Still, where did the lighter fluid come from? (emiime) wrote in lee_love, @ 2007-09-01 12:01:00
Love for Lee!
Title: The Benefits and Drawbacks of Sobering Potions Pairing: James/Remus Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 1617 Warnings: Watersports. Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's. Summary: Sobering potions take a while to kick in. Notes: For the gorgeous snegurochka_lee. This is my first time writing this pairing, and also my first foray into writing watersports, so I'm a bit nervous, but I truly hope you like this. You are wonderful!
"Jamie Jamie Jamie, shh. Don't wanna wake. Neighbours."
James leaned against the wall, letting Remus's words filter through the alcoholic haze that surrounded him. Remus was fumbling with something that didn't sound like keys. James leaned forward and peered at what Remus held, then grabbed his friend's hand.
"No wands," he hissed, "Neighbours. Muggles. Where're your keys?"
"Right right right," Remus murmured, and he discovered his keys in his pocket and began jamming them at the lock. Remus was far drunker than he, James reflected, and he turned his head a little to look at his friend.
"You never call me Jamie," James said, his tongue thick, as Remus found the right key and they stumbled into his flat. "Sirius calls me Jamie."
"I know," Remus said, fumbling in a cupboard, "I know I know I know."
James collapsed on the sofa. "I hate being called Jamie."
"I know," Remus said again, and he slumped on the sofa next to James, swigging from a bottle containing something murky and brown. He passed the bottle to James, who sniffed it before imbibing.
"That's not whisky," James spluttered, shaking his head.
"Nope. Sobering potion. Have to, have to get up in the morning. You, too. We'll sleep, okay? God I'm bloody pissed. Jamie Jamie Jamie. Bad idea." Remus sprawled on the sofa, his head lolling on James's shoulder.
"Yeah," said James after a moment, after he'd processed what Remus had to say, "Yeah, we'll sleep. Not here. Up, Remus, sit up." He shoved at Remus's shoulder, and Remus made a sleepy little snuffling noise.
"Whazza?"
"Gotta piss. Get up."
"Mmm. Me, too. Jamie Jamie. Let's go."
They dragged each other to their feet, shrugging off their coats and jumpers. James kicked off his shoes and Remus promptly tripped over them. James grabbed his friend's arm and they made their way down a hallway that had never before seemed so long, until they reached Remus's clean but shabby little bathroom. James propped himself against the wall while Remus swayed in front of the toilet, his hands hovering in front of his crotch.
"Jamie."
"You don't call me Jamie." James closed his eyes and tipped his head back. The sobering potion would take a little while to work, he knew, and he hated waiting—it took all the fun out of being drunk, knowing you soon wouldn't be and would have to face up to the world's existence.
"I know. I know. But tonight, okay, tonight I will. Just for tonight. Jamie, I need help."
"With what?" James cracked an eye open. Remus was still swaying there in front of the toilet, right where James had left him.
"Jamie, I'm too drunk. Help a bloke out." Remus plucked at his belt, then dropped his hand to his side.
James peeled himself from the wall and lurched in Remus's direction. "What d'you want me to do, hold it for you? Come on."
But Remus just turned his head and looked at James with those ridiculous eyes with their ridiculous lashes and James found himself standing behind Remus, jerking open his belt and his trousers and tugging Remus's cock from the warm, damp reaches of his pants. Remus put a hand on James's and aimed, and a moment later James heard Remus's piss hitting something in the vicinity of the toilet bowl, and his head dropped to Remus's shoulder.
And a moment after that, the entire scenario penetrated James's still-drunk mind.
"This isn't weird, is it, Moony?" he asked, his words half-absorbed by Remus's shirt.
"'S not weird. We're mates." Remus tipped his head back a little. "Almost done, then you."
"'Kay," said James, and his hand twitched a little on Remus's cock. Remus jumped, and James put his free arm around Remus's waist and smoothed a hand over the exposed skin where Remus's shirt had got rucked up a little.
Remus shivered, and James realised he was growing hard against Remus.
Fucking sobering potion.
"Sorry, Moony," James murmured, "You know 's well 's I do that that potion does that sometimes."
Remus didn't answer, just shook himself and tucked himself back into his trousers, nudging James's hand out of the way. He turned around, then, and put his hands on James's shoulders.
"Go 'head."
James just looked at Remus. His face was so very close, and he smelled so familiar, and James only had time to murmur Moony before his mouth covered Remus's and his hands were on Remus's face and he thrust himself against Remus, and (ohthankgod) Remus…was kissing him back.
They sank to the floor, and there were hands and legs everywhere, and James's glasses got knocked askew and he didn't care, hardly noticed, just felt, just sensed.
And Remus pushed him back, murmuring against his throat (Jamie Jamie Jamie) and James arched up, and James was on fire.
"You don't call me Jamie," he protested, hooking a leg around one of Remus's.
"I do," Remus replied, and he slipped and landed hard on James's stomach, on James's bladder.
Fuck.
"Moony, lemme up, stop, Moony, please." James writhed under Remus's ministrations. He'd forgotten entirely what he'd come in here to do.
"Why?" Remus drew back, hands still fisted in James's open shirt, lips puffed and parted, eyes half-lidded.
"Gotta piss. Lemme up."
Remus just shook his head and opened James's trousers. "It's okay," he said, "It's okay, Jamie. You go 'head."
"No, Moony, I'm serious. Gonna piss if you don't—" Remus had found his insistent erection now and was palming it inside his cotton boxers. James writhed and clenched his teeth. Remus was sitting on his legs and, in James's impaired state, it was a far sight harder to push him off that it would have been had the sobering potion kicked in yet.
"You're too hard to piss," Remus said, and he ran his hand up the length of James's erection, breathing hard.
"Fucking sobering potion," James said aloud, and something started buzzing in the back of his brain. Maybe they shouldn't be—
But James shook his head, flicking the thought away. It was fine. It was fine.
"Moony, lemme breathe for a minute." Remus obligingly rolled off, collapsing between James and the bathtub. James concentrated on breathing, willed his erection to go down even as it poked out of his pants, red and obstinate. It went down a little, then a little more. James hissed out a long breath.
"'Kay," he said then, "Better. Help me up. Gotta go."
He struggled to his knees, but Remus blocked his way.
"Moony," James whined.
"Do it," Remus whispered.
James's eyebrows knitted together, and something started buzzing in the back of his mind again. He dropped his head to Remus's shoulder.
"Go ahead," Remus said, his hand loosely circling James's erection, "'S okay. I like it."
And why the hell should it have sounded like a good idea, and why the hell should James have complied? But he did.
"Okay," James whispered, and he let out a trickle of piss. God—relief. Weird relief, but—still.
Remus's hand trailed down his length and his fingers rubbed the head of James's cock. He put his forehead against James's and they both stared down at Remus's hand and James's cock, and James couldn't hold it any longer, and he let out another little trickle and then started pissing in earnest, the sparkling stream flowing over Remus's fingers and onto the floor.
Remus moaned Jamie Jamie Jamie and grabbed James's cock, tucking it inside his own open trousers, and James couldn't stop, it felt too good, and if Remus liked it, who was he to quarrel, and they were both still drunk enough anyway, weren't they, to be doing something this weird?
James pissed down the front of Remus's trousers, soaking Remus's erection, his cock held captive by Remus's hand and the band of Remus's pants.
"Moony, Moony, oh my god," James muttered as he felt himself growing hard again even before he'd squeezed out the last few drops of piss, and Remus was rutting against him then, pushing him to the floor and coming all over James in short notice, grunting and coating James's belly in ropy strands of white. James thrust up against Remus, who grabbed his cock and jerked him to completion, and James squeezed shut his eyes and clenched his teeth and came all over Remus's hand and his own belly, his seed mixing with Remus's, and they both collapsed, panting, Remus half on top of James, his hand trailing in their mingled come.
"Fuck," James moaned after a moment. He opened his eyes and immediately closed them against the light. He was definitely not still drunk, but he also wasn't quite sober, hanging somewhere in between but sober enough to realise exactly what he had just done.
"Remus," he said softly.
"I know," Remus moaned from beside him, "Have you got your wand?"
James had, and he cleaned them up, not meeting Remus's eyes, and they struggled to their feet.
In the hallway, James chanced a glance at Remus's face and found that Remus was staring at him.
"I'm—" said Remus, but he shook his head, cutting himself off. "You can have my bed."
"I'll take the sofa," James replied.
Remus nodded and turned to move into the bedroom.
"'Night, James," he called softly over his shoulder, and James paused on his way to the sofa.
"Moony?"
Remus reappeared in the bedroom doorway.
"Yes?"
"It's okay if you call me Jamie."
Remus smiled and ducked his head and turned out the lights.