LMoM: 1979 (Part 12~ March 31, 1979)
Title: 1979 Today’s Date: March 31, 1979 Rating: NC-17 Word count: ~1,200 Pairing: Remus/Severus Kink(s): Outdoor sex, oral sex, hints of early alpha!Remus Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008 Summary: 1979: One of the worst years of Remus's life. Also, one of the best. Today’s Episode: Severus gets some unwanted attention, and the wolf doesn't like it much. Notes: The possibly insane blpaintchart has agreed to speed beta and Brit pick for as long as she can stand it while I try this…so generous is my Chart!! Not only that, she is veritable font of ideas! Also, thank you to McKay for running this crazy thing.
Remus had kicked Gideon out for the evening, slamming the door in his face as he laughed hysterically, “Severus Snape? Wait, that little Slytherin creep? Remus, at least make up a better lie if you need some time to yourself…”
Not a good start, there.
Severus had arrived at the flat promptly at seven, sheathed in his Great Coat and those big black boots. Remus had tidied up the meagre furnishings, but was still shaky with self-conscious fear as Severus’s dark, critical eyes peered around the sitting room.
They had eaten Remus’s simple supper of bangers and instant mash in relative silence, careful not to touch each other or make any reference their night together. Remus heard himself rambling about funny customers at the bookshop to fill the quiet spaces in their conversation, but Severus did not appear to mind.
In the pause after they finished eating, Remus suggested they walk down the block to the pub. Severus looked relieved.
They walked hard and fast in the cool night air, matching pace perfectly. For the first time since skulking out of Disco Fever, Remus felt that everything was right in the world.
The pub was crowded, so they stood at the bar and sipped their pints like casual mates. Remus wanted to share a fag, but there were far too many neighborhood blokes who might misinterpret (or rather, rightly interpret) that intimacy and rough them up a bit. He'd seen more than one patron run out of the place while to shouts of chutney ferret or flaming poof, and was not eager for the same.
Two local birds, regulars at the pub, sidled up to Remus, giggling.
“Who’s your friend?” asked the shorter one with the gap between her teeth, who was a fixture at the pub, always drinking a shandy. “He looks like a poet.”
Remus gave Severus a glance. With his black turtleneck jumper and black trousers, his long hair curling at his shoulders, he did look like a bit like a stereotypical poet git. He certainly stood out in the crowd of burly, married workingmen from the neighborhood.
“He’s not a poet,” he replied.
Severus was ignoring the women by focusing all his attention on his beer.
“My friend wants to meet him,” said Gap-tooth, pointing behind her. “Her name’s Linda.”
Linda, a slender, red-haired girl with shockingly green eyes, was standing behind Gap-tooth and blushing madly as she peered over at Severus.
Remus watched Severus take one quick glance over at Linda, look away, and then look again, running his intense stare up and down her body with a puzzled frown. Under his probing gaze, her pink cheeks grew an alarming shade of red and she dropped her eyes to the floor with a dizzy-looking smile.
Looking back and forth between Severus and Linda, Remus felt every one of his muscles involuntarily tighten, and a sound almost like a growl start to form in his throat. Surprised, he swallowed away the sensation and sputtered, “You can tell her he’s already seeing someone.”
“Oh.” Gap-tooth deflated a bit and Linda tugged at her arm to retreat. “Well, here is her number, if he changes his mind,” she said, sliding a folded napkin towards Severus. Remus was struck with the urge to bite at her fleshy arm. He was growing warm, as if an electric current was flowing through his skin.
The two women walked away.
Hot and breathless, heedless of the room full of people, Remus grabbed Severus by the arm and whispered, “We need to get out of here right now.”
Severus looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. Remus picked up his pint and drained it, then yanked Severus by the arm out of the pub, hoping that no one was paying them any attention.
“What are you in a huff over, Lupin?” asked Severus, shaking his arm free from Remus’s grasp as they walked up the pavement towards Remus’s flat.
“You liked her,” Remus said, still confused himself as to why he was behaving in this manner. “You looked at her.”
“That woman in the pub?” Severus asked, stopping to stare at Remus. “You are having a jealous fit over a strange woman in a pub who approached me and who I ignored completely?”
One part of Remus’s mind agreed with Severus that this was bloody ridiculous, but another part, the part that seemed to be in charge, let out an actual growl.
“It seems that I am,” he snarled, grabbing Severus’s hand and pulling him at a run across the street and into the little overgrown park in the middle of the square.
“Release me, Lupin,” said Severus, trying to shake off his grip as they trundled into the dark bushes, but Remus was not going to let him free this time. He stopped them in the midst of several tall shrubs, spun around, and pulled Severus into a crushing kiss. The first touch of his mouth eased the angry fire in his gut, and the closer he pressed his body against Severus, the calmer his whirling mind became. Severus, after an initial resistance, fell into the wild kiss, opening his mouth wide and running his tongue along Remus’s teeth.
Remus’s fingers got to work hurriedly pulling open the zip of Severus’s trousers, and grabbing hold of his half-hard prick.
“Oh fuck, Lupin, what are you doing?” he whispered, awkwardly trying to back off while pressing into his hand at that same time.
“Making you forget that you were ever at that pub,” Remus said, and he dropped to his knees in the hard soil of the park, and sucked Severus’s cock down his throat.
Severus’s knees almost gave way, and Remus wrapped his arms around him tight to hold him up, nodding up and down on his cock at a frantic pace.
“Remus, you…I’m…slow down…or…fuck…oh fuck…” Severus’s quiet stream of curses fueled Remus’s motion, and he slid his hands over Severus’s arse, pulling his trousers down so that he could knead his soft, bare skin.
Remus sneaked two fingers into the crack of Severus’s arse, found his tight pucker, and applied firm pressure.
Severus shouted, “Fuck!” at full volume, and then he came in thick spurts down Remus’s throat. Remus pulled his bucking hips in close and swallowed it all down, the insane fever that had started in the pub now completely quieted.
They stayed still for several seconds, listening for footsteps or other signs that they had been heard or seen, but there were no sounds other than the normal buzz of the city. Remus finally allowed himself to loosen his grip and let Severus free.
“Idiot wolf,” Severus muttered as he caught his breath and pulled up his trousers. “Next time, prepare a Silencing charm, at least.”
Remus grinned at the assumed next time. He stood and ran his fingers along Severus’s lower lip. “I have no idea what that was about.”
“You are a jealous, possessive maniac?” Severus suggested.
“Apparently,” Remus agreed.
Severus leaned up and kissed him, running a cool finger along Remus's jaw. “Good."