Title: The Werewolf Bard – Part 3 Author: nimrod_9 Rating: R Pairing: Remus/Severus Kink(s): hand job/shower sex Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009 Word count: 693
Warning: Unbeta'd
Remus was surprised at how tired talking made him. He shouldn't have been, since he knew he wasn't fully recovered from his own ordeal, but there it was. The pages of the Daily Prophet crinkled quietly as he read through it. Remus didn't read it aloud; the tremendous highs and bottomless lows seemed to be much to put a voice to at the moment. Severus could read it himself when he woke up if he chose. Refolding the paper carefully, Remus tucked it under the chair and stood up.
Severus was still colourless, but he was warm to the touch and breathing steadily. Remus brushed a lock dark hair off of the pale face; his fingertips itched to do more. He paced for a few minutes in the small room, before deciding he need to speak again.
Silently, he settled himself back in the chair. "A few weeks after the boggart incident, it was the middle of the night and I was restless. As you know a few days before a full I always am. I was looking over the moon-lit lawn, from a second floor window, and saw you stumbling and lurching slowly across the grounds. Typical Gryffindor, I was off to the rescue. Fortunately, I was quick and quiet and you didn't have time to hex me. You squawked for a moment when I picked you up, and you never exactly relaxed, but you let me continue with my heroic ways until we reached the dungeons. At which time you told me, in no uncertain terms, that you would 'hex my balls off if I didn't release you'. Being a man who appreciates his bits, I did what I needed to do to preserve them."
"You took tiny, agonizingly slow steps all the way to your quarters. I don't think you had the energy to tell me to shove off. You opened the door and I followed you in; immediately you sank into the nearest chair. When I asked if I could get you a pain potion or tea you shrugged, but when I mentioned a bath or shower I saw your eyes light up. I scooped you up in a second and you squawked again."
Remus took a sip of water and tilted his head back. "I turned the taps to the bath on and you whispered hoarsely 'shower' and then you began to shake. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons. I waved our clothes away with a spell, and you covered yourself with your hands. 'C'mon Severus, I've seen the best bits already' I said. And you glared, a very good glare, but the promise of the warm water sluicing over you was apparently too much and you let me help you in. You shook as we stood under the water for a long time, with my arm wrapped around your chest holding you up.
"Finally, you spoke again. 'Lupin, why pray tell is there a Quidditch bat pressed against my arse?'. I was ridiculously happy that you had noticed. My hand slid down your chest to your belly and below. I whispered in my best sultry voice 'I'm not the only one who brought Quidditch equipment to the shower'. I wrapped my hand around your thick cock and when you leaned back into me and didn't object; I let nature take its course. I slicked my hand with soap and began working your cock between my fingers. Kneading, squeezing and alternating long and short strokes. You sank further back into me, and I kissed your shoulder."
"You didn't make a sound, but soon you were thrusting your cock through my tightened fist and I was nipping at your neck. I felt you growing bigger and harder in my hand, so I moved my other hand down to anchor your hips. You pulsed silently, splashing the dark tiles with your white cream. I held you and watched it slide down the wall. You were done in, of course. I quickly dried you and slipped your nightshirt over your head. It was the first time I ever tucked you in. I'm both grateful and sorry it was not the last."