011: Let's never tell James what we did on his cloak... Peter was sprawled on his stomach in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room, writing a letter to his mum. He'd taken to writing to her more often since Christmas. He still sometimes felt guilty for being able to get away from the house in Glasgow, because it was easier, away from the house where he'd grown up, to sort of ignore the fact that his dad wasn't there.
After a while, the warmth of the fire and the flickering light began to make him feel sleepy, so he lowered his head onto his arms and just watched the flames.
Remus stepped through the portrait hole and wandered into the common room. It was getting late and he was tired, but fortunately he didn't have rounds tonight. He stopped for a moment and watched Peter, smiling to himself, and then headed that way, laying down on his stomach next to Peter so that their shoulders touched. "Hey, no sleeping in the common room," he said in a mock authoritative tone, then dropped his head on his arms too, grinning at his boyfriend.
Peter jumped a little when Remus spoke, though he realised at once who it was. He turned his head to glare at him, but he couldn't hold it, and he grinned at Remus.
"M'not asleep," he said in as cheeky a tone as he could mustre when he was this sleepy. "Maybe your eyesight's going."
"No, no," Remus said, nudging Peter. "My hair might already be greying, but my eyes are fine, thank you."
Peter laughed and shifted a little so he could stretch his arm out and brush his fingers against Remus' hair. "I like your hair. Makes you different."
Remus rolled his eyes, snatched Peter's arm and tucked it under his head for a pillow. "Coming in faster than I can yank them. Seventeen going on eighty," he grumbled, snuggling down on the rug, nestling his head against Peter's elbow, and closing his eyes.
"You're handsome," Peter said, smiling and shifting a little closer. He wondered what his dad would have thought about Peter being queer. He hoped he would have been glad Peter was happy. His dad had always liked Remus, at least. He lowered his eyelids a little and watched the firelight on Remus' face.
Remus' lips quirked, but he didn't open his eyes. "Daft." He wished he had the stones to actually really snuggle up against Peter right here. The fire was warm and relaxing enough.
"M'not," Peter said, still smiling. He wanted to wrap his arms around Remus and pull him close, but that would jostle Remus, and anyway, people might notice. He wasn't sure if Remus would want that, even if their friends were all right with their relationship. For that matter, as much as Peter wanted it, he wasn't sure if he was even ready for that.
Remus shifted a bit on Peter's arm, then teased, "You need to eat more. Elbow's too boney." He rolled over on his back and put his hands behind his head, eyes still closed and grinning lazily. "Long day?" he asked, as though he wasn't about to fall asleep himself.
"Mm, it was all right," Peter said. "But someone kept me up late last night." He grinned at Remus, because bed curtains and silencing charms were a very good combination. "And the fire's very cozy."
At that, Remus opened his yes and turned his head to give Peter a mischievous smile. "I've no idea what you're talking about. Funny, though, I slept poorly as well." Though, he'd quite enjoyed what he'd done instead of sleeping. Remus shifted closer, having rolled away when he moved onto his back and lowered his voice. "A bit futile doing all the studying we've been doing if we keep making each other useless in class," he mumbled, grinning, then nudged Peter with his leg.
Peter giggled and nudged Remus back. "But our sort of studying is so much better," he said, trying to pout. It was hard to do when he just wanted to laugh. "You're bloody distracting when it comes to the school sort of studying."
"Mmm, you'll need to find yourself a new study partner then. Can't have that on my conscience," Remus teased, nudging Peter harder.
"Oi," Peter said softly. He was going to tickle Remus the next time he got nudged. "You trying to ditch me?" He nudged Remus back, because he really just wanted an excuse to tickle Remus.
"Never." Remus smiled at Peter for a moment, then kicked his foot.
"Good thing," Peter said, and slid a hand over to crook his fingers against Remus' ribs.
Remus made a high pitched noise, squirmed, and then shoved at Peter's side. "Oh, don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me angry!" he gasped playfully, then tickled Peter back, more relentlessly than Peter had him.
Peter gasped and flailed, trying not to hurt Remus but trying to catch his wrists and make him stop. Of course, Remus was more agile than he, and finally Peter collapsed, giggling breathlessly, in surrender. He watched Remus, feeling stupidly happy. "I love you," he whispered between gasps for breath.
He wasn't sure how he did it, but Remus managed to circumvent Peter's attept to grap his wrists, and grab Peter's instead. It was only then that he realised he'd wrestled his way on top of Peter, and he darted a quick glance around the common room, then leaned down to kiss Peter once he was sure it was clear to do so.
Oh, that was...Peter thought he might melt with happiness. He smiled up at Remus.
Remus kissed Peter again because the expression on his face was just beautiful, and then rolled off Peter to lay on his side next to him. They couldn't start getting too bold, after all.
Peter didn't move, except to turn his head and continue smiling at Remus. He knew they couldn't act like this often, not here, but it would be so nice to be able to snuggle up together in front of the fire.
Remus grinned at him and reached out to brush Peter's fringe back... then had to force his hands to stay to themselves. "Love you," he whispered.
"Sometimes I think it's funny," Peter said softly, "that this year the best thing and the worst thing in my life both happened." He paused. "Sometimes I even wonder if it's because God knew I needed you to get through...losing Dad. But maybe God doesn't really exist. I don't know."
Remus bit his lip and looked at Peter's face, suddenly at a loss for words. "I don't really know about all that, Pete," he said quietly. "I'm just glad I can help just by being here." Remus shrugged and shifted. "My parents... my mum, actually... she went to church a lot after... well, after. But, she stopped after a while." Remus thought she was praying for a miracle, but he just kept changing every month.
"After...oh." Peter nodded. After a while he slid his hand across the floor to brush Remus' cheek. "You do. Everything's better with you," he whispered.
Remus reached up and curled his fingers around Peter's, then brushed his lips to them. "Same could be said of you."
Peter smiled again, his eyes lighting up. "Really?"
Remus nodded, then laughed a little. "Don't act so surprised."
Still smiling, Peter shrugged. "I just...you know." He laughed a little. "I'm glad."
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Valentines Day. Remus had never considered the day with apprehension before this year, but he had little butterflies in his stomach as he considered it this year. Would Peter expect a gift? Or would Peter think it was silly to suddenly start exchanging Valentines presents after knowing each other so long?
He turned it over in his head as he laid in bed, then laughed out loud to himself at the idea of him and Peter in Madam Puddifoot's.
Peter woke up earlier than usual and stretched, looking up at the canopy and wondering if he should give Remus the little box of sweets he'd bought. When he heard Remus laugh, he sat up, curious. But Remus' curtains were still drawn around his bed. Odd, he thought. He got up stealthily and glanced around the dorm, then sneaked onto Remus' bed, pulling the curtains closed behind him. He found his boyfriend awake and alone, which made the laughter even more confusing.
"Hi," he whispered.
Remus immediately reached up and pulled Peter close as Peter climbed in, then shifted enough to pull his wand out to put up a silencing charm (the seemed to be needing those a lot more often lately, and it never hurt to be prepared.) Once he cast the charm, he immediately snuggled up next to Peter before he answered, "Hullo. I like waking up to this, you know."
"Mmm." Peter shifted so he could rest his head on Remus' shoulder. "I do, too." He'd begun to think maybe they should get a flat together after leaving school, so they could wake up like this every morning. "Happy Valentine's Day," he muttered, feeling a little silly but liking it.
Remus grinned and kissed Peter's hair. "I was just thinking about that," Remus said quietly, stroking his hand down Peter's side happily. "Did you want to do something? I mean, I'm fairly certain James is lying about Evans, but if he isn't... well, Sirius." He wanted to do something, but he was worried they'd wind up with a surly Sirius if James really did have a date with Evans.
He couldn't really have a date with Evans, could he?
Peter snickered. "James has to be lying, doesn't he? But we can do something with Sirius, I don't mind. He'll probably sulk if we all have dates and he doesn't." Then he laughed. "Merlin, the idea of us having dates when Sirius doesn't...that's just..." He laughed again.
Remus smiled and squeezed Peter. "I know. I-- oh, well, maybe he'll have a date, actually." Remus shfted a little, then drew the covers up over them before sliding his hand under Peter's pyjamas to run it over Peter's stomach. "What do you want to do if he does?"
Shivering at that touch, Peter smiled. "What should we do? We could use one of the secret passages to snog in." He laughed. "Though I suppose that isn't very romantic."
"Hey, I thought it was nice before," Remus said, his tone playfully defensive. Truthfully, it had probably been romantic only because Peter had just told him he loved him. "We could sneak out and go somewhere," he suggested.
Peter grinned at him. "Prefect Lupin suggesting we sneak out?" He gasped in mock astonishment. "Have somewhere in mind?" He quite liked that idea.
"Shut up," Remus said playfully, laughing a little. "I don't wear my badge in bed... though maybe I should start," he added, giving Peter a little eyebrow waggle. "Hmn, not really."
"I dunno, the prefect badges might be charmed," Peter said. "Wouldn't want you to get sent down for buggery." He nuzzled Remus' neck and then kissed it. "Especially since I like it so much." Though he suddenly had an image of Remus in uniform, badge shining on his collar, pushing him against a wall. "Mmm. Maybe you should, though..."
Remus' smile faltered a bit as he imagined "catching" Peter out after curfew and... oh God! If he wasn't careful, he might wind up excited right now. "Maybe... I could..."
Peter hummed. "Oh, Prefect Lupin, sir, please don't take house points," he murmured, kissing the spot beneath Remus' ear. "I'll do anything, sir." He gave Remus a wicked little grin.
Remus made a noise of desire in the back of his throat, but he was a bit too embarrassed to play along. Instead he threaded his fingers through Peter's hair and pulled him in for a hungry kiss.
"Mmm." Peter met that kiss eagerly, working one knee between Remus'. It was a bad idea to get worked up before breakfast, but Merlin did this feel good.
Remus gasped softly, but thrust up against Peter's thigh without a second thought, already too excited to stop. "You're wicked," he murmured against Peter's lips.
"You love it," Peter whispered, and then moved down to take Remus into his mouth.
After classes let out for the day, Peter loitered around outside the Gryffindor common room, ducking behind a statue when he saw James and Sirius come in. He and Remus had, unsurprisingly, never got around to deciding what they were going to do that night, and he thought it might be nice to have decided something before they talked to the others. He'd fidgeted his way through classes all day, not paying attention to the Valentines charms and heart-shaped clouds that followed people around through the passages. He hadn't given Remus the chocolate yet, thinking it would make a good gift that evening. He wondered if he should have given it to him earlier, though.
Remus slipped inside the common room, bag slung over his arm, absently toying with his badge (which Peter had insisted putting on him this morning after Remus had teased that he'd been thoroughly persuaded not to dock points.) He looked up and saw Peter sort of half standing behind a statue and furrowed his brows questioningly before heading that way. "Not hiding from me, are you?" he half teased.
"Not you," Peter said, grinning. "I just wondered if we know what we're doing. Tonight, I mean. Heard anything about James and Evans? Anything reliable, I mean," he added hastily.
"Yes!" Remus said, a look of pure amazement suddenly washing over his face. "I heard Evans telling Bones today in History of Magic that she really hoped she wouldn't regret it, but that she was fairly certain she could cast a hex that would tie 'Potter's' bits into a knot if he tried anything." He paused, then wrinkled his nose. "Do you think we ought to warn him?"
"My God," Peter breathed, shaking his head in astonishment. He blinked at Remus for a minute, then said, "Well, if he doesn't know to be on his best behaviour, he's an utter git, and he deserves to have his bits hexed into knots."
Remus smiled at the look on Peter's face, certain he'd looked that way himself when he heard the words come out of Evans' mouth, then considered what Peter said before nodded. "You're right." Merlin, it was stupid how much he wished he didn't have to stand a safe distance away from Peter when everyone else was bustling about the common room. "Talked to Sirius?"
"Not yet. Wanted to see you first." Remus was just close enough that Peter wanted to reach out and touch him. He shoved his hands in his pockets instead. "I suppose we ought to keep him entertained tonight..."
"I'm flattered," Remus joked. He really wanted to kiss Peter. Instead he nudged Peter a bit with the back of his hand. "Unless he has a date, yeah."
A wonderful idea hit Peter at those words. He looked at his boyfriend in excitement. "Merlin, Remus, you managed to get me a date with a girl! Go find Sirius someone to spend the evening with!" Maybe Janet Merrow would like Sirius better than she'd liked Peter.
"I-- Oh. I-- He might have someone, and Merlin, it's short notice," Remus blurted, surprised.
"Oh, true." Peter shrugged. "Well...we'll just have to find out." He smiled at Remus. "It doesn't matter, I just want to be with you. Whatever we end up doing."
The universe had clearly turned upside down. James was going out with Lily and he and Peter had one another, and yet Sirius was empty handed. Remus promised to find someone and Sirius actually agreed on the terms that whoever Remus found "had large ones she wouldn't mind sharing." Remus wasn't entirely sure that Susan Ferrier would want to "share," but the possibility was enough to keep Sirius occupied. He only hoped she wouldn't wind up hating both of them later.
By the time Remus had sorted everything out, it was actually starting to get a bit late, and he hoped he hadn't gone to all that trouble if Peter wasn't going to feel like going out anymore. He flopped down on Peter's bed (the dorm was amazingly quiet, with everyone out and about with their special someone) and grinned. "I think it's now or never. We have to decide what to do... and I really hope Ferrier hasn't been taking lessons in hexing from Evans."
Peter grinned. "Me too, but hopefully she'll aim them at Sirius and not you!" He kissed Remus quickly, then said, "So I had an idea, I don't know if you'd want to, but I thought, after last summer, and...well, it'll be cold but..." He was babbling. He stopped for a moment, then said, "What if we Apparated to Blackpool?"
Remus smiled at Peter and curled a hand around his thigh. "Okay. We know warming charms," he said. "Only you'll have to Apparate us both."
Nodding, Peter kissed him again and then pulled away to climb off the bed. "Right, we'll need to get out of the castle first." He got his cloak and the box of chocolates he'd bought Remus, tucking them safely in a pocket.
"Right," Remus agreed, sitting up. He furrowed his brow in thought and then jumped up and crossed the room to James' bed, crawling half underneath it. When he reemerged, his hands were missing... or rather buried under James' invisibility cloak. "Don't think he'll be needing this. Well, hopefully he won't."
Peter giggled. "If he does, he's in more trouble than that'll get him out of." He helped Remus get the cloak settled around them, stealing one more kiss. Then they made their way out of Gryffindor tower and to one of the secret passages leading from the school. Once they were free of the Apparation boundaries, he stopped walking. "It...well, it probably won't be as exciting this time of year," he said apologetically.
Remus grinned and kissed Peter, drawing it out for a moment before pulling back to look at him and ignoring the way the invisibillity cloak pushed his hair around. "It will be for me. I've never been." Besides, he was with Peter, which was exciting in and of itself.
"God, I'm ridiculously happy with you," Peter blurted, and kissed Remus again. He smiled at him, then pulled him close and concentrated on a private spot he knew at Blackpool. They Disapparated with a CRACK.
Remus felt the squeeze, then they popped into exsistance someplace new. Remus leaned into Peter, nuzzling his neck for a moment and holding him close. "It's mutual." He pulled back and glanced around through the cloak, and when he was sure no one was around, he pulled it off them, shrunk it, and stuck it in his pocket. He immediately sucked in a breath as a gust of cold sea air hit them, and cast a warming charm quickly over both of them, then grinned up at Peter. "Lead the way," he said, then laced his fingers with Peter's, glad they were alone.
Peter led them along the strand, pulling Remus close to him as they walked. "It's too bad it's too late for the shops to be open. We could get some Blackpool Rock and fizzy drinks." He laughed. "But the ocean's nice, isn't it? I loved lying out here in the sun, listening to the waves." He hoped this wasn't stupid. He'd missed Remus while his family was on holiday, and since this had been where he'd realised he liked blokes...it felt like Remus would like it, too.
"I rather like being out here under the stars, listening to you." Oh, Remus hoped Peter wasn't going to think him a horrible sop. He squeezed Peter's hand and breathed in the salt air.
Peter laughed and wrapped his arms around Remus, pulling them both to a stop. "God, Remus, I love you," he whispered, holding him tightly. "I feel so lucky and so grateful." He nuzzled Remus' hair, smiling.
That was nice. Remus sifted his fingers through Peter's hair. "I love you, too," he said, turning his head into Peter's touch. They stayed like that for a moment, and then Remus pulled away, shifting to pull the cloak back out of his pocket, which he unshrunk, shook out and laid on the ground (with some help from sticking charms, as the wind was still blowing, magically warmed around them.) He settled on the makeshift blanket and held his hand up to Peter. Once Peter joined him, he leaned over against Peter's side, looking out at the waves. "Wish I lived near the ocean," he muttered.
Peter snuggled against Remus, holding him close. "We should--" he began, then stumbled over the words and tried to think quickly. "We should come back over the Easter hols," he said. That was a much safer suggestion than the one that had nearly fallen out of his mouth: We should try to find somewhere to live near the ocean, then, when we leave school. That, he was afraid, might be too presumtuous.
Remus' heart jumped at what he thought Peter might say, and then felt silly when Peter finished. It wasn't like they'd been dating for years or anything, even if they'd known each other years and Remus couldn't imagine ever wanting anyone else as much as he wanted to be with Peter. "Yeah, I'd like that," he murmured. "What are you going to do after school? You know, other than Auror training?"
The question sent a thrill through Peter; was Remus thinking along the same lines he was? He kept his gaze on the water, which he hoped would make him less nervous than looking at Remus. "I...um. Well, I thought I might ask, just, er, just in case...you might want us to--to get a flat or something somewhere?" He swallowed and added hastily, "We could live by the ocean."
"We could?!" Remus blurted, turning to look into Peter's face with obvious surprised delight on his own. "We could," he said a little more evenly, but he couldn't wipe the ridiculous grin off his face. "If you wanted to. We don't have to live by the sea." Remus was too delighted to worry that he sounded over eager.
"I'd like living by the sea," Peter said, beaming at him. He knew it was stupid to feel so relieved--why would Remus have said no?--but he did. He was relieved and excited and giddy. He all but pounced on Remus, kissing him happily and nearly knocking them both over.
Remus made a noise of surprise at the way Peter kissed him, then curled his fingers into Peter's cloak and pulled him down against the blanket without breaking the kiss. His tongue slid happily over Peter's until he was nearly breathless, then he pulled away to look down at Peter, grinning. "I'm glad you do."
"Oh, Remus, it'll be fantastic, we'll be so happy," Peter babbled, holding on to Remus and watching his face. "It'll be wonderful."
Remus laughed, pleased Peter didn't think he was being silly and that Peter seemed as happy about it as he did. "It will be, and we will be, and I love you soo much."
Peter kissed him passionately, stroking a hand over Remus' hair. "I love you, I love you," he whispered. "Oh, Merlin, and I've probably crushed your chocolate." He rolled off Remus for a moment to fish the box out of his pocket, then rolled back on top of him to present it.
Remus laughed again, breathless this time. "They'll still taste good," Remus murmured, then felt guilty that he'd been indecisive enough not to have gotten anything. "I'm sorry, I didn't know if we were giving gifts. I think... I think I need to stop over-thinking this," he said sheepishly, taking the box from Peter and kissing him softly.
"I just like any excuse to give you presents," Peter confessed, feeling a little silly. He kissed Remus again.
Remus brushed his thumb over Peter's cheek, barely believing this was real, that he was lying on a beach in the middle of February with Peter, kissing him and talking about moving in together after school! Suddenly, Remus didn't care that everything was changing. "Thank you," Remus whispered. "Do you want one?" he asked, thinking he'd rather just snog on the beach for the remainder of the night.
Peter shook his head. "Thanks, but no." He stroked his fingers through Remus' hair again. "Just you." He kissed Remus, softly at first, then gaining in passion.
Remus hummed into the kiss, curling his fingers against Peter's sides and pulling Peter against him as tightly as he could. He tried, briefly, to look back behind them to make sure there was still no one around, but found he really couldn't be arsed to care, and deepened the kiss.
Giddy with happiness, Peter made a quiet noise and buried his fingers in Remus' hair, pressing against him. He thought of himself on the beach here this summer, watching happy couples walking past, furtively admiring blokes in their bathing trunks, and wanted to laugh. He'd never imagined he could have this happiness for himself.
Remus finally pulled away breathless, not really wanting too, but Merlin, they couldn't wind up having sex here. He smiled up at Peter, wishing they didn't have to go back to school at all. "This is... God, this is the most perfect night ever." Even if he did have to run around getting a date for Sirius and they'd left out late. That seemed like ages ago already.
"Better than New Year's?" Peter asked teasingly. He traced Remus' cheek and kissed him softly. "Every night with you is better than the last." God, he sounded like a soppish idiot. But he couldn't help it, it was true.
"Yeah," Remus replied honestly. New Year's had been brilliant, amazing actually, but it had also been sort of terrifying. He liked this comfort with each other. "You know, my subconscious got us champagne that night and we didn't even touch it," he said, his lips quirking into an amused grin. They'd been more interested in touching each other.
Peter giggled. "We'll have to have champagne for your birthday, then," he said. He leaned down and nuzzled Remus' cheek, trailing kisses across his jaw to whisper in his ear, "We'll make time for just us on your birthday, after the Marauders celebrate."
Remus sighed at the way Peter's lips ghosted across his skin and he shifted, trying to just enjoy it and not let it excite him. "Good. Okay," Remus replied absently, letting his eyes flutter shut at the way that whisper, the warm breath in his ear, made him shiver.
"Remus," Peter breathed, "Remus John Lupin. I love you." He nuzzled Remus' cheek, then kissed his lips again. He hadn't given it much thought, but he'd never really considered himself the sort of person who would whisper things like that, who would be tender and sweet. But Remus made him want to say those things. Remus was the most wonderful thing in Peter's life.
"Peter," Remus whispered, wrapping his arms around Peter and grinning. Then he opened his eyes and binked once or twice before shifting to look at Peter. "Hang on, how is it I don't know your middle name by now?" he asked, half amused and half surprised by the realisation.
Peter snickered and kissed Remus. "Seven years, and you don't know it? Moony, I'm hurt." He shook his head. "You'll have to guess."
"My guess is that if I don't know it yet, you don't have one," Remus relpied, giving Peter a playful smirk.
Peter laughed aloud. "Wrong," he said. "I'll give you a clue: It's Scottish."
Remus gave him a look, though his eyes were amused. "If you don't just tell me, I'll tickle you... and if we roll around out here, you'll wind up with sand down your pants."
Peter sucked in a breath and said, "You wouldn't!" but he knew, without a doubt, that Remus would. "Torturing your boyfriend?"
Remus danced his fingers down Peter's sides, giving him just a taste. "Last chance, Pettigrew."
"P-P-Preston!" Peter gasped, arching away from Remus' fingers. "It's Preston!"
Remus grinned and used Peter's backward momentum to roll them so that he was on top, then he kissed Peter soundly before pulling away and grinning down at Peter. "Peter Preston Pettigrew? That's the best name I've ever heard!" he exclaimed, laughing a little and immediately kissing Peter's neck, drawing his tongue along the underside of Peter's jaw.
"Best name," Peter laughed when Remus pulled away, but then his laughter turned to a gasp. He shivered and arched his neck, smiling. "Oh, I'm glad you like it so much," he managed, burying his fingers in Remus' hair.
"Peter Preston Pettigrew," Remus murmured, sucking Peter's earlobe into his ear before dragging his tongue along the shell. "Peter P. Pettigrew. It's brilliant." He trailed kisses over Peter's cheek, then gave him a slow, affectionate kiss.
"You're a bit daft," Peter said, his tone happy. His body was responding enthusiastically to those kisses, which he had a feeling was dangerous--they couldn't exactly have sex right here on the beach. He stroked Remus' hair, ignoring the issue.
"I like words," Remus mumbled, kissing Peter again as one of his hands roamed Peter's chest. He could feel a sort of soft hardness under him and he knew Peter was likely fighting the same thing he had just moments earlier. "Going to get in trouble if you don't stop me," he whispered, nibbling Peter's jaw. He supposed if they got arrested and sent to some Muggle jail, they could get out easily enough, though he'd never actually cast an Obliviate before...
Dear Merlin, what had Peter done to him that he would even consider...?
Peter liked that Remus liked words. He was wondering if he'd ever told him that, and had opened his mouth to tell him then, when Remus nibbled at his jaw and he let out a quiet moan, sliding a hand down to grope Remus' arse. "The Muggles could catch us," he gasped.
"They could," Remus agreed, and licked over the Peter's neck, feeling Peter's pulse quicken beneath his tongue.
"Oh, fuck, Remus," Peter managed, shifting and angling his head to encourage him. They could get into so much trouble...
That caught the attention of Remus' cock, that was already expressing and interest before Peter swore like that. "You're not doing a very good job of dissuading me," he muttered, laughing a bit as he lapped at the hollow between Peter's collar bones.
"You're not helping," Peter pointed out breathlessly. He shifted and squeezed Remus' arse. He had a sudden desire to roll them over so he could pin Remus to the ground and shag him hard. Then he wondered how Remus could make him think things like that. Then he rolled them over and pinned Remus to the ground. "Want you," he whispered, and kissed him.
"Oh, God," Remus moaned, his tone a little desperate because he really couldn't believe what he was about to say next. "Have me. Fast, though."
"Won't take long, the way I'm feeling," Peter gasped, fumbling between them at Remus' trousers. "You're wicked, my wicked werewolf." He kissed Remus again, harder, more demanding. Trousers were out of the way soon enough and he couldn't resist rolling his cock against Remus', watching Remus' face hungrily.
"Told you the same this morning," Remus breathed, having a hard time speaking now from panting. "Fuck, this is insane," he gasped, but reached down and squeezed Peter's arse anyway, pulling Peter against him so that their cocks shifted together. "Oh!"
Remus was wicked, and Peter liked it. He pressed against Remus and whispered the charms to prepare him. "Fast, you said," he reminded Remus, and shifted, reaching down to guide himself to Remus' entrance. He didn't press inside, though, waiting for Remus' acknowledgement.
Remus whimpered and pushed down at the slight pressure, his hand dropping to his own cock and curling his fingers around it. "God, yes, go!" he begged, arching his neck back again to look at the beach behind them to make sure no one was there. "Come on," he whispered, wrapping a leg over Peter's hip and pulling Peter down to kiss him.
A surge of lust ran all through Peter at the sound of Remus begging like that; he pushed inside a little faster than he'd meant to, and then his hips were moving with no guidance needed. Remus' body and his fit together perfectly, making Peter think, every time, that they belonged together. He set a quick rhythm, sliding one hand down to tease and pinch lightly at Remus' nipples.
Remus gasped slightly at the quick entry, but his body settled, loosening around Peter, pliant to the way Peter thrust into him. He was certain the fact that they were in public was heightening his senses, and he gasped and arched, writhed under Peter's touches and the way Peter took him so confidently. He loved seeing Peter take control and be confident like this and his hand sped on his own cock, wrenching little whimpers of pleasure from him as he tried to keep from crying out like he wanted, whispering "Yes, yes, yes..." through tiny noises of pleasure.
"God, Remus, you're gorgeous," Peter panted, moving his arm under Remus' hips to pull them closer. "Love this, love you--" He could already feel the incredible passion and pleasure building inside him. "Not going to last long."
"Don't care, just don't stop," Remus babbled, not even realising that was a complete contradition. He moved his free hand to pinch his own nipple when Peter's hand moved away and brought his other leg to Peter's waist, locking them behind Peter, then couldn't stop himself from crying out at the angle. His entire lower body tightened with pleasure, and then it overflowed and he was coming between them, arching and twisting his fingertips around one hardened nub as he clenched around Peter's cock.
Peter had already been on the edge of coming himself, and watching Remus, feeling Remus' body tense around him, tore his climax from him. Peter groaned, driving into Remus harder for a couple more thrusts, and then he felt like he was exploding. He let out a ragged cry as he came, then collapsed down against Remus, breathing hard.
"Mmph," was all Remus could manage, pulling Peter close as they settled. It was the strangest feeling, feeling so sated and yet still wound up because anyone could walk up right now. He let out a shaky breath, thinking they should dress, but not ready to move. "Don't tell any of the other Prefects about this, Pettigrew," he murmured, kissing Peter's hair.
Peter laughed quietly and turned his head to kiss Remus' jaw. "No, want to keep you to myself," he whispered. "You're the only Prefect I want, Lupin."
"Good," Remus whispered, grinning, "because I'm not sharing our home by the sea."