Summer Born (summerborn) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-08 23:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: summerborn, kink: public sex, remus/omc |
LMOM #8: Bits of Blue and Gold (NC-17)
Title: Bits of Blue and Gold (8 of 31)
Author: summerborn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/OMC
Kink: Public sex.
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Author Notes: Some will call this AU since Remus (and others, later) are alive post-war. For me, it is canon through HBP. You may wish to start at the beginning of the story.
Word count this episode: 650
The touch of Nicholas' lips on his skin made Remus shiver, even apart from the cold autumn evening. They'd been seeing each other for a few months at this point, and Remus still got the delicious fluttery feeling in his chest when they kissed. He knew better than to fall in love, but that didn't keep him from feeling almost lucky when Nicholas smiled at him.
Or mouthed a trail of kisses along his neck.
"Nicholas," Remus managed to say, "it's not even ten degrees out here."
"Mm, yeah?"
"Let's go back to your flat."
Nicholas looked up at him then, eyes flashing. "Don't want to." One of his hands went to the nape of Remus' neck, and Remus responded by capturing his mouth for another steamy kiss. Nicholas rocked against him, letting Remus feel the erection beginning to strain against his jeans. Glorious Muggle jeans. Remus wished the entire wizarding world would adopt them.
Nicholas scraped his teeth along Remus' bottom lip, making him groan out loud. If he could, he would just Apparate them both home and there would be almost no interruption and they could continue someplace warmer, with a comfortable bed. But Remus hadn't told Nicholas about magic yet. He meant to... he just wanted to get to know him better first.
He knew him well enough to know that Nicholas wanted to have his way here, tonight, in the park, and Remus was willing enough if only Nicholas would keep looking at him like that. So he let himself be dragged to the grass, the dry leaves crunching underneath them even with his cloak spread out on the ground. He let Nicholas undress, eying his lean frame appreciatively. He let Nicholas embrace him. He let his legs part and his body relax until the moment Nicholas was inside him, when everything tensed and clenched and he wanted nothing more than this, to be filled, to be taken, and the chill air on his skin meant nothing except a contrast to the fiery heat of Nicholas' body against him.
The moment before Nicholas came, Remus hit a peak of pleasure, thrusting his body into the force of Nicholas' stroke. The world was reduced to the space of their bodies, the hot breath on his shoulder as Nicholas tried not to cry out, and the utter satisfaction of being, if not happy, then very, very content.
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Remus was smiling as he drifted back to his sofa in the private room David had shown him to. Nicholas had been a lot of fun for a few months there, even though Remus had never felt ready to tell him about the magical world. He remembered the day Nicholas left him, somber-faced as he gave Remus the news that he'd been offered a position on the continent, that he was taking it because there just wasn't enough to keep him here.
In retrospect, Remus had realized Nicholas had been begging him for more, for something he could depend on, instead of a lover who disappeared a few days every month with no reason given. But at the time, he'd been unable to give anything else. With a slight frown, he looked at the memory he'd just bottled, trying to recall exactly what had gone on in that scene, but it was impossible. The scene after, he remembered: the walk back to Nicholas' flat, both of them with mussed and slightly damp clothes, trying to hurry to get out of the wind, not talking.
He stood, watching the the swirls of grey mist the sides of the bottle, and wondered just how far it was to a room with a Pensieve, and whether he would be able to find an empty one, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
He opened it to reveal David, looking much more grave and worried than Remus had ever seen him.
"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting," he said without preamble. "I've just been asked if you would come meet someone. It seems we have a special request."
Continued in part 9.