|yule_balls_mod (yule_balls_mod) wrote in hp_yule_balls,|
@ 2008-12-15 22:44:00
|Entry tags:||2008, character: james potter, character: remus lupin, fic, pairing: james/remus|
Fic: Between a Rock, a Shelf, and Hard Remus (James/Remus, NC-17) for cedar
Title: Between a Rock, a Shelf, and Hard Remus
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older.
Summary: James and Remus brilliantly try to hide from Filch in a cramped cupboard.
Word Count: 2,262
Author's Notes: Happy Holidays! I hope you like it!
James hurtled down the corridor as fast as could, wishing for the millionth time that Sirius wasn't better at charms than he was. Because if Sirius wasn't better at Charms then he wouldn't be the one who had to sneak into the Slytherin Common Room and he wouldn't have needed the cloak and James wouldn't be running through the school perfectly visible with Filch on his heels. He rounded a corner and spotted a cupboard. Perfect! He flung the door open, jumped inside, and promptly tripped over who-knows-what. He cursed and frantically lit his wand. The cupboard was littered with odds and ends, but nowhere to hide. James looked into the back of it. The ceiling dipped down lower and lower as it went to the back of the cupboard. There was a shelf near the back, pushed as far as it could go under the ceiling and it looked like there was enough space behind it to fit. James wondered if he could get across the junk strewn floor without making more noise.
"Where did you get to, you rotten maggots?" Filch screamed.
A shadow fell over the crack in the door and James tried to back up. He killed the light from his wand and held his breath. He was caught. Maybe it would be too dark, Filch didn't have a wand, maybe he wouldn't see…
The door flew open. It wasn't quite light enough to illuminate him, but James shrank back anyway. He closed his eyes and waited for Filch's triumphant cry. Instead the figure in the doorway leapt inside too, closing the door behind him. He stumbled over the same crap that James had and crashed right into him.
"Oof!" James cried as he was hit.
James recognized the voice. "Moony?" he hissed.
"Prongs? Merlin, you scared the hell out of me!" Remus gasped. "Filch is right behind me!"
"Shit, he's gonna catch us," James groaned.
Footsteps echoed outside the cupboard. So James did the only thing he could think of. He cast a silencing charm around them and grabbed Remus.
"What are you--?" Remus cried.
James crashed over mops and buckets and rags in the general direction of the shelf he had seen. He slid behind it and slammed his back against the wall in the corner and dragged Remus with him.
Another shadow passed over the door and stopped. James held his breath, even though Filch wouldn't be able to hear them. For a moment he was hyper-aware of everything around him. His back was pressed against the wall and his shoulders were smashed between the other wall and the shelf. But Remus…oh Merlin, he could feel every inch of Remus that was touching him. His right arm was still snaked around Remus's waist from when he had dragged him behind the shelf and he could feel heat even though Remus's jumper. His stomach and chest weren't quite touching Remus's back, but they were so close together that James could feel heat sparking between them. His left arm was pressed against the wall and Remus had his just under it. It was there, right there, where their bare wrists brushed, that James felt more electricity than anywhere else. James took it all in and then had time to wonder why he had never realized how sexy Remus was and why he would come to this conclusion in the dark.
Then the door flew open. "Got you!" Filch yelled.
Remus sucked in a sharp breath and shoved back against James, deeper into the corner. James peered over the shelf between two bottles of Doxie-Spray at the silhouette of Filch in the doorway. Filch's head swiveled back and forth as he peered into the darkness. Then he cursed under his breath and slammed the door shut. The lock clicked and the boys listened as his footsteps faded.
"Whoa…" Remus let out a sigh of relief and collapsed against James.
James's thoughts came to an abrupt halt. His whole body felt like it was on fire. Remus's back fit perfectly against his chest. James's nose was right at the back of the taller boy's jaw line and every breath James took filled his nose with Remus's scent. It was intoxicating. Did he…had he really just thought that about one of his best mates?
"James…" Remus whispered. He didn't move.
It was then James realized that the space between the shelf and wall was so narrow that they were lined up in exactly the same way. Which put James's penis directly in the center of Remus's arse. Then James had another revelation. He was really, really hard and it was physically impossible for Remus not to feel it.
"Oh, fuck," he said. "Moony, that isn't… I mean…I'm not…"
Remus leaned forward again and James let his arm drop away. Remus turned around James could feel his breath on his face. James's own breath hitched slightly.
"I won't tell anyone if you won't," Remus said.
"D-deal," James stammered. He was glad that this was Remus; Sirius wouldn't make a deal like that, he'd have run out of the cupboard and yelled it to the school, or at least tried to blackmail James with it. Then again, James didn't think he'd have this reaction with Sirius. But still, it was strange that Remus would offer that first. And why would he think that James would ever tell anyone?
Then James got his answer.
"Deal," Remus agreed. Then he leaned forward. His thigh pressed right between James's legs and James let out an involuntary gasp at the contact. He tried to collect his wits to ask Remus just what the hell he thought he was doing and froze with his mouth halfway open; something hot and hard was pressing against his own thigh.
"You haven't been nearly as subtle these past few months as you think you have," Remus whispered. "Then again, I guess I've been too subtle."
James could feel the breath from every word against his lips. Remus must have been just inches away. It took everything James had to not lean forward just a bit and press his lips against Remus's. Remus held equally still. After a moment Remus's words penetrated James's shocked brain and he realized what Remus meant. But if he was implying…then why didn't he just kiss James and get it over with? James sucked in a ragged breath – of course, Remus was giving him a chance to move or back down. James tilted his head up just a bit and leaned forward. Then they were kissing. Remus's lips were warm and firm on his own. For just a moment they pressed together in a chaste kiss then James and Remus moved at the same moment. James released his elbows from their cramped position between wall and shelf and flung them around Remus's neck. Remus stepped closer and pushed James harder into the wall.
For a wild moment it reminded James of wrestling in the dark which, considering he shared a room with three other blokes, wasn't exactly unheard of. But, he realized in the same moment, this was nothing like wrestling. They weren't pushing each other away, they were pulling each other closer. There were no punches or kicks; instead they grabbed anywhere they could. James had a fistful of Remus's hair and a handful of tie. He could feel Remus's hands clutching his shoulders, then his hips, then his face, then his shoulders again. Instead of kicking at each other their legs were tangled and a distant part of James knew that the fact their hips were jammed between wall and shelf was the only thing keeping them upright.
Then there was the kissing: definitely not a wrestling thing. Remus's mouth was hot and wet on his and their tongues twisted around each other and ran over teeth and lips. Remus's tongue brushed across the roof of James's mouth and James groaned around it.
James's hand released Remus's tie and wandered down his back. James was acutely aware that he was fondling Remus's arse. His hand. On Remus's arse. And it wasn't an accidently-on-purpose brush, not that those seemed to have fooled Remus anyway. It wasn't even a fantasy! He was really squeezing Remus's arse and the werewolf wasn't yelling at him or hitting him, but kissing him! James's fingertips brushed across Remus's wand and a bit of parchment sticking out of his back pocket.
"Is-is that…is this the Map?" James gasped between kisses.
"Yeah." Just one word and Remus's voice was deeper and huskier and, oh Merlin, sexier than James had ever imagined.
"Good." Sirius and Peter wouldn't be able to track them down.
James summoned all of his Gryffindor courage and moved his hand from Remus's arse to his crotch. He pulled his thigh back and replaced it with his hand. He wasn't entirely sure what Remus would do, but James figured that even a rejection was worth this moment. Even though the fabric James could feel the heat radiating off of Remus. He cupped firmly and Remus groaned and sank against his hand.
"J-James," he choked.
"Alright?" James asked, even as he started to move his hand up and down.
"Wait…" Remus moved his hands down to James's and pushed it away. Before James could react he heard fabric shuffling and Remus grabbed his hand again. He pulled it closer to him and let go the moment James's fingers touched his bare stomach.
"If you…I-I mean you don't…you don't have to…" Remus stammered.
Instead of answering James slid his hand down into Remus's unbuttoned trousers and under his pants. He took Remus's cock into his hand and started gently stroking. Remus whimpered and dropped his head into the crook of James's neck. A moment later he felt Remus fumbling with his trousers and then a hand slid in. James cursed and pressed himself against Remus's chest. He'd never imagined that it would feel this bloody brilliant and he'd imagined it quite a bit.
James didn't know how long they stood like that, but all at once something felt different. Oh. Remus's finger was in his arse.
"Is…" Remus whispered.
Truth be told, it wasn't entirely fine; it felt bloody weird, but sort of in a good way. Then Remus's finger curved and hit a spot that James had only heard about.
"Shit, Moony!" he cried out, bucking his hips up.
"I hope that silencing charm of yours is still up," Remus chuckled. He curled his finger again and James thrust against him with another groan.
Remus worked in another finger and then another.
"Yeah," James choked out between moans. "Do it."
Remus pushed James harder into the wall and pulled his legs up around his waist. On knee knocked something off of the shelf before James rested it there, the other scraped against the wall. For a moment James considered asking if he was too heavy, but reminded himself that Remus was a bit stronger than the average, well, human. Then he felt the tip of Remus's penis slide into him and nearly forgot his own name. Remus pushed in slowly and James gasped and clutched his shoulders.
"Fine," James hissed.
Remus slid in all the way and paused. Then he started to move. James grabbed him and thrust his tongue into Remus's mouth, kissing at the same tempo. Remus held James's hip with one hand and wrapped his other around James's cock and matched his thrusts with strokes.
James gasped into his mouth and Remus groaned in agreement. Each thrust pushed James's back up against the wall, but all he could feel was Remus pounding into his arse and pumping his cock. Remus's rhythm suddenly faltered, his body tensed and James knew that he was about to come. He broke off the kiss and James opened his eyes. Remus's amber eyes, nearly glazed over with lust, looked back at him. He opened his mouth to speak; no doubt to ask if James minded. Before he could ask James grabbed a fistful of his hair and shoved their mouths back together.
"Come inside me, Remus," he gasped, then thrust his tongue into Remus's mouth and pressed his hips as close to Remus's as he could.
Remus groaned and thrust harder. Then he shuddered and cried out. Even as his hips stilled he kept his hand wrapped around James's cock and worked it. It only took a couple more pulls, and then pleasure like nothing James had felt before exploded though him. Remus sagged against James, pushing him even harder against the wall, but James didn't mind, he doubted that he'd be able to stand.
They cleaned up silently and soon found themselves standing by the door to the cupboard.
"Well, if you ever hide from Filch in a cupboard again, let me know," Remus laughed nervously.
"Can I hide somewhere with a bed?" James asked. He immediately winced, waiting for Remus to be horrified, but to his surprise Remus laughed.
"Sure. We'll use a bed next time. I mean…if you don't mind a next time."
James grinned and slapped him on the arse for an answer. Remus rolled his eyes and tried to tug the door open. Tried.
"Bollocks," he said.
"So, we're locked in?"
"We're wizards, Prongs. I just need…" Remus started to reach for his wand, but James grabbed his hand.
"Locked in," he repeated. "However will we pass the time?"
Remus returned his wicked grin and a moment later found himself pressed against the wall.
"Your turn," James whispered, then kissed him.
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