LMOM, Day 27: Lucky Day (Remus/Percy, Remus/Sirius, NC-17)
Title: Lucky Day Author: emiime Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Percy, Remus/Sirius Kink(s): Exhibitionism Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008 Word Count: 667 Summary: Remus didn't expect Sirius home so early.
"When did you realise you liked to be watched?" Percy asked when they'd both rinsed off and were towelling themselves dry.
"When do you think?" asked Remus.
"Sirius?"
Remus nodded. "Got it in one. He was a bit of a—no, he was a grand show-off, always prancing about naked, wanting me to watch him touch himself. And then—well, let's get dry and go into the bedroom, shall we, and I'll tell you the story in there."
(Nineteen seventy-nine)
He hadn't expected Sirius home so soon—otherwise he would just have had a quick wank in the bedroom or the bathroom, not the nice, long, leisurely one that he'd decided to have right in the middle of the living room.
And when the door to their flat flew open and Sirius bounded in the door, Remus barely had time to cover himself. He jerked his hand away from his crotch and sat up, a throw pillow over his erection, and tried his damnedest not to look as though he'd just been having the wank session of his life.
Sirius paused, no doubt taking in the entire scene—the bottle of lube on the table, Remus's clothes discarded nearby—and then he raised his eyebrows, nodded, and closed the door behind him.
"Hi," Remus managed, feeling fairly stupid.
"Keep going," said Sirius, leaning against the door and unfastening his own trousers.
"Wh—what?"
"I said, keep going." Sirius had his cock out now, and was stroking its erect length. "Come on, Moony, I want to watch you touch yourself."
Remus swallowed hard. He wasn't sure how Sirius could walk in the door and get immediately hard like this—or how Remus himself could be expected to keep wanking after being interrupted. Oh, he knew Sirius knew he wanked, and he wasn't embarrassed about his body anymore in front of Sirius, but he'd never wanked for Sirius before—and he wasn't going to start now.
"I don't think I can," he said, pressing the pillow to his still maddeningly hard cock, struggling to regain some of the dignity he'd lost.
"The bloody hell you can," said Sirius.
"I'm not the exhibitionist," retorted Remus, "That's you." But he thrust just a little against the pillow in his lap, annoyed at his cock for being so very interested in the idea.
"Then get up and get dressed," said Sirius, beginning to pant as he stroked himself.
Remus swallowed. "No," he said, and he slipped his hand beneath the pillow. He wound his fingers around his cock once again and squeezed.
"Then stop touching yourself," breathed Sirius. He was half-slumped against the door now, fisting his cock shamelessly.
"No," Remus whispered, and he cleared his throat and tried again.
"No," he said, and almost without realising what he was doing, he moved his free hand to the pillow, then slowly pulled it away from himself, revealing his still-raging erection.
"Now," said Sirius, "Make yourself come. I want to watch."
Remus ignored the little voice inside him that ordered him to stop, and he wanked himself faster, faster, his gaze locked with Sirius's, almost daring himself to come.
Sirius gave a choked cry and gripped the doorknob with his free hand and came, his spunk shooting onto the braided rug in front of the door and soaking into the colourful rags. He slumped, holding himself up by the doorknob, and he never took his eyes from Remus.
"Come for me now, Moony," he said. Remus was close—so close—and he let out a shuddering breath and gasped yes and thrust his hips forward again-again-again and came hard, still staring at Sirius.
He collapsed against the sofa cushions and threw a hand over his eyes, and a moment later, he felt Sirius crawling on top of him, embracing him.
"I can't believe you got me to do that," he said, uncovering his eyes.
Sirius gave him a kiss. "I can't believe it, either," he said. "It must be my lucky day."