A/N: Written in honour of my dearest blpaintchart whose Hands and Wrists of Woe (TM) prevent her from writing or drawing for her beloved Potions Master. Yes, you know they would end up in the loo!! Many thanks to drachenminafor the beta and brit pick!! *kisses* Any mistakes are mine!!
“Lupin, where are you taking me?” Severus asked his voice just short of a whinge.
Remus Apparated them to the entrance of Terminal 5 at HeathrowAirport. The morning air was cold and damp.
“Lupin, its bloody freezing here. Our bed was nice and warm.” Severus complained.
Remus wrapped an arm around him and pulled him inside. “You’ll be warm soon enough.”
Severus harrumphed. “Why are we here?”
“We’re going to Paris for your birthday!”
“Perhaps it has escaped your notice, but we could have used a portkey and been there in three minutes.”
“I know.” Remus stated calmly as he steered them toward the security queue.
Severus rolled his eyes. “Exactly how long will this take?”
“The security or the flight.”
“Both. All of it!”
“Our flight leaves in one hour and the travel time to Paris is another hour and twenty minutes. The security queue, well, it takes as long as it takes.”
“Lupin!” Severus hissed and lowered his voice further. “If you want to fly, I can fly!”
Remus grinned wickedly. “Not above five thousand two hundred and eighty feet.”
Realization dawned and Severus’ eyes grew wide. “You propose…”
Remus whispered close to Severus’ ear “I propose we join the mile-high club this morning.”
Severus swallowed convulsively, but he said nothing. during which time Severus fidgeted impatiently and glared at any Muggles who dared to come within three feet of him, Remus directed them to a row of hard plastic chairs, where Severus found himself fidgeting for a different reason as Remus whispered naughty nothings into his ear until it was time for them to board the plane.
Once aboard, Severus looked dubiously at the three across seating. Thewerewolf was completely daft! He doubted his knees were even going to fit in the space allotted. Certainly, there was no spare space provided to allow a sexual encounter. He also had serious reservations about putting on a display for the man in the suit by the window. Remus slipped into the center seat; Severus was grateful to have the aisle. Their legs pressed tightly together and Remus held one of his hands tightly. The take-off was uneventful.
After about five minutes of not making small talk, Remus started trailing his fingers up Severus’ thigh as filthy suggestions whispered off his tongue. Severus squirmed in his seat, his eyes darting about to see if anyone was watching. Everyone else appeared to be engrossed in their morning papers. Remus became bolder, his hand running over Severus’ cock and balls and down between his legs. Severus wriggled in his seat again. After a few passes of Remus’ hand and the unending stream of obscene suggestion in his ear Severus relented and pressed against Remus’ hand. This caused Remus to intensify his teasing. Finally, Severus grabbed the hand in his lap and held it still.
“Lupin!” Severus’ voice was low and tense.
“Ready?”
Severus simply glared at Remus.
“All right, get up and go towards the back. Go into the lavatory on the left.”
Severus looked down at his lap.
Remus whispered. “Your jacket should cover it, besides no one is looking. I’ll follow in a minute, leave the door unlocked.”
Without hesitation, Severus followed his instructions. He stood in the tiny loo looking at his flushed cheeks and tented trousers. Remus slipped in behind him and Severus felt his hard prick against his arse. The lock on the door clicked. There was absolutely no room in here to do this, but he couldn’t possibly wait. Remus must have seen the distress on his face in the mirror because he adjusted them into a brief awkward kiss.
The talented fingers returned to his trouser front, but this time they began to undo the fastenings. Severus groaned.
“Shhh! We need to be quiet.” Remus whispered.
“Silencing charm…”
“No.” Remus hissed. “We just have to be silent so no on catches on. Makes it more fun.” He whispered conspiritally. “You appreciate a challenge, don’t you?” Remus’ tone was hushed as he slid Severus’ trousers and pants down.
Severus watched his Adam’s apple and his cock bob in the mirror. “Lube.” He whispered.
“That we can do.” Remus quietly cast the spell.
Severus sighed and spread his legs a little while his cock grew harder. “Lupin.” The name was a plea. Remus’ trousers were down about his knees in a thrice and he caressed the pale, globes in front of him.
“Ready?”
Severus nodded and bent forward holding onto the sink. Remus pushed in slowly and when he was fully seated he sighed. Practised fingers wrapped around Severus’ cock and they began to rock together. Remus shifted them until he received a gulping gasp and could see Severus biting his lip.
The mirror was going to be Severus’ undoing; both of their faces and his cock being pulled reflected back at him. It was more incredible than the best stag film he had ever seen. Remus cock was hitting just right and he was tried to be quiet, but a loud groan that sounded like ‘fuck’ erupted from his mouth at the same time his cock erupted all over the sink top.
Remus gasped aloud as he watched and came hard inside the tight channel.
There was a sudden rapping at the door. “Excuse me.” A female voice called.
They both stiffened and held their breath. “Yes?” Remus responded.
“Are you all right sir?”
A grin split Remus’ face “Um. Yes, sorry. Just a bit of motion sickness.”
The woman paused. “Not a problem, we just need to check.”
After a moment Severus whispered. “If you laugh….”
Remus was already shaking. “I’ll try not to, but it does make me want to do it again.”
Severus rolled his eyes, but was quite content to remain just where he was for another few minutes.
As they got off the aeroplane, Severus asked. “What now?”
Remus smiled indulgently. “We’re in Paris. We have lunch and shop.”
After an exquisite lunch, they indulged in a little designer shopping and then strolled along the Seine casting warming charms as they went against the January chill.
Severus pictured a flight back to London and his trousers tightened considerably. He had to know. “How will we be getting back?”
“Via the Eurostar.”
“Eurostar? Obviously, Muggle” Severus gestured impatiently for Remus to expand his short answer.
“High speed train that goes under the English Channel.”
“A train?” Severus fairly squeaked.
Remus nodded slowly. “I’ve never done it on a train. Have you?”
Severus shook his head.
“Then this will be a case of many happy returns.” Remus waggled his eyebrows.
Severus rolled his eyes, but warmth spread through his belly and downward. Merlin, he loved this sodding werewolf!