Still, where did the lighter fluid come from? (emiime) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-19 17:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: emiime, kink: first time, remus/percy |
LMOM, Day 19: In a Room Above a Café (Remus/Percy, Percy/Anthony, R)
Title: In a Room Above a Café
Author: emiime
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Percy, Percy/Anthony
Kink(s): First time
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Word Count: 832
Summary: Percy continues his story.
(Did you miss something? 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18)
"Why don't you tell me more about you and Anthony?" suggested Remus in bed on Sunday evening. "You said that the time in the supply cupboard was the first time—there were others?"
"Oh, a handful," said Percy, spooning against Remus. "He was at Hogwarts, still, of course, but during the summer after his sixth year, he managed to visit me at the Ministry again, ostensibly to learn more about a career there, but really, well, to see me and—do things. You know."
"I do have a general idea," said Remus, revelling in the heat from Percy's body pressed so close to his. "But tell me exactly what."
"Right. Well, the second time he came to the Ministry, I saw him in the hallway, lingering outside my office. I was coming back from a meeting. I pulled him aside and asked him what he was doing there—his answer, I'll just say, made me blush more than a little, but I was certainly interested. I hadn't forgotten our previous encounter. So I told him to meet me at a little café near the Ministry at lunchtime. He did, and we had lunch."
"That's all?" asked Remus, "Just lunch?" He turned over to face Percy, who was slightly pink.
"Well, no. There were rooms above the café. I took one for the evening. After work, I went over there and waited, wondering if Anthony would actually show."
"And he did?"
Percy nodded. "He did. I'm still not sure what excuse he used with his father, but he showed up and we—we made love, I guess you'd say. It wasn't anything serious, just two people who were attracted to each other. That's probably shocking, coming from me. But it was just a bit of fun." Percy's voice was wistful, despite his attempts to sound cavalier about the situation.
Remus stroked Percy's cheek. "That was your first time, then."
"Yes," Percy admitted, "Neither of us knew what we were doing, but we managed to do it twice—once with him in me, and then with me inside him. Anthony had never so much as kissed another boy before that time in the supply cupboard—of course, neither had I, despite what you like to think went on in the dormitory between myself and Oliver Wood."
Remus smiled. "I can't help being a dirty old man," he said, but he kept his voice gentle, careful, as Percy told his story—Percy was so like a bird sometimes, still easily frightened though he knew he was safe with Remus. He'd been through so much, Remus thought, and he'd built himself a protective shell to hide from it all, but once he'd shed that shell and returned to the arms of his family, he was more vulnerable than he'd ever been. In some ways, the two of them were exactly alike, but Percy was nothing like Remus in that regard.
"Yes, well," said Percy, letting his lips curl into a small smile, "It was nice. Once we figured out what we were supposed to do. I knew a lubricating spell, of course, that I'd learned from my brothers. Anthony didn't have any brothers, so he knew a different spell, but it wasn't as good. It was nice to know something that he didn't. Other than that, though, it was the blind leading the blind."
Remus's cock stirred in his pants as he imagined the two young men fumbling with each other, pressing halting kisses to each other's skin and shaking, sweating as they breached places never before explored. But he kept still and listened to the rest of Percy's story.
"We met in that same little room two or three more times over the summer. Anthony would send me an owl, and I'd go to the café and take a room for the night. We explored each other." Percy paused. "It was always so hot in that room. No cooling spells, and the window was painted shut. I suppose I could have taken a better room somewhere else, but I never did."
Remus let the implications of that last sentence hang between them for a long moment.
"And what happened to Anthony?" he finally asked.
"Oh. His father found a suitable wife for him. I suppose—well, yes, I suppose he's married and living in Golders Green now, with a lovely little girl or two. I'm sure he doesn't spend time in hot little rooms above cafés anymore."
He curled up, bringing his knees to his chest and letting his eyes flutter closed.
"I'm tired now, Remus. I think I'm going to go to sleep."
Remus licked his lips, a bud of guilt unfurling in his chest for wanting to take this further, wanting to use the story as a prelude to sex.
"Of course," he said, stroking Percy's hair. He could wank in the bathroom after Percy fell asleep if he needed to, but for the moment, it was clear that his boy needed him.