lmom day ten
Title: Drunk Man's Folly Rating: R Pairing: Remus/James, mention of James/Lily Wordcount: 1191 Kink(s): sex on a broomstick, drunk and rowdy remus, dubious consent, wanking, infidelity Challenge: LMOM 2009 Summary: Remus gets hammered and James has to rescue him. It's a bad choice on James' part. Notes: me and hpsauce are fic prompting each other every day. today's is "remus/james - broom-sex - not broom insertion, deary, think of the splinters *shudders* the more cliche 'flying sex' - with bonus points for making it at a fatally dangerous height" somehow this ended up angstier then planned.
Remus waved his wand and giggled as sparks shot off, lighting a patch of grass on fire. It took time to work through his muddled mind that grass burning was bad because there was more not on fire grass that could go on fire. He raced over and stomped on it until he lost his balance and fell over. Luckily the fire was out, so he didn't burn. He giggled again. The idea of not being able to stomp seemed absurd.
After awhile his back began to get cold against the charred grass. It occurred to him he should be going home, but he didn't know where he was. James would know. he sat up. "Accio James." he shouted, but James didn't come. He fell back on the grass again. The moon always looked menacing to him, but the stars were pretty, like white polka dots on dark blue fabric.
After awhile, James appeared on a broom. Remus watched as he descended onto the grass smoothly, Quidditch skills being flashed without James even realising. Normally when James showed off it was on purpose, he and Sirius had a fierce pride in their abilities. But James truly loved Quidditch, and didn't even seem to realise how truly wonderful he was at it.
"Don't be angry, pretty thing" he cooed, for he could tell James was. The hand that wasn't holding his broom was curled into a fist. He stood, taking a long time to attempt to regain his balance, which was shoddy at best.
"Lils is furious with me. We were having a night together, finally, when Sirius did a headcall, frantic. Said you slurred at the floo and no one knew where you ended up. A bunch of us have been flying looking for hours. Why didn't you floo again when you realised you weren't in the right place? And how did you get here?"
"I was in someone's house. They asked me to leave, so I did." Remus found both the stranger's request and his actions perfectly reasonable, but James didn't seem to. "I want to go home, I have to pee."
"You're in the middle of an empty field, and you couldn't think of a solution?" If Remus could see James' face, he would probably see anger. As it was, things looked blurry and he had to do with imagining what his best mate looked like. It was easy enough, he'd only looked at the man multiple times daily for the last nine years.
"Oh, pretty pretty Jamesie. Don't be mad." he reached out to rub James' face but his depth perception was off, and he fell over.
"For fucks sakes." James walked forward with his broom and put Remus on it in complex series of movements that Remus couldn't follow. Only when James climbed on did Remus realise he was sitting facing the tail of the broom. He was facing James.
James stretched his arms around Remus, pulling him close to his chest. Before Remus could ask what was going on, James grabbed onto the handle of the broom right where Remus' arse was and explained. "If you sit forward, you're going to see where we're going, get nauseous, and either vomit or fall off the broom. If you're sitting this way, I can hold on to your stupid arse so you don't topple off. As an added bonus, if you can't see where you're going, you won't get sick."
Remus didn't know who had told James he was travel sick, but he didn't correct the lie. This way was snugglier, and Remus rather liked being held by James, even if James was being coerced into doing it. He strung his arms around James' chest for safety and sat as close as possible.
Only after minutes of flying did it spring into Remus' mind what he'd done. He'd interrupted a sex session between James and Lily. There was only one way that night together said by a twenty year old could be interpreted. Remus' heart filled with guilt. It wasn't often that James was home, he did a lot of away jobs for the Order. For Remus to have interrupted them having sex, it was an act as evil as You Know Who, if not intentional.
Remorseful, Remus knew what he had to do. He slid a hand between them and grasped what he could feel of James' cock. He didn't have the manual ability to find the hems of the miles of fabric so he could slip his hand beneath, especially not with only one hand, but he could just as easily bring the man off working outside his clothes.
James flinched and the broom and it's occupants swerved hard to the left. "What in the hell are you doing?"
"I owe you an orgasm. Lily was supposed to, and it's my fault she didn't, so I owe you."
"Remus, that's not how it works. Move your hand."
Remus smiled, though James couldn't see it when his head was in the crook of his neck. "If you want me to, move it yourself."
"If I take my hands off the broom, we'll plummet to our deaths, you sodding moron. Now move your hand."
James sounded angry, but Remus knew it for what it was, a front. James had let it slip over two years ago he occasionally thought about blokes, when a drop of veritaserum in each Marauders pumpkin juice had led to a wealth of secrets being revealed. Remus knew he had to like this, he just didn't want to.
It was difficult to have finesse with the amount of liquor in Remus' system, but he did his best. Either he was good, or James was still horny from quitting midway with Lily, because in what seemed like no time at all James was hard. Absolutely furious, but hard.
"Fuck you. Stop that!"
"It's okay, Jamesie. Who's gonna believe a drunk queer saying he got the best of one of the hottest straight men to graduate Hogwarts in the last ten years? Who am I going to tell? I know better then anyone how to keep a secret." Remus kept up a constant stream of chatter as he massaged James outside his robe. Keeping the man calm was key to getting him off.
Finally he broke. "You can't tell her. Please."
"Of course not, pretty pretty Prongs. Never." Remus inched his hand down to stroke at his bollocks, and James shattered. The cloth acted like a barrier that kept Remus' hand clean, but he could feel the wet warmth of James' semen on the other side of the fabric. He was struck with the need to taste James, but still couldn't find the ends of his robe to pull up. He settled with kissing the tears off his cheeks. "It's okay, Jamesie. She'll never know."
Really, as far as secrets went, this one was easy.