LMoM 11: A Not So Inconvenient Houseguest Title: A Not So Inconvenient Houseguest Author:thescarletwoman Rating: R Pairing: Remus/Bill Kink(s): wanking, frottage, biting Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: ~1300 Summary: Remus finds himself with a houseguest briefly. Oh. Damn. Notes: Continuing in the same arc. Due to a meeting with a rather unusual woman, Remus finds that it's sex before the full moon that helps to ease his transformations. To Rose for the uber-speedy beta. :*
Bill's owl is the second in what seems to be a stream of surprise owls as of late. First was Albus's demand that he come to Hogwarts and teach Defense for the upcoming school year. Remus would have refused save for the way the owl was written. The language nearly makes it equivalent to a howler, only without the screaming and the accompanying self-destruction. The general gist of the owl is that Remus will be taking up the position and there is no room for a refusal.
Then comes Bill's. It is a plea, more than anything, begging Remus to take him in for a few nights while his flat is being repaired. Given Bill's work in Egypt, Remus is highly doubtful that he owns a flat in London simply to have it go unused for eight months out of the year. The more likely story is that Bill and Molly have had a row, and she has kicked him out of the house for a few days.
Remus, while Bill's arrival will be inconvenient, doesn't have the heart to say no.
The fact that his prick is also interested in the house guest is completely and totally beside the point.
Bill arrives a few days later and Remus is struck by how much he's changed over the past few years. They've only seen each other briefly over the years, and with Bill half a continent away, it isn't as if they get together for tea once a week. What is so striking about Bill is not his red hair or his freckles but his eyes, a piercing blue that sparkle like diamonds in the night. They seem even more vibrant given his dark tan, courtesy of the harsh African sun. His hair is longer than Remus remembers, a deep auburn colour shot with strands of gold.
It takes all of Remus's self control to keep from jumping him right then and there. Hands off, Remus reminds himself. He's only here for a few nights and it's not right for the host to take advantage.
His body wants to say screw what's right and just fuck him, but Remus's mind prevails. He knows, though, once nighttime hits, it will be even harder to keep the door between bedroom and sitting room shut and locked.
"I appreciate this," Bill says, dropping his two bags beside the sofa. "Flat's still being painted and it smells like utter shite. I'll take this --"
"What did you and Molly fight about this time?" Remus asks, hiding a chuckle. "The long hair or the earring?"
Bill's expression falls ever so slightly. "How'd you guess."
"I know Molly and I know you. I figured there had to have been words exchanged. But no worry," his smile grows more genuine. "You're allowed to stay here as long as your little heart desires."
Relief washes over Bill's face. "Really, Remus, I can't tell you how much I appreciate this." Bill bites his lower lip, suddenly faltering for words. Remus nods, trying to urge him to go on. "Is... what do I owe you?"
Remus shakes his head. "Nothing. I'm glad to help out. Besides, you let me stay with you for a bit when things were rough a couple years back. I'm returning the favour."
An odd look passes over Bill's face and Remus isn't sure what to make of it. In the end, he and Bill sit on the sofa and discuss past flings and current doings. How things are in Egypt and Remus's new job are all on the docket to be discussed and before either man knows it, the hour turns late. Remus (not quite as young as he used to be) is yawning, hiding them behind his hand and failing miserably. Then again, it could be the alcohol that is helping to mellow him out.
Anything to keep himself from pushing Bill into the cushions and fucking him until neither of them will be able to move in the morning.
That thought is pushed aside as Remus says his good-nights and practically flees from the sitting room. He strips out of his clothing in a matter of moments, sliding under the covers and summoning a bottle of lotion. He wastes no time slicking up his hand, hissing in relief when it encircles his aching prick. Remus isn't quite sure how his tented trousers managed to go unnoticed, so he chalks it up to the fact that Bill isn't interested in him that way.
Besides, when Remus discussed a few of his former male partners with Bill, the other man didn't chime in with his own masculine conquests.
Remus strokes his cock, varying the pressure and the speed of his movements, imagining it's Bill between his legs, stroking him to such perfect completion. It's Bill's lips that surround his prick, Bill's tongue that laves his bollocks, Bill's fingers that press into his skin. His breathing increases, mind filled with a myriad of images, every one featuring the straight man that is in the other room, asleep.
"Tsk, tsk. Starting without me?"
Remus's eyes fly open, turning towards the sound of the voice. While Remus may be concealed by his duvet, Bill is standing before him in all his nude and masculine glory. Bill is stroking his cock, standing erect from a nest of reddish hair at the base. Bill's eyes are on Remus, a slow smirk sliding across his face.
"Pull back the covers, let me see you," Bill instructs, tweaking a nipple with his forefinger and thumb.
Remus cannot help but obey the request. He pushes back the covers, revealing himself to Bill's eyes. He's laying in bed on his back, legs spread and thumb brushing across the slit of his leaking prick. Bill's eyes wash over Remus's body and Remus feels as if that gaze burns him wherever it lands.
"I thought..." Remus begins, grappling for words that will not come.
"I said I'd compensate you for the housing. I thought you would take that as an invitation to ask me into your bed," Bill says, moving forward and joining Remus on the bed. "I didn't realise you'd be that thick."
"You never said you liked men," Remus points out, running his hands down Bill's back, bringing their groins into alignment.
"I never said I didn't either," Bill points out.
Remus concedes that point. With his hands on Bill's arse, he guides him, Bill's cock sliding against Remus's oiled one. There is no penetration tonight, simply the feeling of rubbing against each other like dogs. Remus groans, arching his head backwards as Bill marks him with a series of bite marks along his jawline. Their cocks slide perfectly against one another and the moment Bill wraps his hand around them both, stroking as they thrust, Remus cannot hold on any longer. He lets himself fall and, running his fingertips along the cleft of Bill's arse, pushes him off the edge as well.
They lay together in a sticky, sweaty mess, not caring that the semen is drying on their stomachs. Remus has the odd visual of being glued together this way and decides there are worse ways one could be stuck to another man.
"Adequate for tonight's rent?" Bill asks, flicking his tongue across Remus's nipple.
"I'd say. You weren't here for a full day," Remus says, considering his words.
"What about tomorrow's rent?"
With a feral smile, Remus wraps his legs around Bill's thighs, keeping him securely tucked against his body.