westernredcedar (westernredcedar) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-19 07:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: westernredcedar, kink: food smut, kink: rimming, remus/severus |
LMoM: 1979 (Part 19~ May 6, 1979)
Title: 1979
Today’s Date: May 6, 1979
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~2,000
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s): rimming, food smut
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: Suddenly, Remus knows exactly what he wants. Also, it turns out that he bought some jam at the May Festival.
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.
Need to catch up? Here are the previous parts: Jan 1, Jan 15: Day, Jan 15: Night, Feb 2, Feb 9, Feb 20, Mar 10, Mar 24, Mar 25, Mar 25: Later, Mar 26, Mar 31, Apr 1, Apr 11, Apr 12, Apr 14, Apr 24, May 5
Severus had never been forthcoming about exactly where he lived, but he had let slip the name of the little alley where he theoretically had some sort of room or flat, so Remus waited beneath the street sign, hidden under a Disillusionment spell, all through the night and into the morning. He was too excited to sleep, watching for Severus’s thin, dark shape to appear on the cobbles.
In the late morning, Severus finally emerged from a doorway halfway down the block, wrapped in his Great Coat, stopping to perform a lengthy ritual over the door. Remus pulled himself to his feet and muttered Finite Incantatum, then ran down the block.
“Severus!” he called, footsteps echoing in the quiet street.
Severus pointed his wand at Remus and drew back, and Remus skidded to a stop a few feet from him.
“What are you doing here, Lupin?” Severus’s eyes raked up and down the street. He did not lower his wand.
“Can we go inside?” Remus hadn’t seen Severus for almost a month. He looked tired, and if possible, thinner. Remus wanted to run his fingers along his thin, wide lips.
“No.”
“Do you want your neighbours to hear what I have to say?”
“No, I want you to go away.”
“I won’t, though, and I’m going to start talking in a very loud voice in approximately five seconds.”
Severus glanced up at the darkened windows up and down the street, and Remus knew he would win this one.
“Five minutes, Lupin.” He turned and muttered a long series of charms before the door lock clicked open. Remus followed him into a small stairwell. They climbed up three rickety flights to a plain door. Severus unwarded it and led the way inside.
It was a single room, starkly furnished but clean, except for a terrifyingly cluttered desk and table in the far corner covered in towers of books and potion supplies and two simmering cauldrons. The room smelled of herbs and magic and Severus’s night sweat. There was only one chair, so Remus sat on the edge of the hard mattress, placing his jacket on the floor.
“Your time is running out. Start talking,” Severus said, pulling out the chair, sitting stiffly, and crossing his arms and legs.
Remus smiled. Severus’s frown deepened.
“I don’t really want to talk,” Remus said.
"Then what do you want?" Severus replied.
Remus plunged in. “I want you back. Life is fucking short, Severus, and I don’t know why we are not spending every moment we can together. I don’t give a damn about all the bullshit between you and my friends. Go ahead and hate them. But you don’t hate me, and I don’t hate you.” He paused, but Severus did not respond. He went on. “So, I’m going to stand up and walk over there and kiss you and drag you into bed, so if you need to hex me or shout or run, you only have a few seconds left to do so.”
Severus was frozen, his arms gripped tightly around himself, the frown deeply carved into his face, but he did not move or speak when Remus stood and walked towards him. For Severus, Remus thought, his lack of reaction was practically a declaration.
Remus kneeled in front of Severus’s chair, cupped his cold cheeks in his hands, and kissed him with all the lust and joy he had absorbed in the sunlight on the village green the day before. Severus did not move, or respond at all, keeping his lips firmly closed as Remus’s lips and tongue probed and pried. Finally, Remus broke away with a laugh.
“You stubborn bastard,” he said.
“Have you quite finished slobbering all over me, wolf?” Severus asked, but Remus shook his head.
“Not at all. I told you my plan, and you are still sitting here, so don’t pretend to be all disgusted and put-upon with me.” Remus could see a faint blush was rising from Severus’s collar.
“I do hate your friends,” Severus said, refusing to uncross his arms.
“Fair enough. You know, lately, I’m not too fond of them myself,” Remus replied.
Severus gave Remus a probing and curious look, and Remus did not look away.
Without another word, Severus grabbed the hair at the back of Remus’s head and pulled him into a heated kiss, a kiss with weight and hope, and Remus dragged them, stumbling, to their feet, pulling Severus across the room to the mattress, where they collapsed in a tangled heap.
“See, you understood the plan,” Remus murmured into Severus’s lips.
“I did not miss you, you know,” Severus said.
“I see. Thank you for the information,” Remus replied, as he kissed Severus along his tensed jaw and up to his ear.
“I do not want you to be confused.” Severus’s head arched back to expose his thin throat to Remus’s searching mouth.
“I’m not confused at all anymore, Severus,” Remus said. “I've just had to face Death, and I’ve learned that clears up all the muddiness.” He ran his tongue up Severus’s throat.
“Death does that.”
Remus stopped and looked at Severus, who was staring back at him with unusual focus. “I’m going to take off all of my clothes now,” Remus said. “I suggest you do the same.”
“No. Do it for me,” Severus murmured.
Remus inhaled sharply. His hands started to work at the buttons of Severus’s coat before his mind even knew he was complying. He stripped off layers of grey and black until he reached Severus’s bright white skin, skin he did not realize he was starved for until it was under his hands again, skin he could not stop touching and licking and peeling away more fabric from until Severus was naked and sprawled on the bed. Severus’s cold hands crept up under Remus’s army surplus jumper, tickling his sides and lifting the wool over his head and off.
“I have an idea,” Remus panted, sitting up on his knees to give Severus access to his trouser zip.
“Brilliant, I’m sure.” Severus’s long fingers made quick work of the button and zip, peeling Remus’s trousers down his tensed thighs.
“Not brilliant. More…sticky,” Remus replied, and he leaned off the mattress and pulled a jar out of his jacket pocket. It was jam he had purchased at the village festival the day before. Homemade raspberry jam.
Severus’s eyebrows pulled up in doubt. “Are you hungry for crumpets?”
“No. Well, a bit of crumpet, perhaps,” Remus replied, unscrewing the lid and dipping a finger into the gooey mess of fruit, then running the finger between his lips, licking the sweet treat from his hand. Then he leaned down and kissed Severus, giving him a teasing taste of berries.
Severus licked at his lips. “Are you mad?” he asked.
“I am, mad for jam. Aren’t you?” Remus covered his finger in red jam again and dragged it down the center of Severus’s chest to his navel.
“I detest jam,” Severus said.
“Well then,” Remus said, licking down the path of sweet fruit, “I’ll clean this up.”
Severus’s body arched up at the intense licking, even as he complained, “You will have to clean my sheets after this, Lupin.”
“Naturally.” Another sticky finger circled Severus’s nipples, and Remus’s tongue followed. Severus moaned.
“Turn over,” Remus ordered, and Severus frowned, but complied, and Remus pulled a ribbon of jam down the small of his back, and licked and sucked at it, even as he struggled the rest of the way out of his own trousers.
Jam made its way onto Severus’s thighs, then the white cheeks of his arse, and then, with teasing slowness, into the crack of his arse, Remus’s hands and tongue teasing Severus up onto his knees, spreading his legs apart until his dark pucker was revealed.
Remus placed a jam-covered finger against the sensitive skin of Severus’s hole, and circled it with sticky, tormenting pressure.
“What the fuck are you up to, Lupin…” Severus groaned into the bedclothes just before Remus’s tongue lapped in to lick the raspberry jam off his arsehole. “Oh fuck!” Severus shouted and, encouraged, Remus let his tongue delve deeper, running up and down Severus’s sweet and sticky crack, focusing his probing and swirling tongue on Severus’s opening, pleased with the panting and bucking that resulted.
“Ready to admit you missed me yet?” asked Remus, as his hand slid around Severus’s bony hips to fist his prick.
“Don’t be a git,” Severus panted. “Shut up and get back to it.”
Remus grinned and leaned in, pressing his nose in deep and licking from Severus’s balls up to small of his back, all the while stroking his thickening cock.
“I…did...not…miss…any…,” Severus was sputtering as he grappled his hand off the edge of the mattress and came back up with a tube of KY. Remus sat up and coated his own leaking, gooey prick, amused and aroused by the mix of jam and slippery grease on his cock. He pressed against Severus’s pucker, making him squirm.
“You didn’t miss this at all then, I’m sure,” Remus said, and pushed the tip of his sticky cock past the tight ring of muscle around Severus’s arsehole.
“No,” Severus grunted, pressing back against Remus and pulling him in deeper. “Not at all.”
It had been a while, so they took their time, and Remus was in agony moving so slowly, feeling the tight warmth of Severus both resisting and sheathing him, lifting his eyes to the cracked ceiling as if to feel the sun shining down on his face. Fuck, he was back. He wanted to be outside in a country churchyard so that he could bellow it to the heavens.
Severus grunted and pumped his way through the initial discomfort, and then started into a rhythm, rocking back into Remus as Remus pushed forward into him, the jam gluing them together with each thrust. The juicy sound of their slapping, adhering skin made Remus laugh out loud.
“Sod it, stop laughing and fuck me,” Severus ordered, and Remus laughed at him as well but followed his command, increasing his pace, spooning in over Severus’s back, enjoying the sticky contact of their skin, fisting Severus’s cock in pace with his thrusts.
“I’m…I’m…” Severus groaned, and Remus felt the spill of come over his hand. He stroked Severus to completion and then grabbed his hips and pumped hard, letting go, pulling out and coming all over Severus’s arse, shuddering hard and draping himself over Severus’s arching back.
They were a mess. Remus fell to the side, flat on Severus’s bedspread, panting.
“Well, that was damn fun,” he said, pulling Severus’s limp form over onto his chest and holding him tight. “I think we are getting pretty good at that.”
Severus snorted. “I have never felt more disgusting,” he said, pulling free and collapsing back onto the sticky sheets. “You had better know a spell or two that cleans me up.”
“I do,” Remus replied, thankful again that Sirius had been such a thorough teacher.
“Bloody jam. You idiot,” Severus muttered, but then he flipped over onto Remus, pinning him down, and suffocated him with a long, intense, berry-flavored kiss.
They were quiet for several minutes, their breathing slowing, heart rates returning to normal. Severus slid off Remus and reached for his cigarettes, lit a fag, and passed it to Remus after taking the first drag. Remus passed it back and then propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand running up and down Severus’s ribs.
“So...What have you been doing the past month? I suppose you were on your way somewhere. When I...interrupted.” Remus grinned.
He thought he had learned all of Severus’s expressions, but this was a new one, a wide-eyed look of sudden fear bordering on terror. Before he could be sure, however, the expression passed away, replaced by a dark glare and eyes shielded with that mirror gloss. Severus looked away and let out a terse, “I was. Yes.”
“Do you need to get on your way? Am I keeping you from something?” Remus asked. Gods, he thought, don’t let him shut down now, not when we are so close.
“I’ve missed it now, but it is of no consequence,” Severus said, still not meeting Remus’s eyes.
“Sorry about that. Hope it wasn’t too important,” Remus said, taking the cigarette and inhaling deep.
“No. I can attend to it tomorrow,” Severus muttered, almost to himself, pulling himself up from the mattress. He looked down at his body, filthy with jam and sweat and come. “I need to clean up. I’m going down the hall to the bath,” he said, rising and wrapping himself in a sheet. He stalked out, not looking back.
Remus stared after him, chilled by the sudden shift in mood. He took a long drag on the cigarette, and closed his eyes.