LMOM, Day 18: Paper Products and School Ties (Remus/Percy, Percy/Anthony, NC-17)
Title: Paper Products and School Ties Author: emiime Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Percy, past Percy/Anthony Goldstein Kink(s): Bondage (of the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tie varieties) Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008 Word Count: 1163 Summary: It's Percy's turn to tell a story.
Percy was visibly aroused by the time Remus had finished telling him the story of Sirius and the Gryffindor ties, palming his erection through his trousers as he lay facing Remus on the bed.
"That," he declared, "is more like it. You really enjoyed tying Sirius up, didn't you?"
Remus smiled and ran a finger along Percy's jaw. "Well, the fact that it was just before the full moon had a lot to do with it—you know as well as I do that I get more aggressive then. But, yes, the truth is that I enjoyed it very much, and if you'd like me to do it to you someday, well, I don't see why we couldn't."
"Someday?" asked Percy, leaning into Remus's touch. "Today seems like a fairly good day for it, I'd say."
"You have your Gryffindor ties here?" Remus was surprised—he knew that Percy lived in the past sometimes, but he hadn't expected that.
"Oh—no—" said Percy, blushing, "But I thought I could transfigure—here, look." He hopped up off the bed and picked out one of his own sedate ties. He tapped it with his wand and, after a moment, stripes of scarlet and gold appeared on it.
"Gryffindor tie," Percy announced. He took up another tie, then, but Remus held up a hand, beckoning.
"Bring the ties," he said, and Percy did, settling on the bed again.
"Before we begin," said Remus, "I think it's your turn to tell a story."
Percy furrowed his brow. "I told you—Oliver and I never—"
Remus shook his head and stroked Percy's hair. "I know you didn't. Tell me, though, who did you explore with when you were younger?"
"Oh—um—" Percy held up the tie he hadn't yet transfigured, paused a moment as if deciding, then turned it blue and gold.
"Anthony Goldstein," he said, "Ravenclaw. I don't know if you'd remember him." He handed the blue and gold tie to Remus.
"A studious boy, and handsome, with wire-rimmed glasses," Remus recalled. "He was younger when I taught him, of course, but yes, I can see how one might—well."
Percy nodded. "It was his sixth year at school, and I was already working for the Ministry. I know I probably shouldn't have done anything—he was too young. But the fact is that I did—we did—and, well, I don't regret it. We had fun. I liked him a lot."
"How did you two meet?" asked Remus, unbuttoning Percy's shirt.
"Oh—he came to the Ministry with his father one day—his father wanted him to see what life was like there, so he could start a career straight out of Hogwarts. I happened to be in the right place at the right time, and I was elected his escort for the day. You know—show him around, let him sit with me and ask me hundreds of questions. Show him the canteen, buy him lunch, that sort of thing. I wasn't exactly interested, but he was handsome, and of course he turned out to be quite intelligent and polite, too."
Remus slipped Percy's shirt from his shoulders and drew a finger down Percy's chest, causing Percy to shiver, the fine hairs on his freckled skin standing at attention.
"Tell me what you did with the young man," Remus murmured, locking his gaze with Percy's, and Percy swallowed and continued.
"I—we shouldn't have—"
"So you said. But you did. Continue."
"Yes, all right." Percy shifted, giving Remus's exploring fingers better access to the front of his trousers. Remus dipped a finger below the waistband, and Percy went on.
"The first time was—I'm not proud of this—in a supply cupboard at the Ministry, about three hours after we had met. I was showing him the paper products, and suddenly he was very close—I don't know how it happened, but suddenly we were kissing, right there in amongst the various colours of parchment—ohh, yes, that's nice." Remus had undone Percy's trousers and grazed a hand over his cotton-covered cock.
"No more if you don't finish the story," said Remus, and Percy grinned and bit his lip and continued.
"Okay. So—Anthony. Ravenclaw. Smart boy. He told me he hadn't actually wanted to work at the Ministry; was just there to please his father. But he said he'd maybe changed his mind—because of me, which really threw me—and then he dropped to his knees. Oh, god, Remus, I didn't know what to do. I was only twenty, and I'd never really been with anyone, you understand. By the time he had my trousers undone, I was ready to come in my pants."
Remus eased Percy's trousers down. Percy was hard under his hand, and Remus cupped him, just holding his hand there for a long moment, putting gentle pressure on Percy's erection. The warm, damp cotton of his pants did nothing to hide his excitement.
"And did you?" Remus prompted.
"Oh—no. He sucked me, and I warned him when I was close—I don't know how I managed to do that, but I know I did. He took it in his mouth and spat it out onto the floor right there in the supply cupboard. I couldn't do anything but stare down at him, all dark hair and big eyes, his glasses smudged and a mess next to him on the floor."
Remus tugged at Percy's pants, freeing his trapped erection, and Percy wriggled out of them.
"So there you were, slumped against a shelf of different-coloured parchments, with the boy who'd been entrusted to your care on his knees in front of you, your cock hanging out of your pants, your come on the floor. My, my. I'd never have expected it of you, Percy."
"Nor would I," Percy confessed, naked now save for his socks, thrusting shamelessly against Remus's open hand.
Remus kissed him on the forehead. "Thank you very much for the story," he said, "I enjoyed it—in more ways than one." He brought Percy's hand to his own crotch, where his cock was showing signs of life.
"It was good to tell it," said Percy, "I mean, that's not the end—"
"It's enough for now," said Remus. He held up the two Transfigured neckties. "One of each, then?"
Percy blushed and nodded. "Yes, please."
Remus didn't torment Percy as he'd done to Sirius—he sucked him off swiftly and efficiently, teasing Percy just enough so he could understand how wonderfully maddening it could be to be restrained. He took himself in hand, then, bringing himself off as he pillowed his cheek on Percy's thigh, smelling the bitter-musk smell of Percy's come and sweat.
"Will you let me go now, please?" came Percy's voice when they both lay satiated.
"I'll undo the knots," replied Remus, hauling himself up and fumbling for his wand, "But no—I won't ever let you go."