LMOM#9 - A Little Healing
Title: A Little Healing Author: hpsauce Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Justin Finch-Fletchley Kink(s): drug use (marijuana) Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009 Word count: 1468 Notes: gala_apples wanted dealer!justin and a bit of pot smoking in car. i'm not sure justin is a dealer in this as he doesn't appear to be getting paid...and the sex in the back of the car isn't really sex per se...but i tried :D
Remus' bones ached. He had not slept for two days. He had not eaten for four. The wolf was driving him mad. Having been chained by wolfsbane for so long it was returning with a vengance. It scratched at the corners of his mind making him ill and restless and tired.
"I could get you something," Harry said standing in the doorway. Even now, twenty-three years old, tall and angular, a man instead of a boy, he was innocent enough to believe no one was beyond help.
Remus thought himself wiser. It was too late to start taking Wolfsbane this month. By the time the moon came he would be lucky to be alive. He looked up at his pseudo-godson with a kind smile.
"I'll be fine," he lied.
"I'll get you something," Harry said.
Remus expected a pain-killing potion, a burger, a vial of murky Draught of Living Death.
Instead he got a floppy-fringed Hufflepuff with an easy smile.
"Can we go to my car?" the boy asked, leaning against the front door. He was dressed in a manner more casual that Remus would expect of his type. He remembered the starched shirts the boy had worn in his youth, his stiff way of speaking, his insistance than 'Mater and Pater' were probably pleased enough with Hogwarts even if it wasn't quite Westminster, at least it wasn't Eton.
Remus followed him out, unsurprised to find a BMW standing outside the garden.
Justin beamed when he noticed it. "Birthday present," he supplied. He clicked his keys and the lights flashed.
He opened the back door and ushered Remus in. Remus moved uncomfortably along the benchseat. His knees and back screamed in protest with each movement. He tried his best to ignore the pain.
Justin sat beside him. His smile did not dampen. He reached into the pocket behind the front seat and pulled out a bag.
Remus recognised what it contained and he almost laughed. It had been years since he had last seen a joint, scoffed as Sirius tried to convince him it was the best thing since ready-peeled newts eyes. He had always been pleased that he had passed.
"Justin," he said, "Harry has made a mistake. I don't smoke."
Justin tilted his head, looking confused.
"You're not lying?" he asked. "You grew up in the sixties!"
"Seventies," Remus supplied, feeling only slightly insulted. A mistake of only a decade was kinder than some assumptions that had been made over the years. At least he didn't appear old enough to claim his pension yet.
"So how ever did you not?" Justin asked.
He slipped the joint into his mouth, fiddling with a muggle cigarette lighter. His fingers were long and slender, the tips uncallused and soft.
Remus sighed.
"Not everyone in the seventies was a hippie, Justin," he said, "regardless of what the media might say. I had better things to be doing than getting high and ruining my life with drugs."
Justin chuckled lowly. Smoke rose from the end of the joint that was not enclosed between his lips. He closed his eyes and inhale deeply. His chest rose and stilled. He pulled the joint from his mouth. The smoke escaped slowly, rising in a twisting trail towards the roof of the car.
The joint was held out to Remus. He reached forward and took it delicately from Justin's fingers. He had never smoked a normal cigarette, always thought himself cleverer than his peers who did so. Now he felt stupid, unsure how to hold it.
"Here," Justin muttered. His hand clasped around Remus and drew the joint towards Remus' parted lips. Remus pursed them around the white paper. He breathed in experimentally.
He coughed. It burnt his throat. Justin's ever-present smile twitched even wider.
"Again," he said and Remus sucked in the smoke, as much as he could. He closed his eyes, concentrating on not breath. Justin's hand pressed down on his shoulder and Remus let out a breath which caught slightly in his throat.
Justin grinned and took another toke. He closed his eyes. Remus watched in amusement as the smoke wound slowly from his mouth like the mouth of a sleeping dragon. Remus took the joint when it was offered and inhaled again, holding his breath until hs lungs stung and he was forced to breath out. The coughs were easily supressed this time.
"Better," Justin said. And things really were. By the next toke Remus was quite sure everything was better than it had been in a long time. As much as his own mind seemed to be slowing, the wolf appeared to have been driven away entirely. He closed his eyes, feeling relaxed in a way he hadn't in ages. His tense muscles seemed to melt into the chair.
"Its good," he said, because it was. He should have listened to Sirius. To think he had lost twenty years of this because he would rather do extra study for his NEWTs than go to quidditch parties.
"Remus," Justin muttered.
"Hmm?" Remus replied because he hadn't slept in a long while and because his arms and legs felt like their had melted and because speaking real words seemed an awful waste of energy.
Remus opened his eyes and watched as Justin sucked hungrily at the tiny stump still remaining before crushing it under the heel of his foot.
Remus felt it was a terrible way to treat such a lovely car.
And then Justin kissed him.
Before, kisses had always been passionate. He had always been terrified of himself. Whenever he bit down on a lover's lip he worried about turning them, feeling imagined bloodlust at the touch of their flesh against his.
Justin's fingers were soft. They stroked the sides of his face gentley as he brushed his lips against Remus'. Remus opened his mouth and it was filled with sickly smoke. He breathed deeply, breathed in the scent and the smoke and Justin's questing tongue.
"Mmm," Justin hummed. His hand rested on Remus' neck, playing with the soft strands of hair there. Remus' skin prickled under his touch. His fingers felt clumsy as he pulled them through Justin's curls.
Remus trailed his hands downwards. His fingers pulled at the collar of Justin's shirt, traced the line of his spine through the thin fabric, pushed down to tease the skin exposed above his waistband.
Justin giggled.
Remus pulled back, frowning. Justin smiled lazily. He pushed Remus back. His head hit painfully against the window but he only grinned, feeling a laugh rising in his throat.
Justin smiled into his stomach, pushing his shirt up and sliding his hands under it. He stroked across Remus' chest and then down to his stomach. His fingers teased at the sensitive skin at his waist and Remus wriggled, ticklish.
Justin pressed his lips against Remus' again. His hand pushed down further, under the waistband of his jeans. Remus was unaware of when his fly had been opened but suddenly Justin's hand was wrapping around his cock.
Remus moaned into his mouth. Justin's hands were slow, his grasp too loose. Remus bucked his hip against him. The window behind him was cool against his flushed cheek as he turned his head against it.
Justin pressed harder, his lips pressing against Remus' throat. Remus bucked upwards. His bare back pressed against the leather seats, sticking uncomfortably. Justin pressed forward, pressing his own denim-clad cock against Remus', his hands pulling back to press at his hips, his lips tracing the line of his collar.
Remus tightened his hands in Justin's shirt, bunching it in his fists. He arched his neck, his face pressing against the cold, damp glass. His feet hit the opposite door as his body stretched out under Justin's, his knees still bent upwards. Justin gasped against his throat, his cock brushing against Remus' once, twice, thrice. On the forth time Remus squeezed his eyes tightly closed, throwing his head back as he groaned. He heard the slam of his head against the glass and stars exploded behind his eyes.
He opened his eyes again up an unknown amount of time later feeling happy and fulfilled for the first time in weeks. His mind was his own, his body felt comfortable and painless for the first time in years. He lifted his head and turned it towards the front seat, where Justin sat smirking, an unlit joint hanging from his lips.