LMOM #27: The Jogger [Remus/Dedalus Diggle, NC-17] Title: The Jogger Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 750 Pairing: Remus/Dedalus Diggle Kinks: voyeurism Challenge: Lusty Month of May (#27) Notes: I knew at the beginning of the month wanted to write at least one story about Remus when he was younger and just beginning to think about sexuality. It took this long to figure out who I wanted to be involved. The Dedalus Diggle in this story is one who has shown up in a couple of different incarnations in various games I've played him in. He's a crazy fun guy to play... and the entire character is based off of one McGonagall quote, "Dedalus Diggle has never had any sense." His theme song is "The Joker", by the way, and the title is a play on that.
Dedalus Diggle, seventh year Huffepuff, wasn't what most people would call handsome. In fact, he wasn't what anyone would call handsome, really. He was too skinny, too tall, with a mass of messy blond hair the colour and texture of straw, a grin too large for his face, and wild looking blue eyes. He was rumoured to be insane, but that apparently ran in his family.
You would have thought with a name like Dedalus that his parents had been pureblood. But no dice. His parents were both Muggles, who just happened to have a love for Greek Mythology and happened to want to name their son after someone from a Greek Myth. He was a weird child. Always claimed to see fairies and blamed them for the mischief he caused.
Apparently, he wasn't making that up, explained the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts... a Wizarding School.
And then, Dedalus was going off to that wizarding school, learning to do things he couldn't show them and talking about things they couldn't see. Luckily, the boys of the village chalked it up to Dedalus making things up... and said that he went to be at a school for the incurably insane behind his back.
While he was at Hogwarts, Dedalus was easily the strangest student there. He never really fit into the wizarding world. Simple things like vanishing stairs and moving passages never failed to freak him out... and he was awful at his studies. Not awful like Sirius, who managed to scrape by in the things he wasn't interested in and excelled in the things he was. No... Dedalus failed nearly everything... save Astronomy and Herbology. He managed to eek by on his OWLs, and several professors had to make special concessions to let them into their classes.
Professor McGonagall, however, wouldn't make that particular concession. No matter how hard her fellow Scotsman begged and pleaded, promising that he'd study Transfiguration seriously if she'd just let him back into her class. Nobody could figure out why he wanted back into Transfiguration. He was rubbish at it. Everyone knew that. It wasn't until the day he fell to one knee in the Great Hall and asked McGonagall to marry him that anyone figured it out.
Even then, Remus wasn't sure they had.
By the time he was a seventh year, and the fledgling Marauders were third years, rumour had it that Dedalus Diggle was the biggest pot supplier inside Hogwarts. He'd snuck some plants onto the train with him and had managed to procure some space in one of the Greenhouses by charming (some claimed with an actual charm) Professor Sprout into believing that he was working on a private Herbology project. It was supposed to be good shit. Not that Remus would ever try it. He didn't like the idea of giving up his control when he needed it to hide the monster that lurked beneath the surface.
Remus wasn't sure how much of the hype of Dedalus Diggle he should really believe, but honestly he didn't care. What he did care about was that for some reason in his second year (and Dedalus' sixth), the hyperactive boy had taken to jogging about the castle grounds in nothing but his pants, even in winter. There was something about his naked, bony, gleaming chest that appealed to Remus. He loved watching Dedalus run... and part of him wished he had the confidence to run out there and join him. What freedom he must feel.
And then... in Remus' third year... Dedalus did something different. He went jogging... without pants. He was completely effing starkers. Remus' mouth went dry, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He supposed Dedalus didn't realise that anyone was awake at this time of the morning... or maybe he did, and he was just doing it to tease Remus. Either way, Remus couldn't stop watching. He couldn't stop watching the way the muscles in his legs flexed, the way his abdomen stretched and turned, the way his chest rose and fell. Most importantly... he couldn't stop watching how Dedalus' thick, half-hard, uncut cock bounced heavily.
It took an hour for Remus' erection to go down.
And in spite of the fact that Remus wasn't quite sure what it meant that Dedalus Diggle's naked body made him hard, Remus knew he'd be back the next morning to try and figure it out. He just hoped Dedalus forgot his pants again...