A/N: For </a></strong></a>zephre’s b-day. Cross-posted from my journal. In the spirit of the Trading Places challenge I used her art piece ‘Peeping Snape’ as inspiration. It can be found here . Only I can be blamed for this!!
It had been four days. Four. They were supposed to stay the entire summer at Grimmauld Place watching over the golden trio. This was the fourth evening he’d walked past Lupin’s door to see him undressing. Didn’t the man know how to close and lock the door? Severus had casually mentioned at breakfast his own lock didn’t work, everyone else at the table assured him theirs did. So that wasn’t Remus’ excuse.
Tonight, he stood mesmerized, as before. Remus’ turquoise shirt made his hazel eyes appear a captivating spring green. Severus’ own eyes worked their way down Remus, first to the moderately bulging bicep, and then down his chest to the washboard taut abdomen. Severus’ fingers ached to run over the muscles there, and lightly trace the stark white scars. His own frame was thin, but he had no muscle definition to his belly. How did Remus do it? Was it a werewolf trait?
Speaking of werewolf traits couldn’t Remus with his supposed heightened senses, smell his personal aroma, hear him, or even smell his arousal. Didn’t his animal instincts detect someone watching him? Severus, himself, had felt the temperature rise ten degrees, didn’t the werewolf notice?
Now, Remus was slipping out of his denims. Severus followed the short trail of hair to the top of Remus’ y-fronts. He averted his eyes from the well-filled pants, and watched Remus’ thigh emerge from under their cover. The denims were tossed casually toward the chair. Remus hooked his thumbs in the top of his pants, Severus turned away as he had the previous three nights.
He hurried to his room and quietly closed the door. He really wanted to watch that. Was Remus tan all over? Did he have socks stuffed down in the front of his pants? Would he let Severus lick his hipbones and suck his cock? Bugger. Yes, that’s exactly what he wanted to do. This called for another wank; he cast a silencing charm before he began.
Day five had been interminable. The trio had wanted to spend the day at the beach. The weather had been perfect, and Remus had been anxious to go as well. Out numbered he was forced to go along, but nothing could convince him to put on swimwear. Remus, obviously, had no qualms about wearing it. From Severus’ point of view the scenery had been spectacular. He had been a bit disappointed that the skimpy bathing suit he’d hoped Remus would wear turned out to be something called board shorts.
The news at dinner was good. The trio would be spending the weekend at the Burrow, they, however, would not go until morning. Dinner was cleaned up, and Hermione brought out a Muggle game. Monopoly, London Edition. Was there any other? By the time the evening was over he owned: Mayfair, Park Lane, Oxford, Bond, Regent, Picadilly, and Coventry Streets, Trafalgar Square and all the train stations. Everyone, finally, conceded defeat.
Severus dawdled before heading to bed. As he got to Remus’ door he discovered he was just in time for the show, again. When Remus went to tug his denims down, Severus averted his face. He was grabbed by the shoulders, and roughly pulled into Remus’ room. His back hit the now closed door, and Remus whispered in his ear.
“Do you only like to watch or do you like to do?”
“Lupin, the children.”
“I’m sure they’re doing fine without us.”
“You don’t mean…?” Severus trailed off.
“Severus, think about yourself at that age. They’re either all wanking separately or doing something together in one of the available permutations.”
Remus rocked his hips against Severus. “Back to us. Do you want to?”
“Lupin, We… I…”
“You’re straight?”
“Hardly.”
“You’re involved.”
“Oh, please.”
“You don’t find me physically attractive?”
“Shut up, Lupin.” Severus crushed Remus mouth with his.
Later, Severus lay across Remus’ bed as Remus smoothed healing ointment down his back. It had been rubbed raw when Remus’ fucked him against the door. Remus eventually flopped down next to him pulling the blankets over them.
“You really are an animal, you know.”
“Just means more fucking, more often.” Remus mumbled sleepily.