerned about having anyone he knew see him--and moreover he might be curious about how Teddy happened to know of the same sex shop that Remus patronised.
"Shall we go to Diagon Alley for that 'something nice to wear on holiday' you were talking about?" he asked Sam instead, wanting to get as far from Prowler as quickly as possible.
"Probably not," Sam disagreed. "We're likely to be in a Muggle area at least part of the time, so Muggle clothing would be more suitable than Wizarding robes." He grinned at Remus mischievously. "Although someday I wouldn't mind seeing you in truly traditional formal Wizarding garb."
Remus swallowed, flushing slightly. Like the Scots kilt, the formal robe was worn without underclothing. "If you pick the right place for our holiday, you could see me with nothing at all," he pointed out.
"Ah, but it's more fun the other way. Total nakedness is far less titillating," said Sam, and Remus had to agree with him.
They made their way down the street, passing another couple of sex shops and a cafe.
"Should we head another direction?" Sam asked, but Remus shook his head. He'd got lost the first time he went to Prowler, and he thought he remembered there being some clothiers in the area.
"I think there are a couple of mens' shops this way," he replied. They walked a bit farther, and soon the shops that Remus only vaguely remembered came into view.
When they approached the shops, however, Remus began having second thoughts about letting Sam purchase an outfit for him for their holiday. He could tell just by the window displays that a shirt there would cost a week's salary.
He tugged at Sam's arm. "Let's find another spot."
Sam feigned (Remus was fairly sure) reluctance, but finally they headed for the tube station.
"Where're we going now?" Remus asked once they were on the tube, closing his eyes against the motion which was making him slightly sick.
Sam only shrugged. "I have an idea," he said.
It turned out that Sam didn't know London as well as he pretended he did, and by the time they found the shop Sam had been thinking of--which turned out to be closed when they got there--Remus was tired, grumpy, and starving. He did try not to snipe at Sam, but he had a dislike for shopping even on a good day--he thought it might come from his working in a shop--and when tired and hungry were added to the mix, he was fairly certain he wasn't pleasant to be around.
He insisted they stop for a late lunch, in a little pub that looked all right, if somewhat dingy. His order of shepherd's pie and a pint of bitter did much to restore his previous good mood, and when he and Sam set out again to find another Muggle menswear shop, he took Sam's hand and squeezed it in a silent apology.
They finally found a shop that suited Sam's taste and Remus's budget-mindedness, and Sam chose armfuls of things for Remus to try on. Remus picked out a few things for himself, too, and he pointedly ignored the salesgirl's stare when Sam entered the fitting room with him.
"Try these." Sam held up a pair of lightweight trousers in a rich camel colour. "Maybe with that red shirt."
Privately Remus thought the red shirt far too bright for a man of his age, but he acquiesced. The fitting room wasn't very large, and Sam was sitting on the only seat, so he piled his own clothes on Sam's lap as he took them off. Sam patted his bum as Remus turned around to reach for the shirt on its hanger.
"Now, Sam," Remus said.
Sam gave him an innocent look. "Just enjoying the view."
"Ha. Wait till there's something to view," said Remus. "We don't want to get tossed out of here."
Quickly he slipped on the outfit. Against his winter-pale skin the red shirt was too harsh, as he'd expected. The trousers, on the other hand, fit beautifully except that the legs were a couple of inches too long. Sam spotted that too.
"They can be hemmed up," he pointed out. "Turn around."
Remus rotated in the small space, twisting his head and looking in the mirror as he did so. He had to admit that the trousers were quite flattering--tight enough to show off the fact that he was still in reasonably good shape for a man his age, but not so tight that he looked like he was trying to recapture his youth. "I like these."
"Put them aside, then, as a possibility at least, and try the next." Sam reached for Remus's hand.
"Can't do anything if you hold my hand like that," said Remus softly, but he leaned down and gave Sam a quick kiss before disengaging his fingers and unzipping the camel trousers, hanging them up again neatly and hooking the hanger over the top of the door to keep them separate from the as-yet-untried clothes.
None of the next few things he put on was as good as the trousers, and the rejected pile grew quickly. He did find a deep blue polo shirt that he liked, and it went up next to the trousers on the door. He was standing in his pants and socks alone, trying to decide what he would try on next, when Sam stroked his bare thigh.
"You stop that," he whispered at Sam, but he grinned, and Sam grinned back, raising his eyebrows in an expression of feigned innocence.
"Stop what?" he asked, and he drew his wand.
"Oh, no, you don't," said Remus, but it was too late--by the time he'd finished protesting, Sam had cast a silencing charm on their dressing room, protecting them from outside ears.
"Just a quick one," Sam said aloud, "I just can't resist when I'm at the perfect level to do... this." He grabbed the front of Remus's pants and yanked him forward, his face at Remus's crotch level. He made quick work of extracting Remus's cock and sucking it to hardness, and Remus scrabbled at the walls for something to hold on to, finally settling on a hook attached to the wall, fisting his other hand in Sam's shaggy hair.
"We--really--shouldn't--" he gasped, but he was hard in Sam's mouth by then, and his protests were weak. "They'll notice--if we're--oh, fuck--in here too long--Sam!"
Sam removed his mouth from Remus's cock long enough to say, "Well, you'd better come quickly, then."
Remus groaned at this and gained a better hold on both the hook and on Sam's hair, thrusting as best he could in the small space of the fitting room. Sam began teasing Remus's bollocks, and Remus gave a sharp cry and thrust forward hard--he was so close.
A minute or two more of sucking and teasing, and Remus was spilling himself down Sam's throat, his head flung back, the fact of where they were completely forgotten in his ecstasy.
Remus slumped forward, bracing himself against the wall. Sam gave a smug, satisfied smile and tucked Remus back into his pants, then pulled him down for a deep kiss--Remus could taste himself in Sam's mouth.
"Do you want me to--" he panted, gesturing at Sam's crotch.
Sam raised his eyebrows. "Not now. Maybe in the next shop." He shot Remus the wickedest grin Remus had ever seen on him, almost a match for Sirius, and Remus nodded, biting his lip and shaking his head.
"You're terrible," he whispered, cautious although the silencing spell was still in effect.
"I may be," replied Sam, "but you're worse, letting me suck you like that right here in public. Tsk-tsk." He shook his head in mock-disappointment, and Remus laughed. "Now, come on," Sam continued. "We don't want the shopgirl to wonder what we've been doing in here for so long."
"Oh, you." Remus cuffed Sam's shoulder. "I think I'll just go with the camel trousers and the blue shirt. Those'll do."
"All right. Give them to me and I'll pay while you get dressed again." Sam tossed Remus his clothes, took the hangers with what Remus had chosen down, and slipped out.
"I figured you know someone who can hem the trousers shorter for you," said Sam as they strolled down the street, glancing into other shop windows. "They didn't offer that service."
"Actually, I don't, but I'm sure I can find out." Remus shrugged and smiled.
Sam stopped short. Remus thought he might be shocked that Remus didn't even know of a tailor or seamstress, but no, Sam was tugging at his elbow, guiding him into a tiny shop.
"Um, Sam, this is a jewellery store," Remus whispered.
"No, really? Don't tell me, the diamonds and gold in glass cases gave it away." Sam rolled his eyes. "I said I was going to buy you something nice to wear; I didn't say it was going to be clothing."
"You already did buy me something nice to wear." Remus glanced around, happy to see that the clerk was busy with another customer, and merely waved a hand to show he'd seen them enter. "Honestly, Sam, that's enough."
"Do you like gold, silver, or platinum?" Sam was ignoring Remus's protests, leaning over a case full of tiepins and cufflinks.
"Gold," said Remus automatically.
"Pearls? Diamonds? Rubies?"
"Emeralds, actually, but Sam. Listen to me. No. It's too much." Remus shifted the bag with his clothes to his other hand and grabbed Sam's wrist. "I mean that. I don't want you to buy me a tiepin, or whatever. I don't need it, and I don't want you to feel like you need to do this. Please."
"I don't feel like I need to do this," said Sam, bending close. "I want to do it."
"Still--" Remus protested. He knew he'd never wear such an impractical, expensive thing, and besides that, he wasn't entirely sure he deserved something like that.
"It's all right," said Sam, and he took Remus's hand. "Just look at the shiny things with me for a moment, won't you?"
Remus acquiesced and stayed by Sam's side as Sam perused the case of tiepins and cufflinks, skipped over a case of watches, then hovered over a case of men's rings for the barest second.
The clerk had finished with his customer and was making his way towards them; Sam waved him off when he was still a few feet away and took Remus's elbow, steering him towards the door.
"We can go," he said. "I apologise if I made you feel uncomfortable. Just a whim of mine."
"It's all right," replied Remus in subdued tones. When Sam had glanced at that case of rings, Remus had grown even more discomfited, squirming in his shoes.
"Except that it was a whim with genuine sentiment behind it, and I want you to know that. I want you to know how much you mean to me," Sam said then.
"I do know, already," said Remus as they walked down the street together. "You don't have to buy me things to prove it."
Sam shrugged. "I wouldn't be the first man who couldn't express his feelings in words," he said, "and I doubt I'll be the last."
Appropriately, Remus couldn't think of anything to say to this, so they walked in companionable silence a bit longer, until they got to the tube station.
"You're still going to join me on that holiday, aren't you?" asked Sam as they were swallowed by the crowd.
Remus rolled his eyes, smiling. "Of course I am."
"That's settled, then," said Sam, stepping onto the train. "Now, shall we have something to eat before we head back home?"
The way that Sam said home sent a warm glow through Remus, and he smiled at Sam and took his hand, not caring who might see.
"Sounds good. I hadn't planned anything in particular for tonight yet anyhow."
He thought about Sam, and Sam's casual reference to home not meaning necessarily either his flat or Remus's house, just wherever they went together, as they stopped at an Italian restaurant Sam knew. He thought about how good it felt to have someone he cared for, who cared for him, around to be with, not just for special occasions but every day. He thought that maybe next month in France, he'd bring up the idea of actually moving in together. He wasn't sure if he'd be willing to give up his house, with all its memories of Teddy growing up, but they could talk about it if Sam preferred to find a new place for the two of them.
When the wine Sam had ordered arrived, Remus touched Sam's glass with his own. "To us."
"To us." Sam gave him a happy smile and drank.
Glancing around to make sure no one was close enough to hear, Remus leaned forward and murmured, "I never did return the favour you did me in that dressing room, but I'm afraid that crouching under the table here would be a bit too obvious. Too bad we're sitting across from each other; I'd like to put my hand down the front of your trousers, see if I could make you come right here."
"Remus." Sam nearly choked on his wine. Spots of red appeared on his high cheekbones, but his breathing could only have quickened with desire, not embarrassment.
"The tablecloth is long enough to hide that sort of thing." Remus kept talking, his voice low. "I'd unzip you, first, let that gorgeous cock of yours free. You'd feel the fabric of the tablecloth brush over you, the air moving a little in the space under the table if the waiter happened to walk by. I'd run my fingers along your cock until you were hard, and then I'd play with your balls, although it would be difficult since they'd still be trapped in your pants."
Sam's hand had disappeared into his lap. Remus wasn't sure if he was trying to repress an erection, or if he was doing to himself some of the things Remus was describing.
"I'd run my thumb over the head of your cock. The skin there is so soft. Then I'd casually raise my hand and lick my thumb so that I could taste you," said Remus.
He heard Sam whimper, very quietly. The waiter was returning with the antipasto plate they had ordered as a starter, and Remus stopped speaking while he set it down.
"Will there be anything else I can bring you right now, gentlemen?" the waiter asked, and Remus shook his head, smiling innocently.
"We're quite happy, thanks," he replied, and the waiter nodded and left. Remus turned his attention back to Sam.
"Don't," said Sam, his cheeks flushed, his mouth hanging open a little. He leaned forward and plucked an olive from the antipasto platter. "I don't want to have to make a mess of this nice tablecloth... or drag you into the gents' and make you fuck me before the first plate arrives." He popped the olive into his mouth and chewed, his gaze locked on Remus's.
Remus smirked. "Just paying you back for that surprise you gave me in the fitting room," he said. "But if you're not up for it right now, I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you the moment we get home." He was still speaking in a low voice, leaning forward across the table, and he picked up a pepperoncini and sucked on it before putting it fully into his mouth.
Sam quirked an eyebrow. "Then perhaps we should go home right now. I'm sure we could Apparate from the loo."
"And miss dinner? Hardly," Remus replied, and he sat low in his chair, slipping off one shoe. Stealthily, he raised his foot, aiming for Sam's cock. He brushed against the fabric covering Sam's inner thigh, and Sam jumped, then widened his eyes at Remus.
"You're terrible," he hissed across the table.
Remus said nothing, just worked his foot inwards until he could feel the sizable bulge trapped under Sam's trousers, then began to massage it. Sam choked and apparently decided to pretend nothing was wrong, plating slices of mortadella, capicola, cheese, and vegetables for himself and for Remus. He nudged Remus's plate across the table, but neither of them ate anything for a moment, and Sam slipped his hand below the tablecloth again.
Remus had expected Sam to perhaps unzip his trousers and take out his cock, but instead, Sam took a firm hold on Remus's foot.
"Eat," he ordered, "and then when we're done, if it turns out we can Apparate from the loo, we will, because at this point I'm not sure I'm going to make it through the pasta without coming in my pants."
That was exactly what Remus had hoped for, and he tucked in to his antipasto with a smile.
He relented after that--mostly. When Sam let go of his foot, he put it back down on the floor, making a point of leaning over to retie his shoe. And he only made a few more sotto voce off-colour remarks. Altogether it was enough to keep Sam squirming through the main course, however, and he firmly declined the waiter's offer of dessert or coffee, paying the cheque as soon as it was brought.
"All right," he growled at Remus as he counted out Muggle banknotes and slapped them down on the table. "Loo. Now."
Luckily the door to the gents' was around a corner near the entrance, and no one was likely to notice if they went in and didn't come out. Remus had Sam up against the door as soon as they were inside, his palm pressed against the bulge of Sam's cock.
"Sure you want to go home?" Remus asked. "This door locks. Wouldn't you like me to fuck you here?" He squeezed gently.
Sam's eyes were bright. "Yes. God. Haven't done this in... I don't know, years." He laughed a little. "I feel like a kid again, desperate."
"No need," Remus assured him, reaching out to flip the lock. He pulled Sam into a long, passionate kiss first, still stroking him through his trousers with one hand, and then said, "Lower these and turn around."
Sam did so, pulling trousers and pants down together to his knees, then spreading his legs as wide as the fabric would permit and bracing himself against the door. Remus drew out his wand to cast a lubrication charm, and as an afterthought repeated the silencing charm Sam had used earlier in the shop.
"Going to fuck you now, Sam," he whispered. "Going to pound into you until you come for me."
"Yesss," Sam hissed as Remus pushed into him. No finesse here, just cock in arse, and hand around cock. Remus could feel Sam quivering with eagerness as he set up a rapid rhythm.
Remus didn't especially care if he came yet himself or not; they could easily continue at home. What he wanted was to make Sam come undone, right here in the gents', gasping and trembling and coming, his spunk spattering the clean wood of the loo door. He adjusted his angle slightly and moved his hips faster, stroking Sam's cock with the same beat.
"Fuck, yes, Remus," Sam panted. "Want you to come inside me."
"Right here?" Remus teased. "Right now? You want me to come inside you where there are people dining just on the other side of this door?" He spoke into Sam's ear, then licked it to punctuate his dirty talk.
Sam's only answer was a needy whine, and Remus plunged into him harder, faster, until Sam was racked with a great shudder and Remus felt warm slippery spunk coating his fingers as Sam scrabbled for purchase on the smooth wood of the door.
Remus held Sam up as his knees weakened, no longer supported by the strength of lust. Sam turned around, his cock still hanging out of his trousers, red and wet, and he kissed Remus hard.
"You didn't come yet," he said into Remus's ear, and before Remus could say anything in response, Sam had wrapped his arms around Remus, muttering, "Hold on," and Apparated them to Sam's flat.
They appeared in the living room, and Remus had hardly got his bearings before Sam was shoving him down onto the sofa and opening his trouser zip, taking out his cock, and engulfing it with his wonderful mouth with scarcely time to mutter a cleaning spell.
"We shouldn't have left that mess--" Remus gasped, but all thoughts of what they should or shouldn't have done flew from his mind as Sam began sucking Remus off in earnest, teasing his bollocks and performing feats with his tongue and lips that would have erased coherent thought from anyone's mind.
Remus sank back into the sofa cushions, and it wasn't long at all before he was grabbing two fistfuls of Sam's hair and coming down his throat for the second time that day.
When Remus had finished, Sam looked up at him with a satisfied smile and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then crawled up onto the sofa beside Remus. Sam still hadn't tucked his cock back into his trousers, and the two of them lay against the cushions for a long moment, both panting, both satiated, both looking utterly, lewdly debauched.
"We really shouldn't have left that mess," was the first thing Remus said when he found his voice again, and, after a moment of contemplation, they both laughed. Sam had been right earlier--Remus felt utterly like a kid again.
"They'll have to get past the locked door first," replied Sam, and this set them both to laughing even harder.
"Oh, well," said Remus eventually, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes, "I'm sure the manager will have a key."
"I'd imagine so," Sam agreed. He gave Remus a leisurely kiss. "Now if I suggest that we should put away your new clothes, and perhaps take a shower together, are you going to attack me in the shower too?"
"Don't think so," Remus said. He felt a moment's regret that he wasn't still a teenager, able to have sex again practically immediately, but on the other hand they'd done it three times that day, which was pretty impressive. "But I'll wash your back."
Sam hugged him. "That's good enough."
They were both disarranged and sticky and a shower sounded good. Remus tossed the carrier bag with his new trousers and shirt onto Sam's bed and plucked the dressing gown Sam had given him from the hook behind the door. Sam had already started the water running and he beckoned Remus from behind billows of steam, holding out the soap.
It was comfortable, if a little crowded, standing there with Sam under the hot spray, each of them washing bits of the other and exchanging kisses and caresses as they went.
"Thanks," Remus said when they had finished and were towelling off. He reached for his toothbrush and squeezed paste onto it.
"For what?" Sam said.
"For making this a really good day, even though I was rather a bastard there for a while before lunch," said Remus. "I'm not that much for shopping, but doing it with you was a lot more enjoyable than I usually find it. I just wanted to say that I appreciated that." He started to clean his teeth, and Sam nodded and did so too.
"Remus," said Sam when he was finished.
Sam had an odd expression on his face, almost nervous. He took a breath and let it out, and smiled. "Never mind. Something for another time. Come to bed."
So Remus did.