LMOM, Day 28: Three's A Crowd (Remus/Percy, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Sirius/Fabian, R)
Title: Three's A Crowd Author: emiime Rating: R Pairing: Remus/Percy, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Sirius/Fabian Kink(s): Threesome…and vaaaaaguely incestuous overtones? Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008 Word Count: 1184 Summary: Fabian Prewett is a big flaming poof. It's true. Notes: For celandineb, who is a fantastic cheerleader. ♥
"Wow," said Percy, when Remus had finished his story. "That's definitely one way to find out you like something."
Remus smiled and nodded. They were lying on the bed, still naked after their shower, and Remus kept touching Percy—dragging a finger over a particular patch of freckles on his collarbone, pushing his hair back from his forehead. Percy's hair curled as it dried, and Remus loved that, and wished he could convince Percy to just let it dry naturally sometimes, but he never could.
"Did you ever do it again?" Percy asked, shaking his hair back.
Remus cocked his head. "Yes. And, in a way, we expanded upon it."
"How, exactly, does that work?" Percy asked.
Remus licked his lips. "Percy—I believe you've heard the French term ménage à trois?"
Percy looked aghast. "You didn't."
"I'm afraid we most certainly did. And you might not like who it was with."
(Nineteen seventy-nine)
It had been three days since they had wanked together in the living room—three days during which Remus had been unable to stop thinking about the incident. He'd felt so wonderfully exposed, almost helpless. Perhaps that was how Sirius had felt when Remus had tied him to the bed. Remus thought now that he understood that particular little kink of Sirius's.
He wanted very much to bring it up again, but he could never quite find the words.
Until Sirius brought it up for him.
They were lying in bed one night, idly caressing each other. Remus was too tired to stay awake, but not quite tired enough to sleep, and he'd turned down Sirius's proposal of "just a quick one" three times now, and it seemed Sirius might be tiring, too.
"Did you know Fabian's a poof?" Sirius said through a yawn.
This woke Remus up. "What?"
"Fabian Prewett," said Sirius, flopping onto his side. "Big flaming poof. 'S true."
Remus sat up. "He is not."
Sirius grunted. "Then you tell me why he offered to suck me off last time we got drunk together."
"He—you—what?" Remus's eyes went wide. "You turned him down, I hope!"
"'Course I did," Sirius retorted. "What bloody bastardy sort of person d'you think I am?"
Remus considered this. "If I were drunk enough," he said, "I'd let Fabian suck me off."
This propelled Sirius into a sitting position, and he smacked Remus on the shoulder. "Oi! Not on!"
"You didn't let me finish. I was going to say that I'd let him suck me off if I didn't already, um, have someone."
"To suck you off."
"No. I have someone—you—end of story."
"So you wouldn't be interested in a threesome with him, then?"
Remus's mouth went dry.
"What?" he squeaked.
Sirius shrugged. "That's what he proposed when I told him I was already—that I already had someone."
Remus could only shake his head. "No. He didn't."
A sigh came from Sirius's direction. "All right, Moony. Believe what you like."
Remus sat wide awake in the dark for a very long time.
It was the next Saturday that it happened.
Remus had managed to squeak out over breakfast the morning after Sirius's announcement that he would, actually—theoretically—be interested in what Sirius had been talking about in bed. Sirius had teased the confession out of him, making him say the words, and Remus felt a familiar flush of excitement when his desire was fully exposed.
When he'd said it, finally, Sirius just gave one sharp nod and said he'd arrange it.
The evening began like any normal evening. The three of them ate dinner that Remus had cooked and played a few hands of cards. Remus was beginning to think the proposed threesome might never happen—and he might have been okay with that.
Finally, Sirius sat back in his chair, stretching.
"Well, gents," he said, looking from Remus to Fabian and back again, "Shall we?"
Fabian smiled that slow smile of his. "I'd be lying if I said I haven't been looking forward to this part of the evening."
Remus nodded, blinking, then realised he should say something.
"So," he said, "How exactly do we do this?" He found he couldn't quite meet Fabian's eye, only Sirius's.
Sirius shrugged. "Fabian's the expert, here."
"I am not!" Fabian laughed. "I only—but, well, I suppose we all go into the bedroom, to start. What do you think?"
Remus thought that was a nicely logical way to begin things, indeed.
In the bedroom, they kept the lights off. Remus lit a few candles, and the flickering light cast shadows across their bodies as the three of them stripped off in silence as if by mutual agreement.
There was a long pause before any of them did anything.
Fabian was the first to move. He stepped towards Sirius and ran a hand from his shoulder to his wrist. Remus watched, enthralled, and not as jealous as the few twinges in his chest earlier had indicated that he might be.
As Fabian turned to him, then, his fingers still loose around Sirius's wrist, Remus thought belatedly that they would have done well to set some ground rules.
But it was too late for that—and weren't they supposed to be doing this sort of thing? Exploring while they were all young and virile and relatively good-looking and oh god Fabian was touching him.
Remus jerked away so violently that he thought he might have hurt Fabian, then he reconsidered. Fabian had two inches and probably fifty pounds of sheer muscle on him—there was no way Remus had done anything but surprise him.
"Sorry," he muttered, and he stepped back towards Sirius and Fabian.
"It's all right," said Fabian, and Sirius stretched out a hand.
"Come here," Sirius said, and he drew Remus into an embrace, their stiff cocks bumping. "We don't have to," he muttered into Remus's ear.
"I could just watch, or something, if you like," said Fabian. "I guess I didn't realise the extent of…well, of everything. I'm sorry if I pushed you into this, or anything."
Remus turned around in the embrace, Sirius's arms encircling his waist.
"No," he said, "No, you didn't at all. I said this was okay, and it is." He nodded decisively and reached for Fabian's hand, and the three of them climbed onto the bed together.
Percy's eyes were wide.
"My uncle."
"I'm afraid so, yes."
"My dead uncle."
"Well," said Remus, "To be fair, he wasn't dead at the time." He scratched his chin and tried to look serious, but a corner of his mouth twitched upwards in a smile.
A look of disgust crossed Percy's face, but soon he, too, was smiling, making it clear that the look had been just an act. "All right," he said, and he poked his toes into Remus's calf. "I guess it's not as weird as it could be. It's not as if I have to look him in the face, or anything. I don't even remember him."
Remus only nodded, though he wanted badly to say But I do.