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LMoM: 1979 (Part 22~ June 30, 1979)
Title: 1979
Today’s Date: June 30, 1979
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~1,000
Pairing: Remus alone, Gideon, Remus/Severus discussed
Kink(s): public wanking, nudists (I know, again! It’s the 70’s.)
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Summary: 1979: One of the worst years of Remus's life. Also, one of the best.
Today’s Episode: Gideon knows why Remus has been moping.
Notes: The possibly insane blpaintchart has agreed to speed beta and Brit pick for as long as she can stand it while I try this…so generous is my Chart!! Not only that, she is veritable font of ideas! Also, thank you to McKay for running this crazy thing.

Need to catch up? Here are the previous parts: Jan 1, Jan 15: Day, Jan 15: Night, Feb 2, Feb 9, Feb 20, Mar 10, Mar 24, Mar 25, Mar 25: Later, Mar 26, Mar 31, Apr 1, Apr 11, Apr 12, Apr 14, Apr 24, May 5, May 6, Jun 1, Jun 2




“All right. That’s it. Enough moping, mate.”

Two days ago, Gideon had pounced on Remus while he was pretending to read on the sofa, his eyes skimming over the same paragraph. Gideon had been much more his old self recently, Remus noted, only a faint trace of sadness permanently added to his gaze.

“Why would I be moping?” Remus asked. He’d been moping for a month, he just didn’t think anyone had noticed.

Gideon sighed. “Um. Let’s see. You were shagging that Snape bloke, and now you are not.” He gave Remus an understanding look, his eyebrows raised.

Remus felt his cheeks glow red. “You knew?”

“Please, Remus. Give me an ounce of credit. He was in your bed for almost a month.”

“Oh. Well. Yes.” Remus thought he might catch fire, he was so flushed. “But we set charms…”

“I’m an ace at charm-breaking. You know that.”

“Then you are a pervert.”

“True. In fact, on that theme, wait until you see what I have planned for our day away.”

“What day away?”

“The day away that is going to cure you of the moping.” Gideon stood up. “I’m taking you somewhere fun. You need it.” He sighed, and a shadow passed across his expression. “I won’t deny I could do with a bit of a laugh as well.”

Which was how Remus had ended up at Brighton, sitting in the lumpy pebbles, staring out at the endless sea, sunburned and crusted in salt, and still unable to stop obsessing about Severus.

Gideon had done his best, but Remus was just not ready to cheer up. He felt suspended in limbo, unable to move on until Severus turned up again and explained what the fuck was happening. The sun felt warm on his skin, and the sweet wind smelled of the sea, and the rhythmic pounding of the waves was soothing, but the ghostly memory of Severus was affixed to Remus’s side, haunting the peace of the place.

Gideon groaned, cracked open his eyes, and sat up from his blanket, stretching.

“Anyone nearby?” he asked.

Remus peered over his shoulders in both directions, but only the spectre of Severus, hovering at his shoulder, was within shouting distance.

“No.”

“So. Do you know what the Muggles have planned for this place?” Gideon asked with a smirk.

“No.”

“Nudie Beach.” Gideon waggled his eyebrows. “This time next year, everyone here will be starkers." Remus looked at him in disbelief. Gideon lowered his voice, even though no one could hear him. “Want to give it a go?” He was already loosening the drawstring of his swimming trunks.

“Ah-ha. So this is why we are here.” Remus had to grin. He had been waiting all day to find out why Gideon had picked this particular stretch of shoreline.

“That’s right. Strip down while we have a chance.” Without another word, Gideon pulled off his trunks and ran, bollock naked, to the water’s edge, splashing into the icy waves with a yelp and then plunging in, his red head popping up a short distance from shore, his hands waving wildly. Remus was forced to wonder how a nice wolf like him ended up with all these bloody exhibitionist friends.

“It’s fucking cold!” Gideon screamed over the sound of the wind and waves, and Remus could scarcely hear him. He ducked under again, splashing like mad.

Remus didn’t really want to be naked, but he also wanted to humour Gideon, who was being so kind to him, and who was having so much fun. He had a flash of memory of Sirius's manic dash around the Quidditch pitch, and sod it all, he needed a moment of joy like that. Besides, he could almost feel the glare of disapproval from Severus. Taking another look up and down the beach, Remus removed his t-shirt, painfully aware of revealing his scarred skin to the sun. He took a deep breath, locked his fingers under the waistband of his trunks, and pulled them down in one tug.

The warm sea air hit his exposed skin like an embrace. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensation, his cock stiffening in surprise at being caressed by the seductive breeze.

Remus looked out at Gideon, who was swimming parallel to the shore, his long arms arcing through the air. Remus thought he might be finding his own moment of peace out in the water.

Reclined on one elbow, confident in his solitude for the moment, Remus cautiously rubbed his belly, taking one last look in all directions before he let his hand drift down to his prick. The ever-present Severus stood by, scowling, his arms crossed over his chest. Remus closed his eyes.

Go away, Severus.

Remus stroked his cock and focused on the feel of the sun on his skin, the pebbles under his feet, the lap of water on the shore.

You left me. So leave me alone.

He worked his hand gently up and down until his soft foreskin was pulled taut and the tip of his prick was leaking. He let himself fall back flat on the blanket the sun baking his skin, the build of his climax pressing at his balls, his mind blissfully free of anything but where he was, and how good it was going to feel to come all over his belly, nothing between him and the open sky.

He gasped and pulled in frantic strokes until the sweet moment of release. His body arched up and come spilled out of him, pooling in his navel and dripping down his hips. He opened his eyes, and for a brief moment he found that Severus's skulking form was gone.

A few minutes later, Gideon ran up the sand, cock and balls bouncing, skin glistening with water, to find Remus sitting, fully clothed, on the blanket.

“You prude," he said, pulling on his trunks.

Remus only smiled, and lit a fag.