gala_apples (gala_apples) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-02 15:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: gala_apples, kink: fetish (any), kink: voyeurism, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus/ron |
Title: Five times Remus is grateful for Molly Weasley.
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Ron
Wordcount: 1371
Kink(s): crossgen, voyeurism, wanking, sock fetish. also, not so much kinks, but happily ever after ending, and a long timespan over the fic.
Challenge: LMOM 2009
Summary: Remus would never act on his interests. Luckily, Ron is braver then he is.
Notes: me and hpsauce are fic prompting each other every day. today's is "remus/ron - socks - ron has those trousers that are a little too short (hand-me-downs and all) and remus keeps getting glimpses of lovely ankles clad in fine socks...*sniggers*...or just sex where they keep their socks on..."
to explain the last bit, hpsauce explained to me dutch christmas "there you get your clogs filled or you get beaten up and put in a sack and sent to spain" and i just HAD to use it.
Remus knew it was wrong. Of course he did, being a werewolf didn't wipe away a set of morals. He was fully aware he was a creepy old man. Unfortunately, that didn't mean he had the willpower to stop looking.
At fifteen, Ron was still wearing hand-me-downs. His entire wardrobe was composed of them. He wore Fred and George's clothes mostly, even though Percy's would have fit better. Percy's trousers had unwrinkleable charms, and permanent creases down the front. Ron's declaration that he'd rather be nude then look so stuffy no doubt hadn't gone over well with Molly, but that was before Remus' involvement in the Weasley family life, so he didn't know for sure. Either way, if there had been a battle, Ron had won. Some of his clothes had burn holes or strange stains, but none were pressed and professional.
And because Fred and George were shorter and stockier then Ron, the slacks didn't quite cover the tongues of his trainers. That meant Remus could see Ron's socks, and sometimes, if he was lucky enough, the tantalizing bit of flesh between his trousers and socks. Oh, how Remus loved that slice of ankle.
It was probably a bit disturbing exactly how much Remus loved that slice of ankle. It was something he could never tell Sirius. As much as Sirius had his own sins, being obsessed with the knitted socks and hairy ankles of a teenager was never one of them. This had to forever be a secret.
***
The day Remus caught Ron his interest turned from passive to active. Molly had been in a spitfire mood, trying to get Grimmauld Place clean. Ginny, Ron, Fred and George had all escaped, though Hermione was dutifully banishing cursed tea sets. Remus was under strict order of Molly to find them all, and drag them by their hair to the left wing. He was under high order of Padfoot to 'no, seriously, bring them so she'll shut up', and under fervent order of Hermione, 'yes, please."
So Remus was off looking. He'd located Fred and George in the attic space they'd taken over, though Ginny had slipped his grasp. He went down the stairs and opened Ron's door.
Honest to God, the first thing Remus noticed was the orange and white knit socks. That's not to say that he didn't very quickly move onto the hand that was encircling Ron's cock, stroking up and down at nearly the speed of light, but the socks were first.
Ron twisted his head and smiled a casual grin, like he hadn't been caught doing something so personal. "Either come in or go away, will you?"
Remus stared at him. He tried to keep his gaze off the hand and the cock and the socks, but it left him with very little to look at.
"Wot? You're causing a draft, this is an old house."
Remus couldn't deal with this, he took a step back and closed the door. Better to face Molly's wrath then deal with Ron.
***
Remus had always hated how the older generation talked about the evils and the bad attitudes of the newer generation. His parents lectured about his clothing choices, Peter's mum about his music, Sirius' about his behaviour. He'd heard Minerva complain about the pranks of Fred and George. In general, he thought all adults were wrong; they just got more boring as they got older, instead of the youth getting more outrageous.
Ron Weasley on the other hand... a demon of the next generation if Remus had ever met one.
Remus was wanking, door locked, eyes tightly shut so he could imagine he was anywhere else but a decrepit house with a gaggle of teenagers. And so what if images of Ron nude except for his socks drifted through his head? It wasn't like he was actually going to attack the redhead. But then he blinked, and the real thing was standing in his bedroom.
The logistics were impossible, the door was spelled closed, and Ron didn't know how to apperate. But all concerns about logistics flew out of his mind when Ron sat on the edge of his bed and placed a navy blue sock over his dripping erection. "Differs the sensations," he offered when Remus looked at him, tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, but with a question in his eyes.
Between the sock, Ron's eyes, and having already been near completion, it didn't even take a full stroke for Remus to come, wetting the yarn. Ron smiled, and Remus felt totally in over his head.
***
Remus loved his job. Not only did no one care if he missed a few days at the moon, he truly felt he was accomplishing something. He was responsible for integrating needful werewolves back into society. Remus knew the feeling of having a normal human tell him about all his 'opportunities', and he was happy that under Hermione's regime, he was actually able to help them.
Better then working, however, was coming home. Six days of seven, his lover was home before him.
Today was no different. After apperating back into 49 Elm, Remus dropped his bag on the tile and made his way upstairs. Ron was always smart enough to at least close the bedroom door, just in case one of the Weasleys had a reason to come over without setting a time first. He opened the door and couldn't help but smile. Remus was always punctual, and besides the stairs creaked, so Ron knew when he was home. In the few moments it took Remus to complete the staircase, Ron had posed himself.
Ron was on his hands and knees, pink freckled arse facing the door. Over two years, and Ron was still a bit embarrassed, enough so for him to flush. Remus knew if he moved to kiss Ron, his face would be red too. Instead he stripped and climbed onto the bed. Ron's socks felt fuzzy against his ankles, and after two years it was if possible more of a turn-on then in the past.
***
Weasley tradition stated every member of the family got a sweater each Christmas. Sometimes Remus wondered if these days all Molly did was knit. Not only did she have her own seven children, six had a mate, and children were already racing around The Burrow hallways.
Christmas day, each family celebrated at their own home, with their own traditions. Remus knew Bill and Fleur and Victoire and Dominque spent the day eating a ten course meal that had been created and spelled to keep sanitary over the last week. Charlie left late Christmas eve to go back home to Romania, because he hated to be away from his dragons for too long. Harry and Ginny usually had to go to some sort of Ministry function, their children were already well versed in formal occasions. Hermione as well would have to go, though she'd skip out early to go visit her parents. As far as Remus knew, Percy and Audrey had a normal Christmas, as did George and Angelina.
To make up for the normalcy of his twin, Fred and Geertje would sneak into their children's rooms at midnight, stick them in burlap bags spelled to be portkeys and send them all over England. When they managed to find their way home, then presents would be opened and dinner would be had. Abigail, Faye and Patrick were already good navigators, but Connor usually had to be retrieved, and Erin would blow up and Hermione would have Fred's head for having to send out Oblivators every Christmas.
Remus and Ron spend their Christmas day in bed, but like the rest of the family, go to the Burrow for Christmas Eve. As the nog was poured out, Remus opened his present from Molly. It was a pair of knitted socks, and for the first time in years, Remus blushed. Ron grinned, and Remus wondered how much the family knew.