"Learning to Fly" for the Reversathon Community Title: Learning to Fly Author/Artist: Marigold Twonk (swtalmnd) Recipient: The Reversathon Community, with particular thanks to the backup writers and artists Character(s)/Pairing(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black Rating: NC-17 Word count: 4,000 Warnings: None Summary: Sirius brings home a motorcycle and he and Remus learn to make it, and each other, fly. Author's notes: Thanks to my alpha and beta readers, isidore13 and abrae, without whom this would be painfully late.
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Remus didn't know whether to laugh or yell the day Sirius dragged a broken-down Muggle motorbike back to their house. Which was really Remus' family's old place out in the middle of bloody nowhere, making it the perfect hideaway for two young members of the Order of the Phoenix.
One look at the expression of pure, puppyish hope on Sirius' face decided him, and he cracked up, shaking his head. "Come on, then, let's get it into the barn."
Sirius' face lit up and he gave Remus a smacking kiss on one cheek. "You're the best, Moony!" he exclaimed, never noticing the blush that rose up on Remus' cheek.
But that was definitely how it started.
Remus leaned against the old wooden railings, watching a half-dressed, grease-smeared Sirius try to figure out the inner workings of the motorbike. He'd poke here and there with his wand or one of the Muggle tools he'd picked up, consult the motorcycle manual he'd found god knows where, and then mutter something about alternatives or sparkles or something.
It was almost as enjoyable to hear him get the words wrong as it was to watch him, young and lithe and far too attractive for his own good.
"You're sure you don't want a hand?" asked Remus, voice full of teasing amusement.
Sirius glowered, but admitted defeat. "I just can't figure it out," he said, a sulk threatening in his voice.
"Let's try this," said Remus, going over to sit with him. He used his wand to levitate all the parts, then they arranged them like a puzzle in the air until the configuration looked like the book, for the most part.
Sirius sighed, partway through, and leaned against Remus. "You're brilliant, you know," he said, watching as Remus carefully fit cables through a narrow conduit. "I don't know why you stay here, you could have any witch you wanted and go start making puppies."
Remus laughed. "You're the one who'd have puppies, Padfoot, I'd have cubs. And I don't want them, or any witch, really." He was shy at the end, worried because even though wizards weren't too concerned about who snogged who on the whole, some of the purebloods had weird ideas about breeding.
Sirius laughed. "Ah, so that's why you put up with me," he said slyly, then planted a warm and slightly slobbery kiss on Remus' surprised mouth. "Hope I'm worth it."
Remus smiled, then kissed him again, softer and less sloppy that Sirius. "I hope so, too," he said teasingly.
After that there was a shoving match, some parts that had to be Summoned back from where they'd ended up in the far corners of the barn, and something new to the smiles they shared as they worked on the bike's engine until the light was gone.
Remus would never have said so, but kissing Sirius that day always made him feel a bit like he was the one floating just off the ground.
Once they got all the parts in place and the appropriate fluids in the correct amounts, it was time for the moment of truth -- getting the thing to run.
"You're sure it's put together right?" asked Sirius for the seventh time.
"Nope," said Remus cheerfully. "But if it's not, we'll try again. Come on, Padfoot, don't you want to know?"
Sirius grinned. "Yeah, I do," he said. He straddled the thing like he'd been born to have something between his legs and then turned the little key.
A few spluttery non-starts, and a lot of fiddling with levers and pedals later, and the bike was chugging along noisily, belching smoke out the open barn door and into the yard. "Well, if we did it right, that's a pretty crappy bike, Padfoot," yelled Remus over the noise, grinning.
Sirius laughed. "Only one way to know for sure, Moony," he shouted back, tossing Remus one of the helmets and putting the other one on himself. He patted the back of the bike behind him, since the sidecar had yet to be re-attached. "Come on, I dare you."
Remus laughed and donned the helmet, climbing on, legs warm and close around Sirius, hips nestling against that the inviting curve of Sirius' arse. "Double dog dare me?" he said teasingly, figuring out where to put his feet.
"Hang on!" said Sirius, waving his wand to open the other set of barn doors rather than try to back it awkwardly out with Remus in the way.
Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius, feeling the heat of him through the thin t-shirt, and hoped the inevitable erection now pressing itself against Sirius' jeans-clad arse would go, if not unnoticed, then at least not commented upon.
Sirius did him one better, though, repositioning Remus' right hand further down, over Sirius' equally hard prick.
Remus gave it a squeeze, grinning like it was Christmas, not that Sirius could see. Instead, Sirius brought up his feet and gunned the bike, sending them shooting out of the barn perhaps faster than intended, and down the dusty country lane. Remus clutched harder by reflex, and he felt rather than heard Sirius' answering moan.
Biking, he felt, was going to be brilliant, if they didn't kill themselves.
"We've got to charm it, or else it's just a boring old bike," wheedled Sirius.
Remus laughed. "Why don't we get it properly working first? I'm pretty sure it's not supposed to sound like that, or make that much smoke."
"Boring!" barked Sirius, flopping back on the dusty barn floor. "Come on, Moony, between us we're even better than Evans at charms."
"You mean Mrs. Potter," said Remus, and then he sighed. "Yes, all right, but what will we charm it to do?" He lay in the dust next to Sirius, head pillowing on Sirius' arm because he could, now that they'd started snogging. They hadn't managed more than a bit of a grope, really, but Remus was content to go at Sirius' pace if it meant doggie enthusiasm came with every encounter.
Sirius did love everything better when he thought it was his own idea.
"Fly, of course. And be invisible," said Sirius with a grin. "How cool would that be? And we should charm the wizard wireless into it, too."
"That's more for the helmets than the bike," pointed out Remus.
Sirius' grin got wider. "You're interested! I knew you would be."
Remus laughed and kissed him soundly, curling on his side to manage it and then staying there when he was done. "'Course I'm interested, idiot. Why else would I be helping?"
Sirius fell back on his new favourite tactic when he was losing an argument and kissed Remus until he forgot what they were talking about. "We'll make it fly," whispered Sirius, even while his hands were working their way up under Remus' clothes.
"It'll be complicated, like a broom only more so," said Remus, and the distraction was just enough to make him feel bolder than usual. His fingers went to Sirius' flies and, instead of just squeezing and hovering there, he undid the button and zip and reached inside.
Sirius' cock was hard, of course, tangled in the warm dampness of his thin boxers, and the scent of sweat and wanting made the wolf in Remus want to shove his whole face in there and inhale. Remus contented himself with just touching for now, feeling the hard shape and softer head. He worked it free of the cloth so it was moving more readily against Sirius' flat stomach.
"Merlin," breathed Sirius, kissing Remus harder. "We'll have to learn a lot of complicated spells." Sirius' hands were roaming over Remus' chest under his pushed-up shirt, but he wasn't Gryffindor for nothing and soon enough he, too, had his hand in his best friend's open trousers.
"Oh," breathed Remus, amazed at how different it was without denim in the way, when it was someone else's hand, when it was Sirius touching him. "We, ohh, we've got time."
Sirius took it a step further, plunging his hand down the front of Remus' boxers to fumble with his cock before he got a proper grip and started stroking. Remus yelped in a totally undignified manner, and it took every bit of his willpower not to come right then. "Gorgeous," said Sirius, breathing it out in the close air between their kisses.
Remus let out a little whimper and hid his face in the warm crook of Sirius' neck, hips rocking in time to Sirius' strokes. "Gonna come, Pads," he gasped.
"Fuck, yeah," Sirius breathed in Remus' ear, stroking faster, thumb slipping over the slick head.
Remus let out an embarrassingly loud moan and let go, coming all over Sirius' hand and his own clothes and possibly Sirius' clothing as well. As soon as he got his wits back, he slipped his hand into Sirius' boxers and around his greedy cock, muttering, "Now you."
"Yes, yes," babbled Sirius, burying his face in Remus' hair. Where Remus had been all noises and blushing, Sirius babbled out nonsense, mostly yes and please and variations on all of Remus' names and nicknames. Sirius clutched at Remus with his hand still sticky, and Remus spared a grateful thought for a young man's favourite cleaning charm. Mostly, he concentrated on making Sirius fall apart just the same as he'd done to Remus.
Fortunately for Remus' ego, it didn't take long, and even more gratifying was the half-moaned name on Sirius' lips as he came. Remus kissed him all through it, just because he could, and after as well until the cooling come was just too grotty to ignore.
Remus fumbled out his wand and cast the come-cleaning charm about seven times, and then a few more general cleaning spells on top of that to get rid of the sweat and grime.
Sirius laughed. "My Moony," he said affectionately, pulling Remus close for another scorching kiss. "I think we should start with a stabilising charm, isn't that the first one they do for brooms?"
Remus cracked up and hugged his idiot boyfriend tight for a moment, then kissed him soundly and sat up. "Yeah, that's what that article said. You know, we can probably owl order some books on broom making."
Sirius kissed him again with a contented hum of agreement. "We'll have to do it a bit differently, of course, and at some point we'll need to get the engine working properly."
Remus grinned and stood, offering Sirius a hand. "I had an idea about that, too," he said, and they walked back over to the tarp covering their prize. The technical discussion that followed was nearly as stimulating as the other had been, in its way, and Remus wondered if he'd always associate the scents of dust and engine grease with sex from now on.
Leaning into Sirius' side and pointing with his wand to the floating manual pages, he thought he might not mind.
"Climb on the bike, I want to try something," said Sirius, with a grin that promised mischief of the very best kind.
It had been a few weeks since they'd decided to charm the bike, and they'd not only managed to get the Muggle parts tuned up, but they'd laid down stabilising and controlling charms that made it ride like a dream. They'd also started sleeping in the same bed at night, though so far they'd kept to handjobs and the occasional bit of sleepy rubbing off against the other without even bothering with hands.
Remus was starting to get a familiar fluttery-hopeful feeling in his stomach, so he hopped on the bike in hopes they'd get to the sex parts quicker if he cooperated. "Now what?"
Sirius brandished his wand and grinned. "Now, we make it hover," he said.
"Why do I have to be on it?" said Remus, more worried he'd end up stuck hovering than anything else.
"I don't want it to fly itself away," said Sirius with a shrug. "Soares' pamphlet said it was a danger, sometimes brooms just take off, and this is a bit like a broom."
Remus sighed. "Yeah, all right, just try not to hit me, too," he said, pretending to be put-upon, though in reality he was as excited about the bike as Sirius by now.
Sirius snorted. "Don't wanna float away?" he teased, and then he began to cast the complicated series of charms that would work with the ones already on the bike to let them fly it, rather than the other way around.
"Not before I get to suck your cock," muttered Remus under his breath. He was slightly mortified and very amused when Sirius nearly flubbed the spell he was saying.
Fortunately for both Remus and the bike, Sirius managed to get through the sequence, though his eyes were big and cheeks very pink by the end of it.
"You really want to, um, do that?" asked Sirius, looking eager as Padfoot after a squirrel.
Remus grinned and held out his hand. "'Course I do, and I bet you do, too," he said, his other hand squeezing the bike brake. Though Sirius hadn't noticed yet, the bike was hovering a few inches off the ground, and it very much wanted to take off, like a young Hippogriff eager to show off for its rider.
Sirius took the proffered hand and climbed up on the bike, a little awkward when it bobbed and shifted under their combined weight. "We did it," he said with a grin, wrapping everything around Remus and slipping his hand right into Remus' loose trousers. "And yeah, I really do want to suck you, but let's take the bike for a spin first?"
Remus laughed and twisted around to kiss him. "Magic first, then sex, good priorities," he said with mock seriousness. He sat facing front and put himself in the same frame of mind he used when flying a broom, determined and just a little playful. They'd both practiced on the bike, using the controlling spells as well as the physical controls to get the smoothest possible ride. A modified muffling charm quieted the noise and their tune-up had minimised the exhaust, so they often passed through the countryside unnoticed on their rides.
"Just a short flight," said Remus, easing the bike forward. It gave a little lurch and then settled gently on the ground.
"Very short," said Sirius dryly.
Remus chuckled. "Maybe it needs to take off, y'know, like a running start?"
"Sure, why not?" said Sirius, shrugging.
Remus started up the bike properly, listening to the soft purr of the engine, and then this time when he willed it forward it went, just like usual. And once they'd cleared the barn and he willed it upward, it shot forward and up both. He barely missed the tops of their hedges, but then he managed to get them going properly upward, not just hovering but flying in a big spiral back around and over the top of the barn.
Remus tried to imagine their little farmhouse was a Quidditch pitch and stay above it, not wanting to stray onto someone else's property. The bike didn't turn as well as a broom, keeping about the same manoeuvrability in the air as it had on the ground, but it was more stable on the wide turns and there was something solid and comfortable about having it purring under him.
Especially when Sirius started stroking him in earnest.
"Cut that out, or we might crash, and then you won't get to suck it later," yelled Remus, feeling guilty because he hadn't thought to get their helmets, even though they were more than warranted when flying a few hundred feet above the ground.
Sirius laughed, joyful and giddy as when they'd pulled a prank on McGonagall, and gave Remus' cock one last squeeze before moving his hands up to tease at Remus' nipples. "Heaven forbid," said Sirius in his ear, nibbling shamelessly.
The bike wobbled, but the spells held. "Do you want me to die a virgin?" asked Remus rhetorically, putting all his concentration onto getting the bike back down onto the road and pointed into the barn.
"Not if I'm the one slated to relieve you of your virginity," said Sirius slyly, as Remus settled the bike on the floor and turned off the engine.
Remus chuckled. "Let's stick with the lesson plan for today," he prevaricated, though of course the comment sparked a whole series of ideas that he was eager to explore - later.
Sirius grinned and got off the bike, then pushed Remus back down so he was sitting sideways on the warm seat. "I want to do it right here."
"Just as long as we don't knock over the bike," said Remus, easy to convince with Sirius dropping to his knees and rubbing his face against Remus' hard cock through his trousers. Remus spread his feet wide and braced one hand against the seat so he wasn't putting too much leverage on it, then stroked the other through Sirius' windblown hair.
Sirius grinned up at him, a very pleased puppy indeed, and then his hands went to work opening Remus' flies and getting his cock and balls exposed. "Wanted this for ages," he said, sounding almost shy as he nuzzled into the opening, inhaling Remus' scent.
"Should've asked," said Remus, voice already rough.
He continued to pet Sirius' hair, letting him explore, Sirius' wicked mouth finding his bollocks and dark eyes closing, the better to concentrate on his other senses. Remus did that, sometimes, letting a bit of the wolf's instincts take over when he'd bury his face in the hair at the nape of Sirius' neck at night, or kiss and lick one sensitive ear while he stroked Sirius' needy cock, listening to the noises Sirius made so he'd know when to speed up or shift his grip.
This time, though, Remus couldn't tear his eyes away. That generous mouth that smiled so readily was wrapping itself around the head of Remus' cock, familiar lips stretched wide to accommodate Remus' girth. Remus groaned when Sirius flicked his tongue out, then laved it over the sensitive flesh, one hand wrapping around Remus' cock, holding it steady for that wicked mouth to work its magic.
Sirius began to suck, bobbing his head and only taking the top inch or so into his mouth. He used one his hand to stroke the shaft while the other deftly toyed with Remus' balls, which already felt triply sensitive from their tongue-bathing.
"Ohgod, not gonna last," gasped Remus, already feeling his spine tingle.
Sirius' expression went from intent to smug, and he stepped up his motions, adding in some licking and a little twist of the wrist. Remus tried to pay attention to what felt the best but in the end it all felt so good, all he could do was throw his head back and howl as he came in Sirius' hot, wet mouth.
Sirius made a face as he pulled away to swallow, but he didn't protest. Instead a grin broke out on his slick, bruised lips and he said triumphantly, "Brilliant."
Remus couldn't help but laugh with what little breath he had left. "Didn't look like it tasted too good," he said, stroking Sirius' cheek fondly. "Felt wonderful, though."
Sirius shrugged. "Padfoot's eaten worse," he said, standing up and pulling Remus close for a kiss, his damp cock and balls pressed between them.
Remus laughed and kissed back, using his tongue to explore the places his cock had just been. It didn't taste all that great, but Sirius was right, it wasn't actually awful, either. "So, my turn?" asked Remus, taking a moment to tuck himself away and zip up.
"Merlin, yes," said Sirius, sounding relieved.
Remus kissed him again, and this time he also shifted them around so it was Sirius leaning on the bike and Remus standing bracketed between those long legs. "Don't knock the bike over," he warned teasingly, then dropped to his knees.
Sirius looked stunned to see Remus kneeling before him, and he licked his lips and nodded rather than managing a clever rejoinder, which Remus chalked up to a win. He rewarded Sirius' eagerness by diving right in, flies undone clothing shoved down and out of the way, pants and trousers around Sirius' thighs. Sirius' t-shirt fell down behind the curve of his cock, which jutted out in a familiar curve from his body.
"You are gorgeous, you know," said Remus conversationally, but before Sirius could muster a reply, he leaned in and licked a stripe from base to tip. "Delicious, too," added Remus, licking his lips.
"Tease," gasped Sirius, stroking Remus' hair but too smart to try tugging.
"Just a little," said Remus, then he leaned in and inhaled Sirius' scent before lapping at the furry balls, remembering how shockingly good it had felt to him. He gently sucked on them one at a time, not quite up for trying both at once just yet, and Sirius rewarded him with needy whimpers.
Remus didn't linger there too long, though. He'd been fantasising about what it might be like to actually suck Sirius off for far too long, and he wanted that cock in his mouth. He licked around the shaft a little more just to get a taste before moving up to the head, which was wet with salty precome, not nearly as bitter as what he'd tasted in Sirius' kiss. Remus copied Sirius in this, too, one hand bracing the base of Sirius' cock while he suckled at the head, the other going to toy with Sirius' damp, loose balls. It was a lot to coordinate at once, and he kept getting distracted by the new sensations and forgetting to stroke or fondle, but he was already positive he wanted to do it again and again.
He loved the feel of Sirius' cock in his mouth; the shaft was heavy and solid, but the head was surprisingly soft against his tongue and palate. He loved the way he could tongue around the crown or tease at the foreskin, especially in front, and get Sirius to whine or moan with mounting need. He especially loved the hypnotic rhythm of it, sucking and swallowing, moving his head and hands together, all of it clicking finally into one smooth motion that let him stop thinking and just do.
Not that he had too long to enjoy it, because Sirius had had his entire time sucking Remus to get wound up, and now he was so excited he was practically vibrating with need.
"Soon, Moony, good, oh, soon," babbled Sirius, managing to form enough words to get his point across, so that it wasn't a surprise when his hips bucked and fluid spurted into Remus' mouth.
It didn't taste great from Sirius, either, but it wasn't too bad, and he swallowed as fast as he could because more kept coming, so there wasn't much time to worry about it, anyway. The flood subsided after what seemed like a dozen thick spurts and was probably less than half that, and Remus licked the tip clean before sitting back on his heels to look up at Sirius.
"Brilliant?" asked Remus, grinning.
Sirius was panting, sweating, and practically collapsed onto the bike. "Bloody fucking brilliant," he agreed, tugging weakly at Remus' shirt. "Come kiss me."
"Always," said Remus, standing back up and claiming another sloppy, greedy kiss. He even helped Sirius get his clothes put back together, when it seemed like Sirius' brain wasn't going to restart itself fast enough.
"We made the bike fly," said Remus, grinning into Sirius' sweaty neck. "And we're both cocksuckers now."
Sirius grinned right back, mouth moving against Remus' hair. "I guess Prongs was right," he said with a wry chuckle.
Remus sighed and shifted a little, but there wasn't much motivation for him to move just then. "So, what's next?"
Sirius chuckled wickedly. "Invisibility, and flying sex."
Remus laughed. Trust Sirius to have a plan for both.