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010: New Year's Eve and a Good Start to 1978


Peter looked around the empty platform at Hogsmeade Station and sighed. It was cold and drizzly, and he had half hoped Remus would come to meet the train. He sat on a bench, tired by the mere thought of the long walk up to Hogwarts. He'd only taken one bag home with him, though of course it was charmed with Wizard space to hold more. He knew he should get started, but he just stared at the wooden platform, chewing his lower lip.

Remus didn't think he was going to make it on time. In fact, he hadn't thought he was going to make it to the platform at all. He argued with a fellow prefect just before leaving the school about who should stay in the school and who should go to the train to "supervise" the students returning to school. In the end, Remus had finally won and bounded towards the train station a full ten minutes later than he'd planned.

It was easy to spot Peter on the platform once he arrived. Everyone else was bustling about, but Peter was just sitting there looking slightly miserable. Remus slipped around behind him, not caring that his wet hair was sticking to his face and forehead (he didn't mind being wet, and with the warming charm he cast, it felt like a cool spring shower, rather than winter rain), tapped one of Peter's shoulders, then slipped around to stand behind the other.

Peter looked up slowly and...saw no one. He ducked instinctively, because with Sirius that sort of thing was always followed by something disgusting or slimy in one's hair. When that didn't happen, he turned the other way and saw Remus. His face lit in a smile and he stood up, staring at Remus' face. "Hi."

Remus' smile automatically brightened at Peter's expression. It was nice. No one else looked at him like he'd just made their day by simply showing up. "Hi," he said. "I'm sorry I was late. I'm suppose to be doing Prefect stuff while I'm here, but..." He did a quick scan of the platform, then grinned back at Peter. "Everything looks good."

"Yeah, the trip was pretty quiet," Peter said. He lowered his voice, still smiling. "I'm incredibly glad to see you. I really missed you."

Remus grinned and leaned in a little. "I missed you, too. I thought about you a lot," he whispered. "I think James and Sirius are planning something tonight for New Years. All I know is that they have alcohol." Remus shrugged. "But... I'm just glad you're back."

"Alcohol is good," Peter said. He grinned. "Except hopefully we'll have a bit of time to ourselves first." He wanted to wrap himself around Remus and just cling to him and kiss him until they were both breathless. He bounced a little on his feet, suddenly feeling a surge of energy that had been missing nearly the entire holiday.

Remus had just started to worry again about how exactly he was going to tell Peter that he'd told James and Sirius about them. He somehow didn't think coming home to his friends suddenly knowing he was queer would be quite the welcome he wanted. Then again, the longer Remus waited, the weirder it would be for Peter once he found out. "Yeah. We can slip away, I'm sure," he said with a wink. "Come on," he added, attempting to blow a wet piece of hair out of his face, but having to push it away with his thumb. "Let's get inside."

Peter shouldered his bag and pulled his cloak a little tighter around him, walking just a little closer to Remus than they usually did. It was such a relief to see Remus again, even if Peter felt guilty about how relieved he was. He had escaped the dark silence of his home; his mother would have to go back to it after her holiday. Peter watched Remus out of the corner of his eye and tried not to think about anything but being here.

It seemed to take longer than usual to get up to the castle this time. Remus was sure it was because he was itching to touch Peter and kiss Peter and he just wanted to get Peter somewhere alone do he could do that. Passed James and Sirius in the common room, heading up to the dorm to drop off Peter's things, and Sirius couldn't help the mischievous gleam in his eyes to save his life. James looked near giggles. Remus frowned and ignored them, following Peter to the dorm to wait for him to unpack.

There wasn't much to unpack, but Peter managed to drag it out long enough that there came a moment when the dorm was empty. He grabbed Remus' hand and dragged him around to the far side of the bed, so they would hear someone come in before the person could see them behind the bed curtains.

"I have been dying to do this for days," he murmured, and kissed Remus hungrily.

Remus hummed into the kiss, melting against Peter immediately and wrapping his arms around Peter's waist. "Just days?" he whispered, kissing Peter again.

"Just the dying part," Peter said, laughing. "I just wanted it very much before that." He tugged playfully on Remus' hair and nuzzled his cheek. "Mmm, we can't spend that long apart ever again," he decided. "You'll have to come home with me over the Easter hols." He didn't even think his mum would mind, though he'd have to figure out how to explain things before then.

Remus chuckled, squeezing Peter closer to him. "I'd like that. I missed you." He turned his head to kiss Peter's temple. "Um... I... sort of have something important I need to tell you."

Peter grinned. "More important than kissing?" he asked, and didn't give Remus time to answer before kissing him again.

Remus kissed Peter back, his fingers going under the back of Peter's shirt. All he managed to get out was a simple "um" in between kisses.

Humming in pleasure, Peter slid a hand down to grope Remus' arse briefly before going to the small of his back. "I love you, Remus," he whispered.

"Um... Oh," Remus said, gasping slightly as Peter squeezed lower. "I love you, too." Remus kissed Peter, lips soft, then trailed a few kisses over Peter's cheek. "Um... promise me you won't be mad..."

"Promise," Peter agreed, licking Remus' earlobe.

Remus squirmed, his fingers curling against Peter's back. It was difficult to concentrate with Peter doing that, especially now that his cock was taking notice. "Mmph, Peter... We-- I-- Oh, don't stop."

"We could...get caught," Peter murmured. He sucked Remus' earlobe into his mouth, scraping his teeth just lightly over it. Merlin, this was fantastic after a fortnight apart. He fitted his hips against Remus'.

"Mmm, don't care." Remus tilted his head to make it easier for Peter to reach his ear, the felling of Peter's tongue and teeth racing through him and he shifted against Peter's hips with a groan. "Oh. I missed this. Missed you."

Peter laughed and slid his hand down to pull their groins together, panting in Remus' ear. "Missed you, missed touching you--God, Remus!" He felt so good holding Remus like this, and he was incredibly hard already. If only they didn't get interrupted. He rocked his hips against Remus', licking at Remus' neck.

"Oh, Merlin, Peter, Pete." Remus groaned and shifted again, biting his lip and sliding his hands down the back of Peter's trousers. Peter was warm and soft and just brilliant. "We-- either need to be quick or we need to move," he managed, amazed his could with the haze of desire in his head.

"Move?" Peter laughed breathlessly and pressed against Remus. "M'already close, mmm," he managed. He rocked against Remus again, pressing him back against the bedpost and sliding their erections against each other. "Need you--"

Getting trapped between the bedpost and Peter sent a thrill of excitement through Remus that went straight to his groin, and then Peter's hard length was pressed more firmly against his own. He only managed half a swear word before, he pulled Peter tighter him and thrust against him. "Yes, yes," he babbled, kissing Peter hungrily.

God, that was intoxicating. Peter scraped his teeth over Remus' jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses along it and liking the way the rasp of stubble scraped his lips. "Love you, so good, Merlin, Remus--" he whispered between the kisses, quickening their movements. He was close, he was so close, straining towards release, and then he could feel his balls tightening, his muscles tensed, and he came, gasping and clutching at Remus.

Remus clung to Peter, hips sliding against Peter's in rhythm with one another, and then Peter was coming. Just knowing Peter was coming against him caused Remus' excitement to overflow, and soon Remus was joining him. "Gah, fuck," he moaned, milking the last of it against Peter's pliant body, and then melting back against the bedpost with a lazy smile. He ran his fingers through Peter's hair. "Mmm, glad to see you missed me as much as I did you," he muttered.

"Oh, yes," Peter mumbled, lowering his head to rest against Remus' shoulder. He kissed Remus' neck, feeling weak in the knees. "Missed you so much." He couldn't get comfortable, he knew that. The dorm wasn't private enough, especially not with so many people coming back today. He couldn't be arsed to care. He settled against Remus more comfortably, ignoring the damp spot on his trousers for the moment. "Love you." Love you, love you-- He wanted to say it over and over.

Remus grinned, although the haze was fading enough that he was growing more alert that they could have just been walked in on. There was something about Peter that made him forget to care about things like that sometimes. "Mmmlove you, too. Not allowed to leave me ever again," he whispered, twisting a lock of Peter's hair around his finger and giving it a playful tug.

Peter shivered happily and shook his head. "Never," he promised, and nuzzled Remus' neck. He stayed there for a moment, breathing in his boyfriend's scent, then sighed. "I suppose we ought to go down to the common room. Wait. You said you had something to tell me."

"Oh. Right. Um..." A sinking feeling hit Remus' stomach and washed away the warm, sated feeling he had just moments before. Oh, he shouldn't have gotten distracted. "You-- you promised you wouldn't be mad."

"Right." Peter pulled away a little and did a Scourgify, wondering why Remus thought he would be angry. "What is it, Remus?"

"Thanks," Remus said as Peter cleaned them up, then he looked at Peter intently. "I got ambushed... while you were away."

"Ambushed?" Peter blinked at him. "Ambushed how?"

"James and Sirius. They cornered me in the library. About--" Oh, God. Peter was going to be angry. Remus swallowed and tried to gather up his courage. "About you."

Peter's whole body went cold, then hot. He could feel his face flushing--but since James and Sirius hadn't hexed him the moment he walked in...Oh, God, and he hadn't told Remus about his mum... "Um. About me?" he said, stalling for time to think.

Remus tried not to cringe, but made a face anyway, half-way between expecting to be hexed and apology. "Erm. Yeah. About... us."

Shite, what could he say? Peter thought for a moment, then pulled Remus over to sit on the bed together. "They--wait, they asked you about us?" Merlin, had they really been that obvious about their relationship?

Remus turned to face Peter, chewing his lower lip. "They made a lot of implications. They knew. They threatened to give me a list of how they knew, but I told them first." Peter wasn't reacting badly, but Remus couldn't help but wish he had a hole to hide in.

Peter rubbed one hand over his face and then looked up. "They don't...hate us?" He found himself holding his breath, as he had when he had this discussion with his mum.

Remus look up at Peter, lips quirking slightly in direct opposition to the grimace still evident in his eyes. "Um... they didn't hex you first thing, did they? I'm... unscathed." He breathed a silent nervous laugh. "They bet money on it, actually."

Peter stared at him. "They bet on us! Merlin, even my mum--" Oh fuck. He snapped his mouth shut and then licked his lips. "Um."

Remus' eyes snapped up to Peter, suddenly wide. "W-what?" he asked, sounding a little desperate.

"Um." Peter coughed. "Well...you remember that one letter I sent you...where I got interrupted partway through?" He glanced at Remus and then away again.

Remus only blinked at him, hoping he was misunderstanding.

"She, ah." Peter rubbed his hand over his face again. "She. When we. You came for the--Dad's funeral." Oh, fuck, he sounded like an idiot. He took a deep breath and just forced it out. "She-noticed-how-different-things-were-and- asked-if-I-had-anything-I-wanted-to-tell-her-and- I-said-about-what-and-she-said-you-and--" Peter ran out of breath. He inhaled, held it, and said, "And I told her I was in love with you."

Remus just stared at Peter as he talked, then swallowed and choked a little when Peter finished. Oh my God. She's going to hate me. She's never going to let me come over again. She'll probably-- oh God. "W-w--" Remus coughed. "What did... she say?"

Peter took another steadying breath and laughed a little. "That it was nice of me to admit it without her having to pull it out of me." He made a face. "It, well, sort of poured out of me, instead." He glanced at Remus. "I just love you so much."

Remus' expression went a little confused when Peter laughed. "I love you, too. She didn't care?"

"She said she'd been almost certain since we were in Glasgow together for Dad's funeral," Peter explained. "She said you've always been patient and careful with people, but you were just a little too, mm, solicitous was her word. And that she had found it quite endearing, which made it a little easier for her to understand what had happened. Which...she didn't really say she didn't care, but...she said she would get used to it." He looked anxiously at Remus.

Solicitous? Endearing? Remus wasn't sure whether to apologise for being obvious (he'd just wanted so badly to make things better for Peter), be mortified Mrs. Pettigrew knew, or be worried she'd never look at him the same way or that she wouldn't get used to it. He settled on a strange combination of those feelings, staring at Peter for a minute, then slumping against his shoulder. He buried his face in Peter's shirt. "Oh, Merlin, I need a fag," he finally said, voice muffled.

Peter let out a shaky breath and nodded. "Same here." He didn't move, though; he just glanced at Remus. "Mum seemed sad she wouldn't have grandchildren, but I don't really like sprogs anyway, you know? Don't think I would've wanted any. And she didn't tell me I'm going to burn in hell, which was the main thing I was afraid of." He turned his head to kiss Remus' hair. "We'll be all right."

Remus shifted a little closer and wrapped his arms around Peter. "God, you talked about grandchildren?!" Remus looked up at Peter, frowning a little. "She's never going to look at me the same way again," he blurted.

Peter slid his arms around him. "No, she just said she'd thought she'd have half a dozen grandchildren running around and I laughed and said that wouldn't have happened even if I liked girls. And anyway, she didn't treat me any different. I mean, I know I'm her son, but you'd think she would be different around me, too." He kissed Remus again. "And she said you were endearing, remember?" he whispered.

Remus kissed Peter back, still unsure how to feel at all. He laughed a little, and then kissed Peter again, not knowing what to say. After a minute, he remembered where they were and pulled back. "I guess... I dunno."

"It'll be all right," Peter promised. "And our friends are all right with it, too, yeah? So...it's all right." He felt better about having told Remus, but he also felt bad that Remus seemed so upset about it.

"I guess that's everyone. Everyone that's important," he said, ignoring the stab of guilt he felt at not including his dad in that. His dad was important, but he very much doubted that Elphias would take this as lightly as Peter's mum had.

Peter sighed. "Yeah. Let's go have that smoke, yeah?"

"Reeeemus! Peeeeter! Where aaaare you?" Sirius' voice floated up the stairs towards the dormitory.

Peter sighed and moved a bit away from Remus. A moment later James and Sirius pounded into the room, James calling, "We've missed you, Peter!"

Remus laughed as Sirius pounced on Peter's bed and mussed his hair. "Yes, but Moony has been a positively miserable, mopey bastard."

"I don't mope, thank you." Remus leaned back against a bedpost and put his feet up in Peter's lap with a playful grin. "And anyway, you promised you wouldn't say anything until I told him."

"Say anything about what?" Sirius countered, doing a shoddy job of trying to look innocent.

"Have you told him?" James asked, looking curiously at Peter.

"Yes."

Sirius shrugged. "Well, see, no worries then."

Peter snorted and shoved at Sirius, but he wasn't really upset. He supposed now the teasing would return sevenfold, but at least they didn't hate him and Remus.

"How was Christmas?" he asked the other Marauders in general.

"Ohh, Wormtail, it was sooo loooonely without you!" James moaned, swooning across the bed as Sirius snickered. Peter considered shoving him off the bed.

"This is what I've been living with without you," Remus said blandly.

Peter glanced at him, wondering if Remus would help him shove James off the bed. He pushed off his shoes, planted a foot in James' ribcage, and began extending his leg.

Remus slid his feet off Peter when he moved and started to laugh, just as James shouted, "Oi, what're you-- ATTACK!"

Without hesitation, Sirius pounced on Peter and Remus scrambled up to the headboard to get out of the way, still laughing.

Grinning and giggling, Peter pushed hard with his feet while still trying to fend off Sirius. He ended up taking a thump in the ribs, but managed to keep Sirius from actually tickling him, for which he was extremely grateful.

"Remus! Help!" he cried, still giggling.

James hit the floor with a thud and Remus' laughter became uncontrollable, until he was near tears from it. He could barely catch his breath, let alone help Peter, but when he heard James' "ow," he peered over the edge of the bed. "You all right, mate?"

And with a yelp of surprise, he went hurtling off the edge of the bed too when James grabbed his wrist and yanked. "Not so funny when it's you, is it?!" James roared, his eyes dancing with mischief.

Sirius finally got past Peter's guard and tickled him mercilessly, provoking a shriek from Peter. At that, Sirius burst into laughter. "Merlin, Moony, you've turned him into a girl!"

Peter jabbed him in the stomach. "Sod you," he managed between gasps for breath.

Remus was laying on his back laughing, but he slowed at that exchange, then sat up to look at Sirius from the ground. "I know a hex that makes it feel like ten people are tickling you. I could try it out and see how manly you still sound," he said loftily.

Peter snickered and shoved Sirius off him. "That's right," he agreed. "Like to see you stand up under that, Black."

Sirius flopped over and grinned. "All right, maybe you're not a girl," he conceded. "Most of the time."

Not really bothered, Peter stuck two fingers up at him and rolled over to peer at Remus and James.

James sprang from the floor and flopped down in the empty spot between Sirius and Peter when the tussle broke up and Remus scanned the bed for an empty spot not filled with lounging Marauders before deciding the floor was all right. He gave Peter an affectionate look, which immediately earned a retching noise from James. "Could you not look at each other like that before dinner?"

Peter snorted, amused. "As if we haven't had to put up with your mooning about over Evans for years. You can put up with us looking at each other. Git."

"Oh, Merlin, Lily's back, too, isn't she? I knew there was something else I wanted to do." James started to get up and Sirius dragged him back down, which was lucky, considering Remus was thinking about tripping him if he tried to walk out.

Grinning at Sirius, Peter looked back at Remus. "Was it horrible, Remus?" he asked sympathetically. "Did you want to scream every time he mentioned Evans' name?"

Sirius barked a laugh and chimed in. "Did we think about writing to Evans and begging her to send him a Christmas present? Did we threaten to stuff dirty socks in his mouth to shut him up?"

"I was half tempted to fling myself from the Astronomy tower," Remus teased.

"I'm wearing her down; you'll all see," James said adamantly, pouting a bit.

"Right, mate," Sirius said, patting his shoulder. "You just keep on telling yourself that."

~ * ~ * ~ * ~


As a prefect, Remus realised he really should have been doing something to break up the impromptu and increasingly rowdy gathering. The Marauders had tried to keep their little New Years celebration under wraps, but Prewett had figured out what was going on, then he told Harkiss, who told McCormack, who told more people. Before Remus realised what was happening, their little four person party grew to about a dozen people, and even a few seventh year girls. Remus was amazed to see Evans had shown up, after some coaxing from McKinnon, and was actually being civil to James. Remus blamed the alcohol. He didn't know what exactly they were drinking, but it was strong enough.

He eyed the group for a moment, thinking briefly that this was their last year to do this, all together in this castle, and prayed his noise muffling charms worked.

After being dragged into a disastrous game of Gobstones with Harkiss and McLeod, in which the two boys had just started setting the stones off in each other's faces, Remus rejoined his friends, camped around Sirius' bed, and settled on the floor next to Peter. Another glass of whatever it was they were drinking was thrust immediately into his hand and he toasted James in thanks before taking a drink, then blinking lazily at Peter and had the insane urge to kiss him right there. Thankfully, he hadn't had quite enough to do that.

"We never did have that cigarette earlier," he said, grinning. It was getting closer to midnight and Remus really wanted to kiss Peter to bring in 1978.

"Oh, but it's almost time. If you go now, you'll miss midnight!" James complained.

Remus' eyes were intent on Peter, but behind him, Sirius glanced from him to Peter, and then he tugged on James' sleeve to distract him.

"You're right," Peter said immediately. "And I could definitely use one. Sirius, don't let James maul Evans, all right?" He winked at Sirius and stood up, using a hand on James' head to steady himself. "We'll be back." He glanced at Remus and decided not to specify when.

Nearly-full drink still in hand, he headed for the portrait hole.

Remus was up and after Peter without a second glance, draping his arm over Peter's shoulders as they neared the entrance of the common room. He was loose enough not to overthink touching Peter. No one would bat an eye at it, really, but ever since they'd started snogging like mad they'd been more thoughtful about it.

Remus started to guide them towards the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy without hesitation. "Want to kiss you," he whispered.

Peter grinned. "Oh yes," he agreed, and had to fight the urge to grab Remus and kiss him right there. He did slide his arm around Remus' waist and lean against him just a little. There was really no one about to see them, after all. "Hurry, Remus."

Remus couldn't help but grin at the way Peter held him, and soon, they were in front of the tapestry, and Remus let Peter go for a moment to pace back and forth in the corridor while thinking about what they needed... a comfortable room in which they could smoke... and kiss...

And shag. Oh, Merlin, he hoped they could finally shag.

Peter managed to consume half of his punch while he watched Remus. He was feeling warm and fuzzy and could hardly wait to touch Remus. He wanted to take Remus' clothes off and see him, to hold him close and kiss his chest. He felt so happy with Remus.

When the door appeared, Peter opened it and pulled Remus in with him.

Remus stepped inside and immediately blushed bright red. Oh, this was much more romantic than he'd thought, and he wondered if the room somehow read his mind, if it somehow knew, in spite of his simple requests, how much he really loved Peter.

There was a fireplace crackling across the room, which seemed to be lined with a plush, comfortable looking rug. There were a couple of ashtrays and... a bottle of champagne.

"Um..."

"Wow," Peter breathed, staring around them. "Remus, this is...wow." Then he shook himself and shoved the door shut. He turned and put his arms around Remus and kissed him softly. "You did this for me." He beamed at Remus.

"I guess so," Remus said shyly. "I wasn't... specific, but I think it... knew. I don't know." He gave Peter an apprehensive look. Peter looked pleased, but he still felt a little silly even with the alcohol in his system.

Peter pulled away just long enough to finish off his punch and set the glass down. Then he wrapped his arms around Remus again, kissing his neck. "Remus," he whispered. "Remus, I love you."

Peter's lips and tongue were cool from the drink and Remus laughed a bit, trying not to squirm, and relaxed under the feel of Peter's mouth. He'd almost forgotten he was still holding his drink, and he tilted his head back to give Peter more room as he downed what was in his glass, swallowing against Peter's lips. "Mmmlove you."

Laughing, Peter kissed his way up to Remus' jaw, which he licked. "Have I ever told you how fit you are?" he whispered. He slid a hand under Remus' shirt to press against his stomach.

Remus gasped softly at the drag of Peter's tongue. It was hard to imagine Peter could still do this to him after they'd been snogging for months, but Peter still turned his brain into mush whenever they were alone. "Oh... Peter. You're mad." Remus dropped his glass to the floor without even looking and threaded his fingers through Peter's hair.

"Mad about you," Peter said, laughing again. He kissed Remus' mouth, slowly and thoroughly. He loved having Remus' fingers in his hair. He always felt as if he couldn't get enough of Remus' touch.

Remus hummed into the kiss, savouring each gentle stroke of Peter's tongue against his, then pulled away laughing breathlessly. "I'm glad." His fingers trailed down to massage the base of Peter's head and neck, and he held Peter's gaze intently. "It's mutual." As if you couldn't tell by this room.

Peter felt like he couldn't stop smiling if he tried. He just gazed at Remus' face, trying to fathom this incredible, wonderful thing that had come into his life. He had never imagined he could feel so close to someone, that anyone would care so much for him. It was perfect. "Should we sit down?" he asked quietly. He hoped they were going to shag, but he didn't know if he should ask that.

Remus nodded quickly, before Peter had really even finished his question, then pulled away. He took Peter's hand, pulled him toward the fireplace and they sat. For a moment, he just looked at Peter, then glanced at the champagne, unsure. Then he leaned forward and captured Peter's lips in a kiss, leaning over him a bit and planting his hands on either side of Peter's hips. "Happy New Year," he breathed after a moment, just assuming it had to be past midnight by now.

"Happy New Year yourself," Peter replied, pleased. "This is a great way to start it." He ran his fingertips down Remus' chest. "What if we undressed?" he whispered shyly.

"Yes," Remus whispered immediately, then felt his face heat a little. He shifted forward on his knees so he wasn't leaning so much to kiss Peter. "I... want to see you," he murmured, kissing Peter softly and toyed with the collar of Peter's shirt.

Peter nodded, though he wasn't entirely sure his body was worth seeing. He shifted a little and began working at his buttons, watching Remus to make sure he would do the same.

Remus watched Peter from under his lashes. He really wasn't looking forward to taking his own shirt off. Peter had seen his scars before, but Remus had been too out of sorts after the full moons to care. It was different when he had his wits about him. "Peter," he whispered, then shifted forward and started helping Peter with his own buttons.

"Hey, not just me," Peter said, laughing nervously. But he let Remus undo his buttons, reaching out instead to work at Remus'. His stomach was jumping, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant.

"Mmph." The noise was slightly unsure, but Remus smiled nervously and didn't stop Peter. Instead he focused on working Peter's buttons open until he could see a line of flesh from Peter's neck to the top of his trousers. "You're so handsome," he mumbled, stroking his hand over Peter's chest. It was true, Peter's body was softer than his own, slightly more round, but Remus loved it.

Peter gave another self-conscious laugh. "You're mad," he replied, but he was mostly pleased anyway. He finished working at Remus' shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, tracing his fingertips over a scar. "You're the one who's handsome." He liked the way they decorated Remus' skin. It made him interesting-looking, instead of just nice-looking in a plain sort of way.

Remus bit his lip and shifted a little when Peter pushed his shirt off, then shook his head at what Peter said. He decided he'd rather not argue it, however, and maybe if he just kept moving forward, either Peter would stop tracing his scars like that... or he would stop caring. Remus pushed Peter's shirt over his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him, his hands trailing over Peter's body. He pressed forward enough that their chests touched and he sucked in a breath at the feeling of naked skin against naked skin.

Peter got his shirt off entirely and wrapped his arms around Remus, sliding his hands over his naked back. "God, Remus, Remus..." he whispered, holding onto him. They'd messed around a lot, but they'd never had the privacy or the luxury of this, and it was more exciting than Peter had even imagined it would be.

Remus held Peter against him, sighing happily, then ducked his head to nuzzle Peter's neck. "You're amazing," he whispered, and licked along the muscles on Peter's throat. A thrill shot through him at the idea of getting Peter completely naked and feeling him pressed against him.

"Oh!" Peter gasped, his arms tightening around Remus. "So're you, wonderful--" He tucked the fingers of one hand just inside the waistband of Remus' trousers, his thumb brushing back and forth over Remus' skin. He wanted more than this, wanted them to be really naked.

Remus moaned automatically, ridiculously excited that Peter seemed to want what he did. "Yes, yes," he whispered and moved his hands to the button of Peter's trousers, hooking his fingers under them for a moment to make sure he hadn't misinterpreted what Peter wanted, to give him a moment to stop it.

Peter's breathing hitched and he turned his head to kiss Remus' cheek. "Trousers off?" he whispered, a mixture of eagerness and trepidation in his voice.

"Yes," Remus whispered, "If you want." He pulled back to look at Peter, licking his lips. "Pants, too? I love you so much."

"Yes, yes," Peter managed. "God, I love you, too!" He leaned in and kissed Remus' moist lips, then pulled away to get his trousers off. He paused before pushing them down, but when he did, he pushed his pants off with them.

Remus' mouth went immediately dry. Peter was naked. His cock was just there, hard and bobbing proudly. "God, Peter." Remus completely forgot undressing himself and ducked down to kiss Peter's chest, a hand going to Peter's hip. He licked along one of Peter's collar bones, trying to nudge Peter back to the floor.

"Ohh..." Peter let Remus push him gently down, pressing his own hands against Remus' chest. "You, too, Remus. Please, I want to see you." His breathing quickened and he squirmed a little, watching Remus as best he could.

Remus squirmed and wriggled as best he could, trying to get out of his trousers and pants without stopping what he was doing to Peter, but he couldn't really balance over Peter without the use of his hands. He had to sit back and push them off, his cock springing free as he did. Once he was rid of the fabric that covered him, he looked back at Peter, still slightly disbelieving they were naked in front of each other, completely. "Pete," he murmured, then moved back down to kiss Peter, pressing up against his side, half draped over Peter's body, his upper leg hooked between Peter's. It was the most incredible thing he'd ever felt.

"Oh, God," Peter managed, stroking a hand down Remus' back to cup his arse. "Oh, you're beautiful, Remus," he gasped. He kissed Remus again, threading his other hand in Remus' hair. He could hardly believe they were doing this. It was wonderful.

Remus gasped at where Peter's hand went, then managed a laugh. "Don't make me have to shut you up," he teased, feeling giddy. The brush of Peter's skin over his was sending shivers of desire through him and he thrust slightly against Peter's hip, stroking his hand down Peter's chest and hip before his fingers trailed over Peter's cock.

Peter's breath caught in his throat and he arched his hips against Remus, whimpering slightly. "Oh, Remus--" He squeezed Remus' arse a little. "Here--get on me." He nudged at Remus a little.

"Mmhmm," Remus agreed, then followed Peter's urging until he was laying on top of Peter, supporting himself with his knees between Peter's legs and his elbows at Peter's shoulders. "Ohh, God," he managed, the feeling of Peter's body flush against him was brilliant and he rocked his hips instinctively, their cocks brushing. He kissed Peter, moaning into his mouth and doing it again, suddenly unable to think about anything but how good this felt.

Panting, Peter clutched at Remus, pulling them closer together, a flash of lust going through him at the way Remus was moaning. God, this was brilliant! He squeezed Remus' arse again, nipping at Remus' lower lip.

Remus thrust against Peter as Peter squeezed, then moved to kiss along Peter's jaw, his fingertips brushing down Peter's neck. He wanted so much. For as long as they'd been fooling around, they hadn't had the opportunity to do much, really. Suddenly Remus wanted to taste Peter and suck Peter and let Peter suck him... and shag Peter and let Peter shag him... and Merlin, if Peter let him, neither one of them would be any use in class tomorrow, but Remus really didn't care.

Except now Remus couldn't decide what he wanted to do first. "Peter," he moaned, licked over Peter's Adam's apple. "Want you. So much."

"Yes, yes," Peter gasped. "What d'you want? Anything you want!" He arched under Remus again, pulling Remus against him so their cocks rubbed. Another thrill of pleasure shot through him.

Remus laughed against Peter's neck, though the sound came out choked as his body slid against Peter's. "I want everything," he groaned, managing some small amusement in his voice. "What do you want?"

"Yes, that," Peter replied, his voice going up a little as he pressed against Remus. "Want to shag you! Want you to shag me!"

"Mmokay," Remus said, shifting down to nip at Peter's chest, licking over his breastbone to one nipple. He enjoyed the change in the texture of Peter's skin there and circled his tongue around it as he stroked one of his hands down to Peter's hip.

Peter let out a yelp of surprised pleasure and tightened his fingers in Remus' hair. "Oh, that's--ahh, yes!" He'd never imagined what that would feel like. He'd never imagined it could feel so good.

Oh, that was lovely, that he could make Peter sound like that, it made his body tingle and his cock ache in all the best ways. Remus flicked his tongue until Peter's nipple hardened under it. "D'you," Remus started, then sucked at the raised nub for a moment before trailing kisses to the other one, "want to shag me first? Or me you?"

"I--" Peter gasped and arched under Remus' mouth again. "I--oh--can't--you decide!" He panted and squeezed Remus' arse again, rubbing his fingers over the soft skin.

Oh, God, Peter wanted him to decide?! They probably should have discussed this a little more. Remus slid down Peter a bit more, slightly disappointed when Peter couldn't squeeze his arse any longer, and nuzzled his face against Peter's stomach, loving how soft and smooth it was. "Mmm, Pete."

Whimpering at the incredible feelings that was creating in him, Peter threaded his other hand in Remus' hair, too, stroking his fingers through it. Then he trailed them along Remus' face and neck and shoulder, stroking anything he could reach. "Remus, Remus," he whispered.

Remus reached between them and gently cupped Peter's balls, trying to imagine what it felt like and what he thought he might like. His heart was hammering in his chest at what he was about to do, because... what if he did it wrong?! But Peter's responses were beautiful and Remus wanted more. "I've never... I--" He wasn't sure what he was trying to say, he only hoped Peter wasn't expecting anything spectacular. He slid down a bit more and nuzzled Peter's cock, overwhelmed that he was even doing it.

Peter had begun to laugh and say of course he hadn't either, but then Remus' face was in his groin and he was-- "Oh, God!" he exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch again. "Oh, oh, Remus, please!"

Remus' felt a surge of lust shoot through him that Peter was practically begging him. He didn't know he could cause that kind of desire in anyone! He didn't think twice about it after what Peter said, and he drew the flat of his tongue up the underside of Peter's cock, moaning at the taste and feel of it. Oh fuck, this was amazing!

Peter's breathing went ragged at that first surge of pleasure that washed through him. He whimpered again and squirmed a little, trying to keep his hips still through the amazing wet heat against his cock. "Re--Remus--"

Remus loved that reaction. He wanted more and he almost couldn't believe the rush of confidence it gave him to be able to get Peter to squirm with pleasure and make sounds like that. He greedily curled his fingers around the base of Peter's cock and carefully closed his mouth around the head. There were little droplets of come there that tasted salty and Remus exhaled a shaky breath through his nose at how good that was and automatically drew his tongue against the slit for more.

Peter couldn't manage any words after that. He wanted to tell Remus how good it was, but all he could do was whimper and bury his hands in Remus' hair, panting.

Remus lapped at Peter's slit a few more times, whimpering a little himself at how amazing this was, then he wanted more. He wasn't sure how to do it and he worried about his teeth, so he tried to open his mouth enough that they didn't scrape, but that he could still close his lips around Peter. He tucked his tongue along the underside of Peter's shaft and slid his lips down, the head of Peter's cock brushing the roof of his mouth. God, he had Peter's cock in his mouth. He reached back automatically and curled his fingers around himself at the thought.

"Ohhh," Peter managed, squirming a little. He revelled in the waves of pleasure washing through him, his fingers tightening in Remus' hair. "Ohh..." he gasped again. It was incredible, but it made him wonder, hazily, if he would last long enough for them to shag.

Remus tried not to stroke himself, but squeezing himself just a little did relieve some of the aching need he felt, and he tried to focus on Peter again, sliding his lips down farther until he couldn't go any deeper. He sucked a little bit, then pulled back, snaking his tongue back and forth along the underside of Peter's shaft as he did because he thought it might feel nice.

"Ah-aha--Remus--" Peter managed, arching his neck and pressing his head back into the pillow. "Wuh--won't be long--" His body was already aching for release, but he didn't want to come before they shagged. Though he supposed if Remus wanted to shag him first... He took a gaspy breath and held it, his mouth open just a little. Merlin, this was incredible.

That reaction made Remus bolder still, and he slid his lips down again, this time taking Peter a bit faster and sucking on him a bit more. He tried desperately not to stroke himself, but he loosened his grip and let his fingers trail teasingly over his own cock. "Mmph." So good, he thought, but couldn't exactly express. He drew back and took Peter again.

Oh Merlin. Peter tried to warn Remus, but he ended up just making a high-pitched noise that was too much like a squeak for his liking. He blinked rapidly, his whole body tensing, and then he came.

Remus choked slightly and Peter was pulsing into his mouth, hot and salty fluid... God, Peter is coming in my mouth! It was so strange a sensation Remus just sort of let it happen, and then pulled back once Peter was done, a little too distracted with what he should do with the come in his mouth to take in the way Peter looked right now. After a moment, he settled for swallowing it, which felt odd, but not bad, and made him blush regardless. He sat back on his knees and finally looked at Peter, who looked utterly pleased, and stroked a hand over his thigh. Peter should look like that all the time, he thought, breathless and still touching himself absently.

That was...Peter couldn't even think of words for how that was. He slumped back and watched Remus from under half-lowered eyelids. "You're gorgeous," he murmured, his lips curling. "You're so wonderful." He held out his arms, wanting to hold Remus, even though he was also enjoying the sight of Remus sort of stroking himself like that. He wondered if Remus would let him watch while he wanked. It wasn't quite what they'd planned, but Merlin, that would just be... His gaze heated.

Remus grinned lazily. He was reluctant to let go of himself, but he leaned down and pressed his face to Peter's neck, hips automatically rocking against Peter once their bodies were pressed together. "God, that was amazing," he breathed, trying not to squirm with need.

"Yeah, you were," Peter whispered breathlessly. He ran his palms down Remus' back slowly, then squeezed his arse a little. "You were really sexy just then," he murmured, and despite what they'd just done, he blushed at the thought of what he was trying to say. "When you...were touching yourself," he added, and bit his lip.

Remus blushed and he was glad his face was up against Peter's neck. "Uhm... t-thanks." Remus wasn't sure if thanks was the right response. All he knew was that if Peter didn't touch him or suck him or let Remus shag him soon he might explode, and he rocked his hips against Peter again to make that point.

Peter grinned and squeezed Remus' arse again, more firmly. "What do you want most?" he whispered, and turned his head to lick the edge of Remus' ear.

"An orgasm," Remus blurted, then laughed, only it came out a little choked. "Touch me, or... suck me... or let me..." God, the shagging was still a little intimidating, no matter how much Remus wanted it. He trailed off the sentence and hoped Peter knew what he meant.

That made Peter laugh, but he squeezed Remus' arse again. "D'you want to shag me?" His voice was barely a whisper; he wanted that, but suddenly his throat was dry.

"Yes," Remus breathed, panting a little against Peter's neck. "I'm nervous though," he admitted, rocking his hips again without meaning to.

Peter shifted enough to kiss Remus hungrily. "I...I am, too," he murmured. "But I want to." He ran his hands along Remus' back again, thinking this had already been the best night of his life.

Remus melted into the kiss, then looked down at Peter, biting his lip. "I want to, too." He gave Peter a look that was more than a little reverent, then shifted away a moment to dig his wand out of his trousers. When he returned, he kissed Peter again, bracing with one arm while his wand hand stayed near Peter's hip. "Are you sure?"

"God, yes!" Peter said, unable to repress an excited, anxious grin. He ran his fingers along Remus' arm and watched him. "I--don't exactly know what to do," he said. Then he felt silly, of course Remus would know that.

Remus blinked at him for a moment, then smiled sheepishly. "Like... at all?"

Peter raised his eyebrows. "Well, I mean, I know where you put it," he said, watching Remus. Oh, Merlin, Remus did know what to do, didn't he?

"Oh, God, okay," Remus said, relieved. "Um... all right. Ah, I've been... studying... a little bit." Remus tapped his wand against Peter's hip to remind him it was there, but didn't do any spell. "This might feel a little... weird." He knew because he'd been trying them out on himself to see if they worked.

Peter actually twitched a little when Remus tapped him, but nothing happened, and Peter let out an embarrassed giggle. "I mentioned I was a bit nervous, yeah?" He reached up to stroke his fingertips over Remus' chest, reassuring himself that no matter what, they loved each other. It might not be very good the first time, he knew that. He'd heard talk, after all. It didn't matter, this was Remus. Anything was going to be good.

He licked his lips. "Right, go on then."

"Okay," Remus said, trying not to think on how Peter had just flinched, but on the way Peter told him to go ahead and the fingers on his chest. "I just... couldn't stop thinking about it... while you were gone... so I..." Remus started to explain that he'd been studying again, nervous, then stopped himself and tapped Peter's hip again, this time whispering the charms for stretching and lubrication under his breath. He glanced up at Peter to see his reaction.

Peter's eyes widened as the charms took. He kept staring at Remus, because Remus was why he wanted this. "Yeah..." he breathed, "strange, but..." Oh, Merlin, Remus was going to put his cock there! Peter felt his cheeks get hot as he looked at Remus, but he couldn't look away. "God, Remus." He shifted a little, taking in the way it felt.

Remus stared into Peter's eyes for a long moment, sort of frozen between fear and excitement. The excitement mostly because his cock kept reminding him very adamantly that it needed attention. He put his wand down to the side and gripped himself, whimpering a little, but rather than do anything with it, he leaned down and kissed Peter's chest softly. God, he was going to die right now. Well and truly just kick it. "Tell me when you're ready," he managed to say, trying not to stroke himself again.

"Just--just--now, Remus, God," Peter managed, running his hands over Remus' skin. He stared at Remus' hand wrapped around his own erection and then shifted, thinking maybe Remus needed more room. His own body was starting to tense, but he thought it would be all right once they were actually doing it. He dropped one hand to curl around his cock, wanting to wake it up a bit.

"Okay," Remus whispered against Peter's chest, and his hand immediately felt unsteady. He shifted a little anyway and lined himself up, drawing a fingertip along Peter's perineum to his pucker to guide himself, then pushed inside, gasping immediately and panting even though he'd only just pushed the head of his cock in. "God!"

"Oh..oh..." Peter managed, his breathing going ragged. He shifted a little and then took a long breath, forcing himself to relax. "God, Remus," he breathed.

Peter hadn't told him to stop and Remus needed more. God, he needed more. His body was so desperate for release by now, he might come before they really got started. He forced himself to be steady and slow and pushed in a little deeper. "Oh, God, Peter, I need..." more "...are you okay?"

Oh, Merlin, that felt incredible--strange, and almost uncomfortable, but fascinating and pleasurable, too. Peter nodded, panting, and clutched at Remus. "Fine, great!" he agreed. He concentrated for a moment and squeezed a little with his muscles, watching Remus' face hungrily.

Remus kept pushing in, and then gasped, his eyes meeting Peter's in surprise as Peter clenched around him. It took him a moment to catch his breath again, but when he did, he pushed inside until he was fully sheathed. Oh my God, I-- I'm inside of Peter! "Oh, fuck," was all he managed to whisper, panting at the tight ring of muscle around the base of his cock and the way it made his entire body feel like it was melting.

Peter made a noise of wanting, plain and simple, at the look on Remus' face. That was incredible. He shifted a little and pulled his knees up to give Remus more room. "Rem--" he began, and broke off with a groan at the way Remus moved inside him. God, inside him! This was--"Fuck!" he echoed, his expression twisting with the strange combination of pleasure and strange not-quite-discomfort.

"Oh... fuck." It was the only word Remus could seem to form all of a sudden. He rolled his hips a bit, moving inside of Peter without pulling out at all, and it drew a ragged breath from him. "Fu--" Remus tried to laugh at himself then, but all that came out was a funny sort of breath. "M'sorry," he apologised for the sudden and rather intense urge to swear. A lot. "So good. Amazing." There, that was better.

Half panting and half laughing, Peter snaked an arm around Remus' neck and pulled him down for a kiss. That would shut them both up. It also changed the way things felt down there, which made him whimper into the kiss. God, he hadn't imagined it would be so good!

Remus moaned as the change in position changed everything, and without thinking he pulled out a bit and thrust shallowly, making a small, high pitched noise of need into Peter's mouth and then thrusting again. Oh, this was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt. Peter's chest against his, Peter's lips and tongue on him, and his cock buried in tight heat that made his toes curl. God, he hoped he would last longer than he felt like he would.

Peter moaned, then cried out, breaking the kiss. "God yes!" he managed, arching against Remus. "More!" He pulled Remus down for another kiss. It was fantastic, better than anything he'd ever imagined, and it was Remus, it was perfect.

The sent pure lust coursing through Remus' body and he pistoned his hips again, this time taking Peter deeper and harder than before. "Oh, Peter!" he moaned, kissing Peter hungrily as his body picked up a rhythm, like it knew what to do instinctively, like he was meant to be with Peter like this.

Remus' thrusts drove little noises of enjoyment and need from Peter. He clutched at Remus and whispered, "Yes, yes," clenching around Remus' cock. Remus' frantic thrusts excited him until he abandoned dignity and moaned loudly.

Oh, God! Remus echoed Peter, breaking their kiss to press his face against Peter's neck so he could focus on what he was doing. One of his hands grasped at one of Peter's thighs and he could feel Peter's hand moving between them. Remus could barely control himself anymore and Peter seemed to like it, so he let go, burying himself in Peter desperately. "I'm going to--" he gasped, but couldn't finish, and curled his fingers tightly in Peter's hair. "Mmph, God!"

Peter cried out again, fisting his cock and feeling the zings through his body that said he was getting close. He locked the fingers of his free hand in Remus' hair, tugging lightly and lifting his head for another kiss. He felt hungry, despite having so much of Remus right now, he wanted more.

It was all too much suddenly. Remus couldn't even try to warn Peter before his balls had tightened and he came inside of Peter, sending spasms of pleasure through his entire body as he drove into Peter a few more times until he was spent, clutching at Peter and moaning. It was unbelievable what he was doing, but it felt too good to even care.

"Fuck, Remus!" Peter gasped, his eyes widening at the hot flood, at the noises Remus was making. It was impossible to believe he could make Remus act like this. He tensed, his muscles clenching around Remus, as he strained for his own release. He stroked himself furiously, panting and watching Remus' face. Close, he was close-- And then he came, with a low groan, still staring at his boyfriend--Merlin, his lover!

"Mmmhh, yes," Remus mumbled, collapsing down against Peter once he was through, not caring a bit about the damp stickiness between them now. He nuzzled Peter's neck, kissing it softly, then unworked his fingers from Peter's hair. They stroked Peter's neck for a moment until Remus caught his breath a little more. "Thank you," he murmured. He was still inside Peter, though he was softening, and he really didn't care to pull out just yet.

Peter slid his hand out from between them so he could wrap his arms around Remus, holding on to him. "Remus," he breathed. It felt unreal, like he hadn't realised what they'd just done, and yet he felt better than he'd ever felt after just a wank, better even than the times they'd got off together. He felt like he belonged to Remus. He smiled, his eyes sliding almost shut. "I love you."

Remus smiled, kissing Peter's neck and then shifting to pull out finally, with a little wince, because he suddenly thought maybe Peter wouldn't want him just there for no good reason. "Did you... did you like it?"

"God, yes," Peter said, beaming at him. "That...I never thought...Yes. Did...did you?"

"Yes," Remus replied without hesitation. "We need to do that again. And often."

Peter grinned and nodded, then kissed Remus thoroughly. When their lips parted, he pushed gently, trying to guide Remus off so they could snuggle up together. He wanted Remus' arms around him.

Remus shifted and reached out for where he'd laid his wand earlier when he'd done the sex charms. He cleaned them up a bit and then snuggled up against Peter, wrapping his upper arm and leg over Peter. "We're going to be useless tomorrow. It's got to be near one. And I still think you owe me one before we leave," he teased. Peter had got off twice, and Remus really didn't care at all about that, except that he really wanted to know what it felt like when he'd sucked Peter earlier.

"Mmm, all right," Peter murmured, pressing against him happily. He kissed Remus' chest and sighed. "Give me a bit to recover," he teased. His arse was actually a little sore now, though it was definitely a good sort of sore. It was like his body could still remember that pleasure. He relaxed into Remus' embrace, thinking idly about what he could do for Remus.

Remus laughed softly. "Oh, don't worry. I'm not ready yet." He sighed happily. "You're amazing," he mused softly. "You know that?"

"I'm amazing?" Peter repeated, pleased. "You just shagged me rotten and you think I'm amazing? You're daft." He kissed Remus' neck, grateful that Remus would think that.

"Yeah, but you let me." Remus grinned and pushed up a bit to kiss Peter.

"Mmm." Peter met the kiss eagerly, glad Remus felt as strongly about this as he did. It was wonderful and incredible to think they could do this again and again, that their relationship was just getting better as it went on. This, he thought, was perfection.