kat_scratches (kat_scratches) wrote in ficbits, @ 2007-08-04 12:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp, pg, remus/sirius |
HP fic "Bird Calls" (PG)
Title: Bird Calls
Disclaimer: So not mine. Which, in retrospect, is probably a good thing.
Notes: Spoiler-free. MWPP-era. 441 words, and about as close to PWP as I get. Much thanks to pre_raphaelite1 for the quick beta!
Rating: PG-13, I think.
Bird Calls
Up against the wall, Remus’ cloak is rucked up against the rough stone. Strong sure hands – Sirius’ hands – are impatient under his jumper, skin searching for skin.
“Moony.” Sirius’ voice is muffled against Remus’ collarbone. “Want you now.”
“Where?” Remus asks breathlessly. Sirius’ mouth is still warm on his throat, his tongue licking against Remus’ suddenly fevered pulse.
“Astronomy Tower?”
Remus shakes his head. “Predictable. D’you want McGonagall to find us again?”
“Good point.” Sirius’ hand lowers to press against Remus’ erection, stroking, stroking. “That passage to Honeydukes?”
“Too far, and besides–“ Remus pulls Sirius right against him. “—Peter’s due back from Hogsmeade any minute now.”
Both their jumpers are pushed up, shirttails untucked. Pressed up against each other like this, belly to belly, is like being naked while still fully clothed. “Too right,” Sirius says thoughtfully, lips alongside Remus’ jaw. “Wouldn’t want to shock him any more.”
“Mm,” Remus agrees. “I think walking in on us last week in the showers nearly did him in. Dorm, then? Your bed or mine?”
Sirius’ fingers are lightly tracing along the length of Remus’ cock, which is pushing insistently against the confines of his trousers. “Can’t. James is in there. Studying. With Lily.”
“Studying? James? Our James?”
“So he claims.” Thigh to thigh, Sirius rubs himself against Remus, pushing him against the stone wall of the corridor.
“Couldn’t anyway,” Remus says. It’s very hard to concentrate on anything but Sirius’ cock against his own, separated only by a few thin bits of fabric. “You make too much noise.”
“I what?”
“You make noise. You whimper, Pads.” Remus pulls Sirius as close as he possibly can without knocking them both over.
Sirius pulls back slightly, frowning. “I do not whimper.”
“Oh, but you do,” Remus assures him. “It’s really quite adorable. Sounds rather like… well, like a dove being tortured.”
“I – a what? – I do not!” Sirius splutters.
“Well,” says Remus, dipping his hands into Sirius’ trousers to cup his arse, “I was going to say pigeon, but a pigeon would probably squawk horribly if you tortured it–“
“Why are we torturing innocent birds?”
“—and you make more of a cooing noise, soft but with a lovely throatiness behind it, all gruff and sexy at the same time, and…” He trails off. Sirius is staring at him with a curiously pained expression. Remus asks, “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Come on,” Sirius says brusquely, straightening up. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”
“The owlery,” Sirius growls, grabbing Remus by the hand and breaking into a run, “so I can make as much bloody noise as I want!”