Back to School Fest Fic: Ambush; James/Remus; NC-17; by DrunkenZeppelin517 Title: Ambush Author/Artist: Chrissy/DrunkenZeppelin517 Pairing: James/Remus with hints of James/Remus/Sirius Rating: Hard R/NC-17 Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing in this world. Nooootttthhhhiiiinnnnggg. Warnings/kinks: Some dirty talking, some light spanking. And the obligatory boy-sex ;-D Notes: Written for the Back To School Fest...and many, many thanks to Min for the beta. I appreciate it!
Summary: Last days of summer always drag on. And James can always find something to amuse himself.
James wasn’t sure of many things at only fifteen (nearly sixteen, however!), but one thing he was sure of; he’d never grow tired of the summer holidays.
It'd been hot, but the kind of hot that you look back on fondly. It was the year before his sixth year at Hogwarts, and for once, Remus seemed to be over his worry about schoolwork.
They'd lounged around in his room for a few hours, followed by even more concentrated lounging in the living room. Cooling charms were a blessing over the entire house, James felt, but Remus simply wanted to be outside. Then again, James considered, Remus did simply revel in being outdoors.
So, with a bit of grumbling, he followed Remus outside to the lake. It bordered between their property and the Shacklebolt's and was one that both families took pleasure in casting slight cooling charms on frequently.
When Remus shucked down to nothing, James grinned, and did the same. He didn't mind the scars. (Remus was convinced that James and Sirius were blind when they said they liked them, but really, scars could be quite sexy. And then there was that one on his hip that made Remus scream in delight. It was Sirius' favorite...)
"Why Jamesie - "
"Don't call me that."
"I do believe that we're breaking some stringent rules here, Jamesie," Remus said, mischief coloring his voice as he easily ignored James' protest. It came with nearly no effort. After all, Remus did spend the better part of every year with Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew.
“Why, Moony, I would have to agree. Strict dress code violation,” he said, imitating Lily Evans’ most pompous prefect voice.
Getting into the mood of things (and really, they were always going to end up fooling around) James moved closer, grinning and letting a hand skim his friends’ side.
“Oh yes. So tell me, Prongs, what would Ms. Evans do to us if she saw us like this?” Remus asked, putting on a scandalized voice as James grinned, thinking over it. Honestly, he was pretty sure Lily Evans wasn’t a pure little flower, but he had no proof.
James kind of would like to know, come to think of it.
But, right now, he had Remus all to himself. And honestly, who wouldn’t want that?
“I don’t know. But think of what Padfoot’d do if he saw us. Think he’d punish us?” James asked, grinning as their chests touched, a shiver running down his spine at the contact. While thin, Remus had a certain lithe, wiry tone to his body. The muscle that corded over his arms made James’ mouth go dry every time Remus pulled his shirt off.
“Oh god, Sirius would have been naked three hours ago, and you know it,” said Remus, laughing as James snickered and placed a hand along Remus’ back. Pressed together, James could feel both of them growing hard, and being the instigator he was, he rolled his hips against Remus’.
A soft gasp came from Remus as James grinned.
“True. But I think that Evans might want us...punished,” James said, not holding back the soft groan that escaped his lips as he thought about Lily Evans (god, all that gorgeous red hair, and her freckles) encased in black leather, spanking them both.
His cock gave a jump at the image, bringing a laugh from Remus, amber eyes locked onto his own hazel orbs.
“Punished, hmm?” Remus said, knowing what James was asking for. It’d been something that Sirius had discovered quite on accident (so he claimed), that James quite liked to be spanked sometimes. James’ shivered as Remus dragged blunt nails along the line of his spine with just enough pressure to not tickle.
Watching, James pushed against Remus more, anticipating what was coming next. Swiftly, before James could tense (just because James enjoyed it, didn’t mean he wouldn’t tense up before a smack), Remus brought his hand down, bringing a yelp from James as he arched into it. Groaning, he pushed closer to Remus as his hand slid down the tanned frame.
No matter how hard James tried, he’d never tan. He’d turn pink, but not brown. But right now, he knew that his arse was a pink as it had ever been, the sharp sting sending little jolts and tingles along his skin. Remus’ hand stayed, massaging the skin gently as James leaned, attempting to press their lips together.
“No,” Remus growled playfully, never letting his control slip once. James had to envy him and admire him all at once, because he simply couldn’t fathom that kind of control. Another smack, this time sharper, brought a gasp and a moan from James.
“Please,” he finally managed, a whimper threading lightly through his voice. Strong as James was, there was a certain thrill in letting go with Remus. Knowing that he could let go with no recriminations, and knowing that Remus would take control let him relax into the hand.
Reaching, James wrapped a hand around Remus' cock and giving it a long, slow stroke. Another smack fell onto already hot skin. James groaned, feeling the heat that had settled into pain and pleasure as Remus' massaged the tender flesh.
“Want...please, Moony,” James finally managed, squirming almost imperceptibly, needing to lie down before he simply collapsed. As they settled in the soft grass on the bank of the lake, Remus lay on his side, gently skimming a hand over flushed skin.
“What do you want, Prongs?” asked Remus, his voice husky as James drank in the sight of him. His eyes had gone a deep shade of amber, gold flecks shining near the pupils that were huge with desire. The tanned, scarred skin of his chest, and a flat stomach that begged to be touched and licked. From there, a light trail of gold hair led to a next of dark curls. The sparse thatch of coarse hair that Sirius had always teased that Remus kept it trimmed.
“You.”
“And what do you want me to do?” Remus said, reaching down to stroke own cock, fingers teasing as he rolled the foreskin back with a groan, leaning his head back slightly. James’ mouth went dry and he let out a moan.
“Want to...to feel your mouth around me,” he managed, embarrassed to have said the words out loud.
He might be up for doing nearly anything new, but Sirius was the one for talking about it. James always figured that it made sense. Sirius couldn’t shut up anywhere else, so why would he in the bedroom?
"Now, Prongs," Remus teased, voice low and soft. He knew that James hated to talk dirty, and wasn't above using a situation such as this. "I need to hear specifics."
Heat rushed over James' face. He licked his lips and dragged up the courage to speak, "Want you to suck my cock and then...then I want you to fuck me."
Remus' face pulled into a pleased smile as he kissed James, firmly fitting their lips together as their tongues tangled furiously. James arched off the soft grass when Remus' strong, slow hand curled around his erection. When Remus broke the kiss and squeezed, James couldn't stop a breathless groan.
"Please," he murmured. His eyes closed and his hands clenched into fists as Remus moved down and wrapped his lips around the head of James' cock. James tried to hold back the groan that worked it's way from his chest. He opened his eyes and watched as Remus slid his lips along his length, sucking with just the right amount of pressure and touching in the right way from spending many nights getting to know each other.
James figured it was part blessing and part curse that Sirius wasn't here.
His hips canted into the wet heat, trying to seek more contact, to push deeper. Remus' fingers grazed his balls, already beginning to draw up as he panted. Shudders had began to wrack James' body and Remus pulled up, leaving him to gasp brokenly and try to regain some semblance of control.
"Now don't complain. You did tell me what to do," Remus said, allowing him a few moments to stop shaking and even though his voice returned to him, James couldn't stop the soft whimper.
He lost himself for a few moments in images and sensation, a snapshot of the day, the bright heat of the sun and the closer warmth of Remus. He could feel Remus gently preparing him with a murmured word, the warmth and heat of probing fingers making him gasp. Broken words fell from his mouth as he clutched to Remus, trying to form a coherent thought.
The one thing he could be thankful for was that Remus never spent long teasing him while preparing him. James wasn't sure of many things at that moment, but he was quite certain that he wasn't going to last very long. When he felt Remus position himself above him, he opened his eyes and settled carefully. The hot flesh covering his body made him sigh, mostly contented, as he readied himself for the split-second moment to come that wasn't one of his favorites.
He couldn't help but dread that first moment when Remus (or Sirius) pushed in. Remus leaned and kissed him hard as he did so, sending shockwaves through him at the uncomfortable moment. Eager to feel him move, James arched into Remus, his hips thrusting up to meet him as a strangled groan tore itself from James' lips. Heat flooded his system, racing through his blood and burning under his skin as sweat began to bead over his face and chest.
Remus stopped kissing him, groaning in that controlled way that always set James to trying to find the end of that control. His hips started to thrust, strong fingers clamping down on James' hips, as they moved together. Finding a rhythm, James let his eyes fall closed. His hands clutched Remus' shoulders as he let out ragged gasps.
Heat and pressure and urgency began to mix and swirl together as a rough hand closed around James' cock. Hard, quick strokes sent him tumbling over the edge, a choked off yell bursting free of his lungs. His hands gripped Remus' shoulders hard enough to leave marks as he felt Remus jerk, his strangled yelp prompting James to clench on him one last time. A rush of heat and James opened his eyes, watching Remus gasp brokenly before he collapsed on top of James.
They lay like that for a few moments, each of their harsh breathing rushing over the other. A breeze picked up, warm air drying the sheen of sweat on their bodies. Lips pressed to his shoulder as Remus eased out of him and flopped onto his back beside him.
"When's Padfoot coming over again?" he asked, turning his head to look at James as they shared a grin before kissing one last time.
"Sometime around four," he said.
James grinned, even more broadly, letting his fingertips trace over the small indentations his fingernails had made on Remus' shoulders. He felt fingertips running over the marks on his hips and James flopped back into the grass, already imagining Sirius' arrival.
Matter of fact, he was pretty sure he had an idea of how to make it more interesting. Because after all, the only thing better than a prank was an ambush.