innerslytherin (innerslytherin) wrote in ever_fixed_mark, @ 2008-04-20 19:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | adult content: sex: r or nc-17, james, peter, remus, sirius |
006: A fancy dress party for Halloween
"Look, come on, Wormy, we all want to see! We promise we won't disown you, come on!"
Peter frowned. Dressing as William Wallace had been a much better idea before he'd really seen himself in a kilt. His father had always been a proponent of them, citing their long Scottish ancestry, but Peter had always been one to wear trousers under his robes at all times. He sighed, adjusted the sporran and pulled up his socks, then stepped out of the loo and into the dormitory.
His gaze invariably went to Remus first, hoping he wouldn't laugh Peter back into hiding. James and Sirius were whistling and cheering, but Remus' reaction was the one that counted.
Remus grinned at Peter, his eyes trailing Peter in a way that was not entirely because of the costume while the others were too focused on Peter to notice. He wondered briefly at how easy it would be to get under Peter's kilt, before shaking himself and clapping along with James and Sirius.
Remus wasn't intending to dress up for Halloween. He never did actually, and until this year he'd gotten away with it. Being their last year, however, James and Sirius would have none of Remus not dressing up again and had set about the task of coming up with a costume for him. James had rather uncreatively suggested a wolf at first, to which Sirius had replied that Remus was really more of a kitten, and that was about all Remus had of their suggestions.
In the end, he'd settled on something he and his mother had always watched together when he was a child. It was different and easy to charm his clothes to appear as they needed to be - tatty and ill-fitted clothes were easy to make more tatty and ill fitted. Which was how he came to be standing in the dormitory dressed as Harpo Marx... which wasn't all that successful, in retrospect. He looked the part, but James and Sirius had looked at him blankly in confusion. It was easy to forget his best mates were all Pure-bloods sometimes. He expected the same look on Peter's face, but he grinned anyway. He liked his costume, at least.
Peter grinned back at Remus, then glanced at the others, who obviously approved of his outfit. James was wearing a toga, which he had threatened, with waggling eyebrows, to wear nothing under. Sirius was dressed in his idea of how Muggle punk-rockers dressed. Peter wasn't entirely convinced he'd been successful. But Remus... Peter frowned.
"What's your costume, Moony? You look like...someone I've seen on telly maybe?" He frowned, trying to remember, but then shrugged. He glanced down at his knees, which he was not used to being able to see when he was about to go to a party. This was weird. But at least Remus seemed to like the kilt.
"Harpo Marx. He's a Muggle comedian. Made a bunch of films with his brothers." His lips quirked as he imagined the four of them dressed as the Marx brothers. He kept waffling mentally over who, between James and Sirius, would be Groucho and who would be Chico, but he thought Harpo was befitting himself. And Peter... Peter would be Zeppo.
He wanted to kiss Peter right there in front of everyone. But he didn't.
Peter laughed. "I remember now. We all should've dressed up with you. Least I wouldn't be a in skirt, then." He rolled his eyes and nudged James, who was closest. "Come on, we're going to be late."
"Right, we wouldn't want the school to miss you in your skirt and Remus in his... hobo costume." James wrinkled his nose at Remus, who only smirked in return.
"At least mine won't blow off me with a well aimed Ventus charm," Remus teased.
"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" James said, though he looked a bit less sure of his choice now.
Peter giggled and nudged James again. "Just don't make Evans angry tonight, mate," he said, "or the whole school will get a look at your pants--unless you made good on that promise."
James looked ill.
Peter laughed harder. "Come on, then. Sirius, you're in charge of getting Emperor Pantus Lackus downstairs. Remus and I'll follow in a minute. I want to clean my teeth."
Remus laughed and watched James and Sirius leave the dorm, then he eyed Peter, wondering if he really had to clean his teeth or not. Remus had considered charming his hair ginger and curly and he was stupidly glad he hadn't now that he was alone in the dorm with Peter. "Hi," he said. It had been a busy day and he hadn't really been able to see Peter alone yet.
Peter grinned and went over to wrap his arms around Remus. "Hi," he whispered. "Like my skirt?"
Remus started to laugh again, brushing his finger's through Peter's hair. "I do." He leaned in to kiss Peter and then pulled away just before kissing him. His expression was dubious. "Did you really need to clean your teeth?"
"It was an excuse," Peter said, and kissed him. He'd cleaned his teeth while he was in there, so the kiss tasted of mint from his mouth and chocolate, predictably, from Remus'. Peter couldn't remember a time when he'd been this happy.
"Mmm," Remus hummed, tilting his chin back to kiss Peter, and reaching up quickly to catch his battered top hat before it fell off his head. He was impressed with himself that he didn't have to break the kiss to do it, and then just held it to his head as he slid his tongue along Peter's a few more times. He was too distracted for a sticking charm. "Are you going traditional under that thing?" he asked, feeling his cheeks warm.
Peter's felt his face heat. "I didn't quite have the courage for that," he murmured. He nuzzled Remus' jaw. "But if you wanted me to, I--I would."
Remus' fingers slid down Peter's body to his waist, tilting his head to let Peter continue to do what he was doing. "Maybe... if we were alone," he muttered softly. They hadn't really done much with each other, outside of kissing and rubbing against one another, and they certainly hadn't talked about what they were doing... so Remus wasn't even entirely sure where this was coming from or that he wouldn't chicken out if Peter said yes to anything he suggested.
Peter laughed softly. "Maybe...if we skived off the party early," he said, kissing Remus' jaw. He loved the faint rasp that told him Remus hadn't shaved since very early this morning. He slid one hand up into Remus' hair.
Remus hummed his approval of what Peter was doing, then nodded, trying to refocus again, because he was about to forget there was any reason for them to be dressed up other than to give him easy access to Peter's pants. He looked at Peter. "What party?" he asked innocently, then ruined it by laughing softly.
Peter laughed again. "God, Remus, you're so much fun, you know? I always feel--" Special, he thought, important. "Good, when I'm around you."
Remus smiled and remembered the initial reason he'd wanted to set Peter up in a date. "Good," he replied. "I want you to feel good. You deserve it." He leaned in and kissed Peter again.
Smiling, Peter stroked Remus' hair, accidentally knocking his hat off. He laughed. "Oops. We should probably go. They'll be wondering where we are."
Remus laughed too, then summoned his hat with his wand and stuck it to his head, which felt a little odd, but he wasn't worried. "You're right," he said, then kissed Peter once more before pulling away. It was ridiculous how much he wanted to hold Peter's hand as they walked out of the dorm and into the corridors, but Remus managed not to.
The feast was fun, with excellent food. Lily kept twitting James about his costume, which James took to mean she liked it, so James was in a great mood. Sirius stayed at the Gryffindor table for a while, then headed off to "do some mingling, share the Sirius". Peter had rolled his eyes and snorted, but James had laughed. Peter wished he dared to move down the table to sit next to Remus (since they were late, their seats had been at opposite ends of the Marauders), but even though he would have done it without hesitation before they started snogging each other at every chance, now he was self-conscious about how close they got.
Finally, while everyone else was still at table lingering over pudding, Peter stood up. "I need a fag. Anyone else?" He thought he was safe in thinking only Remus would want to join him. Sirius smoked sometimes, but he wasn't as dedicated as Peter and Remus; he had a feeling it was something Sirius had picked up to annoy his mum, and he didn't really care about it himself. James didn't smoke at all anymore. He gave up when Evans had been heard saying something loudly about smelly smokers.
Remus glanced up, knowing what Peter was doing without even really having to think about it. He looked to Sirius, who was too involved with a top-heavy Ravenclaw to notice much of anything at all, then gave James a quick glance. James shook his head before Remus even met his eyes fully. "I do," he said, grinning at Peter and pushing from his seat, a seat that had wound up far too far from Peter over the course of the feast. He took a moment to untangle himself from his trench coat and started to head for the door with Peter.
Grinning back, Peter nodded and led the way out of the Great Hall, reaching automatically for a pocket to get his pack of fags, then remembering he'd stuck them in his sporran. He pulled it out and offered one to Remus, then took one himself. "I really could use a fag," he said, grinning. "Out the main entrance, or should we go up to the Astronomy Tower?" He grinned, liking the thought of snogging up there, but he supposed it might be a bit too crowded, even on a feast night.
"Sure," Remus replied in teasing disbelief, taking the offered cigarette. The Astronomy Tower, while tempting, was too far to walk for a proper snog. "Out the front way," he said. "Probably less people." They stepped outside and Remus pulled his wand, lighting his fag and Peter's as well, then drew in a lung-full of smoke. "Knees cold?"
"Mmm." Peter took a drag and went over to sit on a bench. "A little. You could come warm them up," he suggested. It hadn't occurred to him before, but he suddenly liked the idea of Remus sitting on his lap. They were alone, and Peter just wanted to touch Remus.
Remus laughed and settled next to Peter, sliding his hand down Peter's thigh, over the slightly itchy feeling kilt to Peter's knee. He cupped his hand over Peter's kneecap and rubbed. "Can only do one at a time, I'm afraid."
Peter giggled and stuck his fag in his mouth, then grabbed Remus and pulled, one hand on his arm and one hand at his hip, trying to indicate where Peter wanted him. Not that he didn't like the way Remus touched him, but really, this would be so much better.
"I-- Oh!" Remus couldn't hide his surprise, but he moved where Peter wanted him anyway, laughing a bit as he straddled Peter's lap on the bench and tried not to drop his fag in the process, his trench coat draping itself over Peter's legs behind him. This was nice. Unexpected, but definitely nice. "Oh, well, of course." He grinned down at Peter and took a drag, playfully affecting cool, as if this were the most natural thing in the world, though even as he did, he was on the verge of laughter.
"Of course," Peter said, grinning back and resting a hand on Remus' thigh. "Much warmer now," he murmured, watching Remus' face.
"Happy to be your blanket," Remus quipped and then laughed finally, leaning in to kiss Peter's jaw. He wondered how it was possible for one person to be able to make him so... giddy. Even while he was laughing, he had to shift a little, because sitting in Peter's lap was doing unexpected things to him.
Peter slid his other arm around Remus, holding him close and tilting his head. "You're so wonderful," he whispered, loving the heat that was now running through him--both from Remus' coat and from the very closeness to Remus. "M'so lucky."
"If you say so," Remus murmured, lips still curled up even as he trailed kisses to Peter's ear. He ran his hands down Peter's chest, smoke curling between them for a moment, still a little amazed that he was allowed to do this with Peter at all.
"I do say so," Peter replied, laughing. He shivered at the sensations that sent through him, the wonderful thrill of Remus' lips on his skin. He couldn't imagine his life without this now. He tilted his head a little more, got one final drag off his cigarette, then Vanished it so he could thread his fingers through Remus' hair. The hat got in his way, so he curled his fingers against the back of Remus' neck and played with the ends of his hair.
Remus slipped an arm around Peter's waist, his other with his fag staying between them, then slipped his fingers just under Peter's shirt to feel the skin of Peter's lower back. He shifted forward more, groaning as his growing excitement rubbed against Peter. He sucked Peter's earlobe into his mouth and tongued it for a moment before whispering, "What if I said I was the lucky one?"
Peter laughed again, breathlessly. "I'd say you're mad," he whispered, "but it's a good sort of madness." His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. Remus did incredible things to him. He shifted and pulled Remus a little closer, liking the feel of his arousal trapped between them.
Remus forgot his cigarette again, but this time he felt the heat nearing his fingers before he got burnt and he vanished it in time. His hand on Peter's back slid a little higher, lifting Peter's shirt more, and Remus pulled back to kiss Peter again, cupping his jaw. He made and involuntary noise of pleasure and rocked his hips against Peter. "You're amazing."
"Oh, God," Peter breathed, sliding the hand on Remus' thigh up to his hip. They were outdoors, in a fairly public place. They shouldn't do this. But Merlin, it felt so good! "Remus."
"Mmm, Peter." Remus was thankful his trousers were baggy and he was only vaguely aware of anything but the feel of Peter's body under him, even if a little voice in the back of his head was telling him to stop what they were doing right now. The fog of arousal was clouding his judgement.
"Feels good," Peter gasped, moving his hand to massage Remus' arse. "Merlin, Remus!" Oh, he was hard, and that couldn't be hidden by a kilt. What had he been thinking?
Remus groaned, then pulled back, breathless, sudden clarity hitting him at the bulge under Peter's kilt. He glanced around them to be sure they were still alone, and then plunged his hands between them to take Peter's cock in his fist. "We have to be quick," he hissed. Merlin, what had Peter done to him?! He never did things like this! Only right now he wanted so much.
"Oh my God!" Peter gasped, his eyes widening as he stared up at Remus. "Oh, oh, fuck, Remus--" This couldn't be a good idea--but he couldn't stop, either. He fumbled at the zip of Remus' trousers, then slid his hand inside, breathing hard.
Remus leaned forward until his trench coat was draped over their movements and moaned, then pushed Peter's kilt up. Y-fronts. It would be impossible to properly stroke Peter through then, but he wasn't daring enough to pull them down just yet, so he did the best he could rubbing his hand against the hardness beneath them. His own arousal was filling him until he was nearly overflowing in moments and he was certain the fact that they could easily be caught was heightening his senses. "Mmm, Peter," he groaned against Peter's neck, kissing it absently as he focused on their cocks.
Peter darted a glance at the castle entrance, then curled his fingers firmly around Remus' cock, sliding his thumb over the head. He should've gone traditional, it would've made this easier on Remus. He kept shifting his hips as he began stroking Remus, panting and licking his lips. "God, yes!" he gasped, turning his head to try to capture Remus' mouth with his own.
Remus' hand worked faster and he caught Peter's mouth in a hungry kiss, arching under Peter's touch. "Peter, Peter!" he hissed. Oh, God, this wasn't going to last very long, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
"Mmhmm, come on, come on," Peter panted, stroking Remus fast and hard. He was so close, God, he could feel himself tensing, straining--and then he let out a whimpering noise as he came. His head fell back and he focused on keeping his hand moving, haltingly, on Remus' cock, trying to bring him off quickly. "Come on," he whispered again, letting his head drop forward to rest against Remus' shoulder.
Remus chocked out a laugh that was half a moan at Peter's words, but he quickly forgot completely as his body tensed. And then he was coming, moaning Peter's name quietly as he pulsed his release against his trousers and then collapsed against Peter's chest. "Oh, Merlin." They ought to be cleaning up, but he didn't feel like doing anything but this right now.
Panting, Peter held Remus close. "Ohhh, Remus," he managed, turning his head to kiss his neck. "So good." He stroked a hand down Remus' back, thinking idly about how exposed they were. If anyone caught them out here--especially any Slytherins... But he didn't want to move.
Remus chuckled softly, pressing his face against Peter's shoulder and looking out at the bit of grounds he could see from that perspective. "Mmmhmm," he agreed. He had no desire to move, but in the back of his head he hoped Peter was watching the other part of the grounds he couldn't see.
"Like you so much," Peter whispered, pressing a kiss to Remus' ear. "Remus, Remus. My Remus." He smiled. His Remus. Yes.
Remus laughed, though he liked the sound of that and wondered if it would feel awkward to call Peter his Peter. "Your Remus is very messy," he said instead, grinning a bit. "Merlin, we really shouldn't have done that," he added, his shoulders shaking a bit with silent laughter, though he still didn't move.
"Who started it?" Peter whispered, grinning. He kissed Remus' ear again, but he reached down and pulled his wand out of his sock, where he'd stuck it for safekeeping. "Hold still." He did two cleaning charms, just to be sure, and then looked Remus in the face. "You're so fit."
"You did. You pulled me on top of you," Remus said smugly, then pulled back to look at Peter. He felt his face heat at the compliment, which was silly considering what they'd just done. "Hush, you."
"Mmm, no, you are," Peter insisted, stroking one hand along Remus' leg. "Fit and clever and fun."
"I am not above kissing you to shut you up, you know." Remus knew he wasn't really all of those things, and even if he was, he still didn't deserve something like this. He wasn't about to complain, however.
Peter giggled. "And funny," he whispered. "And did I mention fit?"
"Shut up," Remus muttered, then emphasised his point by pressing his lips against Peter's again.