LMOM, Day 30: Alone Again (Naturally) (Remus alone, R)
Title: Alone Again (Naturally) Author: emiime Rating: R Pairing: Remus alone Kink(s): Wanking, Glasses fetish Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008 Word Count: 513 Summary: Percy hasn't come back. Notes: I've been planning yesterday's fic, this one, and tomorrow's from the beginning, and I cannot believe I am finally writing them! One more day—congratulations and deep respect to everyone who's made it this far!
OH MY GOD, INSANE JOURNAL, WAY TO GO LETTING ME FINALLY ACCESS YOU WITH ONE MINUTE LEFT TO POST, YOU PIECE OF UTTER CRAP.
Remus hadn't expected that. Sometimes they would argue, and one of them would leave the flat to take a walk around the neighbourhood to clear his head, but neither of them had ever actually left before.
And Remus knew exactly where Percy would be, but he couldn't face the Burrow, couldn't face Molly, couldn't face the questioning.
Perhaps it was best to just let things come naturally around again.
On the third day that Percy was gone, Remus was rummaging in the bedside table drawer, and he came across Percy's spare glasses. He immediately forgot what it was he'd been looking for and sat heavily upon the bed, just holding the glasses in his hand, caressing the frames.
He gave a shuddering sigh. He'd almost convinced himself that everything would be all right if he could only manage to wait it out. But the spare glasses, the lenses so empty of their blue eyes, made him miss Percy more than the abandoned toothbrush in its cup by the sink, more than Percy's umbrella in its stand by the door.
More than the bed, now only a fathomless sea of sheets.
He pressed the heel of his hand against his cock, which had reacted to the glasses as if Percy were wearing them.
"Not now," he moaned, but he knew it was no use arguing with his body. He was used to losing battles against his body, though, and at least this one promised some modicum of pleasure at the end.
He gave in, unzipping his trousers and lying back against the pillows. He propped the glasses on his chest and began to wank, jerking himself with rough and punishing strokes, wasting no time bringing himself off.
When he came, he arched up, gritting his teeth to keep from calling out Percy's name.
It took him some time to recover. He lay there, panting, his fist still loose around his softening cock, his fingers coated with his own release. There was come on his jumper, too, soaking through the fibres, but Remus couldn't bring himself to care.
He cleaned himself, and turned onto his side, finally, and reached for Percy's glasses, which had slipped from his chest when he came. It wasn't until then that he noticed they were a bit bent, and a scratch bisected the right lens from bottom to top.
"My boy," he whispered, and he closed his eyes, controlling himself.
He knew what he had to do. He couldn't lose another lover—another love. Yes, he'd loved Tonks in his own way—not the way everyone else seemed to think, but it had still been hard to lose a friend and a fellow fighter. And Fabian Prewett, another good friend and a one-time lover besides, had managed to get himself killed before that one time could ever be repeated.
And Sirius.
He'd loved Sirius, by god he'd loved Sirius, and he'd managed to lose him twice.