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LMOM: Late Bloomer 9/31
Title: His Fingers (Late Bloomer 9/31)
Author: gryffindorj
Rating: R
Word Count:795
Pairings: James/Remus
Kinks: frottage
Challenge:LMoM '08



Remus felt the air around his bed move as the curtains were pushed back.

"Moony?" James said in a hushed voice.

"I'm sleepin', Prongs, go away," Remus said without moving or even opening his eyes.

"Funny," James said getting onto the bed, letting the curtains fall back closed.

Remus remained quiet, keeping his eyes closed. James would hopefully get the hint and go away. He knew his hope was mental, but he wanted to get some rest. The previous night's full moon had left him rather tired.

"Move over," James said pulling back the covers to lay next to Remus.

"Oi! Bugger off. I'm tired," Remus said grasping at his covers. James snorted shaking his head and continued to get into the bed anyway. "Where's Sirius? Go bother him."

"He's out."

"Where?"

"Probably trying to get into some Hufflepuff's knickers," James said stretching out. "Get his prick wet." Remus gave a small shudder. "You don't want to hear about Sirius getting his prick wet?"

"As if I hadn't heard about it enough already," Remus said dryly.

"Hm," James said a grin spreading on his face. He rolled on his side practically stradling Remus's leg. "Speaking of pricks, mine's rather hard."

"I can tell."

"Heard you got off with Sirius," James said rubbing the aforementioned prick over Remus's thigh. "You like it?"

"Why?"

"'Cause you were both vague about the whole thing. He mentioned he brought you off and that was it. You didn't do anything when I know you heard him telling me. I thought maybe it was a spectacular debaucle."

"It was good," Remus said evenly. His insides were rather happy though, as Sirius had not told James about the kiss. The kiss hadn't been mentioned since, and Remus prayed was completely forgotten.

"Not great?"
"May have been," Remus shrugged, not really wanting to discuss it.

By this point it was clear James was not going to go anywhere and Remus wasn't in the mood to talk. The best way was if he took matters into his own hands.

Lifting his head from the pillow he looked at James and said, "You going to leave those glasses on the whole time?"

"The whole time what?" James said back, obviously playing along with Remus.

"The whole time we do this." Remus rolled his body onto James's and began rubbing their hips together, Remus's cock quickly taking interest in the friction he was creating. James smiled widely and bucked back against Remus's hips.

James began tugging at Remus's pyjama bottoms, pulling them down off his hips, freeing his cock, before pushing them off completely, their feet tangling in the soft cotton. He then awkwardly removed his own, while they continued thrusting.

Both naked now, their lengths slid past one another, slicked with their sweat. Remus wanted to push into him hard and fast, make James come quickly. Then he could come and go to bed.

James's hands began to trace along Remus's back, brushing his finger tips along Remus's spine, lightly cupping his arse. Remus felt his skin pebble, his nipples peak and he supressed a shiver at the contact.

James's hands were unlike anything else, even Sirius's. They were smaller but his fingers were long and lythe, they traced the muscles on Remus's back swiftly and softly. This must have been why James was such a damn fine chaser, not only was he fast but his hands were nimble and graceful. The way his fingers ghosted over his skin made Remus sure this was why Sirius returned to his bed time and again.

Remus groaned, pushing his prick harder into James. James responding pushing up from the bed faster. Remus slid one hand to James's mass of hair and the other to the headboard, gripping both tightly as he frotted against him.

"Prongs, oh God, fuck," Remus began to mumble as James rubbed his hands across his arse.

"Merlin, your arse. It's almost as good as your prick," James said gripping it tighter.

Remus could feel his orgasm about to explode, could feel his prick sliding over James's sweaty skin. He was nearly there, about to come and then suddenly James slid his fingers between his cheeks, the barest of touches to his puckered entrance.

He heard himself yell as the stimulation was too much and he began to come all over James, all over the bed. James thrust again and came, moaning with pleasure.

He rolled off a James, breathing heavily, the sensation James had created still coursing through his body.

"Why'd you do that?" Remus asked.

"Do what?" James said, then grinned as he saw the blush on Remus's cheeks. "Oh that. Prewett did that to me in the showers last October. Sirius likes it too. "

Remus thought he would have to remember that as a small, wolfish grin crept across his face.