lmom day eleven
Title: Fanboy Rating: nc17 Pairing: Remus/Stubby Boardman Wordcount: 3037 Kink(s): alcohol use, drug(s) use, first time, bisexuality Challenge: LMOM 2009 Summary: Remus finds out his hero is playing a gig, and he's lucky enough to go. Notes: me and hpsauce are fic prompting each other every day. today's is "remus/stubby boardman (blame the tags for giving me ideas) - with drunken-and-enthusiastic-fanboy-remus and rambling-rockstar-stubby :D" Notes 2: in 78 acdc, kiss, judas preist, black sabbath and alice cooper all had albums out. and so the Hobgoblins are a metal band \m/
The funny thing is, he's straight. It's just everybody has list of people they worship so much they would jump into bed with in a heartbeat if they ever got the chance. Even if they were the same sex, it wouldn't matter. To turn down a chance to fuck your hero, it would be like turning down a handshake from god.
Remus' hero just happens to be Stubby Boardman. It doesn't mean anything about orientation that Remus wants to have sex with him, it just means Remus worships him. James is the same way for Avery Lynch, star keeper of the Wasps, and Remus happens to know Alice claims she would get in bed with Ginger Rogers if she was still alive. He is by no means the only teenager with a fuck-list.
He's just one of the few with a chance to fulfill their dreams. When Remus found out The Hobgoblins were having a exclusive concert at The Welsh Green, room for only 200, he had borrowed James' cloak, ran through the tunnel leading to Honeydukes, and stood in line six hours to get a ticket. He'd been freezing the entire time, wearing only a t-shirt under his robe while most had thought to bring coats, but it was worth it. He'd spent all his savings, down to the last knut, but it was worth it. He'd missed the entire morning of classes, and had three detentions, but it was worth it. He had a ticket to stand mere feet away from Stubby.
He arrives an hour before the concert. He's never been to one before, and he doesn't know the protocol, doesn't know if he'll have to line up again. The ticket only bought his way into the bar, if he has to line up to get a seat close to the stage, he has to be there early. But there are no line-ups, just flashing his ticket and walking into the bar. There are no seats, the stage is empty and people are dancing to the recorded music playing. Remus wanders, nodding his head in time with the power chords.
The music is good, but so much better is the atmosphere. Remus has never been in The Welsh Green before, but it's the tiniest place he'd been in, considering how many people are supposed to be inside. It's about half the size of the Transfiguration classroom. Every movement makes Remus rub up against another person, and for a few minutes he finds himself apologizing with every moment, but then he just stops. It doesn't take long to realise that this is a different world, and people here don't want to be apologized to.
He's not allowed to drink, as he's not of age. That doesn't stop him accepting a bird's offer of a drink. She's dead hot, nothing you'd see in Hogwarts. She has a shaved head, and a oversized leather jacket wafting over a tube top tight enough that Remus can see her nipples. He can barely hear her over the music, but she's saying something along the lines of 'come here often', to which Remus has to reply no.
He must look innocent, sweet and gentle, because a flock of tough girls come up to him. They sneer, stick pierced tongues out, and one pushes bright red fingernails into his hair and plays with the strands. Again, none look anything like the girls at Hogwarts. The common theme is leather, tan and brown and black, although two have denim jackets instead. Each one buys him a drink, and they don't seem like much going down but as the liquids start to pool in his stomach, red, clear, several shades of brown, he starts to get drunk.
The one in the black jacket with large silver zippers sticks her tongue in his mouth after she buys him a second drink. Her mouth tastes like sour raspberries, and her zippers are cold though the thin shirt he's wearing. When he pulls away, he scans the room. Indeed, not a single person is wearing wizard robes. Remus is proud of himself for instinctually knowing they would be off, though, he still isn't fitting in. He's just wearing a white t-shirt and dark denim jeans. Most of the males, besides the nearly mandatory jacket, are wearing black shirts with band names and neon images. The jeans are nearly white-blue, and torn in a hundred different places, with scruffy white strings hanging off all the holes.
A loud voice comes overhead, no doubt the club owner using a sonerous spell. It warns everyone they have five minutes until the Hobgoblins start, and anyone throwing beer bottles will be thrown out. The warning makes Remus a little nervous. If there are people that do that sort of thing, then he's in over his head, not to mention if he gets cut his blood can ruin a lot of people's lives.
nonetheless, the whole reason he purchased the tickets was to get as near to Stubby Boardman as he can. he rushes to the stage, hearing the women cackling behind him. It's a tense five minutes, at least for Remus, who feels a nervous tickling his stomach. When the amplifiers go off Remus can't stop himself from screaming. He looks around anxiously after, thinking one of the metalheads is going to belt him. But they're all screaming too, some screaming the lyrics of the song, some just shrieking agreement with Stubby's rage.
When Stubby sings about sex, the audience moans. When Stubby sings about hate, the audience hisses. When Stubby sings about unfairness, the audience screams. They feel everything he says, and it's like mind reading, it's like a magic that Remus has never learned at school. He's never done acid, but it sounds like his brother's accounting of it, melding with others and with the music. All he's missing are the vibrant streams of colour, in this group of leather and denim.
A man nudges him, Remus looks over to see he's holding up a joint in offering. The end is glowing red, so Remus carefully pinches his fingers in the middle between the stranger's fingers and the ember. He inhales hard, thinking 'why not'. The man smiles at him, reminding him to hold it in, hold it in. Remus holds his breath for as long as he can before exhaling a cloud of white. Only after does he realise this is illegal, and he looks around to see if anyone else has seen him. What he sees is at least five others smoking. People are passing around flasks as well, and Remus knows if one makes it's way to him, he's going to take a sip.
What he sees is a bunch of women who have stripped off their jackets to reveal nude chests. Stubby is smiling on stage, and there are women flashing him. When Stubby sings "grapefruit", the song about the hooker who tasted like cigarettes and citrus, Remus turns to the left and pulls the woman nearest him close against him. She seems stunned for the moment Remus looks at her before beginning to snog her, but her hands worm their way up his shirt to start scratching his back, so there's no problem.
Remus feels like he's losing his virginity again. There are wicked women snogging him, smoking marijuana, drinking to excess, and the music is fucking his brain. He's never thought of himself as innocent, and he's lost it before he realised he had it.
After what seems like no time, but what is actually 3 hours then 4 encores of apperating back for another song or two, the Hobgoblins call it a night. Steven tosses his drumsticks into the audience, and four people begin to have a fist fight over them, but no one accios and apperates away. It's the first time Remus thinks of magic as cheating.
He finds out from a bunch of giggling women that if you stand by the bar on the north wall, it means you want to be a groupie. He's by no means the only person waiting for Stubby to come out and have a few drinks, but he's the only male. The women laugh at him, and the bouncer is on the verge of tossing him out when Stubby, Steven, Rhino and Billy come out. All during the night, people have bought them drinks by giving the bartender extra money and a message, and now the four begin to drink them down. There's as large a range in flavour as the women gave Remus earlier, he notes with interest that each member gravitates towards a different type.
Stubby's taking the shots of firewhiskey like they're tap water, and Remus can't buy any alcohol himself, but he does have enough balls to fish the joint a purple haired girl gave him and light the tip. He sucks down the smoke and watches Stubby watching the women, eying each thoroughly before moving on to the next. When Stubby doesn't immediately decide on a woman, the pot and the remnants of alcohol, the feeling of immortality, the feeling of being one in a group mind, they all spur him on.
Stubby looks at him, offers him a small glass of golden fluid with a hand covered in elaborate rings. "What was that?" he asks after swallowing another shot himself.
"There are a lot of women here, and they're nice. But I'd bet you've done every look of girl, in every position. Well, I'm something different. If you want it." Remus downs his shot, then takes another from the table without asking.
"You think you're the first guy who's wanted me?" Stubby smirks, but he doesn't recoil in disgust, which is enough for right now. "I've played a lot of gigs, and you're the first queer?"
"It doesn't matter if I'm queer or not. What matters is, do you want someone to blow you that knows what every inch of cock wants to feel? I know when to lick and when to bite, because I know when U want it. Don't you want someone who knows what they're doing?" Never mind that Remus has never sucked a cock before in his life, and never will again- except for Avery Lynch because he thinks James is right- the pot has made him proud.
Stubby looks at Remus for a moment, then pulls him towards a door behind the bar. Remus turns around and flips off all the women still waiting.
The room is done in orange and cream and brown, with a great shag carpet. Remus starts stripping, he's never had sex with the lights on with the few discrete encounters at Hogwarts. He never wanted to show his scars, and he thinks they were trying to deny who they were by keeping the lights off them. But this will never happen again, and he wants to be able to see every detail when he's remembering later.
Stubby's got a full chest of hair, he doesn't look as much like Sirius as the man claims. His long hair is wavy, where as Sirius' is straight, and he's got healthy skin, when Sirius always has a bunch of bruises since he and James wrestle so often.
He pulls the dresser drawer opening, turning his back from Remus. His voice grates out- rough from the screaming all night long- "You want to try something?"
The entire night has been about trying something, but his tone is strange and Remus becomes momentarily wary. "Try what?"
"It makes fucking so much better. It's like your skin is screaming-" Stubby turns around and he's got a mirror covered in white powder in his held out hands.
Remus has never tried cocaine, this being his first night on any drug. He's heard what it's like, it's getting popular in some groups, but he's never even considered it. But he could use something to make sex better, because now that he's actually in a room with another bloke about to have it out, he's not sure if he's going to like it. He's going to do it regardless, just to be able to say he did, but enjoying himself might be pushing it.
Stubby has a disposable straw from the bar, he cuts two inch long pieces off it and hands one to Remus. Stubby leans forward, face near the mirror. He holds his nostril closed with one hand, and puts the straw in his nose with his other hand. He inhales slowly, chasing his line forward as it disappears up the straw. He licks his finger and runs it over the portion of mirror, then rubs his finger over his gums.
He moves over to give Remus more room. At first he feels like the powder hasn't gone far up enough his nose, but then it starts melting and dripping down the back of his throat. It tastes like he's drunk vinegar, it's clean and chemical and somehow cold tasting. It burns and Stubby grins at him. "The drip? Yeah, it's like a warning signal"
For about three seconds Remus wonders what the hell Stubby is taking about, and then he knows. He's up, he's fucking flying. He's the fucking king, those bitches only wish they could be half what he is. He's the only one with the ballocks to go after what he wants. It's about fucking time to use what he's earned. He drops to his knees and takes Stubby's cock into his mouth.
His head is bobbing back and forth at record speed, part of the effects of the drug is how fast Remus feels. He wants to take a break from sucking Stubby to do some fucking jumping jacks, or run around the block. He wonders if he can get more for the Marauders so they can fucking play Quidditch while high on coke. James will love him forever for the chance, he's fucking immortal and even the school brooms go fast enough for a rush.
Stubby's hands are in his hair, clenching tight enough to rip chunks out. Remus doesn't care, it doesn't hurt. He's too godly for anything to hurt him, Stubby could punch him and it wouldn't matter. His lips are pulled open around the skin in his mouth, his jaw is starting to ache, a small part of him recognises it before the numbness slides down as a shield.
Stubby takes a step back, letting go of Remus' hair to leave his scalp burning. He feels so cold he burns. Stubby is on the bed, stroking his cock. Every man takes a look at a fellow man in a public loo when he's curious, but Remus has never seen someone so hard and wanking before.
"Come up here. Sit on me." He sounds so confident that Remus finds himself climbing onto the bed, straddling Stubby. The older man's cock is rubbing against the cleft of his arse, and Remus feels so dirty for what he's about to do.
Then Stubby helps out. He takes another nostril full of coke with a small key, and then tips some onto his arm. Remus makes a line as best he can, and leans his face down to Stubby. He snorts off Stubby's arm, then after the coke slides down his throat in a liquid clean, licks the remnants of powder. He continues the line down his arm, swirling his tongue at the knobby wrist bone and over calloused knuckles. Remus sucks on Stubby's finger as the man says three spells. The one for lubrication, the one for protection against STDs, and one that Remus doesn't recognise but realises it's for stretching him without bothering with fingers; he says them off in a clearly memorized litany. Remus realises that he's nothing interesting and new to Stubby, but the coke makes him not care.
Instead he holds his arse cheeks spread and slides down on Stubby's cock. It's so fucking weird, but the entire night has been one freakshow after another, so he pulls himself up a little bit, then slides back down.
"Move around until you find it."
It sounds like stupid advice, Remus doesn't exactly have to move to feel Stubby's cock. But he does it anyway, each downstroke he moves so he's sitting differently. And then one downstroke Stubby bangs into something and it cuts through the protective shield of cocaine to send sparks screaming through his body. He feels no embarrassment over what he knows must be a stupid expression, because the drug doesn't allow for that emotion. Keeping his body stiffly in that position, he pulls up and slams down. Remus cackles, who ever would have thought there was an organ that made gay sex feel good?
He comes down from the drug still riding Stubby. The more sober he becomes, the more he can feel the ecstasy of what's happening. It isn't long before he comes, the orgasm ripping through his body. It's almost painful, how long it lasts. It takes so much from him he barely notices that squeezing down on Stubby causes the rockstar to shoot off inside him. He slumps over and rolls to the side of the bed, panting to catch his breath.
By the time he's coherent enough to roll over and start the post-orgasmic conversation, Stubby is standing up, wearing a black satin robe, snorting more coke. Stubby tosses his jeans at him, Remus pulls his pants on first, worrying what Stubby's left inside him might stain the denim. His shirt sticks to his sweaty body, it's difficult to get it on past his armpits.
"You want another line?" Stubby offers before Remus opens the door. Remus shakes his head and leaves. He keeps the door open as he walks out. A handful of women still waiting around rush it, shoving to get in front of each other. He doesn't begrudge them time with their hero, after all, he had his.
Before he leaves The Welsh he picks up one of the remaining shots on the bar. It's Stubby's favourite. Like the name implies, it burns going down. But Remus has been burning all night, and the liquid doesn't seem out of place.