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calico_jynx (calico_jynx) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2007-10-22 10:08:00

Post-DH Slightly Smutty Lupin Fest
Title – Don’t Waste The Porn
Rating – Adult
Pairing – Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
Kink – Mostly semi-public (or in a public place) blowjob
Challenge – Post-DH Slightly Smutty Lupin Fest
Prompt -- Young-adult Remus enjoys going to Muggle films, but is quite tired of going to them alone.
Word count -- 1812
Beta -- ladykryyn *squishes*






Sirius moped from room to room - Remus had no business being out when Sirius wanted to see him. Wanting him didn’t exactly constitute an emergency at all. He’d only get scolded if he activated the alarm charm they had set up between Lily and the four of them, so far only

used in hypothetical situations. An ambush, for instance, or attempted kidnapping – he wasn’t sure how good an attempt had to be before it became an actual kidnapping.

The front door opened and Remus dropped his wallet and keys on the hall table. Finally! Inconsiderate, hairy bastard.

“Where have you been? I was so lonely I had to change into Padfoot and talk to my fleas.”

“Charming! Did you happen to turn them into a performing circus again?”

Sirius gave Remus a scathing look. They weren’t those sorts of fleas. “Where have you been?” He sounded particularly whiney.

“I went to see a film.”

“A film of what? You left me sleeping hours ago.”

Remus sighed. “A Muggle film, in a theatre, on a big television screen.”

Sirius’s eyes grew wide with the wonder he felt on the inside. He felt so much wonder, he wondered if it would start oozing out of his ears. Fortunately the wonder peaked before he had to worry about spillages. “But… but… why didn’t you take me?”

Remus sipped the tea he’d somehow managed to make without Sirius noticing before he answered. “It’s something I like to do on my own.”

“The only thing I like doing on my own is wanking.” Even then he was more often than not thinking about Remus. Sirius blinked back tears – what was he, a fucking girl? But he’d never even considered the possibility of doing something without Remus.

Remus turned a fetching shade of pink. “It doesn’t mean I don’t want to spend time with you, but I like being on my own too.”

“Why do you need to be on your own without me?” If there were an award for patheticness, Sirius would have just won it. He was so shocked he didn’t even stop to check with his brain why it meant so much.

Remus patted his knee. “C’mere.”

Sirius sat down. “Please can I go with you?”

“All right… we can go out for a drink afterwards I suppose.”

Sirius grabbed Remus’s face and smacked a kiss on his lips. Remus stood up so quickly Sirius landed on his bum on the floor. “Oww.”

“Sorry, I just remembered I left the water running.” Remus left his tea half finished and hurried out the kitchen.

Sirius rubbed his behind – bet there’s a bruise. Remus’s behavior made absolutely NO sense.

*

Remus examined his reaction to Sirius kissing him – stomach churning, mouth dry, pulse racing, spine tingling, and cock hard - every fucking clichéd physical response to being attracted to someone. Yes, he had dumped him on the floor, but that was shock more than anything else. He had generally assumed himself to be roughly ninety percent straight. There had been a few isolated incidents in school, but it was boarding school – it was practically part of the curriculum to experiment with dorm mates, study partner, tutor, fifth year prefect, sixth year prefect, professor…

Fine! More than a few, it didn’t mean anything. He’d never experimented with Sirius and after eight months of sharing a flat, he had no idea why he wanted to start now.

“So, when are we going?”

“Err… next week?”

Sirius didn’t look pleased at all. “How about now?”

“Now?”

“Why not?”

“There won’t be a showing until the matinee.” Remus needed time, he needed to lock himself in his room for the afternoon and think.

“When’s that?”

“About three thirty.” Remus resigned himself - it was the same feeling he got every time Sirius wanted him to do something, kind of fatalistic.

“Great! We can go for a drink first.”

Alarm bells started clashing in Remus’s ears. Introducing alcohol so soon to his recent revelation of fancying the pants off Sirius, in Sirius’s company, was in all likelihood a bad idea. But the day was evolving into a plethora of bad ideas, why stop now?

*

A bottle of wine later they staggered out of the pub and Remus tried to remember which direction the cinema was in, in relation to their current location and not from their flat, which is where he usually had to find it from. Left – he was pretty sure it was left. Five or so streets down, Remus was pretty sure they should definitely have turned right.

“I see it! I see it!” Sirius started jumping up and down and pumping Remus’s arm.

Eh? Must have been spot on with the left turn after all.

“C’mo-on, hurry!”

Remus let Sirius tug him along without paying much attention to anything except the way Sirius smelled like lemon soap and leather. He fumbled for his wallet at the top of the stairs. “What time does the matinee start?”

“Five minutes.” The attendant didn’t look up when he handed them their tickets.

Excellent, he had time to take a piss first.

There were all of six people in the dingy little room, barely big enough to warrant the name cinema. Sirius was still leading the way and to Remus’s nerve tumbling, cock stiffening delight, he sat in the back row. The lights were already down and the credits were starting. When Remus managed to drag his eyes away from his knee where Sirius gripped him in excitement to look at the screen, he was surprised at the amount of upper body nudity on display – not that he was bothered but he hoped no one had brought their children to the showing.

He sneaked a look at Sirius, who was gazing at the screen in rapt delight. Remus was experiencing an abundance of warm curly things in his stomach for his best friend. Any more sneaking and he’d be blatantly obvious – he looked away and his jaw dropped in surprise.
The couple on screen was engaged in full frontal, fully penetrative sex and making all the traditional noises that went along with it.

Remus sneaked another look at Sirius, whose lips were parted slightly. Sirius squeezed Remus thigh and leaned over to whisper in his ear. “I can see why you usually like to do this on your own, kinky bugger.”

It took a while for Remus to work out what Sirius meant – his head was foggy with wine and he was utterly distracted by Sirius’s proximity and wondering what the fuck had gone wrong to make him feel that way. It took another minute for Remus to work out what had actually happened – by which time Sirius was watching the screen again, although his hand was still on Remus’s thigh.

He tried to explain, “we’re in the wrong place. This is a PORN theatre.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

Remus’s face was burning - he’d never hear the end of this. Sirius licked his lips and Remus was itchingly aware that all he had to do in order to kiss Sirius was move another few inches, and time sort of hung around him while he hovered between moving in or away. He could blame the wine, or the porn, or that Sirius turned his head at that very moment and Remus pitched forward with his mouth open.

“Mmmpfhhh.” It could have been either of them - although Sirius settled into the kiss easier and already had his arm draped over Remus’s shoulders. Sirius’s hand on his thigh inched towards his groin and Remus was literally so stunned by the developments that he had barely started kissing Sirius back.

“You didn’t have to take me to watch porn - you could’ve stopped after the pub. I was up for it back then.”

“I didn’t mean to take you to watch porn.”

“Well, since it’s here, seems a shame to waste it.”

“Absolutely, can’t waste the porn.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

Sirius leaned in for another kiss - he pushed Remus’s t-shirt up his chest and pressed him into the back of the chair. Remus was stunned, which was irrelevant with all the kissing going on. He’d gone from wondering if he was attracted to Sirius at lunchtime, to full-out snogging at a porn film by four o’clock, fairly impressive really. Sirius had his hand in Remus’s jeans and sufficient buttons opened that he could stroke Remus’s cock.

He wanted to be horrified, scandalised. “I can’t believe you.” Remus hissed. “This is a cinema, anyone could see us.”

Unfortunately the only scandalising thing that happened was Remus’s cock got harder and Sirius chuckled. “Right, you’d hate it if someone saw us, wouldn’t you? I mean anyone could walk past and see you with your things spread and me sucking your cock.”

“Your not… ohh.”

Sirius knelt in front of him and slid his lips down the length of Remus’s cock. Remus gripped the arms of the seat and bit back most of a moan as Sirius took him impossibly far into his throat. Remus tangled his fingers in Sirius’s hair and stroked his face. His brain kept telling him Sirius was about to get up any second and say, ‘oops, sorry, thought you were someone else.’ He couldn’t let himself get used to this, it wouldn’t last - but it did and Sirius kept sucking. Remus had a vote with himself and decided the best strategy was to stop thinking for the time being. He cupped his hand under the base of Sirius’s skull and pretended not to notice he was pulling Sirius’s hair

It could have been said that the whole thing progressed rather quickly, unless the last seven years was considered foreplay. In that instance it was the longest wait anyone had on a blowjob in the history of ever. True, it wasn’t entirely socially acceptable for a first date, but then neither was a porn film.

Remus tugged Sirius head back. “Y-you can’t see the film down there. You’re… wasting the porn?”

Sirius sat up amid much slurping and closed his fingers around Remus’s cock. “I’m not wasting it - I’m using it on you.” He shuffled between Remus’s knees and kissed him while he made him come with his hand. Remus had to admit – persuaded by the insistent presence of Sirius’s tongue in his mouth – that it had been an improvisationally outstanding use of porn on Sirius’s part and if he ever found himself in an accidental porn situation again, he’d know exactly what to do.