westernredcedar (westernredcedar) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-24 09:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: westernredcedar, kink: anonymous sex, kink: frottage, kink: oral sex, kink: public sex, remus/sirius |
LMoM: 1979 (Part 24~ July 20, 1979: Later)
Title: 1979
Today’s Date: July 20, 1979: Later
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~2,100
Pairing: Remus/Sirius, Alice/Sirius, Remus/Frank, Alice/Frank, Remus/?, Sirius/?, others…
Kink(s): public oral and manual anonymous sex (whee!), frottage
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: The real party at James and Lily’s wedding was taking place under the table.
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!! Anything remotely clever is probably her doing…:) Also, thank you to McKay for running this crazy thing.
If you can't tell that this one is completely blpaintchart's fault, you're nuts. :) *smooches*
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, May 6, Jun 1, Jun 2, Jun 30, Jul 20
Even in his giddy drunken state, Remus was coherent enough to be worried that someone at the wedding had seen Sirius shove him beneath the table, even though it was now dusk, and everyone was pissed. So he crouched there in the semi-darkness for several minutes, hands to himself, his eyes adjusting, waiting for one of the other guests to peep under and ask him what he was doing down there. No one did.
This was officially the worst idea he had ever heard, much less been a part of.
Sirius’s shiny black shoe was gently kicking at him. Remus punched Sirius’s calf with the side of his fist to get him to stop. Someone was going to notice. Sirius kicked once more, then slid his hands under the tablecloth, pulling it protectively over his lap, and slowly hiked up his robes, revealing first his tanned legs, then a shiny pair of gold underpants barely containing his stiff prick. Remus peered around at the scattered forest of legs surrounding him, as if their knees might suddenly sprout eyes, then crawled carefully in between Sirius’s legs, latched his fingers at the elastic waistband, and yanked down.
He regretted not downing one more glass of wine after the toasts. He needed to forget what a bad idea this was.
Sirius’s prick had sprung free, just as thick and hard and perfect as it always had been. Remus ran his hands up Sirius’s inner thighs as he leaned in to drag his tongue up the familiar shaft. Sirius shifted in his chair.
Suddenly Remus lurched back, barely suppressing a shout of surprise. Someone had nudged him in the side of the arse, hard.
A faint, "Shit!” was far too close to Remus’s ear for comfort. He peered backwards over his shoulder.
Someone else was under the table with him.
“Remus?” Curious brown eyes were peering at him.
“Alice?” Remus replied in a whisper. “What…what are you doing down here?”
“I’d ask you the…Oh, Gods!” Alice buried her face in the crook of her arm. She must have caught an eyeful of Sirius’s bare tackle, which he was now fondling slowly while rhythmically kicking at Remus to get him started again.
Remus’s own gaze drifted over to where Alice was crouched, only to realize that another set of hands was grappling open the flies of a pair of dress trousers. Alice followed his gaze, then held up a hand to block Remus’s view.
“Frank?” mouthed Remus.
She gave a sheepish grin and a nod of the head. “I’m not nearly drunk enough to deal with this situation,” she whispered.
Remus let out a stifled laugh. “Neither am I.”
She glanced over at the prick bobbing next to Remus’s head again, this time more clinically, her brows drawn together. "Hang on. Is that Sirius?” she asked.
It took them both a moment to realize the implications of what she had said. Their eyes met, both wide with shock, and then Remus almost collapsed in silent laughter.
“Oh, Bollocks!" Alice muttered, hiding her head.
Remus giggled and nodded. "Well spotted! That's his cock too!"
"Sorry... I just…I recognized…It was only once. Fifth year,” Alice was whispering as explanation. “Well, no, then there was sixth year…”
Remus shook his head, “No need to explain,” he snorted. “He can’t keep the damn thing in his pants.”
At that moment, Sirius’s voice, in a loud hiss, echoed under the table. “What the fuck is going on down there?” He kicked again, harder.
Maybe it was the wine, or the fact that Remus still didn’t really want to be there at all, or the surreal hysteria of the moment, or the kicking, but Remus was suddenly struck with another really bad idea. He gestured to Alice, nodding his head towards Sirius’s prick with a wink, and clearing a path for her to move in.
She shook her head and mouthed, “No, I couldn’t, ” with a grin, but Remus gestured again, and she peeped back over her shoulder at Frank, who had left his trousers open, but whose hands had disappeared back on top of the table.
“Just for a laugh,” Remus mouthed, and he crawled over towards Frank, several seats away, keeping one eye on Alice. She moved in, giving Remus a few should-I-really-do-this glances, then grabbed Sirius’s prick with authority and sucked the head into her mouth. Sirius jumped a little in his chair. Remus grinned, his own prick twitching at the sight.
He stroked at Frank Longbottom’s legs, letting him know someone was there for him, then finished undoing the buttons of his trousers and freeing his cock. He grabbed him and stroked slowly, just getting him started.
Remus could hear Sirius’s voice. Someone was talking to him, out at the party, while Alice was blowing him under the table. Oh fuck. Remus’s erection was suddenly granite hard. He worked Frank’s prick with long, rapid strokes.
The someone else must have walked off, because Sirius’s voice was pitched low again. “Wait just a fucking minute,” he murmured. Alice froze in mid-suck, then released Sirius’s prick and sat back on her heels. “That is Alice Tumwater’s magic tongue, or I’m Snivellus bloody Snape.” In a quick slide off his chair, Sirius materialized under the table as well.
Remus froze, holding Frank’s cock in his hand, and Alice was completely still, a look of gleeful horror on her wide, friendly face. Sirius took in the scene.
“What the hell is going on under here?” he asked.
“It was his idea,” Alice whispered, pointing at Remus. Remus let go of Frank’s prick and put up his hands.
“Guilty,” he mouthed.
Sirius held up his arms in surrender, a look of utter amazement on his face. Then he grinned and said, “All right, but would someone please finish off poor Frank? He’s trying to hold a conversation with old Elphias, and I wondered what the hell was making him so damn sweaty.”
Alice bit her lip and crawled over, taking over Remus’s position between Frank’s legs and sucking him in deep. Sirius and Remus sat in silence, watching. Remus’s cock throbbed. He pressed the palm of his hand against himself and suppressed a groan.
Frank’s hands grabbed at Alice’s hair, and she bobbed up and down at an impressive pace, until it was obvious that he was shooting a load into her mouth. Remus had no idea how he was not coming in his dress robes right along with Frank.
Alice sat back, wiped her mouth, and looked back at Remus and Sirius. “I’d better go back up,” she whispered. “Try not to have too much fun down here.” With a grin, she slid out from under the table on her belly. Remus hoped no one noticed her.
Remus and Sirius looked at each other for a long moment. Remus’s body was suggesting that he tackle Sirius and grind into him right there under the table, but before he gave in to that impulse, Sirius said, “Right then, mate. Who’s next?”
“What?” Remus asked.
“We’re down here. Look at all these unsuspecting knobs and minges.” Sirius pointed at the scattered legs under the table. “So, who shall we do next?” Sirius crawled off down the long U of tables, avoiding knees and toes as he moved.
"Sirius, no, hang on..." Remus adjusted his stiffy and crawled off after him. Apparently, the bad ideas just weren't going to stop this evening.
Sirius had pulled up next to an enormous tree-trunk set of legs that hardly fit under the table, and feet that almost entirely blocked their path.
"You do Hagrid," Sirius mouthed, his eyes bright, his mouth twisted in that tempting grin. He mimed pulling out Hagrid's cock with two hands, and Remus blanched and shook his head madly.
"It must be fucking massive," Sirius continued, his voice filled with awe, eyeing the buttons of Hagrid's loose robes. Remus nodded, lost in the image for a moment, and then their eyes met and they collapsed in a fit of giggles.
"Moving on, please," Remus mouthed, and they crept past Hagrid and several other unidentifiable sets of legs.
"The happy couple!" Sirius whispered, pointing.
Sure enough, Lily's filmy white dress was visible a few chairs down, and next to her were knees covered by the dark blue dress robes James was wearing.
Sirius gave Remus a pleading puppy look. "Oh, Moony, we have to. This is too perfect. Our wedding gift to them both...which one do you want?"
Remus panicked. He didn't think he could fake his way around a flange, especially not with Sirius's expert eyes watching, and there was no chance in Hades that he was going to blow James, ever again. He was trying to phrase a convincing argument to talk Sirius out of the idea, when voices echoed, from above, and suddenly both Lily and James must have stood, because their legs disappeared from under the table.
"Damn!" Sirius murmured, but Remus let out a sigh of relief. Saved by the photographer.
Just down the table was a long pair of legs sheathed in a floor-length, aqua-coloured polyester skirt. "Isn't that Lily's prudish sister?" Sirius asked. "In the pleats?"
Remus nodded. "Can't you hear her?" Indeed, Petunia's judgmental, nasal voice was nattering on to someone up above.
"I've got this one," Sirius said with a grin. "Let's see if I can't get her to shut her gob." He started by running one finger up her skinny thigh, pulling her skirt up inch by inch, and Remus crouched back, sure that she was going to scream out at any moment and they would be caught.
They exchanged a look of surprise when Petunia not only didn't yelp, but reached under the table as if expecting someone and grabbed hold of Sirius's hand.
"What the...?" Sirius sputtered, as Petunia proceeded to hike up her skirt and guide Sirius's hand between her legs, shifting in her seat to spread herself open. She became very quiet as Sirius worked his fingers under her white knickers, and Sirius gave Remus a thumbs-up and mouthed, "I knew I could shut the old girl up."
"Wonder who she thinks you are?" Remus mouthed back.
As if in answer, Petunia leaned down to pick up a dropped napkin and whispered. "James! Is that you? You naughty, dirty wizard!"
Sirius and Remus looked at each other, their faces screwed up in horror. Sirius pulled his hand out of Petunia's damp gusset and whispered, "Fucking hell! Crawl! Go!" They dashed as fast as their hands and knees could carry them, until they were well away from the aqua pleats, in a section of table currently unoccupied.
Remus collapsed onto his back, trying to keep from exploding with shocked laughter, and then Sirius collapsed on top of him, his eyelashes and his sly grin almost breaking Remus's heart. They stayed like that for a few breaths, and then without a word they were locked in a deep kiss, grasping and grappling at each other, grinding their still-hard cocks together, and Remus started to pull at Sirius's robes, and Sirius's hot hands were on Remus's skin, and...
"Excuse me, gentlemen," a kindly voice interrupted.
They broke apart and turned quickly to see where the voice was coming from. Peering under the tablecloth, looking right at them with his twinky eyes, was none other than their old Headmaster.
Remus felt all the blood in his body rush to his face. He couldn't move.
Taking in the scene with a calm smile, Dumbledore simply said, "I believe they now require the Best Man for the photographs."
To Remus's amazement, Dumbledore winked, and then withdrew his head from under the table without another word.
Remus let out a long breath, and then smacked Sirius in the arm. "Bloody hell! You will be the death of me, you impossible git!" Remus muttered. Sirius gave him wet kiss him on the cheek.
"Now, if they want truly memorable wedding photos, that photograper ought to get himself down here, pronto. Under this table is where the action is." Sirius barked a laugh, and ran his fingers through Remus's hair. "S'pose I ought to go, though."
"Yes, go! Please. Before someone else comes looking for you," Remus said, but he leaned up and kissed Sirius once more before shoving him away. "Hurry, before something worse happens!"
"Hey, don't look so worried, Moony! We've just been caught mid-shag by the great Albus Dumbledore. How could things possibly get any worse?" Sirius grinned, rolled out from under the table, and disappeared from view. Remus collapsed backwards and closed his eyes.
In the days, months, and even years following, Remus thought about Sirius last words that night, and shivered.