LMOM, Day 26: Hot Shower (Remus/Percy, NC-17)
Title: Hot Shower Author: emiime Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Percy Kink(s): Watersports, exhibitionism, wanking Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008 Word Count: 1009 Summary: Remus does what he said he'd do. Notes: This one's for celandineb, who had a bad day.
A few days later, Remus thought it was time to see exactly how serious Percy had been about that pissing thing. He'd had several cups of tea with his breakfast, and he moved to the sink and drank a large glass of water as he heard Percy preparing to shower in the bathroom.
Percy had only been in the shower for a few minutes when Remus decided he was ready. Percy was singing—or what passed for singing with him, anyway—and Remus thought this would be the perfect opportunity to sneak into the bathroom undetected.
He did, leaving the door open just a crack as he stepped into the clouds of steam billowing into the room from behind the shower curtain. He undressed in swift silence, leaving his clothes in a heap by the tub, then twitched back the shower curtain just enough so he could see Percy's pale, naked form there under the spray.
Percy had his eyes closed, and he kept singing—some song Remus might have known if it were remotely in tune or if Percy knew more than a quarter of the words.
Remus smiled to himself. Perfect. He stepped into the shower, then, and embraced Percy.
He was rewarded with soap in his eyes and a shriek in his ear for his troubles.
"Oh—oh, my god—" Percy gasped, "I didn't hear you come in!"
Remus nodded, splashing water into his eyes to rid them of the soap sting. "I know—that was my plan. Clearly a poor one."
"Oh," said Percy, as Remus finished rinsing his eyes. "I'm sorry I got soap in your eyes."
"No, that's all right," said Remus, "It's just a much less sexy start than I'd hoped we could have."
Percy quirked an eyebrow. "Sexy start to what?"
"Well," said Remus, "Do you remember what we talked about the other day? What I said I'd like to do."
Percy backed against the wall as Remus advanced upon him. "We—we talked about a lot of—of things," he stammered.
"Yes, we did." Remus began pressing kisses along Percy's collarbone and licking the droplets of water that were clinging there. "But there's one thing I was thinking about in particular. One I mentioned we might try in the shower. And I think you know what it is."
Percy whimpered.
"Yes," said Remus, "That's the one. Do you want me to do it?"
There was a long moment in which Percy did nothing at all, his head turned slightly away, his eyes closed and his eyelashes glistening with water droplets, the tendons in his neck standing out.
Remus waited.
Finally, Percy gasped a single word.
"Yes."
"That's my boy," Remus growled, and he looked down. Percy's cock was standing at attention, and Remus ran a finger lightly up the shaft, dipping into the slit at the head, then pushing Percy's foreskin back and teasing over the ridge of skin that formed.
He moved, then, so that the spray was on his back, blocked from hitting Percy's skin. He took his cock in hand—yes, he'd certainly be able to do this.
"If you don't like it," he said, as he prepared to piss, "Just say something. I'll stop right away, I promise."
Percy nodded. "I think I'll like it," he whispered. "Go on." He flattened himself against the wall and took a deep breath.
Remus wanted to ask if Percy was sure, but he didn't think he should push it.
Instead, he closed his eyes and breathed, relaxing, until he felt the piss start to flow.
He opened his eyes just as the hot stream hit Percy's belly. Percy gasped and jerked his head around, staring down at it. Remus thought briefly that Percy probably couldn't see much without his glasses, and wondered if he could see enough that it would add to the experience.
Percy brought his hand to his cock, whimpering, watching, and Remus moved closer, aiming his stream lower.
"Do you like it when I piss on your cock, Percy?" he asked, and Percy whimpered again, jerking himself hard, the piss splashing over his fingers and his cock.
Remus bit his lip, trying to control his flow so there would still be some left for when Percy's orgasm overtook him.
It didn't take long. Percy began to thrash and fuck his fist harder, and, with a final groan, he came hard, his spunk dripping from his fingers, coating his cock, and the last spurts of Remus's golden stream washed the sticky white stuff away.
Percy dropped his cock, swaying, and Remus caught him just as he began to slide down the wall.
"I can't—" he gasped, "That was—" He fluttered open his eyes, then kissed Remus, hard.
"Thank you," he said when he broke off the kiss. "Thank you, Remus, I can't—" He cut himself off again, though his mouth still moved.
"I'm so glad you liked it," said Remus, his own neglected prick as stiff as it had ever been in his life.
"I have to—rinse off," said Percy, and it wasn't until then that a blush rose in his cheeks. "I'm sorry," he said.
"Sorry for what?" Remus furrowed his brow. "Of course you want to rinse off now—if you didn't want to rinse off after, then I'd think you were a little odd." He smiled and passed Percy the soap, then trailed a hand down his belly to his own cock.
"And, Percy?"
"Yes?"
"Do me a favour, please, won't you?"
"Of course," said Percy, turning around.
"I know you can't see well without your glasses," Remus said, "But just stand there—watch me—" and he began to jerk himself with one hand, fondling his bollocks with the other, and though Percy's gaze may have been a myopic one, it mattered little. Remus soon found himself going weak in his knees as he came, hard, and he slumped against Percy, who held him tightly.