Still, where did the lighter fluid come from? (emiime) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-01 10:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: emiime, kink: oral sex, remus/percy |
LMOM, Day 1: Tell Me A Story (Remus/Percy, NC-17)
Title: Tell Me A Story
Author: emiime
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Percy, past Remus/Sirius
Kink(s): Oral sex
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Word Count: 803
Summary: Percy asks Remus to tell him a story—one that Remus has kept a secret for years.
Notes: My first LMOM! Cross your fingers that I make it!
Remus was seconds away from coming in Percy's mouth.
He threaded his fingers through Percy's hair and yanked on it, a warning that he was close, but Percy only hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder, looking up at Remus from behind his smudged spectacles.
Remus choked when he met Percy's eyes, and he couldn't hold himself back any longer. He gritted his teeth and gripped Percy's hair tighter, and he came and came and came, babbling nonsense as Percy swallowed around him, increasing the suction on his cock.
Percy finally let up, taking his mouth from around Remus's prick and lapping up the last dribbles of come that seeped from it. He smiled and darted out his pink tongue, licking his lips, chasing stray droplets of Remus's seed.
Remus collapsed back in his armchair, tucking himself back into his trousers and shoving his sweat-stuck fringe from his face.
"You're going to be the death of me," he declared as Percy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning, and staggered to his feet.
"Not a chance," Percy replied, holding out a hand to help Remus up. "I thought you were the one who said that we were teaching each other how to live again."
Remus stood and embraced Percy. "You're right," he said. "Don't let me forget that."
"I won't. As long as you don't let me forget it, either."
Remus ran his hand down Percy's spine, causing him to shiver. "I also won't let you forget that you're the one who called me a sentimental old poof when I said it."
Percy laughed and pulled back and slapped Remus lightly on the chest. "Not old! I never said old! And I wouldn't use the term poof, either. I'm sure you're making that up." Percy removed his glasses and polished them on his shirt.
"Probably," laughed Remus. "It is how I sometimes think of myself, after all."
"Hmm," Percy said, settling his glasses back on his nose. "Well, you're certainly sentimental. I don't think anyone could argue against that point with much success. But I like it. And you've got a lot of memories to be sentimental about."
He had, at that, but Remus, like the rest of the Wizarding world, the war not yet five years over, was still trying to rebuild, to look forward. He was moving on with the life he was lucky enough to have, and he'd found himself a good and loyal companion in Percy, though no one—least of all Remus himself—would have expected it.
"Remus," Percy said as they moved into the bedroom together to change for bed, "I was hoping I could convince you to tell me something." He dropped his clothing into the hamper and crossed to Remus's side.
"Oh? What's that?" Remus buttoned his pyjama top and turned to face Percy.
"I want you to tell me about you and Sirius." Remus had finished buttoning up, and opened his mouth to speak, but Percy took his hand.
"I know I was just a baby when you two were together. That's not what I want to hear. I want to know everything about you, and I can't if you won't tell me about when you were with Sirius."
Remus sat on the bed. "Right now?"
"I don't see why not." Percy sank down next to him and plucked his hand from his lap, holding it again, rubbing his thumb over the backs of Remus's knuckles. "We talk most nights in bed. I'm just suggesting a topic of conversation. That's all."
Remus stood, sighing. "Percy, I thought we had agreed that we were going to look forward together, not back."
Percy stood, too, folding his arms over his chest. "It's not looking back. It's remembering. There's a difference. And I can't take a single step forward with you if I don't know about your past." He spread his hands in front of him. "You know everything about me, Remus. Not even my own parents can say that."
Remus sighed again. "Let me go brush my teeth, and I'll think about it."
Five minutes later, they slipped between the sheets together. Remus sat against the headboard, propping a pillow behind his back.
"Come here," he said, and he held out an arm. Percy tucked himself under it, leaning against Remus.
"I've decided you're right," he said, "I'm going to tell you everything, because you've trusted me enough to be completely honest with me. But there are some parts of my story I'm not proud of."
"All right," Percy said. "I've done things I'm not proud of, either. You know that."
"Yes," said Remus, "I suppose I do." He steeled himself with a breath. "Like all stories that boys hear in bed, Percy, I suppose this one should begin with 'Once Upon A Time…'"