A/N: A million thanks to blpaintchartfor the beta!!
Remus dozed for about forty-five minutes before he carefully got out of bed. He was having several inappropriate thoughts that he couldn’t shake. A shower would be just the thing to cleanse his brain. He glanced at Severus who was still napping; resisting the urge to go back to bed, he turned resolutely toward the bath. Later, with a towel carelessly wrapped around his waist he emerged from the bathroom.
Severus sat in a chair, wrapped in a fluffy black dressing gown and holding his clothes on his lap. Remus felt the weight of Severus’ eyes on his body.
“I’m sorry if I woke you.”
“I do not usually nap during the day.”
“Er. Do you need a healing spell?”
Severus wrinkled his brow and shook his head. “A shower will suffice.” He got up and strode to the loo.
Remus dressed quickly, his mind awash with things to say and not to say. He didn’t have much time for his musings before Severus was out of the shower. When Severus appeared at the bathroom door he looked cool, calm and collected. It made Remus feel even more out of sorts. He let out a long breath.
They both stood looking at the door. Remus went for humour. “Do you think it’s safe?”
“I doubt there are any wild-magical creatures on the other side of that door. If there were, I imagine Lucius would have sold tickets to the event.” Severus said, deadpan.
Remus threw back his head and laughed. “And sold the broadcast rights to the WWN.”
“Undoubtedly.”
“I’m willing to risk it.” Remus stepped forward and opened the door just as he felt cool fingertips touch his hand.
They had ended up in the Orangery. There were at least a dozen magical mixed fruit trees: orange, lemon and lime. The fruit itself sparkled as if it was covered in well-cut gems. It was much like the Conservatory with the glass walls and ceiling but this room was long and rectangular with one long wall done in brick. Remus knew that the original purpose of the brick was to hold the heat in. Remus trailed his fingers over the warm, rough surface, and the traced a finger around the mortar. He mind wandered as he continued to lightly caress the stones; he was imagining one of his favorite fantasies.
“Lupin.”
Severus paused.
“Lupin! Snap out of it.”
“Oh, sorry Severus. Did you say something?”
“Only your name. What were you doing there?”
Remus blushed and opened his mouth. Nothing came out.
“Lupin!” Severus demanded.
“All right. The brick made me think of a fantasy I have. It happens in a nook near where Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley meet.” Remus closed his eyes for a second. “I’m blindfolded and I’m pressed against the wall, arms pinned over my head. Then, I’m handled a little roughly: deep hard kisses, legs forced apart my a strong thigh, hard hips frotting our cocks together.”
“And the purpose of the blindfold?”
“So I can just feel more, smell more. I can feel warm, hard bricks slightly jagged against my back and arse, the feel of the skin of the warm hands holding me in place, the invasive muscled legs. And smell the scents of the street and the arousal.”
Severus reached his hand out and touched the wall. “And this would be the substitute for your nook?”
“In my mind it was for a moment, yes.”
Severus glanced around, he gaze finally landing on a pair of gardening gloves. He picked them up and stared at them for a moment before waving his wand and transforming them into a long, black cotton scarf. With the scarf between his hands, he hefted it as if to judge the weight, and then he held it up to the light. He doubled it over before he looked at Remus again.
Remus looked agog, his heartbeat quickening. Would Severus really? Should he even let him?
Severus stared at the scarf as he asked “Is this what you wish to do?”
“Severus… I never.”
“…thought to do it with me?”
“Actually, never thought I’d have the opportunity to do it at all.”
“I imagine opportunity will not knock twice for this event.”
“Opportunity will not have to knock twice.”
Severus waved his wand and Remus was blindfolded.
“I didn’t know there was a spell for that.”
“You weren’t a Death Eater.” He reached out to press Remus toward the wall. When his arse and back had made contact, Severus pressed his arms upward. Remus whined and began panting as he rubbed his arse against the brick. He could feel the tiny flutter of air as Severus moved his head and hair around. The silky fall ended up under his nose and over his mouth as Severus ran his nose across Remus’ stubbly jaw.
Remus inhaled deeply, his cock already half-hard and Severus had barely touched him.
“What does my hair smell like?”
Remus drew another breath. “Teak and sandalwood.”
Severus ran a finger from Remus’ wrist to his armpit. Remus wiggled.
“Severus touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
“No, touch me. All of me.”
Severus nudged Remus’ feet a bit further apart before he planted his foot in between. Remus heard him take a deep breath before he continued. Then they were pressed firmly together chest to chest, hip to hip. Remus pushed his cock into Severus’ thigh. It was hard, and warm and faultless.
Severus rubbed his nose along Remus’ neck. Remus rocked his hips for some friction. Severus remained unmoving except for the runes that he was tracing in Remus’ open hand.
“Severus, please.” Remus pleaded.
“What do you want?”
“You smell so good. Randy and nervous. I love the feeling of that rumble you won’t quite let out of your chest.”
Severus gasped.
“Rock against me, rub against me. Hard. I want to feel you, and the wall.”
Severus pressed his body hard against Remus, pushing his back into the irregular surface. Remus moaned.
“Is that what you want?”
“Mmmmm. Feels so good. You feel so good. Move, oh please move.”
Severus tried a tentative rock of his hips. Remus whined and pushed back.
“More…”
Severus started a rocking motion, bending his knees and pressing up as he swayed in. He nuzzled the corner of Remus mouth with his nose.
“Harder…oh, harder.”
Severus pushed and rocked to the point of discomfort. Remus panted and tossed his head from side to side.
“Your hand, use your hand.”
Severus kept one arm up, and brought the other between their bodies. He continued to keep Remus pressed the wall at his chest, but moved his legs so he could make better use of his hand. He cupped Remus’ balls, and drew his hand up to grasp the rampant cock squeezing it tightly. Remus responded by rocking against him. Severus made the same move three times: on the fourth stroke he slipped. His fingers ended up pressed behind Remus’ balls, and Remus called out shuddering and shaking. Severus could feel the rhythmic pulses and the dampness spreading across Remus trousers.
Severus carefully lowered Remus’ arms as he sagged against the wall. Remus wound his arms around Severus to keep him close. When he had calmed down he spoke. “Did you?”
Severus shook his head.
“Do you need to?”
“Not at this moment.”
“Thank you, Severus. That was everything I’d ever imagined.”
“Are you ready to have the blindfold taken off.”
“Yes. I’m ready for that.” After a minute he added “and a kiss, a cleansing spell, and some tea.”