Title: Happy Birthday to Me Author (we use that term loosely): nimrod_9 Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Severus
Word Count: 812
Challenge: Remus Birthday – prompt RJL Summary: Remus give himself a birthday present Disclaimer: Not blonde, not from England…’nough said Warnings: Unbeta’d. Sadly unbrit-picked.
A/N: Sorry Remus!! Only a month late! Yikes!
After weeks of legal strife, the tiny cottage in Wales he had inherited from his great-grandmother was officially and forever his. Remus ran his thumb over the raised RJL, on the top of his valise, like a talisman. Everything had been carefully packed in preparation for his move. He surveyed the dreary room at Grimmauld Place; perhaps a better word would have been miserable, at least it had been dry. This had been his home for the better part of the last five years, and except for Harry he wasn’t going to miss it one bit.
With Harry’s teasing about werewolves and wild parties still ringing in his ears, Remus settled the trunks that followed him through the floo onto the lounge floor. The unpacking could wait. He needed a shower as much for cleanliness as for its calming effects. Careless fingers raked through his damp hair as he checked himself in the mirror one more time. The rosiness in his cheeks was from the warm water or anticipation. There was no telling which. Today, Remus turned forty-one and he was giving himself a gift, something he’d wanted for ages. A chance with Severus.
Remus was two minutes early when he rapped on Severus’ door. It was a full minute before he could hear footsteps approaching the door. The door was opened just slightly more than a crack. Severus glanced about carefully at the houses on either side.
“Get in here.” He ordered. “You never know how might be watching.”
Remus slipped past him into the entryway, which consisted of a smallish rug. Severus closed and warded the door.
“Your missive did not clearly explain the purpose of your visit.”
“I would just like to talk.”
Severus hadn’t moved. “I will not be coerced into any Ministry sponsored anniversary celebration to commemorate the demise of Tom Riddle.”
“That’s not why I’m here.”
“Ah, it would be the “Witches Alliance to Reform Death Eaters” then. I had not heard you were a member.” Severus sneered.
Remus’ lips twitched. “I can provide ample proof that I do not fit that particular group’s anatomical requirements. Shall I?”
Severus tilted his chin up. “Or perhaps…”
“Stop it, Severus!”
“I know what it is..” the silky voice continued in a spiteful tone.
“Shut up, Severus!”
“A bit nastier than before are we?” Severus bit out.
Remus stepped menacingly forward and the ex-Potions Master retreated until his back hit the door.
“Lupin, I am warning you…” Severus’ voice was not quite as controlled as it had been.
Remus took one more quick step forward and sealed Severus’ mouth with his own. Severus’ mouth remained rigid for only a moment and then softened. The werewolf took his opening and pressed for more. It was a fiercely fought battle of tongues and lips and teeth. Two pairs of hands tugged at the others’ uncooperative clothing. Remus managed to tug Severus’ shirt free from his trousers before their mouths fastened together again, and their hips undulated in a slow roll.
Carefully, Remus worked his hand inside Severus’ trousers passed the thick leather belt and the soft, cottony pants. Severus gasped as Remus wrapped his hand over his throbbing prick.
“Don’t…I…wait…” He whispered roughly.
Remus removed his hand pressing his finger, slippery with Severus’ own intimate clear fluid, under his chin and asked, ‘Together?”
Severus swallowed visibly and nodded. Remus’ fingers flew to unbutton Severus’ shirt and then undid his own. Severus shimmied his hips to push his trousers and pants lower, before starting on Remus’. Their chests collided and everything else stopped. A gasp and a groan preceded what was now a tortuously slow skin on skin dance. Remus grasped Severus’ hips and pulled him close, rocking slowly until neither man could take any more. The rest of the clothing that was between them was roughly shoved away. A hiss and a quiet fuck could be heard as their cocks brushed together.
“Lupin…” Severus breathed roughly.
Remus grasped their cocks together; he pulled them in short, quick strokes while they continued the sinuous roll of their bodies together. Sweat beaded, their groans grew louder and the door rattled.
“Severus, please…” It was a plea and Remus could not wait any longer for the answer. He cried out spilling himself over his hand and their bellies. Severus’ groan was muffled by Remus’ shirt as he fell over the edge as well.
They stood pressed together panting. Neither moved or said a word. The March chill began to pervade their damp skin. Remus hand began slowing stroking Severus’ arm.
“Why now?” Severus asked his voice low and rough.
“Because I am employed, have a home of my own and I now have something to offer.”
Severus’ wrinkled his brow as he rested his head on Remus’ shoulder. “What would make you believe that you … that this would not be enough?” He whispered.